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Farm Life 12 [NSFW] (Patreon)
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Bruno, a massive red steer at least twice my height, wasn’t much for words. I didn’t think I’d ever heard him talk. He just snorted. He was leaner than the cows, his horns looked sharp, but his coat was thick and fluffy, and his big, heavy body was covered in red-brown fur.
He was at an awkward angle, standing between my legs and looking down at me. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, and he smelled strongly of hay, and grass, and fresh air. And he immediately grabbed me and pulled me away from Belle without any words.
“Sammy!” Belle cried out, leaning over the fence. “I’m sorry!”
“It’s okay!” I called back. “Bout time I got to know Bruno… um… you wouldn’t happen to have any rope, would you?”
Her figure quickly shrinking as I was pulled away, Belle looked left, right, then shrugged.
“That’s okay,” I said, my anxiety suddenly rising in my chest. “I uh… I’ll figure something out…”
Bruno pulled my up under his arm. His hot breath seared on my neck, and then his lips against my skin as he tested my ear. I gasped as his hot, hard tongue slid up along my neck. I felt like I was going to faint. I was still exhausted, I had no strength to fight back.
God, no no no wait, this is too far! I don’t want to be an animal! Where’s Darleen?
“Darlee—” I started to call into the air, but the bull just clamped my muzzle shut. We’d come around the back of the barn, well out of sight of anyone in the hills for miles. He tossed me onto my back, and I looked up to see him looming over me, his massive frame blotting out the sun.
“Don’t resist, boy,” he growled.
“No, sir,” I said. My dick, of course, had not receded the whole while. It’d been a longtime since I’d had any rough handling by a male. That part of my brain wondered why I hadn’t sought it out, and the rational part of my brain had started to work that part out: You want them to find you.
Soon after, Bruno had lifted me up by my nape, a feat even Nocturne hadn’t been strong enough to pull off. I bit my lip, hard, squeezing my eyes shut, toes curling in anticipation of the plunge.
And god, what a plunge it was, spreading my legs apart so far they instantly fizzed with numbness. I yipped ecstatically, or at least tried to as Bruno kept my muzzle clenched in his hand—but he couldn’t stop my tail from wagging in my joy. He had to have been a size and a half larger than Nocturne, and for a moment I’d felt like I’d been split in two. The sensation of his cock entering me was much different. It was like he was pushing through layers of me, and I could feel every twitch of his cock on the walls of my rectum, stretching out and molding itself around his shaft.
Oh, God, this is happening, this is actually happening! I opened my eyes wide, feeling the heat of the early autumn sun shining down upon me, and the cool breeze blowing across my back. I couldn’t help but smile as Bruno began pumping in and out of my ass, his huge, heavy balls slapping against mine, as well as my thighs and hips.
It was much slower than I would have liked, but every plunge took ages, like I was falling into the core of the earth. I was still entranced by the whole thing. Bruno was surprisingly gentle. Was that even more exciting? Maybe I didn’t have to tame him like I did with Nocturne; maybe he was a softer lover. I was surprised when his fingers curled up and gripped the sides of my head, holding me in place as he continued to move in and out of me.
“G-god, faster, Bruno!” I begged, once his hand had left my muzzle.
He chuckled with that deep, bullish laugh, continuing to thrust into me with slow, steady motions and making no other indication he’d heard me. He was going his own tempo, and I loved it, even despite how needful I felt. I was panting heavily now, my face pressed into the wall of the barn, trying to keep pace with the giant beast above me, who just grunted at me each time he slammed into me.
I needed more. I wanted to be filled. I needed release.
"Bruno!" I cried out, just as I felt him explode inside me. I felt the first load shoot deep into me, and I felt almost as if it were burning its way through my insides. It was followed by several smaller shots, and I moaned with pleasure as I was filled completely. My numb ass was spasming with delight, and my erection throbbed with renewed vigor, as it finally unleashed all over the base of the barn wall. I felt like I could barely breathe, gasping for breath.
With his cock still holding me up like a sconce, I suddenly realized where I was, and what was happening to me. I blushed; this was not an unsalvageable position, after all; Bruno had made no demands of me. I think he just needed to get his rocks off, and I was all too eager to provide.
And where was Darleen?
“Uh… Bruno?” I asked, shaking. “Is that all? I’ve learned my lesson, I won’t mess with your cows…”
But Bruno didn’t say anything. He just stared at me with something between contempt and amusement. Then, pulling out, his seed draining from my ass like a faucet, he heaved me over his shoulder and carried me off to god-knew-where.
"Sammy?" Belle called out worriedly, having rushed around the pens to another side of the fence and finally get an angle on me.
“It’s okay, Belle!” I called back. “I… think Bruno wants to have a little personal time…”
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I woke up shivering. For a moment, I thought I had fallen asleep on the floor. I had been dreaming… of Bruno. I couldn’t tell you what about, only that I had been having sex with Bruno. He had been very rough, and forceful, and it didn't end.
As I tried to get up, I realized I couldn’t. I wasn’t in my bed, and Bruno’s thick arm was wrapped around me. When I spotted the crescent moon through the window above, I almost panicked. It was after nightfall! Darleen was expecting me back home hours ago. How could I have slept that late?
Bruno was the one who had woken me up. He was licking my cheek, and his cock was poking out from underneath him, pointing straight up toward my admittedly sore ass.
“Bruno,” I whispered, trying to get his attention. “Bruno, you’re very sweet, but I really need to get back to the farmhouse. Where did you even take me?”
Bruno grunted and rolled over, pinning me between him and the floor. Thankfully, he left enough room for me to breathe, because I was pretty sure he could have crushed me.
“The sheep pen, stupid boy,” he said, in his low, relaxing voice.
I blinked, and rubbed my eyes. Bruno must have seen my confusion, because he gave a quick, quiet chuckle.
“You don’t know where we are?”
“I’ve never been to this side of the farm,” I said.
Bruno barked out a deep laugh, though he was careful not to wake the sheep sleeping nearby.
“Bruno, I really need to go,” I said.
“No.” He wrapped his arms around me tighter.
“Why not?”
“Because I can,” he said. “Not allowed with the cows until the farm’s ready to have more calves. Already have too many calves. And there you are, being doted on… no. You dote on me, boy. Long as I can evade Darleen.”
I was surprised. That was the most words I or anyone, I thought, had gotten out of Bruno ever.
“I could yell for Darleen,” I said.
“What, and get yourself in more trouble?” Bruno snorted.
I blushed hard. “You know about that?”
“Boy, ain’t an animal in the farm that don’t know about Sammy the slutty farmhand. They’re all waiting to get a piece of you. But you’re mine now, and for good.”
I swallowed nervously. That was a lot of pressure.
“So what do you want me to do?” I asked.
Bruno sat up and leaned in close, his nose touching mine.
“You want to fuck, boy?” he whispered.
“Yes, sir,” I said, a little louder than I meant to.
He laughed again, this time longer and deeper. He sat up, making sure I was good and pinched in his grip the entire time, and forced me down onto his thick erection. I squeaked in alarm as he pushed himself inside me, and then moaned in lust as he started to pump into me. But he kept my mouth shut. The sleeping sounds of sheep nearby refused to stir to the slick, wet motions of Bruno pumping me up and down. I wanted to scream and howl in delight, tears rolling down my face as the beast forced me to be his toy, but the best I could manage was a muffled whimper.
“Bruno, please…” I managed to whisper. But he just clamped my muzzle tighter.
“If you scream, they”ll come running. Don’t make it worse for yourself, boy,” Bruno wheezed.
I didn’t know how Bruno could manage such slow, lingering sex. And I didn’t know how I could handle it either. His enormous cock was so much bigger than my own that it was almost painful, but it also felt so damn good. He was using every inch of his shaft to pound into me, and every thrust sent waves of pleasure shooting through my body. I couldn't really think anymore. I was hardly a person or an animal in Bruno's arms; I was just an object, and I wanted so badly to be used for however many hours Bruno could go.
It was inevitable that I came before Bruno. My cock throbbing in his hand, I gasped and cooed with pleasure, while Bruno growled with exertion and stroked my hair lovingly. He kept going, keeping the rhythm steady, slow. How much time had passed? From the corner of my eye, the moon had moved out from the view of the window above, but I didn't know how long that meant. How much time had gone by? A few minutes? Or hours?
"Sammy," Bruno grunted. "Look at me."
I turned my head just enough to meet Bruno's gaze, and found myself staring into those eyes of gold.
"Are you going to scream?" Bruno asked.
I shook my head vigorously.
"Good boy," he whispered. And with a much, much harder buck, he came violently inside of me.
I squeezed tight around him, trying to hold him as deep as possible, but he pulled back immediately with a loud grunt and collapsed atop me, breathing raggedly. I held him tightly for a moment, and then looked up to see the sheep looking down at us from their pen above.
Bruno had fallen without his arm gripping me this time. I was upright, free to pull off of him all the way and run. But I didn't want to. I didn't want to move from the sensation of my ass awkwardly, delightfully squeezing the bull’s shaft. The sheep seemed to sense this, and they shuffled away in silence, leaving us alone together.
I licked Bruno's neck gently, and he nuzzled my head affectionately. Darleen hadn't come. I supposed I was still frustrated with her, as she'd promised to rescue me—and boy, did I need rescue from myself badly. But I couldn't make myself get up and leave, or even call out. I just lay there, content in the warmth of Bruno's arms, his massive cock still buried deep inside me.