The Masculine Mutant Man: Groundchuck (Patreon)

The next man on my list to meet up with and photograph was none other than Dirtbag's partner, Chuck! So I got in touch and agreed to meet him at the ranch where he works. It was about an hour drive from the city, and I couldn't help but appreciate the scenery change from concrete to open, golden fields. He met me in jeans and a plaid shirt, complemented by a cowboy hat! I couldn't help but point out the obvious, that he was in fact the truest cowboy that's probably ever lived. He smirked and gave a good-natured laugh, explaining he's already heard all the jokes in a charming southern accent. 

He led me to a secluded pasture, amid dozens of haystacks and asked if it would suffice. I assured him it would and he wasted no time in taking off his jeans and unbuttoning his shirt. My jaw must have dropped as he revealed his body, for he smirked again and flopped his impressive organ around to tease me. I reminded myself why I was there and started snapping pictures, if only for the distraction. Chuck asked while he strutted and posed what I had thought of Dirtbag, and of course I only had good things to say. In return I asked him about the metal covering a good portion of his body. He sighed and told me a surprising story of the day he and his partner were first mutated. They had been augmented and forced to work for a criminal organization at that time. But, he went on, that had been many years ago. Ever since, he and his gopher just wanted to live their lives their own way, free and uninhibited, but together.

The ranch hand grabbed a stem of wheat growing nearby and stuck it in his mouth. He gave a sideways grin and put one of his hooves up on a stump. Honestly, it was the most iconic vision of a studly working mutant I've ever seen and had to be the photo I went with for this particular project. I'm not unhappy being a dog mutant or anything, but geez, we should all be so lucky to be bulls, at least between the legs!

As we were wrapping up, and Chuck was slowly getting dressed again, I had to ask him: "When you and your guy are getting down to business, who tops?" I had seen this man soft and hard while shooting and both states were beyond impressive. He laughed at my question. "Ol' Dirtbag loves to have his paws in the ground, he's a miner as you know, but when we're in bed together, I'm the one doing the drilling." The big bull told me and winked.