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Cowboy farm 6
Daniel Harris, son of a lawyer and a dedicated housewife, grew up as an only child in a loving home back in the city. With no close relatives and being a shy boy spent most of his childhood playing alone, the very few friends he made kept them for life, though because of his secluded lifestyle in the farm he isn't in touch with them frequently. Dad told me farmer Harris bought the farm with a business partner when they were young, they had very big plans for it, he heard them talking about crops of veggies and fruit, having cowboys and cowgirls among other things. Dad was bought at the fair as a young calf, he hardly remembered the first few years but the memories he had were all good, caring owners, they even take him out of the farm to have nice pasture strolls, but then all that finished, Mr Harris and his business partner had a big disagreement and one day he left the farm. Farmer Harris changed after that, he still was a very good and considerate owner, but turned even more reserved.
I have my own good memories with Mr Harris, as a little calf he used to play with me, and taught me things, recently he helped me get through my dad's passing with long talks around the farm and letting me sleep at the porch, just not to feel lonely. Farmer Harris cared for us and so did we, and we payed with respect and obedience. "always refer to him as 'Sir'", Dad said to me, he always did. That's why it feels so strange when I hear someone greeting him "Daniel! Good to see you again!", the neat looking vet shakes his hand and pulls him into a hug, "I'm on my way to work and decided to pass by to see how is everything going, is Joe doing well?"
I have to say that the closeness got Mr Harris off guard, I was pushing a wheelbarrow with fertilizer and I stop to watch the scene, "oh! Good, yes, I've done everything you told me, I've seen some improvement", farmer Harris stands a little tense looking at the man.
"Well Danny boy! Show me then!", It's really weird hearing someone refering to him like that, are they even friends? I thought he just asked for his professional opinion, the vet walks towards me for a quick inspection, he asks me to stand feet apart from each other and stretched arms. He fondles me firmly and even pinches some muscles, I have several weeks working so hard that some parts are sore and they hurt when touched so abruptly, "he is doing fine...", says Mr Stevens, "and the jugs growth is considerable", continues as he holds my jugs one at a time and squeezing them.
"Yes he is, I'm surprised...", says Mr Harris, "not that I didn't believe!", he interrupts himself not wanting to say something wrong, "It's just that...".
"Don't worry!", Mr Stevens smiles not bothered at all then puts a hand on farmer Harris arm, they both look at each other, there's an awkward silence and I'm in the middle, "I get it, there's nothing wrong with what you were doing, they are just some 'tips' I have learned".
"And very useful, thanks, but don't you think some of them are a little too harsh on Joe?", I look at him, very interested by it, in the past few days I've been having extra work, extra excersizing, extra food and extreme milking tied to the 'horse'.
"Oh! No, not at all! In my experience, science has proved subspecies evolved not only to supply men with what they need, but their bodies developed as well with the energy and force required for that, see how horsemen have bigger muscles, how 'pups' have better hearing, smell, sight and that protective instinct, cowboys are here to provide milk to men, as much as they need, don't feel you are being harsh, don't you trust me?", what a nerve of this man to say all that, of course is too much, doesn't farmer Harris hears me plead to stop his extreme milking, but I can't protest.
"Yes I trust you", if Mr Harris had any doubts, he got convinced right away, "uhm... Mr Stevens-".
"Victor! Call me Victor!".
"I'm sorry, Victor, were you really just passing by? I mean, I know your office is on the other side of town...".
The vet smiles and turns his face away trying to avoid Mr Harris, I'm no expert in human interaction but this seems fake to me, "Ok, you got me Daniel... I wanted to come and see how you were, and Joe of course! He is still my patient.
"Oh!", farmer Harris blushed, and that was a genuine reaction, "well thanks...", he smiles, "You are more than welcome to come and see his progress as much as you like, I hope I can afford all the visits".
"Don't worry, this is on me, and I really think you could win a big prize at the fair with Joe, consider it my payment, I'll get good publicity", he gets closer to Mr Harris and pokes his belly, "of course I can accept other payment instead...".
"What?", farmer Harris opens his eyes with a stunned face.
"Coffee of course", they both laugh, my owner a little more uneasy but glad, apparently.
"That! I can make it happen right away", Mr Harris feels more comfortable with the company and taps Mr Stevens' back leading him for the house, "shall we go inside? I have a few bottles of Joe's milk in the fridge".
"If you don't mind", says the vet, "I would like some warm milk right from the source, I know it's silly, but I don't know why it tastes different to me".
"That's absolutely understandable!" Replies farmer Harris with a grin on his face "Joe come on in boy".
Cowboy farm 6.1
"I'm more of a black coffee man", says farmer Harris while moving around the kitchen, getting a couple of mugs and putting them over the counter, then putting the ground coffee in the machine, "you would think I like it with milk as I have had a cowboy at the farm for all these years but no".
"Oh really?!", then the vet replies, "I grew up in a big city, huge apartment buildings, no space, so I didn't get to see much of subspecies, not even had a pup-boy as a child", continues as he leans over the counter, meanwhile I'm standing right at the entrance waiting for instructions, with my hands behind my back.
"Poor thing!", Mr Harris says putting a sad face.
"That's exactly why I think I became a vet, and moved to small town, subspecies fascinate me..." he glances at me, "they are so much like us despite being lesser creatures..."
"You really think that?", I know farmer Harris would think otherwise, I even smile waiting for a lecture.
"No, of course not, subspecies evolved to save mankind, it's not their fault they are here to serve us, but I also think we could get so much from them, you saw how Joe improved his production, and that is just one idea of many I have, I think I can revolutionize the industry!", this guy is really into himself, I can't help to feel a little afraid of what can be of me if he keeps giving Mr Harris ideas.
"Well lets toast for that", says the farmer lifting the brew pot, then pours some on Mr Stevens mug.
"That's it for me!", he asks.
"That's not even half the mug".
"Yes, that's how I like it, it would be better if it was a shot of espresso filled with warm cowboy milk", he calls me pointing where I should stand, "Come on Joe, start stroking your teat", I look to Mr Harris and then back to the vet, "Do as you are told Joe!", says the man with demanding voice, why should I listen to him, he is not my owner, my milk belongs to farmer Harris, also, shouldn't he be the one stroking my teat to get the mill?.
"You want me to milk myself?".
"Please Joe...", I see the face of my owner and I can't fight it, I reach my teat and begin stroking.
"I didn't know you had obedience issues with Joe"
"That's not the case, is just he is not used to this, actually he is forbidden to milk himself".
"That's ok, I will give you some discipline exercises, that's if you allow me to keep visiting your farm..."
"Don't be silly Victor!", I even stop my stroking, this is the first time Mr Harris calls him by his name so naturally, this can't be right, not with him.
I return to my stroking, my teat completely hard, but I'm doing it carefully because I'm not using any cream, it's dry.
"You don't mind me getting the milk by myself, do you?"
"Of course not, feel free to do it".
"Is just that I have a special taste on sucking the milk from the teat...", we walks right in front of me and kneels, he takes my hand off and holds it by himself, I keep looking at him while he fondles giving a few strokes, then engulfing my entire limb in. I yelp with surprise, and stumble, I gasp for air as his mouth sucks, moving to take it all in and then out, his chin pokes on my jugs and the rhythm is quite good, I don't know for sure if there is a technique, but this is way different than the horsemen.
I watch Mr Harris looking at us, specially at the man kneeling, milking with expertise, he seems joyful enjoying the experience. Mr Stevens stops and looks back, "come join me, this is going to be good".
"I'm ok", he says, "there's no need, I have drank from the teat but just when the milk is pouring..."
"It's easy, I'll teach you...", he stretches his hand to Mr Harris, hesitantly he walks and reaches for it, my owner kneels and his face is like many other occasions in front of my hard teat, but this time is about to put it in his mouth.
Is sloppy, compared to the vet, but his new friend is helping him, watching near, with a hand on his back, guiding the rhythm. Then the vet squeezes my butt, and tries sticking a finger between my rack, I push forward when he pokes my hole and I stick my teat more into Mr Harris, he jerks back. "Sorry sir".
"He needs some lube to stimulate his gland".
"I can go and get you some".
"Oh no, don't waste time, keep sucking", and just like that, Mr Stevens moves behind me holding each butt cheek with his hand sinks his face, I thrust again, but farmer Harris was prepared, soon I have a mouth milking my teat and a tongue trying to reach my milk gland in the back, is that even possible?
The two men gripping me I find myself stuck between them who greedily want to take something from me, the vet then takes his tongue back and procedes to massage with his finger, it slides in, I groan, he reaches my insides and begins moving, soon he is hitting my spot and I'm reaching my peak, I start moaning.
"He is close!"
"Want me to get your mug?", asks Mr Harris innocently.
"Forget it, let's drink his sweet milk", the vet moves next to Mr Harris and pushes him to keep sucking, but he also licks my teat, they are both excitedly doing this amazing thing, my teat throbs, I moan again, I watch them, their lips touching each others, the vet uses his tongue to lick and wet the entire limb, I give a load moan and my milk burst out, they drink it taking turns on my teat then they begin sharing the tip, the milk is pouring out of their mouths dripping all over their faces, but I guess they don't care anymore, they are licking it from their faces, cheeks, chin, lips.
It was a great milking, I guess Mr Stevens is really an expert, but I'm not sure if I'll be fond of every one of his techniques.
Mr Harris asks me to go clean myself and return to my work, I do so as they both stay in the house for the rest of the morning.
Cowboy farm 6.2
Visits from vet Stevens were more frequent, he began coming just to say hi and then to chat, always with the excuse to check on my progress, but suddenly Mr Harris was the one visiting him, of course I don't go out, but he tells me whenever he is going out asking me how does he look, he started buying new clothes and even working out.
My work and exercise got harder and my food increased, I gain more muscle and I'm happy with it, toned legs and arms, defined chest and abs and of course, bigger jugs, Mr Stevens supervised my gland massages and extreme milking attached to the 'horse', and now my jugs are grapefruit size just like my father, but they look bigger on me as I have a lean body.
I got proud of my body with all the praise from my owner, that's what all farm cowboy wants, and apparently it isn't never enough to vet Stevens who always pushes me more and more. The one thing I miss, is my time with the horsemen, apparently Mr Harris told vet Stevens about my interaction with them and pushed him to complain to the horsemen rental company, next week, they came as always, attached to the dray but they were wearing straps on their heads with bits on their mouths, I couldn't talk with them anymore.
Time goes by and the fair is now in town, is a big event around here, my dad used to go a while back and he won prizes for the good cowboy he was, I wonder how would it go for me, I'm excited because I've never been to such a big and crowded place.
I wake up and get out of my shed, there's no work for me today I should get ready, vet Stevens provided some scented soap to wash me, I wash myself with the hose and walk to the house. There is Mr Harris with his friend waiting for me, vet Stevens holding something on his hands, what's that?
"You need to wear a collar Joe, let Victor put it on", I let him feeling awkward and moving my body with discomfort, the cold heavy collar around my neck has a little ring to tie a chain to it, he then pulls it to guide me, I stumble and frown, what am I? A dumb pup-boy that can't control itself so he needs to be chained?
"Is this really necessary Mr?", I ask trying to fit a finger between the metal and my skin, "it's tight".
"Don't question our security measures Joe", vet Stevens steps in front of me giving me a daring gaze, "do you want to get lost? Or get robbed?", Mr Harris just smiles.
"Please Joe, be good", is the only thing my owner says.
Farmer Harris owns one of those old electric pick up trucks, they both go in the front while I ride in the back, wearing nothing but a collar around my neck, the feeling of speed and air hitting my body feels thrilling, I hold myself onto the back while I admire the world, yeah, for me this is it, a nice ride around town on our way to the fair, I get to see bigger crops, bigger fields, cowboys and cowgirls pasturing around, a herd of horsemen at the distance running together.
We don't have to go into the town and see all the house and colorful stores but that's ok, I'm enjoying the view from the distance, other vehicles pass by the truck and I cant help watch inside, all kinds of people, men alone, women yelling at kids in the back seat, families, couples arguing, it's so amusing. And then I see it the entrance to the fair, a big arch with something written on it, cars making like to get in, people walking in the same direction, ballons all around, I can't wipe away the smile on my face.
But we pass the main entrance, and I look back until they make a turn.
The unloading area is in the back part of the fair, just where the exhibition are is, the most impressive and humongous barn I have ever seen.
They park and ask me to get out. Then vet Stevens approaches me, "let me put this on", I watch Mr Harris, frowning at what his friend is about to do but he just nods, indicating I should accept whatever he choose to do.
We walk to the back entrance, my owner at the front with Mr Stevens pulling my chain, I follow collared witt a giant red bow attached to it. "Doesn't he look pretty? Like prime stock!", I couldn't smile back.
The register line is long, and tedious, but its flowing rapidly, we get to the front, where Mr Stevens shows my register to a lady and they pass me for inspection. I'm standing in front of a big dark skinned policeman, but what is more intimidating is his pup-boy, a muscled black young pup-boy, he is squating on the floor looking directly at me, I feel nervous, his body glistening with his dark tone, his muscles so tight on his body, he looks so ripped, he has a chain around his neck and a mussle on his face, the policeman pulls the leash and the pup-boy starts sniffing around me, I feel tickles but Im too nervous to laugh or react, I'm so tensed, he snifs my jugs and I move back a little he groals, "easy boy!", the policeman says on a deep voice, the pup-boy keeps sniffing around me sticking his mussled face to me when I think its over, he sticks his face on my ass "wow!", I yelp.
The policeman let us pass after that. I'm so excited to see everything inside, the fair sounds like fun, and ther must be a lot of things to do and watch, and its supposed to be filled with subspecies of all kinds. But the truth slaps me in the face immediately, we get to the exhibition area and they lock me in a cage, "you'll wait here until the show begins", Mr Harris tells me, "we'll be around enjoying the fair, we'll be back for you later".
I sit over a bed of hay bending my legs and rest my arms on them, with my smile completely gone I sink my head between.
Cowboy farm 6.3
"Hey... hey...", someone whispers, I lift my head and look to one side, a big cowboy standing in the cage on my left, "hey! boy!", I turn to the other side, a young cowboy like me kneeling on the other cage, "what's your name?".
"Me?".
"Yes! You! What are you a donkey-boy?", he shakes his head like assuming I'm somehow slow and a beast for heavy work.
"Joe", and I lower my head between my legs again.
"Nice to meet you Joe, my name is 'Spots' ", I lift my head again, spots?
"What kind of name is that?", I ask annoyed by the whole situation, I don't want to be bothered, doesn't he see me here demoralized?
"What kind of name is Joe?", he replies instantly, "A man's name to a cowboy? What kind of owner does that?". He shouldn't question Mr Harris decisions, and actually my dad chose my name, that gets me a little more mad and frown at him.
"See?", he points at himself now that I pay attention to him, "spots", he says pointing out that his pale skin is covered with freckles.
"Nice to meet you Spots", I little smile draws on my face.
"What are you here for? Huh?"
"Uhm... the cowboy contest... I guess".
"You don't know? Look at your tag", I look around not knowing what he is talking about, then he signals me to one of the cage bars, "well, what does it say?"
"I don't know... do you?"
"Hey! I'm just here for my looks, this cowboys doesn't read", that evidently was true, he is young, slim, toned, his auburn hair shiny, soft and well combed, his face clean and I can say he is very handsome, with green eyes, I try watching the tag and remember the things Mr Harris taught me.
"T-t... Ta- t-tas"
"Taste!", he yells, "goodness! That's one of the big ones.
"What do you mean?", I ask intrigued.
"There are several categories, 'build', 'amount of milk', 'flow', physique... you are in the taste one, the judges will decide which one is the best.
"What category are you in?, I ask.
"Prettiest cowboy! Obviously!"
"Really? Is that even impor...", then I shut, who am I to criticize what other cowboys are good at.
"My owner Becky wanted me in the contest, she is the daughter of the farmer I live with, she is 10".
"Oh!"
"Shut up! Everybody", one voice announces, this is going to start, get ready"
"What?!", I whisper to Spots, "my owner isn't even here!".
"Oh don't worry, this is going to take a while, we'll be here for hours...", says Spots while relaxing sitting and leaning his back on the cage.
I watch as the people get cowboys out and back to the cages, taking a while since the contest is happening. Then Mr Harris appears, I stand up immediately, "Sir!", I hold on to the cage, they let me out.
"Joe, it's your turn, please be good, obey the indications, I know you can win this".
"But-but sir!", he starts checking on me, and cleaning any dirt on my body, he tugs my jugs and cleans my teat with a wipe.
"Lets go!", he turns around clicking the chain on my collar and pulls me towards a door, once we get through my heart sinks to my stomach.
The whole huge barn is an auditorium, a stage on the extreme and people cheering all around.
"And now!", a thunderous voice resonates, "for the taste category, the jugdes will rate, amount, thickness, acidity, sweetness, saltiness", people all around and I'm lost, suddenly I'm being guided and pushed up to the stage, I look around and I don't see Mr Harris anymore, "Please! Cheer up for the cowboys!", me along with other seven cowboys walk up the stage forming a line, If being among the crowd was intimidating, being exposed at that height is terrifying.
I feel overwhelmed by how many people is here and I get the strange feeling they are all watching me, I start sweating. I look to my side and there is another cowboy, not much more older than me and on the other side, a mature and more bulky cowboy, seen all these clothed people make me realize the eight of us have nothing to hide right now, we are totally exposed, I can't help but take a look at my fellow cowboys, many grapefruits, oh! damn! That one over there... how can he walk with those almost cantelope size jugs!
We are asked to stand still because the "milkers" are getting up. Eight different people get on the stage, everyone cheer at them, and each one is assigned to one of us, the one at my left is a young guy while at my right the bulky cowboy got a lady, and me, a scrawny old guy with tired eyes is looking at me, grinning, "don't worry, I'm an expert 'milker' you'll enjoy it!" He smiles opening his mouth to reveal a rather neglected denture.
They get ready sitting on a stool in front of each one of us and they are given a tube of milking cream. "Ready! Set! Go!", the load voice trembles in the barn.
The 'milkers' start rubbing our teats, I feel the thin fingers of the old man wrapping around my teat and begin to stroke, I put my hands behind my back, I see the big crowd and try looking somewhere else, then I lock eyes with the penetrating gaze of my milker, he is obviously enjoying this more than I am. He really is a good milker and knows what to do, my teat is hard and I'm starting to feel the shocks going from my groin to the rest of my body. The voice announces the first one is giving milk, and the crazy crowd cheers, "We have our winner!", these eight guests were competing for a year supply of cowboy milk from a local farm.
Then the second cowboy shoots and the third, then the fourth and I'm still not feeling it. When the fifth is announces I look at the old man and move my head telling him "no", that I'm not getting there, so he keeps stroking with one hand and with his other starts rubbing my chest, his thin fingers teasing my nipples, oh!, he starts pinching, ooh! He keeps doing it, I close my eyes, he pinches and squeezes and out of a sudden I get a wet feeling, and a hard bite, the old man is nibbling on my right nipple! I start panting, and moving my hips back and forth to the rhythm, yes, yes, yes! I hold my breath and tense my abs as I feel my milk bursting out.
Each 'milker' was given four cups to fill with for the judges, "I told you I'm an expert", he smirks as he puts the four cups on the platter.