Having just left his brother’s house, Nguyen Bao, or Bao Nguyen as he’d learned to introduce himself as in America, was driving in the remote wilderness. Bao had passed midlife over a decade before, but he still didn’t consider himself old. The highly physical job of plumbing had kept him in good shape for his age, even if all the bending over would occasionally tweak his back.

Directly to his right sat Lian, his youngest son. While loving all of his children, everyone knew Lian was the favorite. Lian had just returned home from completing his masters a week prior and they’d decided to take to visit family before Lian was dragged across the country for work.

With Bao’s brother living several hours out from the city, it gave him the perfect opportunity to partake in one of his favorite activities, hiking. After him and his family were mercifully rescued from Saigon, Bao quickly learned to love the natural beauty of his new home. Living in the city for work, he rarely got to imbibe in this passion.

Bao’s brother had given them specific instructions to use the BLM (Bureau of Land Management) lands to the south and to avoid the north at all costs. His brother had refused to go into specific detail, but bao understood something dangerous was occurring up there.

Unfortunately, Bao and Lian lacked a natural sense of direction. The overcast weather removed the sun as an orientational guide and their plan lacking a specific destination; they had gotten turned around. Rather than driving south for a fun afternoon of hiking, they were traveling north.

The clouds darkened and a light fog rolled in, limiting visibility. The two were concerned that their hike would get rained on. Still, they pushed further out. Driving up the twisting dirt roads, they were entranced by the beauty.

Still driving, the clouds continued darkening. The headlights flipped on as visibility continued to decrease. Slowly and gradually, the sphere of observation shrank until even the trees to their sides were difficult to make out.

Lian turned to his dad. “Maybe we should head back.”

While sitting in his brother’s apartment drinking wasn’t the bonding time he’d hoped for with his prized son, getting stranded and waiting for search and rescue certainly was the worst option. Bao flipped the car into reverse and began a complicated nine point turn on the tight road.

While his father was performing the maneuver, Lian sat staring out the passenger window. A quick movement caught his eye. Something appeared to be moving in the ever-encroaching darkness. A tall figure, it moved with great speed at avoiding the light. In the perceived safety of the car, Lian viewed it as an oddity.

Bao finished the turn and began driving once more. He was cut short.

A wall of gargantuan men blocked the road. Their bulging muscles and dangling cocks shined in the headlights. None of them moved a muscle as Bao threw the car in reverse. The backup camera stopped Bao before he took his foot off the break. They were behind them too.

The shadowy figures to the sides returned and moved towards the vehicle. Panic filled Bao and Lian. They were surrounded on all sides, greatly outnumbered and doubted they could take a single one in a fight. Escape was impossible, they just sat there.

After a moment, the figures to the sides stepped closer. In one near synchronous motion, they tore the doors off their hinges. Metal tumbled on the ground as Bao and Lian were grabbed. A hard yank attempted to pull them from the vehicle but the seatbelts stopped them.

Lian tried to yell for his father to floor it. The figures tore the entire seatbelt mechanism from its anchor and pulled the two onto the ground outside. From their new position, they saw their car roll forward past the towering figures before rolling off the edge at the next curve.

Bao and Lian were instantly grabbed. Something was shoved into their mouths as a cold, decently sized chain was wrapped around their bodies, immobilizing them. In the darkness, the two could only look at each other in silence. They were then picked up and carried into the forest.

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Lian was unceremoniously dropped onto the cold luminant floor. The tight fastening on the chains were released and he could finally move after what felt like hours. The figure then stepped out of the room and closed the door.

Looking around, Lian guessed that this once was an office, given the broken bookshelves and scattered papers. He managed to wiggle himself free and pull the gag from his mouth when the door opened again.

A small, frail man was thrown inside. His clothes were in tatters and small bruises in various states of healing covered his body. The only article in any shape was a crudely made and tightly fastened strip of leather around his neck, presumably a collar. The patch of hair above his exposed crotch told Liam he was an adult.

“Who are you? Where am I? What’s going on? How can we get out and find my dad?” the questions shot out like a gatling gun. For the first time since the encounter started Lian felt hope.

Pulling himself up off the floor, he responded. “I’m the resident dweeb, this used to be a himbo facility, and you were just captured.” He dusted himself off before continuing, treating what just occurred as a normal phenomena. “Anything else?”

The answers left only more questions in Lian. Before he could ask any of those, his professional training took over. “This does look like a recent construction. Is that steel reinforced dry wall?”

A look of suspect grew on the dweeb’s face. “How do you know that?” he demanded.

Lian was taken aback by the forcefulness. “I’m, uh, I have a masters in engineering, specialty in construction, heh.” He tried to laugh it off and cut the sudden tension in the room.

The suspicion dropped but the dweeb just stood there staring at Lian. Clearly he was calculating something but Lian couldn’t comprehend what. Finally, the door opened once more and the dweeb was carried away, leaving Lian alone.

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Lian was once again thrown to the ground. This time, it was in what used to be a cafeteria. Covering three sides was a mass of bulls, as he’d recently learned, and the fourth held a shoddily made throne to which another bull was seated.

Lian tried speaking to his dad, hoping to see if he was alright, but was stopped. One of the bulls smacked his head, leaving a slight stinging.

The dweeb from before walked between them before getting on his knees. He then proceeded to bow deeply as he faced the floor.

“Dweeb! Numbers.” The bull on the throne called out.

“62 and 122, Bruh Augy.” The dweeb yelled out having never once broken his gaze from the floor. After a moment of silence, he spoke again. “One cow and one, uh…” He swallowed loudly before continuing. “and one dweeb, Bruh Augy!”

The bulls surrounding them erupted in protest. While stomping their feet and pounding their chests the bulls hurled insults onto the dweeb for his imprudence. This was stopped when Augy slammed his fist into the throne, making it creak in anguish.

“Explain, dweeb!” A note of harshness had entered Augy’s voice. He clearly was also upset at the dweeb’s declaration but as compared to the other bulls, he was willing to hear the dweeb’s explanation.

The dweeb pressed his face into the floor. Visible dread tightened his small muscles as he began to speak again. “One’s an engineer, Bruh Augy. A-a… A builder, Bruh. He can make you’re, uh, brodome bigger and better, Bruh Augy.” His limbs began to shake as he finished.

Augy, sat on his throne, appeared to ponder this. Silently, Bao and Lian looked at each other, hoping they could silently piece together what was about to occur through eyesight alone. Augy spoke again and they ended their gaze.

“Not bad, dweeb. Which one?”

Face still planted into the floor, the dweeb pointed at Lian.

All of the dread couped up in the dweeb transferred to Lian in that instant. He grew painfully aware that all the commotion was about him. He turned to his father, uncertain of what was to come.

Augy started barking orders. Bodies started moving. While one bull was grabbing Lian so he couldn’t run, a cow had stepped forward and was pushing Bao onto his back. Bao’s face was bright red as the droopy pecs swayed over him while Lian called out for this to stop.

No one listened to Lian. He was forced to stay there and watch as a bull mounted the cow and his father’s face was pulled close to the teat. The bull began to fuck and the cow mooed.

 The dweeb finally stopped bowing and moved to Lian. He gently stroked his hair and whispered words of calm and ease into him. Telling him it will be alright.

The juxtaposition was jarring to Lian as he watched his father’s small body expand, the legs and arms growing longer. He questioned how the hell things will be alright as his father’s muscles expanded, slowly getting larger with each throb. A tear crossed his eyelashes as Bao began eagerly sucking while the lines of age vanished.

Finally, the cow mooed highly and the bull deeply as they orgasmed. They both moved away, allowing Lian to see the pile of muscle his old man had become, looking no older than 30. He still didn’t have time to process all that had occurred when his father shocked him.

Bao flipped over, onto his hands and knees, and began shaking his ass. His hole was clearly visible through the torn pants as the bulls laughed and cheered. A bull walked up behind him and thrust in, causing Bao to moan loudly and inarticulately as he thrust back onto the big cock, slowly working up to his own orgasm.

Lian was speechless when he saw the small load dribble out of Bao’s cock. Unable to speak nor think, he sat there as bull after bull had his way. When all were satisfied, Lian and the dweeb were escorted away to begin their duties.