The Farmer's Prized "Milking" Stock
A simple one shot about a Farmer and their prized "milking" stock. ;)
It was a normal Wednesday afternoon for the young bull. He was in the barn, pacing back and forth as he waited for the Farmer to bring him his lunch for the day. It was typical for him to do this. The Farmer would be a few minutes late and the bull would begin worrying. And just as per usual, The Farmer knocked on the large barn doors before pushing them open and peaking inside.
“Sorry I’m late!” The Farmer sighed and, thanks to their smaller frame, squeezed through the barely budged door, “Y’know how the tractor gets sometimes. I brought ya food though! Hopefully this’ll help ya produce some higher quality milk.” The bull’s ears perked at that last comment. What did The Farmer mean by that? Clearly bull’s don’t produce milk. That’s what the cow’s do. He didn’t have the right.. Tools for that job. He quickly glanced down towards his tools and then to the Farmer.
“Uhm. Farmer? What do ya mean by ‘produce milk’? I’m a bull! Bull’s don’t produce milk,” The confusion now fully evident. The Farmer’s face flushed as they looked away for a couple moments. After a small pause the Farmer chuckled and bounced on their heel.
“Well. Ya see. You are my top breeding stock right now. So-” They take a quick breath and give a long, deep sigh, “I need.. Some of your ‘milk’. Y’know your- Uhh. Your ‘seed’.” The bull tilts his head and stands there for a moment, trying to process what The Farmer just said. The bull’s face flushed deeply once the realization had hit him. He began attempting to stutter excuses as the Farmer slowly approached the bull, backing him into a corner.
“Oh come now. I just need to collect it for later,” The Farmer gently caresses the bull’s cheek, causing the bull to mutter a small moan. His face flushed a deep crimson and slapped his hands over his mouth. The Farmer just chuckled and gently placed their hands around the bull. “I think you need some help today, hmm? You want some help to collect your milk?” The bull just whimpered and gave a small nod of affirmation. The Farmer smiled as they began removing their overalls, swaying their hips back and forth. The bull just stood there a whimpering, drooling mess as he stared.
He had only dreamt of something like this happening. Every time the Farmer would come and do work around the barn, he swears that they’d always be doing something to either elicit a reaction out of him or to get him to stare. From bending down in front of him for things they wouldn’t otherwise care about to “accidentally” rubbing near his thighs or chest. The Farmer was always so cute and he wanted to desperately make them his. He snapped out of his thoughts when the Farmer began to push him onto his back. He gave a small whimper as his cock began throbbing.
The Farmer caressed the bull’s cheek and gave him a reassuring smile, “This is all okay, right?” The bull nodded quickly.
“Yes! Please.. I- Uhm. Please ‘milk’ me, Farmer,” The Farmer gave a chuckle at the bull’s forwardness. They then put a couple fingers up to the bull’s mouth.
“Open.” The bull’s face flushed as he hesitantly opened his mouth. The Farmer wasted no time in exploring the bull’s mouth with their fingers. His mouth was warm and inviting. As much as they’d love to just tease him by continuing, they take their fingers out of his mouth and gently grip his cock. His breath hitches and his cock twitches in the Farmer’s hand, “Good boy.”
Their hand moves up and down the bull’s now leaking cock. With each stroke the bull lets out a moan or whimper. He grips at the ground beneath him and squirms, desperately attempting to get more. Suddenly it stops and the bull’s eyes dart around.
“What happened? Why’d you stop?” The poor bull was nearly in tears. He gasped as the Farmer stepped over top of him. The Farmer lowered themself so that they were face to face with the bull.
“I need to milk you, don’t I?” The Farmer tilted their head with a faux innocence on their face. After a brief pause the bull nodded rapidly. The Farmer just gave a chuckle before finally lowering themself onto the bull’s throbbing cock.
“Fuuuuuuuck ~ !” The bull threw his head back, nearly cumming then and there. The Farmer just chuckled as they lowered themself further down. They slowly and methodically lifted and lowered themself, rubbing the bull’s sides gently as they continued.
“Such a good boy for me. You gonna get milked, hmm? I’m gonna milk you, huh?” The bull, now a blubbering, stuttering mess, only gave a pathetic whimper in response. They chuckled and sped up. “You’re doing so good. Come on and give me that milk ~” The bull let out a long and very loud moan as he finally released his load into the Farmer. He flopped to the ground, his breathing quick and labored.
The Farmer lifted themself off the poor, exhausted bull. “You did such a good job! Good boy. Do you want me to start a bath for ya? And I’ll get ya some more water and food too.” The bull just gave a small whimper and a thumbs up. “Okay, sweetheart.” ????