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Cowboy farm 5
Besides my obliged work at the farm I started working out, morning jogs around the farm and some lifting with things we use around, using crates full of vegetables is no easy job, I end up demolished that I haven't had any dreams lately nor have I milked myself, of course Mr Harris did the finger massage on my milk gland, twice a day for a week until my jugs started filling again. I was unbelieving of that but I was shocked that within a few days of defiling my rear I started producing milk again.
It's been two weeks, and yes, you may be asking how do I know how time passes if I'm just a simple cowboy that almost never gets out, but I learned to count the so called 'weeks' by the visit of horsemen on market day. Their last visit I didn't have any milk to give, they were disappointed as they enjoyed so much drinking from me last time, and now my owner told me I should not milk myself, for any reason.
Apparently, vet Stevens advised that once I started producing again, and due to my 'changes' he should let my jugs fill and let them swell and grow with the liquid inside to gain size. It's easy for him to say that and order me not to waste my milk, but the pain, the itch of my jugs, turns almost unbearable, especially at night, I have to rest on my back and let my legs widely open. I have had the temptation of milking myself and throw the milk away, but I cannot disobey my owner, what else can I do but be patient and do as I'm told, I'm a cowboy.
I'm helping load the dray on the third week, lifting lettuce filled crates helping the two horsemen. I feel discomfort as my jugs have been growing, I don't have knowledge of all the fruits there are but help me if you can, in size, what is between an orange and a grapefruit? Well, that's me right now, I'm dealing with the extra size, the extra weight, the funny walking until I get use to it.
"You've been bulking up 'boy cow' ", says the brown hair one, "...nice..."
"Yes, thanks... I guess", should I be grateful of the recognition that I have been working my ass off and that's why my body is changing? I take the sweat of my forehead with my arm, I sigh and take a deep breath lifting another crate.
"Soon you'll be as big as us", says the blonde one smirking while passing next to me carrying a crate double the size as the one I have.
"Ha! I don't think so".
"Yeah! Why not?", he continues passing the crate to his companion who is arranging everything on top of the dray, "you already had a fit body... for a cowboy... now you are getting all toned up, gaining muscle!", he walks back free from weight and slaps my ass, I almost lose balance but the other horseman takes my crate just in time, "not all cowboys have horsemen ass!!", and they both burst laughing.
"Knock it off!", I say frowning, looking annoyed, but secretly I'm enjoying the praise, and the company.
We stop talking when farmer Harris comes out to watch how everything is going then gets back to his business walking to the shed next to the house where he keeps equipment and tools.
I break the silence, "When you say I'm fit for a... what do you... I mean... do you see other cowboys?", I stand behind the last crate but paying more attention to the horseman.
"Oh yes 'boy cow'!, lots of them, we also go to a milking farm", says the brown hair one.
"Yeah, though we don't pay much attention to them", the blonde one, that had already loaded the last of his crates comes closer to me and helps me with mine, "I prefer to watch the cowgirls!", he smirks and winks at me.
"Oh yeah!", the other one says arranging the last crate and sitting on the edge of the dray, his companion leans there to rest.
"You said that I'm fit, for a cowboy...?"
"Don't get me wrong, horsemen have naturally muscled bodies", he flexes his arm showing his big round bicep, "as little colts we already start developing them, unlike other subspecies, and men..." he puffs, "those... they go to their 'gyms' to walk on bands to get nowhere and lift their 'weights' without any purpose...", I watch as he somehow rants, his body is sculpted, every muscle distinguishes from the other, shining with sweat and his veins popped up, and he is no different from his friend who is as big as him.
"The cowboys we see are from a farm nearby", continues the other one, sitting on the dray, resting with his legs wide open, "it's a big farm, I can't count how many cowboys and cowgirls they have, but I guess because they pass their time walking around chatting on the field instead of running or playing, they are...", he stops to think for the right word.
"Plump", dares to say the blonde one.
"Stocky!", says the other, "they don't look flabby, quite firm", he stares at his partner with complicity, they laugh.
"You are right!", the blonde one agrees.
"That's why we pay more attention to cowgirls, their curvy shapes with big jugs for breasts! Ooh!!", he exclaims with passion.
"Also they have big rounded butts!"
"Stop it!", says the horseman still sitting cupping his cock, "we still have a long way back and I don't want to pull the dray while horny! Tonight someone's gonna suffer my rage! I'm fucking tonight!"
I open my eyes with surprise, "Do you breed? You have someone to mate with...?", the two horsemen go complete silent and turn to see each other and burst on a huge laugh. I stand clueless as this two keep laughing, I start feeling so stupid, did I say something wrong?
They cut the laughing when Mr Harris comes out to see what all the fuzz is about, I want to know more but I'm glad he made them stop, "we are sorry sir", they step with lowered heads and hands behind their backs.
"If you are finished go on, you don't want me calling the dray service and tell the manager the horsemen I rented are misbehaving, right?"
"No sir..."
"Sir... can we... uhm... have some water before we go...?"
He doesn't answer for a second and then nods looking at me. I lead the way back to the trough. When we are far from farmer Harris' sight, things got lighter again, the blonde one rushes to walk by my side and put his arm around my shoulders, "Hey buddy, I'm sorry about the laughing, we don't want to cause you or us any trouble, but what you asked us, uhm... tell us, do you have someone to fuck here?"
I carry his big arm over my shoulders and feels like I was carrying a big log of wood, but hot and sweaty. I turn to look at him, I see his 'manly' face, grinning interested in what I could say, I never noticed before he has green eyes. "N-no, I- I have never..."
"What!!", yells the other rushing to my other side, "I'm sorry!", then he lowers his voice almost to a whisper, "you mean you have never...? Are you a virgin 'boy cow'?"
I think I just blush, is it bad? Is it worth surprising? I stop before answering, we are already next to the trough but apparently they aren't thirsty anymore.
"No, I have never mated... and by my owner's decision, I will never breed."
"Damn!".
"That doesn't mean you can't fuck", says the brown hair one, "look at us, that's why we laughed so hard".
"What do you mean?".
"That we fuck with each other", says the blonde rolling his eyes.
I open my mouth but no words come from it.
"Or whoever is available".
"Yeah, on a stable full of horsemen, you can fuck everyday for a month and not repeat", he smirks.
"Oh... but you like h-horse-ladies don't you? You just told me you also like cowgirls..."
"Of course!, we love a nice mare's cunt, but just like you, our owner only let us breed once, in our entire life, then we have to release our urges somehow, and a buck's ass isn't bad".
"You should try it..."
"Uhm... I don't know, I don't think Mr Harris would allow...", I take a step forward to free myself from the horseman and turn to face them.
"But you would like it don't you?"
"N-no, I don't".
"Then why your teat is hard 'boy cow'?", he points at my crotch and smiles, I look down and see it fully engorged, a tiny drop glistening on the tip, "why don't you let us show you?", he walks and I step back, but the blonde one puts himself behind me and locks my arms like that previous time.
"No! Please don't!", the brown hair one kneels and rubs my torso, smirking at my reluctance, "I can't!"
"Don't worry 'boy cow', we just want some warm milk like the other time, it's so good and sweet".
"Please! Let me go! I can't milk yet! Please!".
"Oh why not?", says the blonde one pushing my butt with his hips, "That's what cowboys do".
"Are you done?", I load yell interrupts, they let me loose and I step back, then farmer Harris appears on sight, "it's getting late..."
The horsemen don't even drink water and flee, they put themselves on their harnesses again and begin dragging the dray away from the farm.
I stand attentive to Mr Harris, we waits until the two muscled horsemen are on their dray to face me, my heart is pounding, I don't know why, but I fear any reprimend even though I didn't do wrong.
"Don't listen whatever those two say...", he lays a hand on my cheek and rubs it, "come on it's time to milk you".
I get excited and notice I'm still hard, I walk behind the farmer, who walks towards our spot but this time guides me inside the shed he was working in. I have entered it before but very few times to remember everything in it. A big room with tables, benches, and tools hanging from the walls, but there is Mr Harris, standing in the middle with a strange looking piece of furniture.
"Bend over here Joe", I walk slowly, hesitantly but without fear, I know my owner wouldn't do anything to put me at risk or harm me. I bend over the high bench, my feet stretched on the floor. The farmer kneels to reach my ankle and puts something around it and the wood leg of the thing, then does the other, I try watching but the bench doesnt let me. He walks to the front and asks me to rest my arms on each side, he does the same restrain with my wrists, I try moving without success.
Then all goes as usual, the touch on my teat makes me moan immediatelly and tense my body, it's been so long, his hand slides with the milking cream and he keeps the rythm, the soft material of the bench caresses my chest I can feel my nipples getting hard, I bite my lower lip.
"This thing I built", he says, "it's called", ironically due to my latest encounter, "a 'horse', it's used for many things, it helps farmers milk their cattle more comfortably, the things around your wrists and ankles is just 'velcro' easy to losen, though some unethic farms use shackles".
It certainly is more comfortable, I don't have to be standing anymore as I'm been milked. Soon the spasms start and I begin squirting my milk, the sound of liquid over metal doesn't stop, and I'm moaning loader and loader as the warm milk spurts out giving relieve to my jugs. The farmer keeps stroking sending more of that muscle tensing sensation throughout my body, I grab firmly the legs of the 'horse' and try to clench my toes.
I'm in such bliss that I try moving my hips, I have my eyes closed grinning with pleasure, my face is flushed and my mouth drooling. I take a deep breath. I think this is finished, one has stuck in mind how much time it takes, but farmer Harris doesn't stop, "s-Sir?... sir... ooh... sir... please!"
"Shut up boy, I'm not done", Mr. Harris keeps stroking though only drops are coming, at the same rhythm as before, my teat is oversensitive that I begin to squirm, but I can't move, I try pushing on tiptoes and try pushing the thing with my body but is so heavy.
"Please! Sir! Please! Stop!" , I start screaming because this is not entirely pleasurable, though I won't say it hurts, but he already took the milk from me, Wait... "Oooh Oooh! Sir! Mr H-!!". Another load of thick milk starts pouring out, a new electric shock through my body makes me spasm completely. I would like to say that it ends right there, but Mr Harris does this two more times, to the point where I think my jugs got drained completely.
I end up exhausted drenched in sweat, "please... please sir...", he releases me and I collapse sitting on the floor.
"Get up! it's time for lunch", farmer Harris orders standing from the door.
I get up with the few forces left on me and rubbing my sore wrists walk with him, he gets into his home and comes out with a tray, I frown, "what's this sir?".
"Fruit, vegetables, and some chow with vitamins and protein", I know what the fruit and greens are, but the mushy thing? I don't want to sound bratty so I don't ask.
"Eat all Joe".
"It's too much sir... I don't think I'll-".
"Obey cowboy!", he says firmly, "you need to nourish to produce for the next milking tomorrow".
"But- but sir! Tomorrow? Again? But you just drained me, I won't be able to..."
"Shut up! Do you think you know more than Dr. Stevens? He is an expert", I shut and lower my head when he lifted his hand, Mr Harris has never lifted a hand on me, I'm surprised, and a little sad, "eat your food, and drink more water..." he turns around but before that he muthers, "your father would be so ashamed of your disobedience...", I stayed quiet, my eyes watering, he is right, I'm a cowboy, I should do as I'm told.
My owner had always been good, kind and considerate, and I'm just Joe, the cowboy, I'm in no position to judge any advice a veterinarian gives him. But I'm starting to believe that Mr Stevens is up to no good.