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'Bearwood Farm - this is the place.' Upon seeing the battered wooden signpost dug into the ground, Glenn pulled off of one dirt road to another, narrower one. The farm really was in the middle of nowhere - to his left and right where fields of crops and nothing more - the bull hadn't passed another car, person, or standing building in miles.

It didn't bother him much - there was better opportunity out on this isolated farm than there was back in town. He had waded through way too many minimum wage, entry level applications, just to be denied at every corner. Expanding his search outward into being a farm or ranchhand however, had proven to be fruitful.

There were a lot of people looking for help from strong, hard-workers, and Glenn was definitely one of those. One look down at his toned, brown-furred biceps and his t-shirt, fabric hinting at the outlines of a six pack, confirmed that. It also helped that the ad in question was looking for a 'young male bovine' - he couldn't have possibly fit the bill any better!

He parked his clunker alongside a wire fence just beside a pickup truck - presumably the one belonging to Wallace, the old grizzly bear that ran the farm. He stepped out, dusting himself off and patting down his unbuttoned flannel shirt.

He stood before a decently sized rustic-looking house. Behind it and to the right by about twenty yards was a large barn, surrounded by smaller sheds and littered with tools and machinery that had probably seen better days. Various sheep mulled about the field surrounding the barn, grazing on grass. On the porch of the house he noticed the grizzly bear in question. He was tall but had a somewhat portly build, evidenced by the strain in the bears overalls revealing a bit of a belly. Next to him was a feral canine - a black and white border collie.

The bear on the porch raised one hand to wave, the other holding a cigar to his grey-mustached muzzle. Glenn started off toward him.

"Good morning! You must be Wallace!" He smiled as he climbed the steps to meet the bear who tapped the ash of his cigar into a tray. The bear had a friendly demeanor about him, smiling with kind eyes and giving him a good once-over.

"And you must be the fine young man who replied to my ad in the papers, Glenn, right?" He spoke with the twang that one gets from living in the deep south. Wallace reached out one big paw, and the bull shook it in return. The bear held the shake for a little too long, clasping the bulls wrist with his other hand. He stared brazenly at his muscular arm, eyes following the limb over to his chest muscles, and then further down...

"Yep, that's me!" He tugged his hands away from the bear enough for him to get the hint, and he let go immediately. 'I'll just brush that off as simple appreciation...'

"Sorry son, I've just been dyin' for someone with stamina around here! See, I can just about do a days worth of work, but it just takes me out by the end of the day! I've been trying to work out, but I think you can see how well that's gone..." He patted the chub on his tummy, jiggling it up and down as he laughed.

"Well, that's what me and these muscles are here for, haha." The bear nodded in response, taking a drag of his cigar. The bull leaned against a wooden pillar, watching the grizzly exhale in the morning sun. It was rather cool outside, but that didn't seem to bother the bear who only seemed to be clad in the denim overalls and nothing more.

"Alright! Well, you go grab your bags and leave 'em on the porch, and I can show you around." The bear sounded excited to get down to business, and Glenn couldn't complain about that. He took a few duffel bags from his trunk and set them on a hanging bench outside the screen door. Wallace took the bull on a

rather extensive tour of the farm. Wallace had the bovine get right into it, showing him how to tend to the animals during the morning and afternoon and what things needed to be done every morning. They went through each job carefully, teaching the bull the basics of what it meant to be a farmhand. At some point with the sun still in the sky, they stopped for a late lunch. The bear had cobbled together some ham sandwiches and a large salad that they both ate on the front porch with gusto. Afterwards, there was only one place left that Glenn hadn't seen.

"Of course, I'll probably be around if you have any questions 'bout anythin, so don't fret too much." He was walking them to the barn now, pulling the doors open with an exaggerated motion.

"And this is where the sheep go, yep?" The bear flicked a switch and a few fluorescent bulbs helped the natural light, making it easier to see all the stalls. There were a good amount, and then in the back right corner an area sectioned off by higher wooden walls, a storage area, the bull assumed.

"Yep. Make sure their water trough is filled once a day, and yes, you will likely be cleaning them up daily." He laughed a bit. "Last guy came through here didn't like that much."

"Well, I figured it'd be part of working in a barn."

Wallace laughed nervously. "Ya got that right!" He made sure to look Glenn in the eyes. "Workin' in a barn...and livin' in one too."

Glenn didn't catch the meaning at first. "He lived in the barn?"

"Yep, like you will be!"

Glenn furrowed his brow. There was a perfectly fine mid-sized house not 100 yards away, and this man was gonna make him sleep in the barn?

"Pardon me, but that seems ridiculous."

"Look, Glenn. I've got a rather good reason for all this." He clasped his hands together, seemingly antsy with the whole situation.

"Well, I'd like to hear it."

"Look, do you really think you'd make that paycheck as a farmhand at a place like this?" Glenn didn't really take too much notice of what the other postings said - he just noticed that this one had a bigger number than most of the other ones and he happened to fit the description of what Wallace wanted to a tee.

"Uh...is that not...standard?"

"No son, that pay isn't nowhere near standard. C'mere." They walked toward the back of the barn toward the sectioned off area. Wallace pushed a wooden door open and urged the bull to look inside.

"Whaaaat is this bullshit?" In the center of the room was what appeared to be a padded sawhorse adorned with various leather straps. Surrounding it was various machinery that he had an inkling was for collecting various bodily fluids. In the corner was a padded chair also loaded with restraints, and surrounded by more similar gadgets. In the opposite corner was a straw mattress with various blankets and pillows strewn about.

"That's the reason for your extra pay. Only way this place stays afloat is uh, anthro-bovine products, and I think you would be a great fit, Glenn." There it was - this bear was a little more than just an average farmer. Looking at the scene before him, Glenn took a deep breath. Wallace didn't seem to have any ill will, treating this as just a normal, daily thing to deal with. He had gone from not nervous at all to rather perturbed...But it was such a good paycheck. He should just ask a few questions to get a better handle on what would be happening here...

"Where exactly does this fit in with my daily routine?"

"Well it'll vary, but whenever you're in the barn aside from sleeping you'll be milked for your semen, and in the afternoons you'll be milked for your, uh, milk, as well!" The ursine said it with a nonchalance that confounded Glenn. How could he talk about that with a straight face.

"I'll be honest, this is all seeming kind of like a big kink thing."

"Oh, it's totally a kink thing." That took him aback. "Son, I'm already milkin' another fully grown man. I might as well go hog-wild as to how I want it done." He...he really couldn't counter that.

The bear continued, walking into the room and leaning on the sawhorse. " But I won't bother you in anyway you don't like...You just have to adhere to the basic rules. You will be bound for a good while during the day, and you do have to sleep in the barn. You also can't stop milking for the day until you've reached your quota. Oh, and I'd like it if you wore those during the day."

He gestured to some clothing hanging on a wall - a chest harness, a bridle, and some tight looking leather chaps. The bulls eyes bulged - it seemed like he was to be eye candy as much as he was to be the help!

Glenn tried not to stammer over his words. "I...huh. And if I say no?"

The bear grew a slightly hurt expression. "I'm not forcin' ya to be here, am I? I'll figure somethin' else out. It's not too hard to find someone willing to get paid to be milked every day. I really do need the help around the property, though..."

Glenn looked around the room, deep in thought. "Every day?"

"Well, Sunday's a day of rest of course." Six days a week, seven days a week, either way it was for three months straight at minimum. Was he really willing to give himself up in that way, used for product?

Wallace chimed in. "I'll take good care of ya! Treat ya with respect just like all the other livestock."

"Please don't refer to me as livestock." He put his arms around his chest, hugging himself. 'Is it really worth it? It sounds like I wouldn't even be doing work during the day so much as being...milked...' His eyes travelled back to the machines and the gear on the wall and the straw mattress in the corner. It'd be as if he was just livestock...He gulped. He didn't find that hot, right?

"Fine. Fine, you win. There ain't no other jobs back home for me anyway."

"Well don't look so dour...We've got enough of the work done for the day that I think we can set ya' up on the milker right now! Trust me boy, you'll change your tune real quick."

"Right now!?" Glenn didn't mean to shout, but they had been working for the past few hours and the bull worked up quite a sweat. "Uh, should I like, take a shower first?"

The bear stepped forward, getting rather close to the bull. He leaned down a bit, placing his snout directly in front of the bovines armpit, and inhaled. "Well, I think you smell just fine, son. I'll give you a nice scrubbin' down before bed, alright?"

Glenn took off his flannel. Maybe having this old bear fawning over him all day wouldn't be such a bad thing, even if it did weird him out a bit at first. "Yeah, you smell real nice, Glenn. Don't worry 'bout that one bit." The bear put his hands underneath the bulls flimsy T-shirt, lifting it upwards and feeling him up at the same time. His hands rested over Glenn's pecs, giving them a firm squeeze.

"Hands up." He lifted his arms above his head, letting the bear pull the t-shirt over his horns, then put them back down, the shirt thrown off to the side without a second thought. Fingers continued to run over his chest, giving his nipples a good pinch and tug. Glenn had to hold back a grunt. "Yeah, you're gonna do great here." He said it with a sly smile, then looked at the bulls lower half with anticipation.

'Here goes nothing...' It had been awhile since he had willingly shown off for another male, and that was someone his age, and they were also both a little tipsy. But with little trepidation he unbuckled the belt on his jeans and pulled them down, revealing toned legs and, as he turned to the side, a pair of thick glutes. He flicked his tail flirtily, turning back to show off the bulge in his sweaty, cotton jockstrap.

The grizzly closed the gap between them once more, his paw headed straight for the bulge, gripping his soft, thick shaft through the cotton. "Sizeable..." He pulled the cotton over to examine the bulls length, getting very up close and personal. The bear gave it a good sniff, his wet nose pressing up against the bulls hanging pair of orbs. He gave them a long lick, traveling all the way back to the tip of the bulls slowly growing rod.

Glenn coudn't hold back a moan at that. "Girthy, too..." He stood back up and took the bull by the wrist, leading him to the wall by the chair. He picked up something from a shelf while the bull wasn't looking. "Bend over."

He put his hands on the wall, feeling rather vulnerable with his rump sticking out - 'Oh!' A wet, slippery sensation was felt around his hole - the bear was lubing him up! "Now, it's been some time since I've had anything up there..."

"Ah, don't you worry, it ain't nothin' too big." He felt a finger slip into his behind, pushing all the way in, then out. Now a second one, the two thick digits curling, rubbing up against his prostate. Another moan came out, louder and awfully close to a 'moo.' "Haha, don't get too excited yet!" The next thing stuffed in him seemed to be a dildo, smooth and wide. It left him feeling full, something he hadn't felt back there in ages.

"Alright bull, take a seat." Glenn wordlessly stepped over to the chair and took a seat. It was actually pretty comfortable, covered in comfortable leather cushions. It was the leather straps that gave him pause - they were all over the chair, and the grizzly didn't waste any time strapping him in. There was one around his wrists, and another for his elbows. One around his chest as well. Before the ones around his legs and ankles were strapped, Wallace slipped off the bulls jockstrap and stuffed it in his own pocket.

Next, the table with the various machines were moved closer to him. The cock milker went on first, his length fitting rather snugly in the rubber lining. He tried to shift around in the chair, but the straps had been applied rather tightly, and all could do was move his head around -

"Oh! Almost forgot..." The bear dug around the drawers looking for one final touch for the bulls attire. "Here!" A black collar with a cowbell on the end was placed around his neck, unofficially making the bull property of Warren. "Oh, you look so cute with that on!"

Glenn blushed. As much as he didn't want to play right into the old bears fetishes, he felt a strange warmth when the grizzly called him 'cute'. He never really thought of himself as such, and to even be considered it was a whole new world for Glenn. 'I'm...cute?' He moved his neck around to get the bell to shake, cracking a little smile.

Next came two smaller suction-cup milkers, attached to each of his nipples with a pop, placed there by the suction alone. "Alright boy, have you ever had your nipples milked for all their worth?"

"I haven't had them milked, period, sir."

"Well I'll be glad to pop your cherry, son."

All at once, both nipple milkers produced a suction on his chest that he'd never felt before. At the same time, the cock milker sprung to life. It started off slowly, giving the bovine more of a tease than anything else. It was the pulsating suction on his nipples that was quickly becoming a favorable feeling. "Hahh, hahh...Oh God, this is somethin' else..." He tapped his fingers against the wood part of the armrest, digging his hands in as much as he could.

In front of him, the bear had let his overalls down. He was jerking off with one hand, the other shoving Glenn's sweaty, smelly jock right into his nostrils. With the overalls hanging around his groin, he could now see Wallace's big brown fuzzy belly, a sight that he drank in as the milkers coaxed him even harder.

"Oh, ohhhh..." He could feel it - the milk in his pecs being drawn out by the suction. It was a unique sensation, stressing out that part of his body and working his pecs for all they were worth. In tandem with the device massaging his cock, it was an onslaught of pleasurable feeling.

He watched as his own milk trickled from a tube into a container on the side table aptly labelled 'milk'. Next to it was the one for his semen, which was also doing a pretty hearty job. The cock milker was picking up speed, his erection now almost at full mast. He shifted in his bonds, trying to hump into the milker. He could hardly lift his hips up with all the restraints.

"Bull, open your mouth." He complied, letting the bear put his fingers inside the bovines maw, placing two pills on his tongue."Now swallow." He did so, curious as to what the bear had just fed him.

"Don't worry, they're only to help with production." He stepped back as the bull started breathing faster. The milker around his shaft was sending him closer and closer to the edge, and his face started to feel hot...Was that the pills he was given? He looked down again at the tubes moving his own milk from his breast...

He knew males could lactate, but at this rate? His nipples were a sensitive feature of his, and the suction was as painful as it was pleasurable. Between that and the sensations rolling over his dick, he started to tremble, rattling the bonds that kept him to the chair. The grizzly bear was now furiously pounding his own meat, his jockstrap resting lazily over Wallace's muzzle.

"Gah, ahhh... Oh, fuck...Fuck!" His breathing grew rapid and his profanity multiplied, the sensations in his chest and loins overlapping. The cock milker pulsed at a steady rate, but his struggling grew harder, his muscles jerking as the pleasure finally came. A warm, pleasurable feeling focused in his cock, which strangely complemented his sore and stressed out nipples. "Fuck! Ahhhhh, ahhh!" Wave after wave of cum spilled from his dick, all sent through a tube and into a large two gallon sized clear container. His head exploded with pleasure as he was milked for everything it had. The orgasm felt like it lasted longer than his usual ones - no doubt because of the pills he had just ingested.

"Haa, haa, haa..." It went on for a solid 45 seconds, the ropes turning into dribbles as his orgasm ran out of steam. The milkers, however, just kept pumping. "OK, OK, turn it off." He looked over at the bear just in time to see him spill his own seed all over himself, pressing that same jockstrap into his nose. The grizzly was making direct eye contact with the bull as he squirmed about, quickly becoming uncomfortable at the relentlessness of the machinery. "Please, slow it down!" He watched with fascination as the bear let off his own respectably sized load all over his own belly and chest.

"Hahaha, turn it off?" He took the jockstrap from his face and used it as his own cumrag, wiping off everything with the pouch. "Son, this is part of the job! See that container there? I need it filled with 2 gallons every day. Now I'll let you off easy since we started so late now - it'll just be 1 gallon by tonight, alright?"

The bear might as well have been speaking complete gibberish, because all Glenn was doing was pleading with him to stop. He tried to rattle the chair with his whole body, but it was no good! He was stuck underneath the three tubes sucking on his nipples and fat cock, all massaging, pulsing, sucking him dry. "Please, Wallace -" He was quickly silenced by something rank shoved into his mouth - it was his own jock, coated in grizzly cum!

"Like I said son, ya gotta fill it up, alright?" He procured a ball gag from behind his back and quickly strapped it around the bulls muzzle, ensuring that the dirty jock stayed inside of his mouth.

"Mmpph, mpphh!" He really struggled now, the bell hanging from his collar clinging and clanging. He pounded his fists, trying to tell the bear with his eyes that he was done with this whole scene. But the bear only gave another smile.

"Remember, only half-way today. You can do that, no problem!" He patted the grunting bull on the shoulder, and then caressed his cheek. "Well, I have a few things I'll be taking care of myself. I'll be back when thats as full as I need it."

"Mmmppph!!!" Glenn would've been fuming if his dick wasn't already feeling overexerted. Instead, he just continued to whine and groan from behind his gag. Just before the bear left though, he popped his head back in. "I almost forgot!" He grabbed a small grey remote and pressed a button. All of a sudden the dildo that had been up his tailhole vibrated to life!

The pressure on his nipples, the unyielding stroking around his shaft, and now the vibrations of the toy hitting his prostate, was all too much. His muscles went slack and he cried out, a muffled moo heard by no one but himself. When he had agreed to be milked, he didn't think it would be this intense, and for such a long time...How could he possibly fill up that container by sundown?

Through the soreness around his private parts, the first inklings of pleasure returned, aided by the vibrations up against his prostate. The bear had left the room and now the barn, as evidenced by the lights going off and the barn door being shut. The only light that came in was through a shuttered window, and everything was bathed in a layer of shadows. The only noises came from the things attached to his body - the schlick of the contraption around his once again erect meat, and the low continuous buzz from in-between his ass cheeks. Whenever he jerked his head about, he could hear the little bell around his neck ring, too.

Glenn felt duped. That grizzly was using him as just another piece of livestock in his farm, used for product and labor! 'Well, I guess I signed up for the labor part...But not this!' He moaned again, the taste of his own salty, sweaty jock mixed in with the farmer bears seed. A pungent mixture that he tried to spit out, only to be stopped by the tight, red ball gag stuffed in his maw.

Minutes passed and the feeling of pleasure slowly took over his loins. He took a look at the containers to his right, his breasts were producing a slow but continuous stream of actual milk, while the other container with his jizz remained almost empty...but he felt like that was about to change.

'Its only been...ten minutes?' He couldn't really keep track of time in his position, but the fact that he was already on the verge of orgasm once more was confounding. 'Must've been one of those pills!'

He squirmed in the chair, moving the dildo buzzing against his prostate in just the right spot so that...

''Mmmmgggpphh!" All he could do was let out a stifled yell as he felt waves of pleasure wash over him from the inside. He grunted and groaned to no one but himself, practically howling from behind his musky gag. He watched in horrid fascination as another stream of jizz was moved from his cock to the container, filling it up just a little bit more.

'Oh God, this is going to take hours!' He started to tear up at the thought of his poor sensitive cock, and how it was going to feel like this almost every day. He let out a loud groan for no one else to hear, fists clenching and unclenching, his body overtaken by the excitement, the pressure on his chest, the suction on his cock, all of it. He would be stuck here until that farmer bear decided otherwise...And with that thought, he slowly lost track of time, losing his mind to the pains and pleasures, the overstimulation driving him delirious.

He didn't know when he heard the barn doors open back up, but it must have been hours because the sunlight had begun to leave the window, the shadows growing darker and making it harder to see. He did hear the 'baaa''s of sheep filtering in, the sound of a barking dog - likely the border collie he had seen on the way in. He cried out, hoping that the bear would finally hear him and turn the cursed machines off, but the lights remained out as more sheep sounds filled the barn. He felt weird actually being alongside farm animals now, but being cordoned off and not able to see them eased some of the strangeness.

Suddenly, the dim overhead lights sprung to life and he heard heavy footfalls getting closer and closer. As the door creaked open he lifted his head and whined. Drool had been dripping from his muzzle, all over his chest and onto his legs as well. The bear stood there in the doorway in the same overalls from earlier, barefoot on the dirt.

"Well, looks like you've been productive!" He said it with a grin as the bull continued to plead behind the gag, simply ignoring Glenn and walking over to the two containers. "Wow. I didn't actually think you'd fill this thing up halfway, but you've gone over the mark!" He tapped the container containing his semen with a few fingers, drawing closer to the bovine who was still huffing. "Oh, do you want me to turn it off?" His grin grew wider - this asshole knew exactly what he was doing.

'Mmmrreasee!' He yelled as coherently as he possibly could. The bear walked over to the machines, looking longingly at the tired, physically stressed bull, and then flipped a few switches. That finally stopped the suction on his body parts, and soon after the toy in his behind stopped vibrating. The bear stepped forward and undid the ball gag, and once it was out of his mouth he spit out the used, drenched jockstrap, landing on his legs.

"You. Are. Evil. You're an evil man." There was a hint of playfulness behind the bulls accusation, but he was still upset at being thrust into a milking session for...

"How long have I been hooked up to this thing?"

The bear checked his wristwatch. "About 3 and a half hours. Figured I'd give you dinner." Set on a rickety looking coffee table was what appeared to be a big bowl of soup. He stared at the bull curiously, eyeing him up and down. "I let you outta this, you gonna scram?"

"...Naw, at least not without dinner." He was quickly unstrapped, breathing in sharply as his dick finally received some fresh air, unburdened by stroking and pulsing. He stood up shakily, stretching his arms and legs out. The features that he was milked for would probably be sore for quite a while... For now though, he was hungry, and the bear had made a hearty looking soup.

He sat down cross-legged, and then the bear did the same across from him. He lifted a spoonful of the soup to his lips, blowing on it gently to cool it off, then slurped it up. It was good.

"Glenn, you seem a little upset."

The bull glowered. "You pervert, you just threw me into that thing for over three hours! Of course I'm upset!"

"Did the pills help?"

"I-uh, yeah, but that's not the point!"

"Look, the first session is always a little rough around the edges. But it was pleasurable, right?"

"Yeah, it was extremely so! But I could've done with a little warning before you left me all alone for three hours!" He paused for a moment, then laughed. This whole situation had been crazy, but now here he was nude, drinking soup off of a coffee table with a farmer whose words were way too kind for his actions.

They talked for a bit as they ate. Glenn assured Wallace that as initially skeeved out as he seemed, he wouldn't be leaving in the middle of the night. In turn, Wallace reminded him that he wasn't an actual slave, and was free to quit the gig at any time he like - but it was an all or nothing job.

Maybe it was being done with three straight hours of being milked, but he found himself surprisingly comfortable with the dining arrangement. Once he had emptied out his bowl of soup, the grizzly rose from the ground and beckoned the bull to one corner of the area, where a shower head rested at the end of a hose.

"Well, you've had a very busy day, son." He took the bull by the wrist and stood him in front of the wall. "How about we hose ya down before you head to sleep?" The showerhead turned on and was promptly aimed at the bovine's midsection. It was a gentle stream of water, poured on him from all sides. After he was sufficiently wet, the grizzly grabbed a soapy sponge and placed it on his back, his other hand resting in between his pecs.

"You know farmer Wallace, I can wash myself..." The old ursine's eagerness to scrub him down was admirable.

"Oh, but you've been hard at work all day. It's the least I could do for such a handsome bull..." The sponge moved downward in circles, slowly approaching his buttocks while the finger between his pecs slid downward and ran over his six-pack. His muscles glistened between the water and the soap, and the old bear sighed.

"Looks like I've still got the hard work of being eye candy." The grizzly's free paw reached around to grope his other cheek. Glenn blushed as the bear pressed up closer, his overalls up against the bulls bare fur.

"Oh, your clothes are gonna get all wet..." The bear didn't respond to that, instead reaching up and giving him a rather tender kiss on the cheek.

"Hush up, bull." The sponge came around to his front and he did as the bear said, just letting the relaxing sensation of being washed down take hold. He was gentle when he came around to the bulls nipples. He huffed anyways, the pair still sore from previous events. He was the same way when he reached down to the bull's package, only scrubbing his crotch and letting the bull wash that part himself - 'How thoughtful'.

Once he was appropriately sudsy, the grizzly washed him down again and dried him off, keeping both hands busy for most of the time. He handed the bull a towel.

"Alright son, you're all set for the night. I brought yer bags in, not that you'll be needin' much of them clothes. You get some rest now, be ready in the morning."

The bear left the barn and turned out the lights, leaving Glenn to ruminate on how strange a turn the day had taken. With only moonlight to help him see, he shuffled over to the straw mattress and slowly laid down. It was actually more comfortable than he was expecting, probably because there were so many blankets piled on top of it. He got under the thickest one and promptly passed out to the sound of bleating sheep and chirping crickets.

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He awoke early to the sound of the barn doors opening. The sun had only just started to rise, and he awoke to a rather chilly room - under the blankets, however, it was much warmer. He wanted to stay asleep, but then a voice called out above the bleating sheep.

"Rise and shine, bull!"

'Right. Shit.' He had almost forgotten about yesterdays events, but now he could definitely feel the straw poking through the blankets, and the smell was undeniably that of a barn. With little hesitation, he threw the blankets up and stood in the chilly morning air, completely nude. He lifted his arms above his head and stretched, cracking his joints and yawning. The bear stood in the doorway, grinning just a bit deviously.

"Well, you put on your gear and I'll show you the morning routine." He rubbed his eyes blearily, eyes moving toward the revealing leather attire he was expected to wear. The chest harness, the bridle, the tight shorts...

In just a few short minutes the bull found himself scantily clad in nothing but leather that hugged his skin. The way it sounded as he pulled on a pair of fingerless gloves, the way it strained against his pecs when he flexed, how the bridle hugged his head...It was all rather pleasant, even if it was still a little too mild to be just wearing shorts. That perverted farmer ogled him as though he was starving for a giant slab of meat, making no attempt to hide his stares.

Morning was when most of the work should get done. After a hearty breakfast, the bear got to showing him how certain things were tended to. Procedures and such that the bull admittedly wasn't too familiar with, so the farmer took his time explaining them. After a few hours of this and explaining some other personal projects and planned fix-ups around the farm, it was close to noon - time for the bulls first milking of the day.

"Now you've probably been wonderin' what that sawhorse is for." They were back in the bulls room, standing before the leather padded kink furniture that acted as a centerpiece.

"I think I can imagine."

"Well, there are quite a few uses for these, I reckon! But it's main purpose...Well, I'll show ya. Just get on it."

He did as he was told, trying to find the right position for it. There were small platforms for his knees and arms that put him in a position close to being on all four elbows and knees. Once he had gotten on, the bear started strapping him in. First the ankles and then the thighs. Then his floppy cock and balls were fit through a small opening in the sawhorse and some tube was put around the member to collect his semen. Then his back is strapped, as well as his arms in several places.

"So in the evening you're milked for your cum and your milk. But in the morning what you'll be given' me is your semen. Do you know they get semen from cattle?"

The bridle in his mouth made speaking awkward, so he just nodded his head no. Really, Glenn didn't actually know that much about how farms worked and he'd probably spend just as much time learning as doing.

The bear snickered and procured some metal tube with a dull pointed tip that looked like it was going up his ass. "Well son, you're about to experience it firsthand. Hehehe..." Glenn didn't like that laugh.

With little warning the bear worked on getting the tube up the bulls hole rather quick - too quick, he would even say.

"Gaaaahhhh!" He rammed it in and out, working it in further every time. In a way it was like he was being fucked - just by a big metal featureless dildo and not by an actual dick. It was cool against whatever it touched, and he could feel it hit some pretty nice spots as it drove back and forth. In just moments the bear had pushed it in as far as it would go, giving it one extra little shove.

"Holy shit!" The bull exclaimed - he didn't think the bear would be that rough.

"Son, that ain't the half of it." The bear leaned down and pet the bulls head, looking right into his eyes. "This might hurt a tad." In his hands he held a small controller with a few dials on it. Glenn watched raptly as the bear turned one of the dials a bit, and almost immediately felt a dull shock throughout the lower half of his body. It was a new sensation, but at that point it was a little enjoyable.

Of course, just as he was kind of getting into it, the bear turned the notch nearly all the way. The bulls eyes widened at that, and he started to protest. "Wait-" He didn't get far, because now the shocks were anything but dull, encompassing most of his body and starting in the pelvic area. His four limbs spasmed, losing complete control of the situation.

"AAAAHHH!" As the shock faded a little, he let out a genuine cry of distress. That was no light shock, and before it could even fade halfway, there was another jolt of electricity. His muscles spasmed again and through the pain, he could feel his prostate sending out waves of pleasure, unfortunately dwarfed by the pain from the lightning sent through his body.

"Sir, it hurts!!" It was all he could manage to say from behind his bridle before another shock rendered him unable to speak. The small waves of pleasure translated to his cock leaking a steady stream of semen that fell through a tube and emptied out into a metal bucket beneath him.

He felt a warm paw caress the back of his neck, rubbing back and forth. "You'll fill this up in no time flat, don't you worry." He couldn't do anything other than lay there, the cool leather beneath him creaking against his muscles. He definitely felt like the bear was right - through the heavy shocks he could feel his dick constantly leaking, and a very pleasurable feeling faded in and out from his nether regions in-between each jolt.

The pain however, was no joke, and he was unable to fight back tears as shocks came repeatedly, the minutes passing by like molasses. The bear hadn't left, watching the whole process closely. "Lookit that, you're almost halfway there already! What a good bull."

He gave him a few pats on the head, and all that Glenn could do was groan in response. His body wracked in the sawhorse, tremors shaking the entire piece of furniture. He looked toward the bear as best he could, face contorted in a mixture of pain, pleasure and fear. When would this end? It felt more like torture to him than anything else. Another giant shock got him to yelp, his dick leaking a continuous flow of his juices. The grizzly only crossed his arms in front of him, letting out another snicker.

He caught a glimpse of what looked to be a big plastic ear tag in the grizzly's hands. He brought it over to the bovine's ear - a quick, sharp pain radiated from it as it was pierced. "You'll be good livestock, bull. I can tell." Glenn felt his cheeks grow hot, torn between the humiliation of being called 'livestock' and the praise for being good at it. 'I - I will, I'll be good livestock-'. His thoughts were cut off by the rod up his ass sending yet another shock throughout his body. He made a garbled noise, and then cried out - he wasn't sure if it was in pain or in pleasure.