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Shane was terrified of the homely ranch and nearly all of its inhabitants. Though he'd left the city partially due to intense anxiety, at least on the city streets he could blend in and fade into the crowd. In such a small town, everyone knew everyone. He'd have to _greet_people. He'd have to make _small talk_with people. Aberration! Dismay!

But he had little other choice. His wallet was as dry as his mouth and no one else in his family would give him the time of day. Rural living it was.

Aunt Marnie had a ranch, and the ranch had animals, and the animals needed food. Jas was too young, so Marnie took care of things by her lonesome for a long time. Shane didn't have to even volunteer, (which he wouldn't have) before Marnie rounded him up and set him straight on the variety of household chores he would take up.

These days, Shane didn't do so good with sound; it led to sensory overload pretty quick. So right away, the ranch left him intimidated and panicky. The squawking, crowing, clucking, neighing, snorting assaulted him with an almost zealous chorus, and he had to be honest: none of them sounded particularly happy to see him. Some of them even pawed the ground, as if simply burning with the desire to give him a good kick. Of course he disliked them at once, and all but shut down during the tour.

That is, until they arrived to the furthest barn on the ranch, and Marnie needed all her strength to push open the door.

"Gotta make sure it's stable," she panted. "Big boy in here could cause a lot of damage if he got loose."

The barn door slowly eased open to reveal a single large pen full of hay, and the largest, most terrifying beast Shane had ever seen in his life. Its horns! Its eyes! Its flaring nostrils! It looked like a demon ready to strike.

Shane yelped. "What the hell is that?" It looked like a bull, but if it was, it was completely massive. It was nearly as tall as Marnie, and he guessed it had to weigh at least two tons. Its hooves could probably squish his head like a grape!

"Say salutations to my breeding bull," Marnie tittered. "His name's Tucker."

"That's a big ass bull." His heart was pounding, and he was berating himself for it. It was just a cow! What a time for anxiety to flare up!

Marnie, however, looked delighted. "Isn't he? His breed's unique to this valley. Almost twice as big as a normal bull! She walked right up to the gate of his pen and held her hand out, offering a nice plump apple. Tucker's ears perked up and he trotted right over to her, gently accepting her gift with a hearty grunt. "He's a fiesty fella, but he's a real sweetie as long as you have a nice apple for him. Wanna pet him?"

At precisely that moment, the beast looked in Shane's direction and shook its head, flinging saliva and apple bits everywhere. Shane took a quick step backward and glanced down, shaking his head.

Marnie, not to be put off, returned to Shane and gave him a firm clap on the shoulder. "Come on, Shane! You told me you want to help me with the animals, right?"

"No, not really..."

Again, not to be dismayed, Marnie continued. "Well, Tucker is one of them, and it's awfully hard for me to deal with him by myself. You saw just opening that door is a hassle!"

"I don't understand why you don't just put him with the other cows."

"Because he's an in tact breeding animal and he'll try to hump anything in sight. I can't have him hurting my other livestock." Marnie sucked her teeth. "Besides, cow is the term for female cattle. This is a bull."

"Yeah, this is bull alright."

Marnie stuck her hands on her hips; she was finally losing her patience with Shane, and she had the glare to prove it. "Young man, you're renting that room from me at a price you know is more than generous. All I'm asking for is a little help around the ranch."

"I'd rather stick with the chickens," Shane mumbled.

"Okay. I know you already like the chickens, so they're yours. You now have full reign of the chickens. Feeding, egg collecting, inspecting, everything. If they produce well, you can even sell some of the eggs yourself. But I also want you to learn to feed the other animals too. With you promise me, Shane?"

Shane took another glance at the bull. It shook its head at him again and then ducked down for a mouthful of hay, not remotely concerned about the panic-stricken boy before it. To be fair, Shane thought, apathy was better than aggression.

"Alright," he agreed.

City-living meant his knowledge of most critters - not just of the barnyard variety - was limited. So was his knowledge of all practice housework and maintenance. He already knew he had a lot to learn; his dad always said it was a plum miracle he made it to 18 having accumulated so little sense, and Shane became increasingly aware of his uselessness as he learned the ropes around the place. But Shane had arrived with a shy but persistent desire: don't be a fuck up. If he fucked it up here, he thought, it was game over for him. Surely no one else would tolerate such an unpleasant piece of shit such as himself.

Naturally, when he promptly began to be a fuck-up, he slid. He always did.

Life had not improved for Shane in Stardew Valley. He felt that for once in his life, for once, he had really given it a shot. He swore he'd tried. Really tried. But it wasn't meant to be; it just wasn't. He wasn't destined to be happy. He wasn't destined to have friends. And so he hated the town, he hated its traditions, he hated its inhabitants, he hated his job, and most of all, he hated himself.

"What's wrong with me?" he would demand of his drunken, vomit-flecked reflection in the mirror of the saloon's men's room. "Everyone else is happy here! Everyone else thinks this is paradise! But I'm...I'm so miserable." He would curl up in the corner and sob until closing time, when Emily would talk him down and lead him out the door. He wouldn't let her walk him home; he didn't need anyone's help or pity. Besides, he liked to walk along the river and fantasize about throwing himself into it with an anchor tied to his leg, or following it out to sea and jumping from the cliffs. Suicidal ideation, in its weird way, kept him from actually killing himself in his darkest hours.

Such was the case that night. It had been weeks since he'd arrived, and nothing had improved. Beer cans littered his floor, his tables, his bed, and his drawers. Perpetual drunkenness was the only thing that kept him numb enough to tolerate living. But the beers were wearing off, and his next paycheck wouldn't be until Monday, and he was starting to feel a nauseous again. So he tried to get some fresh air by standing at his open window, surveying the ranch in the full moon light. It looked much calmer at night, he thought, much more manageable. But then he was always hiding in the dark.

Shane was too zoned out to notice Marnie until the very last moment before she came up to the barn, the furthest barn from the house. At first he thought nothing of it; he watched her struggle to push open the doors as always, and he could just barely hear her grunt from his window. She entered and for some reason left the door open, as if confident that the bull shouldn't even try to run off.

Despite himself, Shane wound up observing Marnie as she prepared. For what? He wasn't sure. She was in protective gear, including a helmet, and that was strange. She was positioning what looked like a dummy designed to vaguely resemble a cow, and that was stranger. Then she released Tucker and "led" him to the dummy, though by all accounts, he was more than happy to go up to it on his own.

Marnie took out something that Shane presumed to be a spray bottle, because she misted the dummy and then let go of Tucker, which turned out to be very wise because he all but tackled into the dummy. Then, without warning, Shane witnessed something that made his eyes go wide: Tucker's penis was dropping from its sheath at a rapid pace, and it grew and grew and grew to arm length...no, leg length?!

Shane was not drunk enough for this. What the hell was he witnessing? Was Marnie mad? Who would build something like this?

"Easy, boy! Easy!" Marnie was leading the bull to properly top the dummy cow, and it could hardly wait. Already he was thrusting wildly into the air, his awe-inspiring dick flopping gleefully for a hole, any hole, and he found it.

To Shane's great disgust, Tucker finally mounted the dummy, and with a shout of success, Marnie let go of the bull and let him at it. Shane could hear the thumps even at a distance as the bull bred the dummy cow as hard as it could, snorting and delivering thrust after thrust with all of its body strength. At one point the bull's erection slipped from its hole and was briefly revealed in its massive glory -yes, at least leg length, and beer can thick - and that moment, preceded by a squirt of precum, was when Shane realized he was hard. Steel hard was too soft to describe him; his dick was a titanium rod rammed down his pants. Throbbing and twitching. Shamelessly dripping in sickeningly potent arousal. Nothing had ever turned him on like this before; it was like finally waking up.

Shane had scarcely a second to understand what this meant when the beast gave a mighty bellow and a couple thrusts so hard he nearly moved the dummy. At that point Shane didn't have to think about reaching down his pants, about grabbing his cock, about jerking it with a sudden vigor that he'd never experienced before. Seconds later, when Tucker pulled back from the dummy and spurt a few stray strands of seed all over the barn floor, Shane moaned and very abruptly and violently reached orgasm. His cock throbbed in his hand as he drenched his underwear with cum; Christ, it was like he'd pissed himself! And his legs - no, his whole body - shook madly with the incredible force of his pleasure until he had to grab onto his window sill for support, huffing and groaning all the while. The after-waves were still pulsing through him as Tucker's thick meat receded back into his sheath and Marnie collected the goods from the dummy cow.

He had to lean out his window a little bit, (a daunting task: his arms and legs were rubber!) but he was able to see the container Marnie was handling. He was in shock; there was so much of it! He could see it sloshing from here! But if only he could see it a bit better...

Shane bit back another moan, but his cock gave a powerful throb. He looked down at the paltry wet stain on his crotch; how much would he have to cum to amass THAT big a sample? Ten times? Twenty times?

Shane continued to observe in silence as Marnie put up the bull and its toy. The image of the big black beast thrusting wildly into him wouldn't leave his mind for anything. He could hear its meaty testes slapping against the dummy's ass with every two ton thrust.

He couldn't take it. In two swift motions he had his clothes off, and in the next he was in bed, one hand gripping his nuts and the other palming the head of his cock. Shane smeared his precum up and down his length, slowly, biting his lip to stop himself from making any more noise. The last thing he wanted was for Jas to hear his perversities; then he would really be the worst godfather on the planet.

Shane teased himself as he fantasized about Tucker: he tugged and squeezed his balls and gently stroked his hard-on with the barest touch of his finger. He thumbed his foreskin, pinched just under his head, did everything he could to let his fantasy linger.

In his mind, the bull was too big to mount him. He had to climb upon the worktable in the barn, and even then he had to lift, lift his ass for the beast to reach it, and Tucker didn't even go for it right away. His long, sloppy tongue practically made love to Shane's ass, at first lazily massaging his taint and then deftly slipping between his cheeks to invade his puckering asshole. Shane arched in bed as he imagined it forcing its way through, slicking him and stretching him simultaneously while his cock shuddered with delight.

Shane let his balls go so he could tease his ass and then hungrily finger himself. He was no stranger to having things up his ass; sometimes, in the city, banging random dudes in bars was the only way he could get through the night alive. Being fucked, being subservient, being a cockslut: these were Shane's greatest desires, desires that were largely responsible for his rough childhood. He'd never met a cock too huge for his slutty butt, but would Tucker be the exception?

Though he'd tried his best, when he imagined Tucker's jaw dropping cock slip from its sheath nearly to the floor, he plateaued. As he rode to the peak, he switched to eagerly fucking his hand and whimpering pathetically with each pulse of pleasure until he gasped a silent scream with his first milky squirt. His cock was practically exploding; he NEVER came this much, not even when he edged or didn't jack off for a few days, but his cock quickly painted his stomach and even sent a few ropes flying at his chest. It was DEFINITELY more than the first time. He squeezed his radiating hard on with one hand and stroked his stomach with the other, truly covering his stomach in his own creamy mess until he couldn't see his own flesh through it.

Minutes later, even with his cum turning sticky and cool, he was still reeling from the intensity of his orgasm. Twice in a row, both times with an unusually large volume of cum, would wear anyone out. Shane was still half hard because he wouldn't stop thinking about Tucker, about those rotund and sagging nuts, about that impossibly large, bestial bull penis flaring and dripping with pure animalistic abandon.

He wouldn't do it again tonight; he was already fucked for sleep and had work in the morning to contend with. But the next day...the next day was a day off. Would he be able to bond with Tucker? Get him to trust him? Get him to...fuck him?

"I'm proud of you, Shane," Marnie said sincerely. Shane couldn't look her in the eye, but he managed to mumble an awkward 'thanks' in response. "I knew once you got comfortable you'd want to work your way up." She clapped in on the shoulder and gave him a beaming smile. "Just have pride in your work, and listen to the animals! You'll know when you're doing a good job because they'll treat you like one of them. You might even get a kiss!"

"Thanks, Aunt Marnie."

"Of course. You've always had it in you, you know." Marnie said this last while distracted; she'd noticed the time and needed to hurry and get her things together. "Jas and I will be out for a few hours, so please be careful! Don't go directly near Tucker; just get his food and water changed and then leave him alone. I'll take care of him when I get back."

"I thought you said he was a sweetie?"

"He is," she consented. "But he's...a handful. I don't want you getting overwhelmed."

"I'll be fine."

"I'm sure you will." Marnie gave him a kiss on the cheek and waved him goodbye.

Feeding the animals was a more grueling task than he thought. Marnie had different instructions for each species, and, determined not to be a fuck up this time, Shane followed them to the letter. For the most part, he figured he did a pretty good job, and he'd even managed to pet one of the cows. Its nose was velvet, warm and smooth in his hand, and he was embarrassed to find that the cow's nose actually tantalized him to a semi.

But that was the whole reason he'd agreed to this. Marnie and Jas would be gone for hours, and he would be alone with Tucker. He didn't know if he'd be able to go through with it, but either way, he figured he'd probably end up with some good whacking material.

With the rest of the animals fed, Shane retired temporarily to his room. He was no fool; he knew that he needed a fair amount of prep time to take a monster like Tucker. It was just his luck that he had a variety of toys, some over a foot long, and in due time he took them all. Liberal lubricant, ravenous rocking, scintillating sensation! On any other day it would have been a marathon of pleasure, but today it was only foreplay. His anus was gaping open by the time he was done, and he only hoped it would be enough to save him.

Shane had gotten fucked by a lot of dicks. He considered himself an insatiable size queen. But Tucker? Four feet of bull meat and gallon-sized orgasms? Even the thought of it made his cock twitch in anticipation and his ass seize needily. He had to take him. Or, more aptly, he had to be taken.

It took an eternity to reach the far barn. He wasn't sure if he was walking slowly because his ass was already sore, or if he was just too nervous to walk normally. Either way, he made it there eventually, and he found the doors just as hard to move as Marnie did. He figured she must really be concerned about the strength of the beast, and he shivered as he realized his foolishness in all its glory. But it was too late to turn back now.

At first, he fed and watered Tucker appropriately, and the bull paid him little to no mind. As he munched away, Shane prepared the place by pushing the work table flesh against the wall, as well as setting the top part of the dummy cow on top of it. He hoped that its presence might signal to Tucker that it was "breeding time," so to speak.

When Tucker seemed content with eating, Shane began to, (and he blushed as he thought this word himself) seduce the bull. He'd brought a fair share of apples, and true to Marnie's word, Tucker was quickly smitten with him. As Shane fed him, he cooed and stroked the bull's massive sagging neck and soft, delicate ears. Its nose was just as soft as the cow's, and Shane couldn't help but throb painfully against his jeans. Touching the bull sent shivers of desire all across his body; he was more wound up for sex than he ever had been in his entire life, and he was quite the slut in Zuzu City. Maybe it was because it would be a challenging fuck, maybe it was because he hadn't gotten any action since moving, maybe it was because the bull's pungent musk was assaulting his senses even before he was hard.

Whatever the case, once Shane felt like Tucker felt comfortable with him, he showed him the upper half of the dummy cow. The bull was immediately interested and actually nodded up and down, as if to indicate willingness. Shane swallowed hard as he undid the bull's gate, and then he hastily made his way to the worktable, first tossing the dummy on it and then climbing up himself on his hands and knees, ass waving in the air, practically hyperventilating in anticipation.

However, Tucker didn't go to take him right away. He didn't understand; when Marnie had laid out the dummy, Tucker had all but assaulted it. Was he confused by the human on top of it? He didn't even look in Shane's direction; instead, he plodded off to pluck bits of hay lying around, none the wiser, not remotely interested. Shane even whistled and clicked his tongue to get his attention, but the bull seemed oblivious to his need.

Shane felt a wave of complicated emotions swell inside him. He nearly laughed, he nearly cried. Here he was presenting his - still gaping - asshole to the biggest bull he'd ever seen, and it didn't desire him. How fucked up was it that he'd even wanted it? How fucked up was it that he was fighting back tears? But he couldn't help it; being rejected by Tucker meant he'd failed. He was a fuck up yet again. Big fucking surprise. Fuck up Shane; couldn't even get fucked if he wanted to.

To steady his breaths, Shane breathed deep the scent of the virile young bull, and then he finally realized his error. Marnie had sprayed something on the dummy. That was what he needed to convince Tucker he was a breeding toy.

He practically bolted off the table and found the spray bottle Marnie had used in the same closet as the dummy; appropriately, it was labeled "cattle pheromone." What an idiot! He'd overlooked it completely in his haste! This kind of thing couldn't take rushing, he told himself, even as he rushed back to the table. He resumed his position, hands and knees, urging Tucker closer with another apple before spraying the pheromone on his crotch.

Instantly, as if he'd cast a spell, Tucker was interested. He breathed deep and grunted, and his head flopped between Shane's legs, gauging the atmosphere before descending completely. The bull got agonizingly close to Shame's dick, so close he could taste its hot, moist breath and nearly feel its velvety soft nose.

He couldn't take it anymore. He spritzed himself twice more: first again onto his crotch, and then, spreading his ass with his other hand, directly into his willing hole.

The bull bought it. Instantly its massive rod began sliding free, revealing inch after inch and foot after foot of slimy bestial penis. It buried its nose between Shane's cheeks, licking with a fervor and making short, eager grunts. He sighed in ecstasy as the bull tongue massaged and penetrated him as it had in his fantasy. It was so long, and delightfully wet! His toes curled and his thighs convulsed with every curl and slap of the bull's tongue. He could feel it sucking in air as it serviced him, breathing in the pheromones with ravenous gulps. He couldn't believe it! It was actually happening just like his fantasy!

But the pleasure was short lived: the impatient bull began to mount the table and the boy on top of it, well versed in its role as a breeder. Shane held his hands over his head in case the bull's hooves went astray, but Tucker assumed a stable stance without incident.

It felt like years. Shane knew it was coming; he felt the bull's hot, hairy stomach breathing quick, felt its sharp, humid breath in his ear. He felt the air cut behind him as the bull's penis fruitless sought for him, and each time his stomach dropped to his toes before rising back to his chest again. Tucker just couldn't find his ass.

As the seconds passed, Shane remembered that Marnie had had to help Tucker into the dummy in the end. Feverishly, he tried to guide Tucker's flailing cock as well, but he just wouldn't stay still. Shane's own cock quivered as his every muscle anticipated the moment the meat would hit his hole, the moment he would be bred by a massive bull, and when he officially became as sick in real life as he was in his head.

A wet, fleshy surface. Burning hot. Shane tried to relax, tried to breathe, but nothing could prepare him for the brutal impending mating. The moment the probing head made contact with the hole, Tucker gave a mighty thrust, and half the meaty log pushed right into Shane in one go.

The blood-curdling scream that followed was enough to disturb the chickens clear across the farm. Shane was glad he'd stretched as well as he could, but his poor butt was radiating pain in unforgiving waves, and it only got worse as the bull began to haphazardly thrust, so poorly coordinated that it wound up pulling out completely and thrusting the air to orgasm.

After all that build-up, Shane's back was showered with wasted bull semen. It dripped down every inch of him, even soaking his hair and tearing up his eyes. He wished he could turn around and lap up the cattle cum, but his whole lower half was still in pain, and he was too stunned to move. It had been over so quickly that he was completely gobsmacked; he hadn't even known what hit him.

When Tucker finished, he remained still for a moment, resting his flagging cock on Shane's cum-laden back. He couldn't believe how massive it was; he'd probably barely taken two feet of it, and that was barely half! He moved against the cow's dick, slowly feeling it rub against his back and between his asscheeks, and the desire to be owned by this animal flooded him again as the sharp pain began to dull. It was so hot! Kneeling underneath this two ton beast with a monstrous cock so heavy he actually had trouble holding himself up with his jelly-limbs. His own hard-on was leaping in desire, begging for some kind of stimulation other than the hot, humid air, but he wouldn't touch it. Useless, pathetic pieces of shit like Shane didn't deserve it. At least, that's what he told himself.

Tucker finally retreated from him, and Shane jumped from the desk, tripping a little on the landing but still getting straight to work. 'To hell with it, he thought: 'worst case scenario, he can't get it up again. Best case scenario, he either fucks me again or he crushes me to death.'

Shane took the bull's penis in both hands and stroked. He couldn't fit his hands around it; they looked absolutely tiny compared to the rest of it. Shane couldn't help involuntarily releasing shuddering groans with every stroke, with every wave of musk that flooded his nostrils, with every slick drop of cum that fell to the floor. It was paradise. He wanted the bull to cum right in his face almost more than he wanted another fucking.

At first, Tucker seemed uncertain. He both thrust into Shane's hands and tried to step away, not entirely successful at either. Shane couldn't blame him for being confused; no doubt, Marnie only needed him to finish once to get all of her sperm needs met.

But the boy kept masturbating the bull. His tongue cautiously lapped up the slimy remains on the head as he squeezed his way up the bestial length. He couldn't dream of fitting his mouth around the head, but his tongue could fit easily in the bull's tip, and he swirled and lapped and licked vigorously until Tucker massive haunches were thrusting toward the warmth.

Without warning, the bull began to get active. It started huffing and snorting at him, rutting at him, nosing him and pawing at him, shoving his cock harder into Shane's mouth until it was sliding in and out his throat. It wasn't aggression, Shane thought, even when he was pretty sure he'd be getting bruises from some of it. It was lust. The bull wanted him. They were both under the spell of arousal and hormones now, and maybe that meant Tucker would go again.

His own lust swirled maddeningly in his stomach as he climbed back on the work table. Without coercing or the need for more pheromones, Tucker climbed on top of him. This time, Shane managed to get hold of the dangling, dancing penis, and lead it slowly to his slutty hole. He quickly tried to stretch himself out with his fingers to give the bull more of an entrance, but Tucker was having none of that. With one determined thrust, at least a foot of bull cock slammed into Shane, and as if deaf to his screams, the bull re-positioned to allow itself to sink deeper into its willing breeding toy. Then, uncharacteristically, it remained still, breathing heavily on top of Shane's quivering body.

Shane could've sworn he felt cock in his throat, but he knew that was impossible. God, it felt good! It hurt a little, sure, he was used to sex hurting, but he felt crammed full of throbbing hot cock, and his own dribbled shamelessly in arousal. His anus muscles were contracting over and over again, almost rhythmically, around the searing hot meat invading him. It was bliss. He'd needed it so bad; he'd needed to be used so bad!

"Come on boy," Shane panted. He pumped his hips against the bull, inviting him, teasing him. "Fuck me. Make me scream. No one's here, they aren't gonna stop you. Make me scream."

As Shane continued to buck against the bull, it finally seemed to turn him on. Tucker snorted so hard that dust flew from the table into Shane's eyes, but he couldn't do more than cry out before there was finally movement. This time it wasn't too fast, although it certainly could have been slower. The bull's thrusts were erratic, even a little hesitant, but it readjusted its weight again to compensate and it shifted to a heated, carnal thrust: a breeding thrust.

Shane didn't know what to do. His hands went between gripping the table to scratching wildly at the walls, his mouth went from shrill screaming to salacious moaning. Sometimes he bucked against the bull, and sometimes he just held on for dear life. No matter what he did, he was in ecstasy. Human penises couldn't compare to this; they just couldn't. None could come close to the girth, to the length, to the raw power in each thrust, the lewd _squish_as it pulled out and the lewder _slurp_as it was sucked in. At one point he put a hand to his stomach and realized that he felt it - he felt the bull's dick pounding away at him through a plainly visible stomach bulge, and if he was honest with himself, he wasn't completely skinny anymore.

Naturally, the second Shane realized this, he went from dripping to leaking long strands. His nuts seized up and became unbearably tight and unbearably swollen. With his hand he stroked the bull through his stomach and squeezed it as well as he could. Even through his skin it was rock solid, and that fact made his cock ache even more. Too much.

Shane's hand transitioned from his stomach to his slovenly dick. It was so wet and sensitive that even fucking his rough palm was bliss, and it instantly raised the intensity of his moans, which in turn seemed to affect the intensity of Tucker's thrusts, which of course made Shane louder, et cetera. Tucker had begun to slam him so hard that Shane was forced to crawl against the wall to brace him from the bull's erratic jerking.

How long it went on, Shane didn't know. How many times he'd cum, Shane didn't know. For all he knew, he was dead, and that would suit him just fine.

A rattling bellow. A series of harsh grunts and harsher thrusts. Then, almost without warning, an eruption of warmth, and Shane splattering the floor in sympathetic orgasm. His mind was numb, but he felt each jet of seed oozing inside him, hitting his insides with a noticeable impact. And it didn't stop. He lifted himself off of the table with one arm, trying to hold his position as the bull released its generous load. Shane could hear Tucker snorting above him, and then, unbelievably, the bull lowered its head to Shane's and licked at him. He missed, due to the vast size difference, but it was the attempt that Shane appreciated.

Finally, Tucker began to remove himself from Shane. It was only when the bull's penis began to evacuate when Shane realized his stomach was still bulging, and when he touched it, he couldn't help but gasp. It was all full of cum, sloshing around in his belly, blatantly swelled with cream even despite his slight chubbiness. The magic was short-lived: the moment Tucker's retracting dick popped out, seed flooded from his anus and poured around his ankles in a hot and messy waterfall. Shane whimpered shamelessly and he squirted again in response, but his load was comparably pitiful to the puddle accumulating on the floor.

The act was done. The bull had bred him. He'd survived. And, God, had it been good.

Shane remained curled up on the work table, mindlessly gasping and moaning and shuddering and convulsing in the eternal afterglow engulfing him. Tucker, finally spent, gave its breeding toy a gentle lick on the ear before returning to its stall.

He'd gotten his kiss, after all.

Shane recovered in a daze as he finally started getting up from the table. Every inch of him was drenched in sweat and cum, even his hair, and his ravaged hole was still leaking bull semen down his quivering legs.

The cum soaking the floor would need to be cleaned up. So would he, now that he thought about it. And the dummy, he realized with a groan. But he couldn't think about that yet; all he could do was slide to the floor, plopping down right into the puddle of cum, and lazily stroke his sordid little semi. Surrounded by the all-consuming musk of bull spunk, he began to fantasize what other surprises Marnie's ranch might have in store for him, provided he didn't fuck it up, of course.