Handful of Farm Hand
Toby panted, his tongue lolling as the summer's heat baked down into his fur. He had already discarded his work vest, hanging it on the fence post nearby, and if it wasn't his first day working on this farm he'd likely have stripped out of his pants as well. Sheepdogs like him were made to laze in the shade! 

Still, a job is a job, and he furrowed his brow as he gripped the wire fence in both gloved paws. His biceps flexed as he pulled the two disparate metal cords towards each other. He was just able to do so, lightly twisting the ends of the wires together, before reaching down to grasp the pair of pliers on his belt. The sun beat down on his sturdy back, casting a golden sheen over his coat, and beads of sweat drooled off the tip of his dangling tongue. He latched onto the wire and clenched the pliers closed, twisting them around the wire to create a nice metal knot. This was the third such bit of fence he had repaired, and there were only two others to take care of before he was done with this task.

As he twisted the pliers around in a circle, he glanced off to his left, hearing the peculiar rustle of sheets in the wind. It was not sheets, rather, skirts - one red, one pink, and both wrapped loosely around the waists of two otherwise-nude females. The pliers twanged as Toby stared, watching the heat shimmer around the sheep lasses as they meandered directly towards him. The bosses. He had only seen them, not been introduced, as he was being shown the layout of the farm proper by the foreman. They had been talking with a slack-jawed wolf about some delivery schedule. Now, as they sauntered directly towards him, their wool shortly cropped and their heavy breasts bared to the intense heat of the sun, he began to realize why. Their smiles were nothing but trouble.

Their skirts fluttered like wildflowers as they sauntered through the freshly regrown hay, and they stretched their arms up, over their head, thrusting their breasts into the air towards him. The soft, sun-dampened wool looked so soft, so tender... They were looking at him, their lips curling back into knowing smiles, saucy mischief clearly intended on both of their muzzles.  Toby wrenched his eyes away from them, staring at the alien contraption that remained clenched on the fence wire. What was he doing? And why was his pants suddenly so uncomfortably cramped?

He could hear the grass being kicked through as they split up to approach him on either side, and they were humming something, some song that Toby wanted to recognize, but didn't. They were brazen, women in the absolute peak of their lives, brazenly carrying themselves through their property without care, or perhaps, despite such care. Their breasts appeared on either side of him, succulent soft bosoms that he wanted to lap at, to draw succor from. He wanted to know what they tasted like, heated as they were with the midday sun. 

"Hello there, new boy," Ave cooed, her voice soft and pleasant and knowing. He felt her fingers stroke up along the hot fur of his back, a refreshing draft of cool air swirling into the ruts her fingers made through his thick pelt. Luwu giggled on the other side of him, her voice airy and flirtatious, and her hand rested on his jean-clad rear end. Ave spoke up, closer to his ear. 

"Someone needs trimmed."

The pliers slipped from Toby's fingers, clunking against his work boot as the two sheep ladies slid their arms around his waist from opposite sides. He was a creature of simple pleasures and hard work, but the allure of these half naked ladies, with their carefree laughter and unadorned beauty, tugged at something primal within his chest. Something he knew he should not indulge, but which he didn't feel like he could resist.

"I'm Ave," the red skirted one said to his left, and he wondered if it really was her name, or if she was taking it for the afternoon. Her smile told him nothing other than that THIS was the name he wanted her to know her as. "And this is my sister, Luwu."

"Luwu," The pink-skirted one giggled, as she pressed her snout up against his ear, biting at the rim of the hat he was wearing. She tugged it back, flicking it over the edge of the fence, resting in soy beans that were still growing on the neighboring farm. The hat disappeared between the green plants, just a hint of it buried between the small bushes. "That's me. We own this farm."

Ave leaned against the fence, stroking her fingers along the taut metal that Toby had just finished clamping. "This is good work, fur ball," she said, and Toby drank in the sight of her body. Her curves rolled as gently and as heavily as the rolling, forested hills in the distance. Lush. Inviting. Toby glanced away, glanced back, imagining himself falling in between those warm soft cushions, taking a siesta underneath them while the sun bullied its way across the sky. 

He realized she was waiting for him to respond to a question she had asked, and he looked at her, chastened. She canted her head, an eyebrow raised. After a moment, she repeated herself, slowly, teasingly. "What's... your... name?"

"Me?" Yes, him. Of course, him. "My name, is, uh, it's T-" Toby stammered, only to be cut short by the brushing of a forefinger across his muzzle, silencing him with a playful firmness.

"Farmdog," she interjected, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Farmdog suits you much better than.. whatever name you were about to say." Her finger pressed against his lips, a psychic branding of a new name that was unsettling and exhilarating. 'Farmdog.

"I like Farmdog. It fits him," Luwu said, her voice lower and raspier, a singer's voice at the end of a long tour. Her hand pressed against his belly fur, fingers splaying wide as she stroked down through the thicket of his belly fur, feeling the meat of his firm, trim torso. "Unlike these pants." 
He didn't have the brainspace to protest as her fingers slid further, over his belt and against the heavy swell of denim that bulged between his thighs. "Dang, sister, I think Farmdog's got enough to share," she said, squeezing gently to emphasize her point.

Toby felt a splash of heat as his pants tightened, suddenly, a heated ridge of flesh pressing out against Luwu's palm. He stammered something, but neither of the ewes were paying him any mind, both of them focused between his legs. His pants suddenly felt too tight, constraining the blood that rushed to meet Luwu's impudent caress. 

Toby's mind raced, caught in a whirlwind of confusion and desire. He didn't want to play the role that they had 'cast' him in, but the nearness of their flesh, their scent, their touch, compelled him to play along. He could be 'Farmdog', for an hour or so. 

Who knows, maybe it would get him laid. No sooner had the thought crossed his mind, then he felt those fingers at his groin slide upwards, unfurling the tail of his belt from its clasp. Toby's breath hitched as Ave shifted her position, leaning against him instead of the barbed wire fence. He spread his feet further apart, stabilizing his position, even as he heard the zzzzip of metal teeth unmeshing as she released him from his cloth prison.

"You don't mind if we play with you, right Farmdog?" Luwu purred, playful lust staining each word. "I'm sure a big boy like you thinks he can handle us." She licked her lips, her fingers sliding down to her skirt, pressing it between her thighs. "We're just two horny, fertile ewes after all. Surely a strapping young stud like you won't disappoint us."

"Well, I mean-" But he didn't know what he was going to say, and the ladies didn't care anyways. The hot air of the baking tundra kissed his exposed flesh as Luwu yanked down his unzipped pants, belt, briefs and all. His thick sheath spilled out, the glistening red tip of his maleness already oozing with excitement, and underneath that swung two heavy orbs, dense with seed and ripe with need.

"Ah, fuck," Toby gasped, reeling with the suddenness with which the ladies were taking control over him. He was exposed, and he glanced quickly back to the distant farmhouse, just a white and red speck wavering in the waves of heat. He tried to protest, not wanting to get in trouble, not wanting to get caught, even if the ladies molesting him WERE the ones who could fire him.

"Shh," Luwu cooed, and now it was her finger pressed against his lips, ending his protests. "No need for worries, Farmdog. You just relax. We're gonna take good care of you." Her reassurance should have soothed the anxiety that surged through him, but somehow it didn't, and that she knew it didn't just made him all the more aroused. What a mess! 

Toby's eyes darted around, as his pants puddled on his boots, the poor worker dog having nothing to do with his hands. The sheep had no such awkwardness, as they gripped and played with their new toys with lascivious curiosity.

"Oh, my, these are quite heavy," Luwu said, as she cupped against the dog's heavy testicles. They filled her palms, her fingers curled pleasantly around the closer left nut and hefting it up away from the right. "Fat, heavy doggy balls. Tsk tsk, I didn't even know farm hands were allowed to have balls like these."

Toby tensed, but Ave's hand stroked up along his back and snaked her fingers around his ears. She kneaded and massaged, digging fingertips in against his sun baked flesh, the touch cooling, soothing, and controlling, all at the same time. "Relax," Ave urged, as she pulled at his ears, stretching his snout skin back into a silly grimace.  “You're ours now, Farmdog.”

Toby felt whatever resistance he may have had crumble, and he felt his shaft harden, pushing out of his sheath to jut up into the air, thick and red and slick. He watched as Luwu's soft, warm mouth opened, drawing closer to the flesh of his rigid arousal. She enveloped him, her tongue soft and velvet as it caressed him to an urgent, needy, knotted mess. Ave's fingers slid down the back of his neck, along his spine, as she crouched and picked up the heavy tool that he had been working with.

"Luwu, are these the pliers that we use?" she asked, as she held the large, heavy tool casually in one hand, metal gleaming in the bright light. "You know, the ones that we use to geld the errant bulls and rams?"

Luwu released his member from her mouth, her gaze flicking up knowingly to meet his panicked, lustful own. "Oh, such a throb when you mentioned that. I think farm dog might like the idea of gelding errant males." Her eyes danced with laughter, as she wrapped her small  fingers around the bulk of his impressive canine endowments.

Heat scorched Farmdog's cheeks, arousal warring with and being fueled by his embarrassment. He was just a dog, just a worker, and these ladies hardly knew him, and yet the way they handled him was intimate and casual, as if they knew every broken, dirty, sordid detail about him. He realized that the question was real, that they were asking him if he wanted to do this, and he stammered out random syllables as he tried to untangle his brain from the dick that was throbbing urgently between their fingers.

"I don't think he does," Ave answered for him, as she cuddled in close to him, her arm snagging around his trim waist. She brought the pliers to bear, the rough metal tines of the jaws of the pliers pressed under his dick. She lifted his cock up against his belly, slowly stroking against his meat with the farm tool. "I think, and feel free to contradict me if I'm wrong, Farmdog, but ~I~ think he wants to be gelded, himself."

Farmdog whimpered, his ears folded back as an incriminating spurt of precum jetted from the tip of his shaft, spritzing across Ave's bosom. He was intimately aware of the tiny metal burrs of the tool, as they dragged, catching against his sensitive dick flesh as they were dragged slowly along his length. 

He wasn't contradicting her, and she paused after a few moments, a smirk of surprise alighting across her features. "Does that make you horny, Farmdog? Do you want us to geld you, like common livestock? We can always use another good boy, neutered and obedient, to help out around the farm."

"I, um, err," He stammered, but he couldn't pull himself away, he definitely couldn't make his cock un-knot now, and man that sun was hot wasn't it? The very idea should have disgusted him, right? But instead of, or maybe because of that disgust, his body was responding with a fervency that he had never felt before. His shaft pulsed beneath Ave's scrutinizing gaze, belying any pretense of indignation he might be trying to force.
He felt himself being drawn backwards, to lean against the soft, pillowy chest of Ave, looking down at Luwu crouching between his thighs, holding a knife It was a small knife, the kind one might use to peel an apple with, and indeed Toby remembered seeing her doing just that earlier that morning when he had arrived at the farm, scraping the dark red skin off of a large, fresh, juicy apple. The blade now rested against the skin of a different kind of apple, and Farmdog twitched as she tickled the flat of the blade up along his scrotum, towards the neck of his masculinity. 

"Is that so? Well, you know me, Ave, I love seeing the balls come off a cute farm dog while he pants and whines and cums in my hair," Luwu said, the dark words tumbling from her lips in a casual, breathy headiness. Poor Farmdog's head spun with the implications, as the pliers tickled their way down to his knot, teasing slowly along the taut skin of his flesh.

He could see Luwu smiling below, could feel Ave smiling behind him, all three of them watching the sharp blade of the knife as it teased further and further up the length of his scrotal neck. There was a spot, nearly at the top, that just looked like the perfect place to slice, and that's where the knife stopped. The alarm that coursed through him was mingling with the arousal he was feeling from his masculinity being threatened so casually by these two beautiful females.

His balls ached now, as they were pulled at more insistently. The fullness of them, the size of them, had always been something that Toby had been proud of, in his own way, enjoying the bulk of the weight between his thighs. Farmdog wanted to see them cut off, though. He wanted to see the big eggs stripped away, along with any expectations that he would ever use them. He moaned, eyes closing and nose dipping, his cheeks and ears vying with his cock for the tight heat that coursed through them. 

"She's got you now," Ave whispered, hotly in Toby's ear, her breath redolent with the scent of strawberries and the heady wafts of sweet summer brandy. "That's Luwu's special knife. Her gelding knife. She uses it to turn big, untamed brutes like you, into... good boys. And you want to be a good boy, don't you? For us?" The smooth metal against his shaft was in no way erotic, but she caressed him with it regardless, and he felt the tip of his shaft tighten even more, precum oozing out into the glaring sunlight. His instinct should have been to run, to fight if he couldn't run. Instead, his body craved this.

The knife pressed sawed slowly to the side, until the sharp tip was all that touched the very edge of his scrotum. It pushed into the flesh, as Luwu pressed it in, behind his scrotum, a visible bulge made in the soft, short-fuzzed flesh as the cold steel of the knife pushed against it from behind. It bit into his tender scrote, a band of unyielding metal that Luwu pulled his flesh taut against, just hard enough to tease Farmdog about what was coming.

"You don't.. have... to...." He managed to say, but the words came out sounding foreign and twisted, like his tongue didn't want to say them. His knees quivered, his breaths shallow and ragged as he tried to remain upright. Luwu she was gently flexing her fingers, moving the blade just enough for him to feel the blade, an insistent gnaw that hungered for his fat doggy balls.
He whined, watching the knife begin to claim Toby's masculinity, and realized all of a sudden that he was about to be gelded. Neutered, like a pet. The world narrowed to those few inches of flesh between his legs, helpfully drawn up and away from his body by the beautiful sheep that held his prized nuts in one hand. She was going to trim his nuts off of him with the same casualness that a gardener would trim a big, ripe red tomato off of the vine. 

Farmdog came. He heard Luwu giggle, felt Ave gasp, as his cock spasmed. The firm, knotted cock, handsome in its own right, erupted abruptly, a heavy shot of white doggy cum splurting out into the air. The involuntary, unstoppable orgasm painted his chest with the slick evidence of his own deviant desires, his tail trying to curl up between his legs in mortified arousal.

"Oh, my, such a mess," Luwu teased, her voice tinged with mock horror, her eyes gleaming with anything but. "He's enjoying being castrated, aren't you, Farmdog?"

The knife pressed upwards, then, cruelly biting into the source of all that white seed, even as he continued to spurt it  onto his chest. The metal separated flesh, cutting into the taut cords, separating the heavy balls in Luwu's hands away from Farmdog's body. They came free with a sudden lurch, the knife finishing its simple, easy slice and neutering the dog properly. The canine could only pant, caught in the height of his climax, too dazed to form words or resistance, only capable of whining and spurting. Humiliation seared itself into his poor, bedraggled farmdog brain, a sharp burning finally cutting in between the bursts of pleasure as his body realized what had just happened to it.

He could feel the absence between his thighs, where there had always been something, where there should be balls, but Luwu had taken that burden away from him, and now held the evidence of his emasculation up in one soft, slender sheep paw.

There they were, his balls, now hers. They seemed heavier, larger, even more impressive now that they weren't attached to him, as if they were being suppressed by being attached to someone like him. She slipped the knife back into her pocket, standing and appraising her freshly harvested dog fruit. There was a glint of admiration in her eyes, perhaps from their size, perhaps from their weight, or perhaps she could sense just how long it had been since- and there they went.

The irreverence with which Luwu flung the pilfered nut-sack over her shoulder was like a punch in the gut. He felt, distantly, one last squirt from his shaft, oozing out of the tip and drooling down the length of his erection, as he watched his balls sail through the air, away from them, over the fence and thumping into the ground between the rows of soy plants in the neighboring field. 

"Oops," she teased, without a trace of apology in her tone. She glanced over her shoulder, as if to scan for the personal item she had so easily discarded, then shrugged and turned back to him. "Oh well, it's not like any of us had much use for those anyways. Right, Farmdog?"

"I mean, I-" Farmdog looked into the gently swaying field of green leaves, his balls, Toby's balls, lost somewhere among them. He had a hard time resolving the lack he could feel between his legs, the missing weight, the absence of touch. His groin stung below his erection but for all of that, he didn't feel that bad. "L-look, I just.. I should..."

"Aww," Luwu purred, stepping up to slip her arm around Farmdog's waist. Together, she and Ave guided the emasculated worker towards a nearby roll of hay. "It looks like our new toy needs a bit of breaking in, don't you think?"

"Oh, I think so. A bit of training and a bit of discipline goes a long way with freshly neutered farm dogs," Ave said, as she stepped behind Farmdog, her hands moving to his shoulders. He looked over his shoulder, shyly, as she pushed, bending him forward over the hay bale. "You got to play with your toy, I think it's time that I got to play with mine."

Her skirt had been pulled up, he realized, as he peeked shyly over his shoulder at the two of them. A shiny, pink-hued phallus, plastic and clean, shone brightly in the glaring afternoon sun, jutted up and out from underneath the white-lace hem of that skirt. It wasn't very large, not as large as Farmdog's own shaft, certainly. It pointed directly at the white fur that lined his buttocks though, the tip bobbing delightedly in the open air. 

"Oh, don't look at that," Luwu said from above him, and as he turned back to face her, he realized she had climbed up onto the hay bale herself. She straddled it, leaning back, and her knees were lifted just enough to let him see up underneath her own skirt. The sunlight was filtered to a rosy pinkness, and she scooted closer, resting her shapely legs along his shoulders, down his back, pulling them to pin him down against the hay bale. "Look at me. Better yet, Farmdog, taste me."	

Ave's hands had ruffled through the fur of his toned back, to grip his hips. "You'll want to spread your legs," She instructed, as she gripped the root of his tail. He grunted as she twisted it upwards, baring his soft backside to her, a soft keen of worry as he felt that smooth plastic knob press in against him. "You're doing great. Trust me, Farmdog, you're a natural at this. Just because you haven't done it before...."

She was pressing into him, the pressure sinking against that tight dark star, penetrating him. Hands gripped his ears, pulled him forward, and he found his lips and nose pressed into the soft, moist snatch of Luwu's cunt. Her legs folded around his shoulders, hugging against him as she pulled her skirt up over his head. "There, there, you got this... tell my pussy all about how you're feeling," she teased, as he shuddered in surrender.

The slow push inward was inexorable, outside of his control, giving him the urge to clench down, to try and force her back out of him. She tugged against his tail, twisting it up against his back, reminding him of his place, and so instead he lapped, tasted Luwu in gentle submission as he was taken from behind. All he could feel was the sensation of being filled, being claimed by these lovely sheep gals, as inch after inch disappeared up inside him. 

He could feel her thighs against the back of his, and then she tugged and he felt that plastic rod shlorp out from inside him. This wasn't so bad. Maybe he could get used to this. Maybe- "Yelp!"

She had pushed back in, breaching him again, this time less gently. She laughed, giving his rump an appreciative spank as she began to rock her hips, thrusting crudely in and out of him. "There we go, Farmdog, that's what we were looking for, there's that 'yelp'. They're always SO cute when they squeak, aren't they, Luwu?"

"Mmm, oh yes, yelp again sweetie," The ewe that farmdog was eating out churred, grinding herself against his mouth. He lapped, tongue twirling, twisting, tasting inside of her as it ground and dug against her soft mound. Velvet fur tickled his tongue, the sweet honeypot within oozing her tender tears as she pulled him against her, into her. "Such a good, strong doggy. You're gonna fit in just fine, I think!"

Ave's hips beat a rhythm against Toby's haunches, a slap of muscle against muscle, dominating the poor neutered canine with a warm delight. He gasped, shuffled against Luwu's sex as she stained his cheeks with her lust, marking him with her scent. Everything the sheep were doing was designed to emasculate, to dominate him, to brand him with the ownership that they claimed over him. So why did he feel so... good?

He was a good boy, he realized. Squirming, unsure, shy, he pushed deeper into Luwu, not to ready her for his shaft, but to pleasure her, not to claim her but to thank her. Drool oozed off of his chin as he reached up to gently curl his arms around her buttocks, feeling the weight of the knife in the pocket of her skirt, resting against his forearm. He tasted her, deeply, as Ave ground more firmly against his buttocks.

She must have noticed the difference, the change in his demeanor as he accepted the place they had put him in. "You should be thankful," She taunted, as the plastic rod sank into him again, and again, each thrust inwards grinding the other end of it against her own mound, rubbing firmly against her. Her cheeks were flushed as she used the dildo to pleasure herself with, grinding against the tool that she penetrated him with. "You should see what we do to the wolves around here. You're just a dog, so we're being reeeeal... mnnf... nice with you."

She paused, and he thrilled as she said the next words, her voice filling his mind with her affection. "You're such a good boy."

She no longer needed to hold his tail up and out of the way, and as she released it, it began to wag, slowly, as his head bobbed up and down under Luwu's skirt. Luwu was no longer stroking him, as she leaned back and toyed with her breasts, caressing and gently plucking at the nipples that perked forward so eagerly. 

"He's such a trooper," she moaned, clenching against Farmdog's tongue. "Not many new hires take so quickly to being unmanned, and claimed, on their first day. It doesn't stop us, of course, but we do, mmf, we do run through more farm hands this way."

"Yup," Ave said, as she ground briskly against him, appreciating as he hitched his backend up, just a bit, to better align with her groin. "The grounds of this farm are littered with scrotums. Ol' Brutus scarfs up most of the nuts themselves, but he doesn't like the skins." She grinded in, and began to pant, her thoughts broken as she rocked her hips in place against his backside. 

"Oh, there she goes..." Luwu said, as she pulled the skirt up, revealing Farmdog, nose flat against her mons, jaws open and tongue licking and flicking up inside her. "MMmmmm, you look good like that... Here I go, too. Sweet Farmdog." She laid back, enjoying the beams of sunshine as they baked down onto her, reveling in her own quiet, private orgasm, her flesh quivering in soft contractions against his questing tongue.

Farmdog lapped gently, as his two mistresses finished their pleasure, slowly pulling out and away from him. Luwu slid off of the hay bale, smoothing down her skirt, as Ave wiped off the prosthetic with a towel. He laid there, unsure of what to do, before yelping as he felt fingers grip and rub against the small flap of skin that remained from where his scrotum used to be. It didn't hurt, as much as it shocked him. He could feel something, a slick goo, being extruded from a small applicator, and remained passive on the hay bale until the applicator was gone and he felt a slap on his ass again.

"Alright, that should keep it from getting infected, or worse," Ave said, and he saw her tuck something into her back pocket. He realized, then, that this was such a casual practice, that the two of them had known they were going to castrate him from before he even showed up for work. This was just something they did, the way some places might show a new hire their appointed parking space. "You can get up, now."

Farmdog stood up, shyly moving back to grab his pants. He didn't feel self conscious about being naked, about being GELDED and naked, not in front of them, but he didn't know what he would do when he got back to the farm house proper. The other dogs had been leering at him when he arrived, smirking knowingly to each other. He wasn't sure if he was ready for them to see that, to know what had happened to him.

"I guess," He said, his thoughts a mess in his head. He felt exhausted, and there was a part of him that wanted to panic at all of these changes that had been suddenly wrought upon him. More than that, though, there was a peacefulness. A sort of wholeness, he had not felt before, as though this was something that he needed, as if he had been waiting for someone, or someones, to take him by the balls and lop them off. 

He was thankful, in his way.

"Well, I'm glad I, uh..." He didn't know where he was going with this, but it was a joke, a funny joke, and it was bubbling up out of him without him being able to stop it. "I'm glad I made the cut, then!" He said, his tail wagging behind him.

The two sheep stared at him, as he clumsily pulled his pants back up, the farmdog grinning to himself at the disdainful looks they gave him. His lips twitched up into a smile, as he fastened his belt. 

"Get it? Cut? Because you two-"

"Yeah, we get it," Luwu said, shaking her head sadly. "UNFORTUNATELY, we get it."

"Aww, be nice to him," Ave said, ruffling the dog's ears. "He's been through a lot." She hooked her arm through Luwu's, and the two of them started walking back towards the barn. "Not as much as you're going to go through, tonight, though, pet." Honey dripped from each word, and Farmdog realized that he could still taste Luwu in his mouth, on his tongue, even as they sauntered back through the harvested hay.

Farmdog stood alone in the wake of their departure, a wind picking up, a nice cool wind that signified the break in the afternoon heat. They wanted him to stay on the farm? Not go home and come back in the morning, but on the farm itself, as a tenant? As a permanent employee?

No, not as one of those things. Ave had been very clear about her intentions. They wanted him to stay on the farm... as a pet. Farmdog reached down, rubbing at himself through his jeans, wincing at the tenderness of his erection that had sprouted up, despite the lack of manliness that should be hanging underneath it. They wanted him, the way he was, now. They liked him. They thought he was... a good boy.

Toby picked up the pliers, and turned back to the fence, smiling to himself. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, after all.