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Reaper/Soldier76 – bull!Gabriel (human body with some animal features; animalistic mind); Farmhand!Jack; living cocksleeve; extreme insertion; cum inflation – It had not been Jack's original job but nowadays he is nothing but the cumbucket for the farm's bull.

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The first time had been a legitimate, albeit very embarrassing mistake. Jack had been new to the breeding business and frustrated with how difficult it had been to get the bull to mount the fake cow, and the old farmhands had been less than helpful with their lewd suggestions of how he could help the bull get… motivated.

He’d been suitably embarrassed afterwards when he’d finally found the hormones he should have used to get Gabriel going, but by that point –  hole already sore and belly still gently cramping from the unrelenting stuffing he’d received – it had already been too late.

Jack had already become addicted to the feeling of being on the receiving end of their prized bull’s attention.

Of course it had not taken long until someone had found out, and while the humiliation of the whole process had been almost enough to make Jack die on the spot, it has ultimately led to his new occupation on the farm because while his methods might be very… unorthodox, nobody could deny that he not only got the job done but also kept the usually taciturn bull in an exceptionally good mood.

“Shoulda known that he’s missing dicking down a good cunt,” his boss had laughed one of those times, slapping Jack on the shoulder and nearly making him topple with how shaky his legs were after one of those sessions.

In the beginning, Jack had thought he might not be able to even pull through with this; not knowing that everybody knows what he’s there for (milking the bull’s dick and being his whore) and having them occasionally watch as he drools on the end of Gabriel’s cock, his belly distending with the large dick, his own cock bobbing humiliatingly hard between his thighs.

All in all, however, he usually does not have enough brain power to worry about it when Gabriel trots into the breeding chamber. He is massive and jaw dropping; a gorgeous specimen if Jack has ever seen one; huge, muscular thighs and a wide, hard chest.

He wonders, sometimes, how many of Gabriel’s kids are already running around across fields of juicy grass.

Gabriel always will have been fitted with a special kind of condom beforehand; a contraption that will allow them to catch all his cum while keeping it in place with leather straps around his thighs and waist.

Gabriel can become rowdy while fucking.

Jack had been so nervous the first time; awkwardly bending down next to the fake cow; showing Gabriel the dark gash of his hole; trying to entice him while giving him an out to slip away when the bull would finally mount up on the contraption.

By now he knows how futile it is to fight anything that Gabriel has set his mind to, and he’ll just let him do his… thing.

...like mashing Jack’s face into the dirty ground while he mounts up from behind, grunt fucking his massive dick into the previously prepared warm clutch of Jack’s hole.

It is not how bulls usually tend to fuck, but he’s soon learned that Gabriel has his own ideas of how this whole business is supposed to work. He uses his hands a whole lot, for one. He is surprisingly agile with them as he manhandles Jack around, huffing his warm breath against the nape of his neck as he tries to squeeze his dick into him even before Jack can make himself properly relax.

He is not the most gentle of lays Jack has ever had, but he feels like it could be a lot worse. He is careful in his own way, probably. He’ll pause every now and then, his cock fucked deep into Jack’s guts, hot and intrusive as Jack can’t do much but clench down on it pathetically and drool into the packed dirt he’s on.

There’s a big golden ring that Gabriel’s nose has been pierced with; used to guide him when he’s especially stubborn; and it will drag across the skin between Jack’s shoulder blades whenever Gabriel humps into him with powerful, slow thrusts. 

He’s never thought he’d end up being the personal cumslut of one of the farm’s animals. It is… degrading and humiliating and so very much exciting.

He fantasizes sometimes about this not being a job; of Gabriel not having to wear the protection so Jack can turn around and jerk his massive cock off onto his face; maybe onto his tongue as he will certainly have his mouth wide open, waiting for the hot splashes of Gabriel’s potent cum…

He misses the days when it had still been a secret that he’s fucking the farm’s prized bull. When his belly would not only get fat with the load Gabriel has fucked into him, but he’d also be able to feel how hot it is; sloshing inside him and making him want to bear down on it like an animal; push it out and have it dribble hot and wet onto the ground.

These days he can only have the feeling of getting fucked until he is milked off his cum as the bull cock presses unrelentingly against his prostate and makes him dribble out an unsatisfying orgasm that he’ll rub one out to later, thinking about just how hot it is to be the cocksleeve of a farm animal…

He wouldn’t want it any other way, though; not now that he’s had a taste of how good it is to be reamed by Gabriel and have the bull stand at attention and prance for his breeding cow whenever he catches sight of Jack somewhere on the farm.

Jack is addicted to bull cock, now.