Warning: You are all adults but be warned anyway. The Turner Prize. ================= My wife and I had always been fans of Sandra Williams the artist. Her art was controversial and was very very femdom in style. She often used naked males in embarrasing situations. Now was my chance to take part in one of her pieces. And a chance to help her win the Turner Prize. Me and 99 other males. We were to be part of her biggest installation yet. The installation was called livestock. I had needed a PA piercing done before arriving. On arrival, I had to sign a form of consent, consenting all my decisions to my wife. And she then in keeping with Livestock, she was paid �100 and she then signed the rights for me over to Sandra. These documents were put on display at one side of the room, under glass and under lock and key. 100 guys stripped on request, as our partners watched. Our clothes were collected and removed. A metal rack was wheeled in and 1 by 1, a ring on a chain attached to it was locked around our balls and our PAs were padlocked to it. We were now locked in place by our PAs and our balls. 2 water troughs were brought out. 1 at head height, in which we could lean and drink, and one at cock height in which we were to urinate. "Well ladies' you can see your partner's and husbands have become for the next few weeks at least, livestock on our little human male farm here. In a minute we will be branding their buttocks with a number, please use that number instead of their name from now on. Please note that they will be here for at least 7 days. We will farm them for 7 days and then start pocessing them randomly 5 per day. In 27 days time they will become your property again, but until then I own them 100% legally. They are now my livestock." Trish came to see me once a day. Occassionally she brought her friends from work. "Hi number 72, how you getting on?" She greeted me. I tried to have a normal conversation with them, trying to ignore my embarrasing nudity and my embarassing predicament. However, everytime one of the girls directed a question at me, the words 'number 72' stopped me in my tracks and left me pausing and the girls giggling. They could see that my new reference number was knocking me into my new place as a piece of livestock and they were loving it. Day 8 was the shock, 5 guys were chosen, in including the guy next to me. They put curtains around him so none of us could see. But when they left, they wheeled him out on a trolley unconscious, covered up. Then the curtains were all removed at the same time, revealing what 'processing' meant. Hanging down from the bar was his still locked and very erect cock with his balls still attached. His cock was now branded with the number 71. My wife, Sarah arrived with her friend Haley. As my wife greeted me, Haley was staring and pointing at 71. "Wow what happened there?" she asked. Sarah looked round and read the number "71" on the cock. "Oh my god, 71 was a big boy", she said. "WAS" I said. "What happened to him?" Sarah asked me. "He was 'processed'". I replied. "And over the next 19 days, all of us guys are going to be processed the same way." "wOW, sarah, you are so cool. You're getting your hubbies cock and balls cut off." Haley chirped in. "Sorry number 72, I dont think I can do anything to stop it either." Sarah mumbled sympathetically. "Dont call me that, I need some sympathy. I'm going to lose my manhood." I sobbed. "I have to call you that. I sold you to Sandra. I dont want you processed. But she owns you, and she does. I cant do anything. You are number 72 now, and you are waiting to be processed. Your manhood is already lost. You arent a man you are livestock. sorry number 72. " my wife replied. "And I quite like that number. It will be our special number wont it." From that day on, every female friend of Sarah's and mine turned up daily to monitor my fate. News had spread fast. On day 15, Haley arrived earlier than the rest to discover to her joy, number 72 hanging fully erect, balls dangling unattached from a human male. She read the nunber on the erection to make sure. "Number 72. Wow this was it. Her friend's husbands sex organs at their fullest. As they would have been when penetrating her friend Sarah. She imagined the sight. And looked at its present man-less state and was creaming her knickers." Sarah arrived. "I do feel sorry for my hubby. He has lost his cock but I have to admit it does look good like that. This lady knows her art." "Looks good? It looks magnificent" Haley interrupted. "You must be so proud." They glanced around the room. 75 cocks were now hanging detached from the rail. "I cant wait to see the finished piece. It's going to look awesome with 100 cocks and balls hanging manless from the rail. And Sarah, my friend, contributed a cock and balls to the piece. Wow, amazing." "yes, I guess you're right. And looking at it. I'm not sure why, but Number 72 here looks so much more sexy than when it was attached to my hubby." "Sarah, you know, whenever you want, just say and you can use my boyfriend's cock or I will even eat you myself if you prefer. And you have to help get my boyfriend interested in Sandra Williams' art. I cant wait to see his parts hanging so erect, manly and detached."