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The job offer was far too good to be true. Thirty dollars an hour, just for Luca to muck out some stalls and tend to a few farm animals, with free room and board included. It was practically a dream come true for a broke twenty-five-year-old like Luca. Maybe after a few months, he could afford a better car than his current beaten up, smoke billowing 80's crap-mobile.

Strawberry blonde hair caught the soft summer breeze, and Luca tied it back with a huff before it covered his face. Sometimes he wondered why he let his hair grow out. Still, he couldn't deny that he looked good when he caught a glimpse of himself in the rearview mirror. His emerald green eyes complimented his short facial hair, and his long hair completed the look.

The turn-off for Udder Brothers Dairy("It's udderly delicious!") was pleasantly shady. As Luca's car puffed along its dirt road, he whistled at the veritable mansion alongside the massive barn. Was this where he'd be staying? He may have found his dream job. Could he stay here until retirement?

An older man wearing overalls and muddy boots walked up to his car while Luca drove into the manor's winding driveway. Warm, calloused hands shook Luca's, and a grin broke out across the older man's face. "You must be the new hire. I'll be retirin' today, so you'll have to learn fast. I reckon you'll do fine, though." The old-timer handed over keys and a packet of papers with a title page declaring its contents. "Daily duties" Well, that was straightforward. He just had to follow a checklist?

Luca was about to ask about his accommodations when he heard the roar of an engine, and he noticed that the old-timer had already left, his wrinkled arm waving from a surprisingly expensive-looking truck as he sped off down the road. So much for training or orientation of any kind. Luca sighed and grabbed his box of clothing from the trunk of his car, lugging it to the estate's door. It couldn't be that hard to find which room was his.

Once inside, he explored the upper level of the two-story house, finding doors labeled "supplies," "miscellaneous," and "staff quarters." Eschewing the first two rooms, he stepped through into the third, and his jaw dropped. A massive king-size bed, wrapped in dark blue silk sheets, greeted him, and through an open door on the far wall, he could see a lavish jacuzzi tub. Was this a job as a farmhand? Luca would be living better than he ever had working retail! Why hadn't he applied sooner?

Eager to earn his keep and make sure he could keep access to the lovely house and its amenities, Luca left his belongings and made the short trek to the barn, his packet of instructions in hand. There were far fewer stalls within the barn than he imagined, and their walls towered over him, easily seven feet tall. Interesting design choice. Wouldn't it be easier to spot what needed attention if he could see inside without a stepladder? He shrugged, opening his instruction packet. "Replace straw daily." greeted him from the first page. Nothing else, just those three words.

Luca shrugged and scanned the door, grabbing a small bale of hay from the pile in the center of the barn. The metal engraving next to the latch only said, 'Honey.' Perhaps it was the cow's name? He shrugged, humming to himself as he pushed open the door. "Alright, Honey. We're going to be good friends-" He trailed off as he took in the surprising sight awaiting him.

Amid the din of milking machines, instead of the dairy cow that Luca was expecting, something very different stared back at him with glazed sky blue eyes from under a matted mane of hair. Russet fur covered a muscular physique, and the glass milking tubes, rather than attaching to udders, were fastened on the strange beastman's nipples, coaxing thin streams of milk with each insistent suck. Drool dripped down the creature's chin, and a machine was plunging something deep into its throat, drawing muffled gags from the poor creature's soft-looking maw. In its rear, another jackhammering toy was forcing itself in and out of his clenching pucker, tugging on its puffy pink rim and dragging it out slightly with each thrust. To complete the sexually charged image squirming with tortured moos, Luca could see a massive pair of leathery balls topped with a caged cock swaying between the captive's thick thighs, dripping with sexual fluids despite its forced flaccidity.

What sort of place was this? Luca felt as if he should call the cops, but the thin trails of drool down the bull's chin drew him closer, and his pants tightened. Something about the desperate gagging groans twisted the human's stomach into knots, and he reached out his hand to feel over the bulge in the bull's throat, his hand growing slick with dripping saliva. How was he taking that massive toy without more of a fuss?

Blue eyes closed at Luca's touch, and Honey softly leaned into his caress, seemingly desperate for companionship. The bull's legs shook while Luca's hands roamed over his face, and Luca could see a drip of something gooey and clear slip from the poor beast's caged cock. Luca could tell why the beast was named Honey. He was a sweet, well-behaved cow. Perhaps he even enjoyed being used like this?

Thoughts of reporting the farm's unethical practices fled Luca's head, and he searched the room for the machines' controls. Thankfully the shiny dials were clearly labeled. "Anal," "Oral," and "Milk." They were all set to 'medium.' Luca's cock jumped as his fingers twitched over the anal dial. Smirking lustily, he turned it far to the right, listening to muffled bellows from the cow's plugged mouth. The toy in his ass was a blur, and his pink hole was desperately clinging to it with each withdrawal, sticky lube drooling from the aggressive penetration with each shove. The bull's bound body shuddered, and his noises became more desperate until Luca saw a fat glob of cream roll from his unattended cock. The human relented when the cow's eyes started to roll back in his head and moved his hand to the oral dial after turning the anal dial to its minimum.

Again he cranked the settings, watching as the bull's chest heaved with slurping gags. Saliva bubbled from his nose, and thick, slimy drool dripped down to the hay underneath him, his bellows strangled and wet. Luca left the cow to struggle on the toy while he shed his pants, stopping the machine when the dairy cow's pretty eyes clenched closed. Instantly he regretted his experimentation, and he vowed to make it up to the poor creature after his shaft was satisfied.

The messy throatfuck had Luca's above-average cock throbbing in the summer air, and he took his place in front of the panting bull, rubbing his drool-covered cheek with a gentle hand while he slipped the offending toy from the beastman's slackened throat. The toy resembled a horse's cock, and as it slipped past the bull's lips, Luca noticed that it was nearly two feet long. Whoever designed this fuckmachine was one hell of a sadist. Still, Luca couldn't deny that the result was deliciously perfect. Swollen, soft lips dripping with slimy drool and the entire expanse of the beastman's neck dripped with the lewd fluids, the space between his prodigious pecs glistening in the soft barn light.

Impossibly slick lips teased at Luca's cock, and he shuddered, slowly thrusting into the limp beastman's panting muzzle. Almost immediately, his mouth closed, and Luca had a moment of panic, thinking he would bite. Despite the danger, the heat closing around his shaft made his hips thrust forward, desperate for more of the delicious feeling.

Instead, however, gentle suction graced his cock, and a pillowy tongue caressed the underside of his shaft. Those glazed sky blue eyes looked up at Luca with vacuous acceptance, and as he began to thrust, the bull gagged on his cock, but obediently lapped at it, slipping the dripping muscle out to roll along the human's balls. Each gentle push rolled those swollen lips along Luca's shaft, and he shuddered at the pleasantly sloppy sensation. Why was this beastman better at giving head than Luca's exes?

Luca slid his cock from those drooling lips, gently tapping it against the bovine's messy muzzle and luxuriating in the soft mouthing his shaft received. The bull's desperation for his member was adorable. It had been a long time since Luca felt this desired, and his stomach coiled into aroused knots in anticipation of what was to come.

Well trained and obedient, Honey tried desperately to regain that slippery cock's attention, his licks only coating Luca's pubic hair with a slickening coat of desperate drool. Soft, mooing groans begged for cock until Luca slid home in the bull's throat, gagging him on his shaft. Suckling at the human member seemed to calm him, and he resisted every attempt to pull back, his neck craning to keep that cock buried deep. Such a hungry boy. Luca wouldn't disappoint him.

The human only lasted a few seconds within that talented bovine muzzle before he slammed his balls into the bull's messy chin, his hands taking hold of Honey's dulled horns. Thick, pent-up ropes of cum shot deep into the bull's sucking maw, and Honey's eyes brightened slightly as the taste hit his tongue, cradling the fountaining head in slick luxury. Luca gently ground against those perfect lips while the last few drops were coaxed from his tip until his cock's sensitivity forced him to draw himself back from the cow's insistent suction.

Luca spread new straw under the panting bull, stepping out of his pants to let his slimy groin free in the warm air. He was alone on the farm, so he should enjoy himself. Honey's eyes followed each sway of his cock, and the human teased the poor creature by rubbing it against his cheek, out of reach of that questing tongue. "You're just a big lovebug, aren't you?" he cooed, rubbing his hand over the cow's cheek. Such a well-trained cow didn't need to be tied down.

Releasing the bull's bonds, Luca let him stand, gently guiding his ruined rear entrance off the deep delving fuck machine and sliding the milking tubes from his pecs. The bull leaned against him in thanks, licking the side of his face, and he almost felt bad for his earlier experimentation. Thankfully the bull seemed no worse for the wear, and he waited patiently for his new master's instructions, licking his lips to lap up any remnants of Luca's orgasm.

Gathering his packet of papers as he gently petted over the docile cow's dripping chest, he flipped to the next page. Again, the instructions were simple. "Keep the cow clean." Perhaps one of the other stalls would show him how he should do so? He hadn't seen names on the other doors, so maybe they contained equipment. Either way, the cow's matted mane, and slime-coated chest needed care.

Honey was easy enough to lead from his stall. He waited patiently behind Luca while he swung the door open, plodding placidly into the room and settling into a sturdy tilted chair in the room's center. The chair pushed his ass out, showing off that swollen pink hole, and had a modestly padded front to cradle his head. A drain in the floor beneath the chair let Luca know he was in the right place.

The bull rested, his ass on display and his nipples dripping to the tiled floor, while Luca explored. Sitting in the corner of the room, a stainless steel table on wheels held two phallically shaped silicone anal plugs, one with holes in its tip, a massive bottle labeled "medical-grade lubricant," another labeled "fur shampoo," and several brushes of varying softness. A coiled hose beneath the table seemed to be the only water source in the room, and he followed it to a simple valve. Turning the valve sent ice-cold water through the hose. Luca winced at its chill. Whoever designed this place was borderline cruel.

Luca took the shampoo first. If he was going to have to bathe the cow in that hellishly cold spray, the least he could do was lather him up before he subjected him to its chilly fingers. Starting with the bull's unkempt mane, he gently combed through its knotted fur. The old caretaker didn't care enough to take care of the poor, mistreated bull, judging by the massive tangles that his gentle fingers worked their way through. It was a shame. Honey's hair would have been magnificent with the proper care, judging by its softness against Luca's fingers. Luca wondered if he could use conditioner on the bull's mane. A happier cow had to be better for the business, right?

Luca straddled the bull's rear to spread soap over his back, stripping off his shirt to keep it dry. That pink pucker seemed to call to him, and he slotted his cock against it to slowly grind while he worked. Impossibly soft and welcoming, that silky pink hole tried to coax him inside, but his cock didn't take the bait. Instead, he reveled in the bull's squirming and gentle attempts to fuck himself on the human's cock. Such a needy boy he was.

Honey's back foamed with soap, and when Luca couldn't see any fur through the bubbles, he slid from his perch. The cow grumbled, turning his head to peek at Luca's nude body, but stayed in place, wiggling softly to grind his caged cock against the seat under him. His glazed eyes had brightened significantly under Luca's care, and he seemed more aware of his surroundings. It was amazing what a little compassion could do.

Next was the bull's rump. Gentle hands massaged the rounded globes, and Luca marveled at the soft bounce under his fingers. He pressed his fingers into the bull's glutes, and the glorious cheek swallowed his fingers in extravagance, sending a fresh surge of hardness to his bouncing cock. Unable to resist, he slipped his cock back against that sweet pink hole, and while he massaged that perky rear, he squished into that slippery hole.

Honey's entrance swallowed him to the base with almost no resistance, and the bull let out a low moo, his hole massaging the human's cock with rippling clenches. Squirming stopped, and he gripped the chair's surface with both hands as if to beg to be fucked. The bull made most bottoms look like amateurs, and Luca couldn't resist his beastly charms.

Balls slapping against that big, jiggling ass, Luca let himself go, delighting in the gooey, loose grip that stroked his cock. He could be as rough as he wanted with the sturdy bull, knowing he wouldn't hurt him based on the size of the fuck machine that slid from his hole. Even more perversely, the cow's prostate seemed to be several times larger than most males', and it was as if he were pushing his cockhead against a big, pillowy cushion that drew loud bellows from his bovine lover.

When Luca's release bubbled out into the bovine's accepting hole, Honey pushed his ass back, and Luca could feel his attempts to clamp down, though his gaping hole couldn't quite close completely. The sight of the bovine working so hard to please him made Luca's heartbeat thump in his chest, and he gave those soapy cheeks a soft stroke as he withdrew his cock from that welcoming hole, a slow trickle of seed rolling down from its rim to drip from Honey's balls.

"Time to turn over, Honey." Luca softly slapped the bovine's rump to get his attention and stroked the bull's chest when he followed instructions, spreading foam over those leaking pecs with gentle circular motions. Like the rest of him, the bull's pecs were wonderfully plush, and though there was a layer of firmness, they bounced and squished against Luca's fingers. Honey could put a pair of stripper tits to shame with his perky pecs.

The closer he got to Honey's leaking nipples, the more the bull squirmed, and as his fingers rolled over the tender nubs, a high-pitched groan let the muscular bull's throat. Luca squeezed and pinched them, milking more of the drooling milk from the bull's pillowy pecs until Honey's caged shaft fountained with submissive desire, coating his stomach in a thick layer of bull cream, mixing with the foaming soap.

Luca relented in his teasing after the bull's eruption, focusing more intently on cleaning him. There was just one problem. The bull's cage prevented him from cleaning beneath its heavy metal exterior, and from the smell drifting up, the poor boy's cock was quite ripe. Worst still, in place of a lock, the cage seemed to be welded shut, and judging by the raw spots near the weld, the heat was applied without any care for the bull's safety.

Eyes scanned the room for a solution, lighting on a massive pair of bolt cutters. Bringing them over to the bull, he gently petted Honey's leg. "Hold very still, now. I don't want to cut you." Luca slotted the cutters against the welded metal, careful not to pinch any of Honey's skin between the wickedly sharp blades, and heaved with all his strength until the cage's metal gave way. The barbaric device fell away, revealing the bull's soft, filth-coated manhood, and Luca clicked his tongue at the bruising around the poor creature's member. What the hell was wrong with the owners of this place?

Strong arms squished Luca against the bovine's chest in a bone-crushingly tight hug, and he gently patted the affectionate cow. The poor thing must feel so much better now. When he managed to pull himself free, those pretty blue eyes stared at him with endless affection, and the cow seemed unable to keep his hands from touching Luca, his large hand loosely gripping Luca's arm as if afraid that he'd leave him.

"It's alright, sweet boy, I'm not going anywhere. Just need to finish cleaning you up." Luca tried his best to soothe the beast while he slipped tender, soap-covered hands over the bull's dirty shaft. Built-up sweat, old cum, and dead skin flaked from the bull's stiffening member, but Luca's fingers finished cleaning, and the massive member shined, pulsing and drooling. Tempting as it was to bring the bull to orgasm, the purple bruises along his shaft and the gentle winces Honey gave as his fingers grazed them removed any thoughts of lewd behavior. Milking the bull's endowment could wait until it had time to heal.

With the inclusion of Honey's cock, every inch of the bull glistened with a thick layer of foaming shampoo, and Luca took hold of the hose, turning it on at barely a trickle and smiling apologetically to the bull. "Sorry. sweety, this will be a bit cold, but you'll feel so much better when all that grime washes away."

Hands worked their hardest to clean the grimy bubbles from the bull's fur, attempting to keep the touch of the cold water to a minimum. The bull still squirmed with his eyes clenched closed as the water found his most sensitive areas, and his massive shaft retreated into a cute little shriveled package, his balls drawing up further towards him.

Finally, Honey was clean, though he was shivering and dripping wet. Luca coaxed the bull to his feet, remembering the bright sunshine he'd felt on the way in, and took the bull's hand, guiding him towards the barn's exit. He could air-dry outside in the warm sun rather than cooped up in this drafty barn.

Honey balked at the exit, shaking his head and cringing away as if Luca would hit him. Yet another abuse to add to the long list of his last caretaker's sins. Luca's blood boiled, and he threw aside his packet of instructions. He would wing it rather than rely on that asshole. "Hey, hey. It's okay, Honey. See, I'm not going to hurt you." He soothed the bovine with a patient, coaxing tone and gripped the bull's trembling hand, leading him into the sunlight.

Honey shook and cringed back when the light first reached his fur, but as he stepped fully into the sun, his heavy footsteps kicking up a bit of dust, he closed his eyes. Standing there in the breeze, possibly for the first time, he soaked up the warmth like a cat on a windowsill, and his trembling slowed, then stopped. His hand softly squeezed Luca's as if in thanks, and when he opened his eyes, tears streamed down his cheeks, further activating Luca's nurturing side.

Any thoughts of treating the bull as livestock completely faded from Luca's mind with the moving expression on Honey's face, and he gave the bull's arm a gentle tug, leading him towards the house. He didn't care if he lost his job for it. Honey would live with him in a decent home instead of that dystopian nightmare in the barn. If he still milked Honey each day, who would care?

Confusion wrote itself across the bull's face when they reached the door to the house, and he shrank away as Luca tried to lead him inside, but a patient smile and a few caresses of the bull's cheek coaxed him past the threshold. He shivered in the air conditioning, and his wide eyes focused on the comfortable couch in front of the widescreen tv. After the barely padded furniture in the barn, the soft cushions were probably more comfortable than the poor cow had ever seen.

"That's my sweet boy. C'mere." Luca led the cow to the sofa and guided him to his side on the comfortable couch, stroking the cow's cheek. For someone so bulky, he was adorable, and Luca felt his heart melting at the unabashed affection the bull showed.

Sleepy eyes stared up at him, and the bull yawned softly, dragging Luca's nude body into a warm embrace with those big velvety hands. Before Luca could fully sit down, the bull's plush lips pulled his entire package into that drooling mouth. He leaned his head back to revel in the unique sensation, the bull slowly rolling his tongue over every inch of Luca's endowment, cradling his balls in slick heat.

There was no desperation in that sleepy suckle, only affectionate, grateful need, and Luca loved every second of the warm embrace. That tongue worked him like no other ever could, slowly rolling along the underside and seeking out the spots that pulsed a fresh wave of arousal through his shaft. The gentle stimulation allowed no rush, and Luca's orgasm slowly built, rather than approaching fast and hard.

Honey lost consciousness before Luca's climax, but his dutifully sucking mouth kept up its slow work, that slack tongue gently rolling with each slow, rhythmic breath. Soft sighs through the bull's nose accompanied Luca's drooling eruption, and he nuzzled deeper into Luca's lap, soothing himself with the human's package as a sort of perverted pacifier.

Soothing hands smoothed the bull's fur out of his face, and Luca felt his eyes droop as he stroked the bull's cheek. A warm fuzzy feeling radiated through his body from the bull's soft suckling, lulling him into the embrace of sleep.