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CH 12.
Three weeks. Three weeks had gone by since the doctor had examined Trevor. Nothing bad had happened, on the contrary Trevor's shift was apparently even better than Ayden's not that Marc could tell. He just took the doctor's word for it.
Trevor was ecstatic about the whole thing. He'd got punching bags installed in his and Ken's rooms so that the two could train and get stronger. Ken was against it at first, having it put in his room without permission, but he quickly adapted. A result from not being able to see Marc as much.
Two weeks ago, Marc had gotten himself into trouble. He had been grounded. Uncle Trevor found out about Marc sneaking out at night. Truly it was a slip of the tongue that sealed Marc's fate. The last two weeks had been so boring Marc didn't even want to think about them. All he did was shuffle between doing chores and being holed up in his room. When he was in his room all he could think about was Trevor;s shift. How hurt he was by seeing, the original fear he felt, and ultimately how turned on he was. Why? Why did he like it?
Thankfully, this week Marc had been able to reacquaint himself with Ken.. He could see Ken during the Day, but now he was able to hang out again. He didn't have to worry about those weird thoughts. The time apart had been a bit of a detriment.
It was Mid-August and Ken had grown during their time apart. Ken was 17 now. The young cowman stood at 5'9 a good two inches taller than Marc.
Marc looked over his shoulder. He was sitting in a bean bag chair, playing videos in Ken's room, while Ken boxed with the punching bag. It hung from the ceiling, flying back with each punch. Marc's eyes traveled over Ken's figure. Ken was shirtless only wearing gym shorts and tennis shoes. Sweat rolled down his neck and travelled between the valley of Ken's pecks. Ken's loose shorts were taut around his shapely ass.
Over on Ken's dresser was a pile of condoms that he'd been given in preparation for his shift.
A blaring sound came from the TV. Red text appeared on the screen.
"Game Over." Ken said, his attention drifting over to Marc. Ken wiped the sweat from his forehead and pushed his matted hair out of the way.
"Damn it!" Marc's head snapped back. He dropped the control to the grown and sunk into the chair. "I almost beat the Ice dragon level," He pouted.
"You ready to join a game with me?" Marc sat up looking over.
"Sure, let me shower first though." Ken said resting against his punching bag.
"You don't have too." Marc shrugged.
"I stink." Ken took a whiff of his odor only to make an overly dramatic repugnant face.
Marc laughed, "It's your room and you've been boxing since I got here. All I smell is you. So, get over here." Marc patted his lap.
Ken got a smirk on his face and sauntered over to Marc. He fell into Marc's lap like he'd done so many times before.
"I think Trevor would say you have me trained."
Marc raised an eyebrow, "Is that what you guys think of me?"
Ken threw an arm around Marc's neck, "I'm sure Trevor would say that to get under your skin."
"Wow, you are ripe," Marc playfully shoved Ken away. Ken, not expecting it fell onto his ass on the floor. Marc had only wanted to prevent his cock from poking into Ken's ass. Ken did smell but Marc couldn't deny some part of him was getting turned on by it.
Marc's cell phone vibrated in his pocket. Normally Marc didn't carry it around since everyone he knew was on the Farm but he was expecting a delivery.
"Oh, they're here," Marc sprung up from the bean bag chair and helped Ken to his feet. The two began making their way to the Main house.
As Marc and Ken stepped onto the porch, they were greeted by the sight of female Cowmen flocking around Trevor. There were only a few but they were all into him. Marc guessed they must have ambushed Trevor. Regardless, Trevor didn't seem averse to it. He had his arm around the neck of one and his other wrapped around another's waist.
Marc huffed and stormed off. Him and Trevor weren't together, it wasn't his business. He knew Trevor wasn't making him mad on purpose. The Cowman hadn't even looked when Marc and Ken came outside. Marc still couldn't shake feeling hurt though. He had been having a great day with Ken and now that was going to be ruined by his bad mood. No. Marc shook his head. He wasn't going to let his mood be ruined. If he was this easily discouraged, how would he feel when he spotted male Cowmen doing the same?
"Hey, Ken you seem to be really good at boxing, who taught you that?" Marc was trying to change to subject to think about anything else. He didn't know a thing about what made a great boxer, but Ken's intensity when practicing was enough to convince him.
Ken trailing behind Marc, spoke up, "I don't think I could take a professional boxer, but I think I got the basics."
"In just a few weeks?" Marc turned his head to see Ken. He remembered when he had taught Ken how to play checkers. Even then the former 14-year-old caught on quick. "Wow, being a Cowman is awesome. I'd learn to love how to play the guitar in a day or two."
"Well, I think there's a learning curve." Ken added. "Trevor showed me some videos and demonstrated, but when I tried to show Dru he didn't get it at all."
"What about Ayden?" Marc asked.
Ken scratched his head, "He didn't seem interested in learning."
Marc shrugged. Even someone as perfect as Ayden couldn't be interested in everything. Nor should he have to be, but Marc had to admit he was curious if Ayden could master boxing.
The two made their way inside the backdoor of the house and walked to the main hall. Marc asked Ken to wait by the stairs. It'd only take a minute. Marc walked over to the front door, opening it to find Heather standing on the other side waiting.
Her outfit was her usual laid-back farmer girl attire. In her hands she carried two trays of food, covered with aluminum foil.
"How are you doing?" Her voice was filled with genuine concern. She hadn't seen Marc since the whole debacle in the park. She'd tried to visit but had been turned away due to Marc getting himself grounded.
"I'm doing fine." Marc didn't know what to say. He had decided distance from Trevor was for the best, but that didn't mean Marc was comfortable with the flirting Trevor got. Marc reached for the food as Heather handed it over.
Heather placed a hand on his shoulder, "How are you really doing?" Her eyes were unwavering, she could see right through him.
Marc took a deep breath, "I'm not angry or resentful that he changed. It's just... hard you know? But it hasn't been all bad because at least I hav--
"Hey Heather!" A body pressed up behind Marc.
"Hi Ken, Wow are you growing!" Heather eyes went wide with shock when Ken came up to the door.
"Ken, I thought you were going to wait for me." Marc stated turning back to look at the Cowman.
"I know, but then I heard Heather's voice. You didn't tell me she was bringing the package."
Heather looked at the two boys questioningly, "Package?"
Marc held up the food in his hands, "I was calling it a delivery." Marc turned around and faced Ken. "Do you mind?" He held out the food and Ken graciously took it. Marc ran his hands through Ken's brunette curly hair. "Heather and I will finish up talking. Can you take these to the kitchen?"
Ken quickly disappeared. Before Marc could turn around, he felt Heather pull him outside with great force.
"Walk me to my car. It's the least you can do for the delivery girl." Heather smirked, wrapping her arms around Marc and batting her eyelids.
"Hardy-Har." Marc said dryly.
"Don't be a sour puss. Give me your phone so I can add my number. If I had been able to call you, it would have saved me stress."
Marc handed over his phone and Heather exchanged their information. The two made their way down the steps of the mansion. Heather waited until they had good distance to begin speaking again.
"I can't believe that was Ken. He's getting hotter every time I see him; he may give even Trevor a run for his money. Please tell me you've asked him out already!" Heather was shaking Marc's arm erratically. She was overly giddy waiting for Marc's reply with a smile on her face.
"No, I haven't."
Heather face dropped instantly and hardened. "Why not?" She reached over and twisted one of Marc's nipples.
"Ow!" Marc said jumping away from her. "What was that for!"
"You're being dumb." Heather pointed back to the mansion. "That is a fine piece of man right there and you're just wasting him. Not everyone gets the opportunity to be surrounded by hot people Marc."
Marc rubbed his chest trying to ease the pain, "I know, but with everything that happened with Trevor. If Ken's going to shift to. I'd rather not go through that again."
Heather's face softened as she spoke calmly. "Did you spend all this time thinking what might happen if things go wrong?" She looked at the ground and shook her head. They were still standing on the nicely decorated pavement and walkway that led up to the mansion. Heather brought her head back up, brushing her hair out of her face. "I'll tell you what my mom said once. `We can't avoid danger in life.'" Heather closed her eyes and listened as a breeze came through causing the surrounding plant-life to sway. She breathed in an out, then she spoke, "Nothing bad might happen to you, but nothing good will either. Living. Truly putting yourself out there, involves risk." She gently placed Marc's hands in her own, "And yeah it might suck. If you tell Ken how you feel, he might reveal he doesn't feel the same way."
Marc winced at that. He was sure him and Ken felt the same way about each other, but there was always doubt. Could anyone ever be 100% sure of anything when it came to feelings?
"But what if he does?" Heather said grabbing Marc by the shoulders. "What if you tell him and something amazing happens?"
Marc couldn't help but smile as a few fantasies drifted into his head and played out. Heather once again wrapped herself around Marc's arm and the two resumed walking to her car.
The rest of the walk was quiet until they got to her car on the side of the road. She released custody of Marc's arm and opened her car door. "Sorry about your nipple"
"It's okay, I'm stronger than I look," Marc pretended to flex.
Heather put her hand over her mouth to hide her laugh, "Okay, Mr. Atlas." She opened her car door, "Next time it'll be a smack to the head, or a punch."
Marc stop posing, "Oh god, you tasted blood now you're on your way to becoming a bully, again aren't you?"
Heather rolled her eyes, "I was never a bully. You started fights you couldn't finish."
Marc was about to reply when he noticed a car coming up the road. A long white tractor truck with the words MILKEM Co. in teal colors posted on the side, drove past. The two teenagers watched as the truck made its way down the road.
"Oh jeez, those guys," Heather watched the truck disappear.
Marc's head turned to Heather, "You know them?"
Heather's eyes shifted to Marc. "Try to find anyone on a farm who doesn't. They've been trying to buy up land for 2 years. They want to sell in state and would prefer not to import."
Marc tilted his head to the side. "Is that so important?"
"It's all about money and labor cost." Heather continued to stare down the now empty road.
"Yeah, Mr. Karter did seem like a rich dick, only concerned with money."
Heather facepalmed, "You met the CEO. He's the worst. He came personally see my dad and mom last summer."
"Why?"
"I'm not surprised. There are quite a few companies that are always trying to compete with or mess with farms' businesses."
"I'm glad my parents refused." Heather put her hands together thinking of what to say next. She locked eyes with Marc, "Remember what I just said about being surrounded by hot people."
Marc nodded, not sure where this was going.
"That was actually from personal experience. At our Farm we have Horsemen."
Marc jumped in the air clasping his hands together, "I knew it! I knew it!" Heather had given him a big hint last time all he need was conformation. Marc eventually calmed down enough to ask, "Why are you telling me this now? And why would Milkem want your farm? You don't have Cowmen?"
Heather flipped her hair back, "I got tired of keeping a secret, besides I'm sure you would have gotten it eventually." Heather sat in her car, "As for your second question. Mr. Karter didn't care about our Horsemen at all. He tried to get us to tell them to work for other companies if we sold." Heather slammed her door shut, and rolled down the window, "He just wanted our land."
Marc moved over to the car and leaned over, "What's wrong with that?"
Heather shot him an angry look. Marc raised his hands defensively "Didn't you just say they wanted property."
Heather's eyes relaxed as she spoke again, "But isn't weird how they didn't want our Horsemen, but seemed ready to take on the Howard's Farm's Cowmen?"
"They are a milking company, right? They're probably used to dealing with Cowmen. Horsemen aren't known for their milking capabilities."
Marc didn't understand what Heather was upset about. Horsemen and Cowmen were completely different species. Male Horsemen couldn't even produce milk. The species had their own attributes, but milk production certainly was not one. However, Marc did have to admit it was strange they'd go to a Horseman farm at all. Why not just stick to Cowmen farms solely?
Heather shook her head. "That's probably it, but... doesn't that make it feel half assed? Almost like it didn't matter, so long as they got a Farm. Even a farm that wasn't made for supporting Cowmen."
Marc hadn't thought of it like that. They wanted property. They didn't care who's but bringing in new machinery for Cowmen would have been expensive.
Heather honked her horn, causing Marc to jolt.
"Trying to give me a heart attack?!"
"No, you seemed lost in thought, but then I remembered, you got a hot guy waiting on you in the house." Heather shooed Marc off, before Turing her car around and going the opposite direction the truck had gone.
Marc made his way back into the mansion. Closing the door, he found Ken sitting on the main steps waiting for him.
Marc trotted over to Ken and leaned against the railing of the steps. It was cute how Ken had waited for him. Very puppy-like. Marc ran his hand through Ken's hair. Soft hair with luscious brunette locks.
"Ken, I like you." Marc blurted the words out. What Heather said earlier affected him. Was he really going to wait and let the same thing with Trevor repeat? Wouldn't it be best to confront his feelings head on.
"I like you too." Ken said looking up with his warm green eyes.
Marc bent over and kissed Ken on the lips. Ken fumbled trying to stand up, but Marc kept him sitting on the stairs. There was beauty in height differences.
When Marc pulled away, Ken stammered, "Do you want to have sex?"
"What?" Marc chuckled at the sudden question. Quite a leap from kissing to sex, but Cowmen were no strangers to getting to business.
Marc mulled over how he could explain there was a whole process to getting together, but he was a horny teenager.
Marc grabbed Ken's hand and the two young men raced to Marc's room on the 2nd floor. Once inside they slammed the door shut and began making out. Neither were very gifted, but they made up for it in passion and enthusiasm. Ken wasn't confident in what to do so Marc took the lead.
Pulling off Ken's shirt, Marc threw it to the ground. He pressed himself against the hard body and ran his hands over the muscle. He could tell the biceps, triceps, and pecs held power behind them. Marc planted a kiss on each of the muscles.
From the side of his eye Marc could see Ken's cock twitch under the shorts.
"Oh, you like that?" Marc raised an eyebrow, He grabbed Ken by the waist pulling him closer. He planted harder and longer kisses, letting Ken's cock pulse against him.
"I'll take that as a yes."
Marc placed his hands over Ken's ass. "You have an amazing ass, it's rock solid." Marc was embarrassed saying these things, but Ken was responding to it, so he pressed further. He stuck his hand down Ken's pants placing them between Ken's shorts and underwear.
"I like these hard globes." Marc ran his hand over the fabric of Ken's boxer-briefs. Ken leaned into Marc, putting his head on Marc's shoulder, and resting his body weight on the smaller male. Marc snuck a hand under the waistband of Ken's underwear. Ken released a moan. Marc let his other hand join in kneading the firm white globes. Ken nuzzled into Marc's neck.
Ken stepped out of his shorts, barely moving from his spot while Marc continued to maneuver his ass like a thick helping of dough.
"I bet you love having my hands trapped in your underwear, holding onto your ass." Ken didn't need to respond Marc could see his answer judging by the wet spot that grew on Ken's boxers.
Marc slid one hand out and began to remove, the boxers only stopping when Ken took over. It provided Marc the perfect opportunity to undress himself down to his boxers. Turning back, Marc's mouth went dry. Ken's cock was hanging out in the open. 7 inches and still growing.
Repositioning behind Ken, Marc let his own hardening cock slide against the round backside. His arms wrapped around Ken and grabbed at the cowman's pecs. Ken's cock twitched reaching its peak at 8 inches.
"These are two hard slabs of muscle." Marc's left hand dropped lower, landing on Ken's abs, "These solid blocks are also pretty amazing." Marc chuckled in Ken's ear. "Whoever put you together really knew what they were doing."
Precum formed at the tip and ran down the shaft of Ken's cock, not once stopping.
"Damn, that turned you on!"
Ken's knees wobbled as he struggled to get out the next sentence, "C-C-Cowman grow with love. If you like my body, it's because of you."
Marc digested that for a second, but didn't let up his assault, "I think you're into having your muscles complimented."
A black hand took hold of Ken's cock. "You see I could talk about how big and beautiful this dick is." Marc felt Ken's cock twitch in his left hand. "But you prefer to hear about how muscular and broad your back is." Marc ran his right hand over the muscles that perfectly contoured Ken's back, "You're better sculpted than a greek statue." Ken's breathing became raved as his cock started leaking more precum.
Marc used the precum as lube, coating Ken's shaft in the clear concoction. Marc's left hand was drenched in the substance, but the cowman's cock showed no signs of stopping.
Leaning his face into Ken's ear Marc asked, "Can I fuck you?" It wasn't a topic they had discussed beforehand, but now in the moment, Marc knew what he wanted to do.
Ken nodded. Marc retrieved a condom from his bag one of many the Cowmen inspection doctor had forced him to take. Before, Ken could collapse do to his trembling knees, Marc guided him to the foot of the bed.
Porn wasn't the best reference for having sex, but it had given Marc some ideas. Marc whispered into Ken's ear. Ken put his upper body on the bed, while lifting his legs and resting them on Marc's shoulders.
Precum flowed freely out of Ken's cock. Marc lathered up his hand in the juices and started to roam Ken's body, leaving trails of precum. Everywhere his black hands traced left white flesh smeared.
Marc felt the heat, that came off Ken's ass, against his dick. Ken body shuddered as Marc dragged his cock along the cowman's ass. It wasn't long before the cock found its way between the two hard buns. Marc aligned himself to Ken's hole. Ever since he had sex with Trevor, Marc wasn't sure what to make of the self-cleaning, self-lubricating hole. Just another example that Cowmen weren't humans.
Ken's virginal ass provided little resistance, as Marc's cock slid in. The cowman had to let a moan escape as he felt his anal ring expand to take in Marc's cock. If there had been a moment of pain, it was overtaken by immense pleasure.
"Put your hands behind your head." Marc asked, tweaking one of Ken's nipples. "Let's see your muscles in action."
Ken happily obliged, folding his arms behind his head causing his biceps to flex. A great pose. His body revealed its true potential. Abs, Arms and pecs all brilliantly displayed.
Marc could feel himself salivating at the sight. His body continued to thrust into Ken. He brought the cowman's right leg up to his lips and planted a kiss, then did the same to the left. "These calves are like no other." The teenager continued even kissing the soles of Ken's feet.
Buried to the hilt Marc could feel his balls rest on Ken's ass. He pulled out and thrusted in again. Marc knew he couldn't last longer. He didn't have the stamina for it, problems of being a beginner.
The boys' moans became indistinguishable as they went for the grand finale. Marc leaned in and wrapped Ken in his arms. He put his face into Ken's neck and sniffed getting a strong whiff of Ken's natural scent. Ken on the other hand was barely holding on after having Marc close the distance between them. His cock was effectively trapped between their bodies, aching for release. Ken forced his eyes shut and released a grunt.
That begun their climax.
Bubbling hot, cum forced its way out of their cocks. Marc made sure each of his thrust was in perfect unison with release for his cock. He didn't let up making sure Ken was speared to the hilt every time.
Ken's exploding cock released itself between the contours of their bodies. The cum was forced to slather them both as it was pushed around with Marc's thrusts.
Eventually, Marc stop thrusting and collapsed onto Ken, devoid of energy. Marc found the strength to bring his face closer to Ken's and connect their lips.
After a lot of heavy breathing and waiting the two separated. Their torsos were both caked in Ken's cum. Marc ran his hand through a glob left on him. Using his index finger and thumb Marc could tell Ken's cum had gotten at lot thicker.
"I need a shower," Ken said, cutting off Marc train of thought.
"Let's take one together." Marc smiled a mischievous glint in his eye.
The two young men raced to the shower and cleaned off together, however Marc did not make it easy. He planted kisses and rubbed Ken's body every chance he got. Only when they returned from the shower with towels around their waist did Marc let up.
"Maybe I'll buy us both singlets and we could wrestle." Marc toted.
"Wrestle?" Ken entered the bedroom behind Marc closing the door.
"Yeah, I'd love to see your muscles in action!" Marc sat down on his bed and patted his left thigh. Ken sat in Marc's lap on top of Marc's towel. Marc removed Ken's towel and continued to dry the cowman off.
A noise came from Marc's discarded pants pocket. His cell phone had received a message.
"Uncle T wants me to meet with him in a few minutes downstairs." Marc read the text to Ken. The two boys resumed drying off and getting dressed. Ken decided to head back to his house and wait until Marc was done.
"Stop!" Marc shouted before Ken reached the door.
"Is something wrong?" Ken said turning back.
"I forgot to ask, if you'll be my boyfriend?"
A smile appeared on Ken's face, "Sure." He said in the sweetest way.
"Oh good, I thought after our session you'd be too tired to think," Marc let out a sigh of relief.
"Tired?" Ken tilted his head to the side, "I feel like could go 10 more rounds." For a split-second electricity danced in Ken's eyes causing them to glow.
Marc rubbed his eyes and opened them again. Ken's eyes were back to normal. Was he seeing things?
Ken left the room. Marc relaxed on his bed. He picked up his cell phone and looked at the time. Only 2:00pm. Marc rubbed the back of his head, he thought it was way later. He soon got up to meet his uncle downstairs.
Uncle T stood right at the bottom of the steps and smiled as his nephew came down. Marc thought it was a little weird Uncle T wasn't angry with him at all. Uncle T feared his sister, Marc's mom, would flay them alive if she found out Marc hadn't received some form of punishment for sneaking out. The Farmer admitted to expecting Marc would break some rules, because teenagers often do.
"Have you heard from your mom today?" Uncle T asked as Marc reached the last step.
"No, why?"
Uncle T waved a hand dismissing the topic, "It's fine. She'll probably call you later."
A loud boisterous voice came from the back of the house. Marc knew who it was without having to see the beautiful brown skin, but soon enough Trevor entered.
He wore a tight graphic-less red undershirt. Layered on top was a plaid long sleeve button up with both sleeves rolled back. A pair of dark blue jeans adorned his legs. His feet had a pair of stylish tennis shoes Heather had picked out when they all went shopping. The clothes were very ineffective at concealing all the muscles that stretched the fabric.
Trevor sauntered his way over to Uncle T and Marc. "How's it going?"
Marc's thoughts were too preoccupied, wondering if Trevor could smell Ken's scent. Marc made sure they had spent a long time in the showers. He also couldn't get the image of Trevor body shifting out of his mind.
"We're doing great!" Uncle T smile answering for his nephew as well " If you could both follow me. Uncle T made his wat to the West portion of the building and stood in front of a door.
The Breeding Stations.
Marc gulped as Uncle T pulled out a key and opened the lock. The two young men followed the Farmer as he disappeared behind the door.
A familiar long brown hallway greeted the young duo again. "If these are the breeding stations, why does it look like a hotel?" Marc asked pretending to be shocked. It was a question he had on his mind since his first journey through the area earlier in the summer.
"We believe the hotel feel helps provide a feeling of familiarity but is also a location that is not a cowman's bedroom. They can associate this area with work."
Marc nodded his head. His attention rifted over to Trevor. The 18-year-old had his hands shoved in his pockets as he looked around.
Uncle T began speaking again "Since Trevor want to be a breeder we have to show him this place and as his charge you should know about it too. Funnily enough, usually people see the milking stations first but since Ken nor Trevor have produced any yet here we are." The trio walked and they reached the widows that revealed the rooms interior.
"The first rooms in the breeding stations are private completely sealed off rooms. The further you come down we have these room where people can monitor what's going on." Uncle T led them further down the hallway to a room with another window on the opposite side. "Typically, investors and adults' visitors can peek from this side. On the other side is where workers monitor.'
"Why? Do people need to watch," Trevor asked finally speaking.
Uncle T Mulled over how to approach his answer. "For the investor some are interested in knowing how their money is spent. Other adult visitors want to know what goes on during a cowman breeding." Then Uncle T pointed to the other window. "For us Farmers and workers it a little different though. We watch to help or give tips to Cowmen that need it."
Trevor raised an eyebrow, "Give tips?"
Uncle T nodded his head, "Yes. A worker might even sit in and watch if requested." Uncle T could see Trevor was confused. He opened the door to one of the rooms and ushered the young men inside. Once in, he made Marc and Trevor sit on the bed while he sat across from them on a nearby chair.
"We usually start off a breeding for beginners like this, if they need it. They can ask questions whether it's about positions or stamina, etc."
"But why would Cowmen need help breeding? It's instinct." Trevor stated.
Marc didn't know enough about this topic to share his opinion, so he kept quiet.
Uncle T shook his head. "Instinct might work for Cowmen like you and Ayden, but not everyone can rely on that. For some it's their first-time having sex and they're too nervous to begin. But for the Farm breeding isn't just sex, it's a job and a business. We try to help our Cowmen see it as a job, but ultimately one that can be enjoyable. Sure, both parties could be in and out after a breeding and that's it, but if both can enjoy fully enjoy it, why not? Also, it works for us because it means Cowmen will be more likely to do it again."
"These rooms are to help Cowmen get better at reproduction?" Marc said out loud looking around the room.
A coughed escaped Uncle T's lips, "I'm sure a few have used it because they get turned on not knowing if they're being watched on not."
Marc's mind flashed back to the first breeding he saw. He locked eyes with Trevor who wordlessly acknowledged they were thinking the same thing.
The sound of Uncle T's hands clasping together got both boys attention, "It's time you began your shadowing."
"What?!" Trevor said standing up, "What shadowing?"
Although Trevor was a bit taller, Uncle T remained cool under Trevor's gaze, "Surely, you didn't think we were just going to have an 18-year-old start breeding? No way. You need be trained on what breeding encompasses."
Trevor rested his hands on his hips, "I don't need training. I can definitely get someone pregnant."
Pointing a finger Uncle T said, "That attitude is exactly why you need training. It's not enough just to impregnate someone. What about caring for your partner who's pregnant? What about caring for yourself if you're pregnant?"
Marc saw Trevor's mouth open then shut without a response.
Pulling out a piece of paper, Uncle T began to write. "I'll be pairing you up with Ron. He's already pregnant so you can't see the breeding, but you'll be there for everything else." Uncle T handed the slip to Trevor." That's where you can find his house on the field. Your first job is to get acquainted with him. He's already used to helping out newbies."
Trevor scrunched up his face, "Can I get someone else? I wasn't planning on being the one pregnant."
Shaking his head Uncle T headed towards the door they came through. "That's another reason you need this. It might cause you to rethink that. Off you go." Uncle T motioned for Trevor to leave.
Trevor looked back at Marc unsure whether to leave. He huffed exiting, off to find Ron.
Uncle T closed the door leaving him and his nephew alone.
"Was that okay? He was pretty upset." Marc said.
Uncle T rubbed his temples, then laughed. "I've been doing this for years. It never gets less stressful, but it's always the same. Some Cowmen don't to bottom. It's a dominance thing." Uncle T rubbed his Chin "I don't know if he was like this before shifting, but after topping Ayden, he thinks he's all that."
Marc knew he couldn't reveal that he topped Trevor before the shift.
"Putting him with a cowman like Ron will help give Trevor some perspective. We do this for all the difficult Cowmen. If ultimately, they decide they don't want to be on the bottom or top that's fine, but let's be honest it's usually the former. We won't force them. However, we've found a lot of them can get past their hang ups if they see someone else handle it." The smile Uncle T wore was as if he was congratulating himself on a job well done.
"Also, would you mind telling Ken, Trevor won't be home tonight. I asked Ron to invite him to stay the night."
Marc nodded and got up from the bed. His phone started ringing. "It's my mom." Marc looked at Uncle T.
Uncle T excused himself from the room and left Marc alone.
Marc answered the phone and was greeted by his mom.
"Hi, Sweetie," his mom's soft voice rang out.
The two caught up with Marc making sure to dance around his grounding. As happy as he was the call took a turn for the worst.
"Remember, how we said your stay may extend past the summer?"
"But--
No use in arguing. They had told Marc that there may be a chance he'd have to attend school where his uncle lives. He thought that was worst case scenario, but here they were.
Marc said goodbye to his mom and began making his way out of the breeding stations. Had his dad and mom still not worked things out? Marc didn't think it was something that either could be at fault for. Marc sighed. He felt utterly drained. He'd have to spend a whole school year here. What about his friends? His social life? When he finally looked up Marc had made his way to the front of Trevor and Ken's house.
Marc sighed it must have been muscle memory. He knocked on the door. Didn't take long before it swung open. There stood Ken. He was wearing the tight black t-shirt with the rainbow spectrum Marc had bought him. Marc hadn't admitted but it was his favorite shirt Ken owned. Ken had on his loose black gym shorts, and black tennis shoes with white laces.
Taking in the sight of the cowman. No, his boyfriend. Marc threw his arms around Ken's neck and pulled their bodies closer.
Ken asked what was wrong, but Marc wanted to go inside. The Cowmen let him in as they made their way to Ken's room. Marc sunk into the bean bag chair. Was there something he was supposed to tell Ken? He couldn't remember. The shock of the day did a number on his thought process.
Marc started up a video game while Ken went back to sparring with his punching bag.
Half an hour went by and Marc was starting to feel better. An aroma began to fill the room. Marc hoped Ken would hop in the shower after his workout, his smell was a little too much.
"H-Hey, Marc," Ken's voice said.
Marc didn't take his eyes off the screen, "One minute, I'm about to beat this level. Wait till I get game over. Then I'll do whatever you want."
Ken didn't respond, but instead went back to punching. Twenty minutes later Marc was staring at a GAME OVER screen. He had gotten so close to delivering the crystal emerald.
"Sorry that took a bit what did you want Ken?" Marc asked looking over.
Ken was off in his own little world. He had great form, delivering staggering blows. Being as unathletic as he was Marc couldn't help but be amazed.
The look in Ken's eyes worried Marc. They were oddly vacant.
Ken's punches kept getting faster the punching bag reacted, flying back more, as if it was longer providing resistance. Ken released a grunt with each punch, growing louder. Ken's face, his normally sweet demeanor was replaced by a focused and concentrated stare as sweat started to appear.
"K-Ken you want to slow down there, bud?" Marc managed to say.
It didn't matter. Ken wasn't listening.
His body began to grow. Every punch he landed translated to his muscles bulging. It started from his chest and moved outwards, down to his shoulders to his biceps, through his glutes, over his quads and calves until it reached his feet and hands respectively. They pulsed with growth again and again. His rapidly growing chest burst out of his shirt. Turning Marc's gift to shreds.
However, it now provided a better view to see the changes happen. Ken's pecs pushed out and the valley between them became deeper. His abs followed suit becoming thicker and deeply defined. All the while his veins were forced to rise to the surface. They were sending the pulse of growth to each muscle that needed it.
Marc's shock didn't end even when he realized, Ken ripped through the loose gym shorts. Rather the cowman's thick thighs demanded space the shorts could no longer provide. The cowman's feet burst out of his tennis shoes. This left Ken in only his underwear, but they would soon fail as well.
Not once had Ken faltered in hitting the punching bag.
His body was accepting of the change. This is what it meant to witness a Shifting.
Ken roared throwing a punch, in one fell swoop the punching bad snapped off and went flying onto the wall exploding into sand. Marc jolted back off the bean bag.
Ken turned around to fully face Marc. His eyes were glowing green. They honed onto Marc's position.
Marc felt the air fly out of his lungs.
"Game Over, Marc."
The cowman's muscles were not finished their growth. Although the punching bag was destroyed, they continued to expand. Marc could only stare in awe. Ken snatched the controller out of Marc's hand and threw it across the room.
Marc wondered if he could make a run for it, but the door to Ken's room was close. No way he'd make it out before he was caught. Before his thoughts could go further a smell hit his nose. Ken's scent, a woodland, pine scent with a hint of a sweet-smelling flower. It shrouded the room and turned into an aphrodisiac. Marc could feel his pants starting to rise.
"Get on the bed." When Marc didn't make a move, Ken bent down grabbed Marc by his shirt and flung him on the bed. The 16-year-old felt his body get launched in the air and his feet disconnect from the floor for a moment before he crashed onto the soft bed.
"Clothes off."
As if a warped joke, Ken's body pulsed, and the constitution of his boxer-briefs surrendered to the crippling weight of his growing bulge and expanding ass. His underwear remains fell unceremoniously to the ground.
The cock that had been hidden was now at its full 8-inch length but had gained more girth. His helmet shaped head turned a shade of purple waiting to explode.
Ken crawled onto the bed, making his way to Marc. His cock swayed between his legs, fatter than a stick of kielbasa.
And then, there Ken was looming over Marc. The younger male could feel masculine energy radiating from Ken's form. An overwhelming heat engulfed Marc's senses.
Marc took a deep breath. He had to mentally prepare for this. To bad that his deep breath made him inhale even more of Ken's erotic scent. He felt his mind giving way to lust. Marc was not going to give over so easily. If he was going to lose himself, he needed Ken to know that it was okay.
"Let's do this!" Marc said. He wouldn't resist. He would see this through to the end.
Without waiting Ken reached down and ripped Marc's shirt open. Marc slid off his pants as Ken pulled on them and chucked them aside.
Ken's mouth crashed into Marc's. It was anything but passionless it was both purposeful and wild. Marc tried his best to compete, but Ken's tongue mercilessly invaded his mouth.
Wondering when Ken learned to kiss so aggressively ran through Marc's mind. The word "instinct" popped into Marc's head and he thought about what Trevor said earlier. Breeding was instinctual for some Cowmen.
Ken separated from the kiss and dragged his torso along Marc's face. Marc had no choice, but to kiss and run his tongue over the pecs and abs that were presented to him. Ken grabbed the back of Marc's head and forced him to suck on his nipple. As Marc sucked, no milk came out, he sucked harder savoring the taste of Ken's sweat. Ken released a deep guttural growl, purely animalistic.
Ken shuffled Marc's head so the boy could suck on the other teat.
Marc couldn't help but try to coax some milk out, but still nothing came. He ran his hands around Ken's torso and pecs, which all continued to grow as he sucked.
Ken repositioned himself so Marc's tongue could run down his nonexistent treasure trail. As much as he was growing, Ken's body remained smooth, only getting thicker, head hair, pubic hair, underarm hair.
A cowman's cock bursting with excitement was presented to Marc's face. Marc knew what was expected of him. He stuck the tip of the dick in his mouth. That's all he could do. As inexperience as he was, he knew there was no way he could get the whole thing in. He felt a drop of precum hit his tongue and go down his throat. Marc moaned at the taste. As he sucked Ken released more precum into Marc's eager gullet. Marc felt his esophagus surge each time precum travelled down. He could feel his mouth widening to take in more of Ken's length. Before Marc could take the whole thing, Ken pulled out.
The towering cowman rested his cock on Marc's face. Marc felt his own saliva and the intense heat against his cheek. He had to keep one eye closed since the weight of Ken's cock was on top of it. He felt Ken's balls against his chin, they were active, as if they were currently producing cum. The cock throbbed against Marc's face. With his one good eye, Marc watched the cock twitch and grow. Marc was confused Ken's cock was only 8 inches long and already fully hard.
"Holy shit," Marc whispered, Ken's cock wasn't only going to grow fatter.
"You like watching me grow, don't you?" Ken's cock throbbed against Marc's face, taking up real estate. The tip dripped precum into Marc's tightly curled black hair, soaking up the spillage like a sponge.
Marc stole a glance at Ken's face. Gone was sweet demeanor of a puppy. Replaced with the predatory sensation of a wolf.
Ken grabbed his cocked and slammed it down onto Marc's face. "You hear that? That's what a man's cock sounds like." He repeated the action, "Fucking meaty."
Marc was aghast, but not repulsed. The sudden change in the power dynamics of their relationship threw him for a loop. When he had glimpsed at Trevor's shift, he thought he knew what was going on, but this was something else.
Ken snickered, "You think you had me all figured out. That I loved being complimented for my muscles." Ken posed and kissed his biceps. "Well that made be true, but it only took me a second to sniff out what you're into." He leaned down bringing his face closer to Marc's, "You love watching me grow."
Stunned wasn't even a word to describe Marc's feelings anymore. Too much was happening his brain was firing off to keep up. None of this was aided by the haziness and lust caused by Ken's aroma. Marc thought back to Trevor fucking Ayden and how his body moved and morphed. He knew he had been turned on, but his conflicted feelings about it had played a part in him being torn up about it.
He had no need to worry though. Ken and his big dick were there to keep all the complicated thoughts out of Marc's mind. Marc felt the head of Ken's dick slip pass his crack. Ken's cockhead teased entering him.
"It's too big. It won't fit." Marc tried to gently pull away. He had no problem with bottoming, but this was beyond absurd.
"Shhh," Ken brought a finger to Marc's mouth.
Marc felt his ass get Ken's precum smeared against it. Marc felt Ken's cock trying to gain entry. More precum trickled out and Marc found his asshole opening as Ken's cockhead slipped inside. Much like Marc's throat, Ken's precum had loosened up Marc's ass to take big endowments. As Marc got thrusted into, he couldn't help but think Cowmen truly had unique abilities.
Ken got himself up to the hilt, buried in Marc. He began thrusting harder.
Marc held onto Ken's arms for dear life to keep up with the thrusting, any moment his brain would fly out of his skull. They were going that fast, or was the sex that good? Marc closed his eyes hard trying to focus. Ken's scent was very disarming. Marc tried to get a sense of what was happening outside of how he felt.
He focused on the center of the action; his ass getting fucked by a cowman. The dick slid out then came all the way back in. Ken's balls would slam against Marc's ass then go back to place. There was another sensation. Marc focused hard on it. The cock inside Marc throbbed with a warm energy. Marc eyes flung open and were met with glowing greens orbs staring back at him. Marc realized it.
Ken's cock was growing inside Marc. Each thrust was deeper than the last. Meanwhile, Ken's muscles continue to pulse with power. Marc had a front row seat. Unable to move. Not that he would even if he had the option to.
Marc lost himself in Ken's shift. He let one of his hands release Ken's arms to explore the cowman's body. Pushing into the muscles rewarded Marc with the muscles pushing back with a surge of growth.
Ken was growing so big. Huge. A glimpse of Trevor's shift popped back into Marc's head. Fuck. Both of his Cowmen were enormous. Marc's feelings seemed to flow right into his cock making it reach the point of no return.
The motion between the grinding hips hastened.
Marc felt his balls tighten as Ken fucked a load right out of him. His cum went rocketing and landed on his neck.
Ken pulled out and grunting releasing his load on top of Marc's body. Ken's cum managed to land on Marc's face even slipping a bit past his lips. Marc wasn't sure if the load would ever stop.
Ken collapsed on top of Marc their hard-naked bodies entangled with one another. With his eyes closed, Ken kissed the side of Marc's face licking up cum. He dragged his right hand through a puddle on Marc's body. He presented it with his fingers to Marc's mouth. Marc stuck his tongue and licked cautiously. A hot, sweet, and thick concoction. Ken's cum without a doubt.
"Whew," Marc let out a sigh of relief. I'm glad you're back to normal.
Ken's eyes snapped open, glowing fiercely. "That was just round one, we can't end it there."
Ken's body tensed. A pulse shot through; his body became even thicker as each muscle sought room to grow. Marc felt the weight on top of his body grow. Their impression on the bed became even deeper as Ken added more mass. Ken's soft cock began to reharden and lengthen.
Marc's body shivered in fear and anticipation.