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**

I got to school a little late as mom and dad had some type of media event with the senator, so I walked into English as normal. Aden was there, he gave me a wide grin as I sat down. I was about to respond when I caught an "evil eye." It's sort of like when someone is staring at you, and you feel those pin-pricks of familiarity? But this time it was deeper. They burned. I turned my head, Bruce was staring, and it wasn't a kind smile he hand on his lips. It was a sneer, a very lascivious sneer. I gave him eye for eye though. And he snorted once breaking contact.

**

Lunch was, for the most part, a pretty subdued afair. The herd was quiet, or as quiet as it could be. Jake was in the arms of Rodney, the tiger's hand clearly up his shirt, Tracy was with Andrew, and Melissa was in the arms of her bull-boyfriend. I actually found myself with a little time to enjoy Aden's company, until I heard the voice.

"Hey! Horse Boy! Still playing with the equines?" This time Cory was back, with reinforcements. He had a few humans with him, and some furs. Canines, Felines, and a few Bovines. Nothing serious, but still, it did shock me a bit.

"Um...Cory?"

I ducked my head in submission.

He glared "What!?"

I pointed to the assembled furs behind him.

"You have your own herd, so don't call the kettle black." That started a chuckle from the herd as everyone looked on. Even Jake made a huge laugh making a comment about "Rag-Tags." Cory backed off, but fumed. I knew it wouldn't be all I heard from the previously demurring nerd that I once was.

**

I walked home, alone. Aden had been held back for "special practice." The coach, Mr. Wilke, had gotten me permission to join the team, but I still wasn't sure about that. Getting hit for fun? It sounded horrible. My mind was on the herd.

**

So now Bruce is, or was, a bully, my brother is gay, and the others expect me to keep up appearances.

I sighed to myself as I walked down the walk to the front door, Mom and Dad's family truckster no where to be seen.

I walked up the interior stars wondering about Luc, and what was next for him when I opened my door.

It was Bruce. He sat on my bed, for an instant, and in the next he was across the room, and had me in a headlock.

"Pull my ring eh Human Boy? Think you're some type of herd leader or equine ruler eh? I'll teach You!"

It only took me a second to realize my plight as my pants were roughly torn from my waist. I felt my shirt follow next, the snarl of fabric tearing reminding me of a feline growl. Soon I was naked, and thrown on the floor.

I tried to struggle, to bring my training in defense arts to bear, to no use. Bruce had me out gunned by a matter of 2:1 in body size. I just laid there. I remembered my time with the Lieutenant and let my mind go blank in protection.

I didn't really feel when his bovine tongue penetrated me, deeply, rasping in and out of me. Nor did I feel the heat of his breath on my neck, not consciously, his breath got me hard though. I was ashamed to admit that.

Soon I heard the door break open. A very Angry Aden stood there. He had the rein from his bridal in his hand like a whip. It whirled around, like an experienced cowboy to crack on the bovine flesh above me.

"Who the Fuck do you think you are?"

Roared Aden. Bruce backed up. Suddenly like a shot, Aden was on Bruce and hooked the rein to Bruce's nose ring.

"This is NOT John. You do NOT want him, he is MINE and you will leave him alone!! Lucky for you I came over and was going to ask him about English homework, not that you'd remember!"

Aden stood proud and tall. I had to admire him. His eyes flashed strongly, his neck was strong, and his hands didn't shake in the least.

Bruce had a fierce look in his eye, his huge muscles bunched, and he lunged. Aden deftly side stepped the move, like a Matador, and brought his fists down hard on the bovine head. Bruce grunted once.

"Is......hes??'' was all I could manage.

"He's out." Bruce wiped some snot from his muzzle and regarded me. "Poor guy has a glass jaw. I heard from a friend in Class he might try to take advantage of you....what should we do?"

I heard the front door close....an Idea formed...

**

I walked up the stairs, I was beat. All this parading with Bruce was beginning to get a bit old. He was a big bull, and sexy as hell, but well, his brutish behaviors left something to be desired. Sure, Dex and Aden knew my secret, but the bull sent a fire in my loins I couldn't put out.

I heard the voices behind Dex's door, and recognized Aden. Maybe they'd be over for a chat? I opened the door, and saw Bruce, he was 'hog tied' and in the middle of the floor.

**

"John!" I shouted. I could see his glance go from me to the bull on the floor. I quickly outlined what had happened. As I continued he got more and more angry. Once the story was finished, and Bruce was waking up, I saw a flash in my big Brother's eye. He was not happy.

I had seen that flash in my own eye a few times in Ole Luc's room, when I remembered glanced at the mirrors. John was usualy an easy going guy, but I knew you didn't want to get him riled up. He was riled now, and needed some time alone. Aden and I shared a glance as we left.

**

I stood before Bruce, his hulking form on the floor, his obscene testicles splayed out behind him. I could smell bull. Raw, potent, and masculine. I was not happy. I remembered our grandfather putting me in charge of the bovine herds during round-up time. The bulls were always problems, well after the last time let me sore I was not going to let this go.

I strode up and gripped his nose ring. "Bruce....that kind timid bull who walked in here weeks ago, what happened?"

He looked startled for a second, then stammered. "I was no timid calf....I...."

I yanked on the nose ring. I sighed to myself. Poor Dex had it easy. Equines are not hard to control. Know their language, know their postures, and you have it. Bovines? It's something else, something primal.

I grinned. I was not happy, especially after the last time when Bruce threatened to unload himself in my brother. No.....not MY brother. If anyone that would be me!

I roughly took the reign and strapped it around the bed posts making certain Bruce was now tethered. I then grinned and grabbed a belt I had.. It was a long one, from when I was a little heavier in my freshman year. I took it and strapped his balls.

I could hear the protests from Bruce as I tightened the leather around his heavy sack. It was time for a little pay back, and Bruce well...

I thought of Dex for a second. My younger brother, who was so strong, who had put up with his JROTC issues, and was now in the last years of HS before he hit 21. Here I was 21, and this young bull-calf was back talking me.

I stood up straight. I shucked my shirt and jeans aside and stood before him.

"So, bull, my 'want-to-be leader, it looks like you may be a bit....detained from other plans this evening."

I stroked his ball sack gently. I could feel the warmth easily from my fingers. He shuddered and sighed.

"Fuck you, I just wanted...."

I squeezed. Oh I didn't grip and hold them firmly in my hands in a crushing like grasp, no, I firmly took them by the base and tugged downward. I saw his thick bull cock lower.

"Oh Bruce....innocent and untutored Bruce...."

He looked at me, his eyes were streaming a little.

"What shall I do? My brother has the equines in his hand, don't think I didn't notice that from the times Aden was here, or the stories I got from my old friends in school....no....you?

I splayed my hand and smacked him hard on his ass. His massive muscular rump quivered for a second after I hit.

Got you!

Bruce let our a low moo of pain and pleasure. I watched as his tail swished side to side. I grinned to myself.

**

Now I may not be the Casanova that Dex is, but I took notes. I watched him. Sure he's my little brother, but he knows what he wants, and he talks a lot in his sleep. Do you know how many times I recorded his obnoxiously erotic dreams while he slept?

Sure I have a plan. Dex may be a leader, but there could be two.....two herds....

**

] took all the memories I had of my farm experiences. I strode to Bruce's front. He kept eying me directly in his eye, ducking his head. I quickly grabbed the ring in his nose and tugged. He winced.

I lent down and kissed his bovine lips very sweetly. I could feel his raspy tongue glide into my mouth. I smiled to myself. Time for a little more....

After pulling off his lips he eyed me with suspicion. I didn't doubt where I was going with this. Equines are physical to a point, bovines, much more so.

I took my fist and landed it hard in his side. He winced. I noticed it wasn't in pain, but in recognition. I did this time and time again, to make certain never to hit the head, or ass. Only the side. Finally I finished my circuit in front of him....

**

The human beat me time and time again. I didn't register pain so much as a seance of feeling. He was commanding me to pay attention in the only way I knew how. I finally looked up at him. I could feel my own balls and cock leaking under me on the bed. I only hoped I could get out of this alive.

What had seen a good idea at the time, was now an utter disaster.

Heh....I think Aden would have appreciated that pun....

ow

**

I stared up at the human. He had a scowl on his face, but he looked too intimidating. He stood there, his blond countenance shining in the afternoon light, his light face bears looked so sexy as it gleamed in the golden light reflecting the scarlet highlights of the afternoon.

I heard the door to the house slam. There was no car door before that. Aden and Dex had left.

John smiled at me.

"Now you're mine, and it's time you earned your place as a heard leader...."

**

There are times and places where Heard-Leaders of the bovine and equine tribes were earned by right of passage. There was also a time where the position was earned by a right of pain, and torture. Poor Bruce had no idea the later was his fate.

**

Bruce grunted as he felt a heavy hand on his balls. It roughly pulled on them drawing a snort from his huge bovine nostrils.

"So heavy, but so delicate..."

I felt the fist slam home on them. I'd been kicked in the nads before, who hadn't, but this time the pain was exquisite. I knew WHO gave me that pain, a human, smaller than me by a good amount, the image of his brother Dex burned into my brain.

I quickly recovered.

I felt the leather slide against my skin fur. He must have taken the rein as a trophy from Aden before the equine left....my friend....my one friend....

I felt the leather slide down my muscular back...

**

I grinned inwardly. This muscle God of Furs was under my control. Fuck! I had no choice. If I didn't do this, well he'd just keep rutting, and being an ass, and well, I wanted more than an ass....Dex had something more....why Couldn't I?

I grimaced as I brought the leather strip home.

I imagined Dex to be merciful in his ministrations, dolling out only what was needed, I didn't hold back. I felt the sweat pour from my pecs, and my chest hair as I brought slice after slice of leather across this big bull's strong muscular back. I even broke skin a couple of times.

Soon I saw what I was looking for, the huge bovine head dropped, and I heard pleas, deep rumbling pleas from his chest at the onslaught.

"What was that bull?"

I intoned. I imagined Dex doing the same with his herd, and wondered if I might have my own?

"Sorry...."

Was the only word I clearly heard. I was not about to ask for a second repeat. It was rare to get a bovine to reply, and another to get him to reply resignedly. Bruce had no other sayings, no "I will drain your balls" or "For now" sayings. I could see a single tear in his eye as he looked up.

**

I can't describe what I saw. I came here to make an enemy and saw my father, my grandfather, all of my ancestors in this one face. He was stern but kindly in his glance. He let me go softly and let the rein off of my nose. Only then did he speak.

He lent down and cupped my bovine chin, my neck whiskers brushing his pink hands.

"Are you sorry? Truly sorry? Do you really know your place?"

I nodded. I had no recourse. If I didn't, much worse would befall me, rape, torture. At least this wasn't rape. I nodded.

**

Bruce nodded to me, I smiled. I had read up on Bovines since I had seen him. This was supposed to be good behavior. I strode behind him and lifted his tail. The smell was strong, very masculine, and sweat smelling. It smelled of ripe bull.

I inhaled without leaning in, letting the gentle musk from his taint and ass assault me from where it was. I shuddered a little.

I wasted no time though. I dove in. There was no time like the present, and a bull like Bruce would not thank me for gentleness. I tongued his ass deeply, as far as my human tongue could go. He moaned. I chuckled a bit as gnawed on his taint eliciting a new set of sounds from the bovine.

Is he really such a bottom?

I found my answer when I prodded his sweat tail hole with my fingers. No virgin ass was this. I only raised my eyebrows and wondered if it was from toys, or others that he was like this. Soon the poor bull was writing underneath me. I could smell the ripe bull Pre coming from his thick cock.

I knelt and grinned. I aimed myself up with his sweat tail hole, and wasted no time.

I shoved it in hard. If he had played with toys, then this would be child's play.

"Oh....feel that Bruce....the little human has taken you!" I panted a little. I tried to keep my voice down. I may be well over age, but I didn't need parental advice at this point and who knew when Mom and Dad would be home.

I began to thrust into him. I felt my own balls slam home into his huge sack below me. I grinned at that. Such a bottom!

Soon I had my rhythm, and I was panting. Poor Bruce was leaking hard, but was no where near cumming. That was not my problem.

I finally thrust into him, my face contorting as I felt my cock expand into him as I shot my load. Poor Bruce just bellowed a little.

I finally pulled out. I strode around him, my cock slicked with our juices as I surveyed him, pacing. Finally after I spotted the tel-tale signs of exhaustion I untied the poor bull. He would not get his pleasure this night! He grunted. He stood by my bed, a shamed look on his face. I walked up and cupped his muzzle.

"Such a strong and virile bull. I add you to my herd, Bruce...."

The bull smiled...a true bovine smile for once.

**