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CH 16.
"Ken and Trevor are Bullmen!" Marc exclaimed. He was sure of it.
Uncle T gestured towards a chair at the table, "Have a seat"
Marc tightened the towel around his waist and took a seat.
"Wait makes you think they are?"
"Wait... you know already, don't you?"
"This is my life's work, kid. I suspected. Why do you think I was going to see Princeton so often?" he asked.
"Well, he's all alone, so maybe you wanted to give him love or something?"
Uncle T laughed, "So you are learning. You're not a 100% correct, but I thought some things were off about them, and I had to be sure."
"Things like?" Marc cocked an eyebrow.
Uncle T gestured, "Your body for one. How much milk did you drink?"
Marc put his hands together in his lap and avoided looking at his uncle. "I only had like a drop of Trevor's, but for Ken I may have... drunk him dry."
"Dry!" Uncle T croaked. "Dry?" "I didn't do it on purpose?" Marc shrugged. "It was kind of addictive, once I started, I couldn't stop. I think?"
"Marc," Uncle T's voice was soft; he reached across the table for his nephew's hand.
He took it, still avoiding eye contact.
"Bullmen's milk is something more. Cowmen's milk is great, but this thing Bullmen produce, look at your body. You have to be careful in the future."
"Why?" Mark asked. "This doesn't seem like something."
"Marc, Bullmen don't usually produce milk."
"I know, I remember that much."
"Well, those that do, only done it for breeding season. Princeton could produce milk...—"
"Lemme guess," Marc interrupted. "All year long like the other cowmen?"
His uncle nodded, "The fact that Ken and Trevor can both produce milk is exceptional. But Farmers usually have to treat the milk to reduce the effects."
Marc nodded his head absently.
Uncle T leaned forward in his chair placing his elbows on the table and interlocking his fingers, "Tell me why YOU believe Ken and Trevor are both Bullmen. What lead you to that conclusion?"
"I wasn't even aware at first, but once I started to pay attention, things started to add up," Marc admitted.
"Things started to add up?" Uncle T arched an eyebrow, beckoning Marc to continue.
"The Cowmen here on the farm always avoided them. They treated them like pariahs. I dunno, it's as if they know. I think they can smell it maybe? Smell that they're Bullmen, I mean," Marc clarified.
Marc's eyes had wandered down to the dining room table as he continued; "When we first met Dru, Sheila and Ayden, they all said that Ken and Trevor smelled. But, it's what Ayden said that got me thinking. Dru and Sheila thought they were lower-tier Cowmen... and at first, I took offense without even knowing what it meant. Xander had clarified that they smell nothing like that. Ayden had made similar statements. He's top-tier, right? So, his sense of smell is superior to theirs."
"Which means?" Uncle T asked. The look he gave Marc revealed he already knew the answer but wanted Marc to air out all his theories.
"Which means Ayden was probably smelling something they couldn't. And while I'm on the topic of Ayden. He's supposed to be this great cowman, but I thought it was odd how Ken struck him out. If Ken was truly low-tier that shouldn't have been possible."
"He hit him?" Uncle T asked.
"It's a baseball thing, he hit the ball further." The relief that crossed his Uncle's face put a smile on his. "On the topic of fighting, Trevor said they pitted him against adult Cowmen... that doesn't seem a bit strange? Especially since he was winning! And then, there was the time they fought over me, Cowmen are supposed to be passive and they were ticking all categories of aggressive."
Uncle T crossed his arms and nodded his head, "And that's how you reached your conclusion?"
Marc took a long breath before speaking again, "No. Xander asked me If I had ever smelled something from Ken and Trevor and I have. That was what made me start putting pieces together, because I have smelt something from them. Then, Heather said Princeton smelled like beach after she had Bullmen's milk. I didn't make that connection till I was draining Ken."
"When did Heather have Bullmen's milk?" Uncle T asked.
Marc perked his head up to look at Uncle T, "Oh...um she mentioned it over the phone so I'm not sure. Anyway, you mentioned there was something special about Bullmen's milk. I read an article that said it has exquisite taste and interacts in positive ways with human physiology."
Marc looked down at his sculpted and bulkier body. Water droplets clung to him and a few made their way down his pecs. "I'm guessing this is what they meant. Though even before drinking their milk, I asked Trevor about his shifting and he told me something that didn't line up at all." Marc at Uncle T. "What do you think? Do you believe me?"
Uncle T sighed, "I have no choice, but to believe you. I mean look at you. The proof is right there." Uncle T rested his hands on the table. "When they fought, that was what tipped me off. "Cowmen hardly ever come to blows, maybe if a life was in danger, or some injustice. I think fighting over you was a dominance thing whether they knew it or not."
"Dominance over me?"
"Maybe, or maybe it wasn't really about you. Ken and Trevor are Bullmen. They're Alphas among alphas. Even top-tier cowmen mean nothing. Cowmen are all about sex and growth. While Bullmen are all about dominance. They can get quite territorial."
"But Ken and Trevor aren't like that!" Marc protested.
"I know they're not." Uncle T held up a hand to stop Marc's protest. "That's because they weren't raised to lean into it."
"What do you mean?"
Uncle T shook his head. "This is terrible to admit, but Farmers didn't know what to do with Bullmen. Many farmers thought that playing into a bullman's natural urges was right. That Bullmen should dominate over all the Cowmen but..."
"But?" Marc leaned forward.
"Marc have you ever tried to break in a rowdy horse. One that doesn't want a rider."
Marc's mind flashed an image of a naked Brett. "Um... no why do you ask?"
"Basically, as a Farmer, you're in charge of the whole place. It's your job to keep the peace, but Bullmen don't like to share. It led to a lot of fights. Some Cowmen and Farmer's ended up getting eaten whole by the Bullmen who were taught others were meant to be subservient."
"That sounds like the farmers should have thought that through. What happened to the Bullmen that ate people?" Marc asked.
"Well initially they grew larger and stronger from those they consumed, but of course they all had to be brought to justice." Uncle T looked up at the ceiling and smiled. "When Randall and Princeton met, they were both pretty young. Though Randall was determined to raise Princeton right. It seems so obvious now, but Randall showered Princeton with love and kindness and didn't reward or encourage him to be overly dominate."
"Basically, Ken and Trevor aren't as domineering because no one encouraged it in them? They're okay then!"
"I don't know, Princeton still ate Randall. Although he swears it wasn't like that. I'm inclined to believe him. I've known him so long, but Randall was my friend." Uncle T seemed very conflicted. "Regardless, you're taking this much better than I expected you to. A few months ago, you were terrified to death."
Marc shrugged. "I've been around Cowmen, as well as Ken and Trevor long enough. They're like overgrown puppies, or teddy bears. I'm not afraid of either species."
"Good to hear." Uncle T smiled, "That's a lot of growth." Then Uncle T's face turned sour, "But we still have a problem."
"What?"
"The fact that Ken and Trevor are here."
"We can't get rid of them."
"No, don't misunderstand me Marc. Listen, Bullmen were never common, but in recent years they're even rarer."
"The article I read alluded to Farmers trying to breed them out."
Uncle T gave Marc a sideways glance. "I've never had Bullmen so I can't say for certain, but I wouldn't put it past them, or `us' whichever you prefer. As farmers we want the best for our farm and Bullmen were interfering with that hierarchy and stability. Of course, that was only due to farms not raising Bullmen properly but, it's hard to convince someone they've done wrong. In this case farmers decided to believe the entire Bullmen species was defective, rather than their methods of handling them."
"I see how that's bad, but what does that have to do with Ken and Trevor?"
"Marc, I need you to think. If Princeton winding up on a farm was a rarity, how did our farm end up with two?"
Marc let it sink in for a moment; was it so strange that 2 Bullmen existed on the same farm?
"Moreover, than that. What bothers me is how we got Ken and Trevor."
"How did you?"
"We rescued them. Me, the farm, along with the local police station. We did a few undercover missions. Like going in to see cage fights. The police even gave us these tiny cameras to hide on our bodies and record stuff. We still have a few lying around here."
"What's wrong with that? Seems straight forward, there was a problem and you rushed into help."
Uncle T crossed his arms, "The problem is we learned about Ken and Trevor through two separate anonymous tips. They claimed young Cowmen were being mistreated and that they contacted me because they saw me on TV. Now that's nothing new I'm a lil' bit famous, but for both of the kids we rescued to be Bullmen? There's no way we can chalk that up to a coincidence."
"Do Trevor and Ken know?" Marc asked
"Probably not, Bullmen are usually easy to spot by their aggressive nature. Not to mention a DNA test run by the farm helps too. Honestly, I'm surprised they've only tried to bash each other heads in once. Cowmen just need the right genes to give birth to a Bullmen. Typically, the higher the tier the higher the percentage of having Bullmen. So, it's quite possible their parents didn't even know, given the type of farm they were living on." Uncle T sighed and leaned his head back in the chair. "I did not need this today. "Not only am I missing milk, but now I have to break this news to those two boys."
"You're missing milk?"
Uncle T nodded his head. "Not a lot, a few bottles, I bet some of the Cowmen wanted to take some to give out."
"Don't you have cameras?"
"We do, but they didn't get anything. I am curious as to who would need the milk that badly and only just a few."
The image of Dru and Sheila popped into Marc's head. "I'm sure you'll find them, but in the meantime how about you let me worry about Ken and Trevor."
"You want to tell them?"
"They are my charges."
"Okay, then." Uncle T gave a big smile.
"What?"
"You've come a long way from the kid that was scared a bullman would eat him." Marc chuckled at that one, if only he knew how far down the gutter he'd gone with that one.
"I know more now. Plus, I know Ken and Trevor personally so that helps." Marc stood up from his chair and started walking to the back door.
"Marc," Uncle T arched an Eyebrow, "Your clothes?"
Marc became aware of the air hitting his naked skin. The last of the water droplets that clung to him dried up. He glanced at his body and fled upstairs.
There were a few outfits Marc was able to find that fit, but it had been a challenge getting into them. A lot of his new muscles made it a chore to hold his chest and ass. Once dressed Marc made his way to Ken and Trevor's house.
He knocked on the door. His thoughts were concerned with how Ken and Trevor would react. Would they be happy, angry, sad, indifferent? It made Marc nervous after all the talk of Bullmen he never once asked Ken, or Trevor what their thoughts were.
"Come in," a voice rang out.
Stepping inside Marc found both Ken and Trevor lounging on the couch in their living room. Both were stripped down to their underwear. They were absent-mindedly watching TV together. Marc briefly considered maybe they weren't Bullmen; they were lounging so peacefully. Off to the side Marc spotted two portable breast pumps; Uncle T must have given it to them. Marc shook his head; there was too much evidence.
Marc walked in front of the TV, obscuring the boys' view.
"Marc could you like...move?" Trevor said.
"Hey, you look different?" Ken said reclined into the couch, "You look stronger."
"Where'd you get that ass, Marc?" Trevor inquired. "I mean, what was there before was great, but damn, you've filled out!"
"I have something to tell you guys and I need you both to listen."
Immediately Ken turned off the TV. The two boys sat up on the couch.
"Wow that was quick," Marc said.
"What did you expect?" Ken asked.
"I dunno, a little defiance? Annoyance? I dunno, not... that."
"Marc, you're not the type of guy to come in, block the TV, tell us you have something important to say unless you actually did," Trevor stated.
"We're all ears." Ken nodded.
Marc didn't know how to say it. If he should cut to the chase or give a monologue. The two Cowme— No—Bullmen's eyes were locked on him.
"You're both Bullmen," Marc blurted out. He was scared and nervous, but in the end all he wanted was to give the, the truth.
At first Ken and Trevor made face like they were going to laugh, but when Marc didn't crack a smile, Ken and Trevor's faces started to frown.
"Uncle T and I have been talking all morning."
"I'm not a Bullman," Trevor stated.
"I don't think I am either," Ken agreed.
"Come on guys. Didn't you wonder why the Cowmen stayed away from you? The way you guys smell, your shifts, and your milk." Marc held his mouth on the milk part. He could almost taste the two boys. "Look at me; this happened after I drank your milk Ken!"
"Wait, you milked Ken?" Trevor eyes flew to his roommate. A hint of jealousy in his voice.
"But I don't want to be a Bullman," Ken's voice sounded younger as if he had regressed.
"Good, because we're not." Trevor stood up and poked a finger in Marc's chest. "Don't go spouting off things you don't know."
Marc was taken aback by Trevor's sudden disdain. "I'm swear I'm not making this up. If you want a DNA test, I'm sure my Uncle could get you both one."
"My parents were two top-tier Cowmen. They were Cowmen through and through. Are you trying to tell me I'm not like them?"
"My uncle said the higher the tier the more likely Cowmen are to produce Bullmen offspring."
Trevor staggered back to the couch. "This can't be real."
"I don't want to be a bullman," Ken said.
Marc watched the two muscled young men get dejected, "Guys what's wrong? Bullmen are a sub species like Bengal tigers vs Sumatran tigers, or Siberian tigers."
Trevor gave Marc a pissed off look. "We learned about Bullmen in school. They're aggressive and mean. What are you saying about us?"
The intense glare from Ken and Trevor were putting Marc on the spot. "Uncle T says that aggressiveness is because of how they were raised...mostly."
Ken spoke up, "In school they told us Bullmen were just naturally more violent and caused trouble." He leaned forward, resting his chin on his interlocked hands, "Though they also said Bullmen were smarter and stronger." Ken turned to Trevor. "That could explain your fighting skills and how we were able to do so well in Cowmen summer school."
Trevor shot up from the couch, "I don't believe this. I'm the same as my dads." Trevor walked into is room and came out carrying shorts. He put them on and tied his shoes. He pointed at Marc, "I want that DNA test!" Trevor stormed out of the house leaving Ken and Marc alone.
Marc looked at Ken, "What's wrong with him?"
"Trevor really loves his dads. He looks up to them. I think he thought he'd grow up to be like them, but now I guess he knows he was never like them," Ken said.
There was a pit growing in the pit of Marc's stomach. He should have known this. Didn't Trevor tell Marc that he needed to open up more. Marc had a lot of making up to do. However, there was a person here that still needed Marc's help.
Marc balled his fists mustering up courage and sat on the couch next Ken. He put his hand on Ken's back rubbing it. "How are you doing? How come you're not flying into a rage."
Ken leaned his head onto Marc's shoulder, "I never knew my parents. I hardly saw others on my old farm. I never had any expectations of what I should be like. Though I do wonder what my parents were like. Were they happy? Were they good people? Was one a Bullmen?"
Marc nuzzled Ken's brown hair, "To make someone as nice as you I'm sure they were great."
Ken gave a sad chuckle. "I feel the same about you."
"My parents are pretty great!" Marc smiled.
"Why did they leave you here?"
Marc took a deep breath. He could do this. It was time he shared more of himself. He wanted to close the gap between himself and everyone. "My parents wanted another kid. But after me, they didn't want to risk my mother's health, so they looked into adopting. We started fostering in hope to adopt. I got an amazing foster sister. She was only about 6. I don't know all the specifics, but apparently there was a lot happening at her actual home. Though her mother still had the ability to get her back if she pulled herself together. Anyway, we did this stupid dance where my foster sister would be with us, then her birth mother would get her again, then she'd lose her again. I think that mental strain became too much on my parents. They got tired of it."
The two sat on the couch. Marc continued rubbing Ken's back.
"I'm sorry to hear that," Ken said.
"Don't worry, I'm mostly over it," Marc admitted.
Ken stayed quiet for a long while, listening to Marc's heartbeat.
Ken grabbed Marc's hand, "Marc, I think we should take a break."
"What? Why?!" Marc asked.
Ken paused before talking. He wanted to make sure he said the right words. "This whole Bullmen thing is a lot to take in. I don't think I can be a good boyfriend and deal with this at the same time."
"It's fine if you need time, but we don't need to break up," Marc defended.
Ken removed his head and placed a hand on Marc's shoulder." Marc during the summer you hated the idea of Bullmen. Have you sat down to consider what that means?"
"I've had my suspicions for a while. So yes." Marc stated.
Ken nodded his head, "Okay well, I haven't. Like I said I'm not upset like Trevor is, but it's still a lot to take in. The fact that I can eat people is weighing on me."
"All Cowmen can eat people."
"But Bullmen are the one's known for doing it. How do you think that makes me feel?" Ken put his hand on his chest, "When I shifted, I hurt you. Do you know how worried I was after I came to?" Ken let out a long exhale. "Maybe... I'm not taking this better than Trevor. I'm sorry, but could you leave? I think I need to be alone."
Marc shut the door to Ken and Trevor's house. He didn't know what to say he had come in and dropped a truth bomb and it went off in his face. However, it was a truth both the young Bullmen needed to hear.
That was how September ended.
The test results came in October confirming that Trevor and Ken were indeed Bullmen. Though they still weren't pleased they seemed to take the confirmation in stride.
The second challenge was whether to tell the other Cowmen on the Farm about Ken and Trevor. Uncle T left the decision in the boys' hands, stating his support for either choice. Though ultimately it would be up to Ken and Trevor to decide, Marc was in charge of making sure it went well.
Marc decided the first person they should tell was Ayden. He was a top-tier Cowman and could probably relate closer to the Bullmen than anyone else, not to mention all the Cowman in their generation looked up to him as a leader. Marc felt very proud for coming up with that idea.
"What?! No way? Are you guys serious?" Ayden exclaimed. He had come to Ken and Trevor's place after being invited. He was currently sitting on their couch while the three young men stood around him.
"That's amazing!" Ayden jumped up.
"Really?" Marc's nervousness faded away.
"Yeah, I always wondered how Ken got me out in baseball!" Ayden patted Ken's pack. "And why you didn't let me top you during the shift." Ayden put his hand on Trevor's shoulder.
"It was a dominance thing. Bullmen are very alpha," Trevor explained.
"Oh so, like you guys don't bottom?" Ayden asked.
Trevor looked at Marc. Marc had fucked Trevor's ass before, but after he shifted it never really came up. Marc mulled it over, even with Ken there wasn't any penetration.
Trevor answered first, "I bottomed for Marc before, but since my Shift I've only topped people. I've been working with Ron, a breeder, and we've talked about it some. My aversion to birthing kids might be the bullman in me."
"I don't want to bottom either. In fact, it makes me feel like I'm submitting," Ken said.
Ayden nodded his head, taking in the information. "But what if Marc wanted to fuck you guys now?"
Marc's mouth dropped open and he looked at his two charges. That question came out of left field. But the horny teenager in Marc did want to know. Too bad Ken and Trevor both had deep pondering faces as they looked at each other, then at Marc.
"I really wanna fuck Marc...," Trevor said
"... but I'd rather be the one fucking him." Marc tried to keep his expression as minimal as possible as Ken finished for Trevor.
He wasn't sure if he liked that they wouldn't bottom for him, but ultimately, he didn't mind. If the studs wanted him every which way, he would gladly offer them every end. The thought of being spit roasted by them caused an immediate reaction in his nether regions. He had to shake himself sensibly and focus on the matter at hand.
"But," both Bullmen said. They stared at Marc neither finishing their statement. Marc and Ayden locked eyes. It was their turn to nonverbally communicate. The "But" revealed Ken and Trevor personally wouldn't mind, though as Bullmen something inherently inside of them didn't want it.
From there Ayden was as he always was. A perfect gentleman. He promised to keep the boy's secret until they were ready to share.
In mid-October, Marc finally got to go see the Milking Stations because the boys were ready for another milking. It looked just like the breeding stations, except on the inside of each of the individual rooms where not beds, but machines for draining Cowmen.
"All you have to do is place these over your nipples." Weston passed two suction tubes over.
Marc stood away watching Ken and Trevor get ready. There was a divider between the boys allowing privacy, but from where Marc was, he could see all. The two Bullmen were shirtless and getting hooked up to be milked.
Trevor had already known what do. Last time, he came here, and Deborah had helped him out, but Ken needed help since Marc had manually nursed on his pecs.
"Okay and now I'll just flip this switch and the machine will start collecting your milk." Weston activated the matching and walked over to Marc. The machine came to life with noise filling the room.
"Woah," Ken shook in his seat.
"It's sensitive. Isn't it? It's like foreplay." Trevor leaned into his chair.
Marc watched as his boys' milk flowed through tubes and started filling their respective canisters. They sat for 30 mins and when their pecs were empty Weston took the cannisters. "Now we have to put some into bottles and the others can go into cartons."
"What are the bottles for?" Marc asked.
"Well, we use the bottles to test the milk to make sure it's good and the cartons will be treated and sent out to stores." Weston held up a bottle, "Slap some tape and write their name on it and you're done. Don't forget to carry it to the refrigeration unit." Weston held out the bottle, "Here you want some?" He held out a bottle with Trevor's name on it.
Marc kindly took the bottle he made sure not to look at Trevor's face, it was embarrassing enough. Marc passed Ken and Trevor their shirts as the two Bullmen stood up.
"I got some new video games; Do you two wanna come play them?"
"Hell, yeah I need a break from working out all the time," Trevor said and threw his shirt over his shoulder.
"Ken?" Marc asked hopeful.
Avoiding eye contact, Ken turned away before responding, "Um...Sure, but you two go ahead I'll meet up with you guys later."
Marc eyes flew over to Weston. The worker was examining the milk thoroughly; he held it up to the light. Marc hoped there wasn't something wrong with it. He knew Weston was only doing his job, but did he have to stare so intensely? Marc walked out of the room.
Trevor noted the crestfallen expression Marc's face and ran after him. "Why's there a frown on my favorite face?"
Marc shoved his hands into his pockets and sighed at the compliment. "Ken kind of broke up with me."
"The Bullmen thing?" Trevor asked.
Marc nodded, looking away. "I get it though, I do. I mean, getting accustomed to this body? It's... it's weird. It's not the same, but I'm different in a short space of time, nothing fits anymore, the way people regard me is different; I'm still Marc."
"I never took the time to think about that. I just assumed you took it like a Cowman like the rest of u—them," Trevor quirked, wrapping an arm around Marc leading him back to his room.
"I'm fine now, but Ken didn't even take the time to see if what we did to me was okay. I hate this. I hate that we can't talk. It's like those stupid TV shows where they have amicable breakups, but are total assholes to each other."
Stepping into their hovel, Trevor tossed his shirt aside flooding the room in his earthy musk, "Do you think he's being an asshole to you?"
"Of course not. He's dealing, he just needs time to adjust. But how do I adjust without him?" Marc breathed before taking a seat.
Trevor tossed his pants aside and slunk into the couch beside Marc in his boxers, "I'm sure he'll come around soon. In the meantime, you still have me."
Marc smiled and tried not to think about the earthy pheromones oozing from Trevor's body, much less the giant sack of potatoes bulging his grey boxers.
November rolled by and Marc found himself having to take advantage of the last of the warm temperatures. He was outside painting a wooden fence as a chore for Uncle T. Luckily, Ayden had offered to help, and Deborah had joined them.
"Are your arms getting tired yet?" Deborah asked.
"Deborah, your strokes are meticulous." Marc pointed out, "My arms would be tired too if I strived for perfection the way you do."
"Or maybe it's those giant muscles of yours, if I didn't know better I'd think you were a Cowman," she laughed.
"I'd have probably bred him by now, if that were the case," Ayden joked.
Marc froze at the comment, he definitely found Ayden attractive, but did Ayden find him attractive? Attractive enough to breed him?
"Seems you broke him Ayden."
"Marc, I'm sorry, I thought I could joke like that with you. You know, since..."
Marc got, as close to a blush as possible before slyly responding, "How are you so sure, I'd be the one with the calf in the barn?"
Ayden froze before red tinted his cheeks. "Look at that, Marc beat you at your own game."
"Shush, Deborah and keep stroking meticulously over there!" Ayden joked back.
Marc smiled at the two of them, "Thanks for helping me out guys. I really appreciate it."
"No problem, I like helping out. Helping you out, is an added bonus." Marc watched as Ayden's jeans curved to his backside as he dipped his brush in the paint tin.
Deborah laughed, "I thought you joined to get away from your many admirers... over there."
"That's definitely a part of it. But it's mostly Marc," Ayden admitted.
"Wow, that makes me feel weirdly good. Thanks Ayden," Marc subconsciously reached over to give him a hug. It was an amazing feeling he was warm, muscular and smelled like what sex looks like, not what it actually smells like.
"They could at least offer to help. We should make them help us," Deborah huffed.
"You could go over there and ask," Marc said.
Deborah's voice got quieter, "Um... I don't do forceful very well." She let her eyes go over to Ayden.
Ayden released Marc and sighed, "I'm not going to ask. We can do it. I'm not in the mood to be ogled today. I don't mind it, but I can't be bothered with the eyes on my ass and dick all day. I have a face too."
"A very handsome one at that," Marc quipped before painting Ayden's nose white.
Ayden smirked, before putting his paintbrush on the fence. "You know it's over for you, right?"
Marc barely had the chance to take into consideration what was happening. Before he could react, he was on his back with legs wrapped around Ayden and they were rolling on the ground. With singleness setting in, he was hornier than usual and he was certain Ayden could feel his body reacting. But what was worse was that he could feel the same reactions in Ayden.
"Are Ken and Trevor not going to join us?" Ayden breathed, his weight bearing down on Marc, his crotch slowly grinding into him.
He looked up at Ayden's features, his skin like gold in the setting sun, "I think Trevor's off with Ron, learning how to be a breeder."
"If you're looking for Ken," Deborah chimed in. "I saw him taking a stroll with Isabella."
Marc turned his head away from the inquisitive glance Ayden gave him before detangling himself from the Cowman and continuing to paint the fence. He wasn't going to be the guy who assumed his ex was dating this tall amazon with luscious fiery hair and beautiful eyes and an amazing scent and someone who was his own species.
Ayden dusted of his jeans and chuckled, "Anyone else find it strange how she always and I mean ALWAYS, smells so damn good? It's like, there's something more to it that makes my mind go haywire."
"I know right?! I love her perfume too, I have to ask where she gets it," Deborah shared.
Ayden bent over and whispered into Marc's ear, "If Trevor is a breeder how will that work? Will he only impregnate Cowmen?"
The question pulled Marc back into reality. "I'm not sure, I did a bit more research and Bullmen don't like to bottom, but there have been cases of A Bullmen offspring that had two Bullmen parents so... obviously it's not impossible."
What are you two whispering about over there," Deborah asked.
"We're making fun of the audience, especially since me and Marc got frisky," Ayden joked.
Despite the diminishing light, the three were able to get the painting job done before nightfall. Ayden and Marc waved goodbye to Deborah before they walked to Trevor and Ken's house.
After a few knocks, Ken froze when he opened the door. He greeted Ayden with a hug, but ushered Marc in. Dru, Sheila and Xander sat, rather attentively in the couch. Ayden reading the room pulled the confused Marc to one side and into his lap in an armchair.
Trevor walked to the front of the room and joined Ken, "We have something to tell you guys."
"We're Bullmen," Ken finished with an unenthusiastic wave of his fingers.
Xander grabbed his head like his mind exploded, "No way. No fucking way this explains so much!!!"
Dru laughed "Yeah it explains Marc's body, why Trevor fucks like a machine, and why Ken practically knocked the soul out of Marc during his shift."
Marc saw Ken's face twitch, at the comment. It was bad enough that he was in Ayden's lap, but the Bullman's fingers gripped his waist in place. Even if he wanted to move, he knew he couldn't.
Sheila slapped Dru on the shoulder, "Uncalled for." She turned back to the two Bullmen. "Thanks for trusting us with this. Does anyone else know? Ayden seems pretty comfortable over there with your man, Ken."
Ken looked away, "We're no longer together. We haven't been for a while."
"Oh. Shi—." Sheila had slapped a hand over Dru's mouth, muffling whatever disdainful thing he was about to say.
Xander shot a disgusted look at Dru, "Does anyone else know about the bullmen thing, besides us?"
"We need more time to think it out. We're not sure how everyone will react yet. But we trust you guys," Ken said.
"But based on your responses. Maybe the other Cowmen will feel more comfortable when they know what we are!" Trevor added.
"We're glad to support you guys," Ayden cheered.
"Thank you guys, so much, it's been a tremendous burden... especially with how people react to bullmen and the bad rep in the media. It really means a lot."
"Awww, Trevor, that's the kindest and nicest thing I think I've ever heard you say," Dru shared.
"Let's give a thanks to Marc, for being our handler!" Trevor pointed, glancing at Ken.
"Okay, before this turns into a full on toasting ceremony. I have to go take care of some business. So, come on let's hug it out!" Xander stated before ushering everyone into his arms and leaving.
Marc blushed, seeing as how Ayden still hadn't taken his hands off him, " Um. Guys, I need to address something. I know you have been taking out milk from the stations for your gambling "debts", but you need to stop. My Uncle lets it slide... but he keeps bringing it up, I'm sure he knows. He's passive-aggressively telling me to make you two knock it off."
"Woah, Marc you are way out of line to accuse us like that," Dru stated, looking at the others in the room for support.
Sheila pinched him.
"Ow," Dru rubbed his arm. "Okay so we may have taken a few, but it was all ours.
Marc crossed his arms and puffed out his chest. He knew it was the new physique, but he felt very confident in his approach now. "My Uncle said it was various people's milk."
"Wasn't us."
"Dru!" Sheila's voice was biting and cold. Trevor was practically rolling on the floor and Ken was nowhere to be seen.
Dru threw his hands up "Okay fine! Maybe we took some of Lyla's milk too, but she said it was okay, and you know what? Waiting for workers to log in the milk we're taking takes too long and sucks! Other Cowmen do it to. They walk in and they walk right out with other people's milk and don't tell anyone."
"Yeah, but I imagine they usually spread it out. At least give my Uncle time to restock." Marc pleaded.
"Sure, keep blaming only us." Dru turned away and dramatically flourished at Shelia for them to exit.
Shelia turned her head back and mouthed, "Sorry."
The remaining boys enjoyed a quick laugh, before Marc expressed his need to retire. "You can sleep here y'know," Trevor stated.
"I'd love to, but I've had a very stimulating day..." Marc emphasized, casting an eye at the nonchalant Ayden.
" Oh, it's like that then?" Trevor asked.
"It's like nothing."
"Sure, Marc." Ayden walked over to Trevor before whispering something in his ear that made him perk up.
"Why are your jeans dirty?" Trevor asked with a smile.
"You know what! I'm going to bed!" Marc roared before bursting into a peal of laughter and heading for the door.
"Wait," Trevor called. Marc stopped at the door, cracking it slightly.
He cocked an eye as the bullman stepped behind him and shut the door. Marc turned to look at Ayden before he felt the mountain of muscle that made up Trevor's body sandwich him. "Guys what are you —,"
Trevor had pulled him into a kiss, taking the argument right out of him; he'd missed sexual contact. He shut his eyes and sunk into the kiss, the slow and titillating motions of Trevor's tongue when his eyes fluttered open. He had forgotten that Ayden was the other part of the sandwich; he felt the strong muscles rubbing his pectorals, pinching his nipples and Ayden's tongue against his shoulder, his neck, his ear and soon, Trevor and he had switched places.
Ayden was just as masterful as Trevor, not as forceful our powerful, but just as skilled. Where Trevor's ministrations felt like standing under a waterfall and showering in its glory, Ayden was the river, strong with undercurrent but quiet on the surface. "I told you, you still had me," Trevor whispered lustily in his ear.
Marc groaned into Ayden's mouth, his pants had become uncomfortably tight, and if his thigh and backside held any sensitivity, he knew they were going through the same thing. "Guys, please..." Marc managed to whisper. His voice was hoarse and breathless, his skin tingled as electricity surged where Trevor began and Ayden ended and vice versa.
Trevor, pulled away and smirked at Marc, his pants bulging obscenely with a damp spot where the fabric seemed most likely to tear. "Ayden, make sure he gets home in one piece. His legs don't look like they work anymore."
Ayden chuckled as he pulled away from Marc's neck, "Gladly."
"I hate you two," Marc managed to breathe, as Ayden scooped him up and carried him back to the house.
Late November brought chilling air, but also the first holiday break from school. Marc and Uncle T spent the Thanksgiving Holiday at the Simmons' Farm with Heather and her family, not to mention Brett.
"Ken and Trevor are what?!" Heather shouted.
Marc shushed her. The two teenagers stood in the main Hall of Heather's mansion. The rest of the party continued in the Dining Hall, listening to Uncle T and Heather's dad share stories of their times working together.
Heather flicked Mark on the forehead.
"Ow!"
"So, you lied about your body?" Heather paced. "Why lie?"
"I didn't lie exactly," Marc defended.
"Oh... Heather... you see," she mocked. "I aCcIdEnTaLlY dRaNk A lOtTa CoWmEn'S mIlK. You're absolute shit Marc."
"It wasn't my secret to tell Heather," she opened her mouth to argue, but held her tongue. "Bullmen are still Cowmen, I just happened to get into Ken's milk."
Heather stilled. "Fine, I can accept that. But why are they both here? I thought you weren't gonna be sending mixed signals about whose dick you wanted? It's Ken's, right?"
"Ken and I broke up. We're all just friends now."
"Another lie!" she threw her hands up and started to pace again. "WHY DO I EVEN BOTHER WITH YOU!"
Marc cracked a smile at her whisper screaming, "We've been broken up since September. Again, I'm sorry."
"You know your friends are the people you trust, right? If I didn't understand that you were a little messed up, I'd be seriously offended," Heather stated.
Marc eyes fell to the floor. He and Ken were hanging out, but they didn't talk about where their relationship stood. Heather was not happy. Marc knew he was one more secret away from getting a slap. She sighed, "You're so naïve, Marc."
"Why?" Marc didn't really want to ask.
She lifted her head with a smile, "All this time, you were revirginizing your butt when I could've had Brett stretching you out like a rubberband. You have no faith in my skills clearly."
Marc laughed, "Brett's an absolute dream, don't get me wrong. But that donkey dick is something to think about taking. Plus, I still wanted some space to heal from Ken."
"Not donkey dick, Horse-Hung. You don't need to get with him. Maybe under him, on top of him... you know? The fun stuff. You can't still be so dejected months later Marc." She paused to hold his face in her hands, "You're fucking amazing, and you deserved to get your back blown out like a candle."
"A candle?"
"Yeah, like a really big, 2-foot-long candle." Heather winked.
"I was wondering where you two disappeared to." A shiver raced up Marc's spine as Brett turned the corner and with a smirk.
"Speak of the devil," Marc laughed with heated cheeks.
Brett stepped closer to him, entering the main Hall, "Oh, so you want to be led into temptation?"
Heather put a hand on Brett's chest, "Slow down lover boy. Go easy on him tonight. It's a holi—"
"Wait," Marc interrupted. "I can take it."
Heather stood shocked, before giggling off into the party.
Brett inched closer, standing before Marc, "Take what, exactly?"
"Whatever it is that you plan to give me."
"All I have are compliments about your handsome face, and stunning body."
"Handsome? Me?"
"Don't play coy with me Marc. You know I like you."
Marc put his hands on his hips, "You probably say that to all the guys."
"Why? I'm flirtatious, but I don't lie," he said reaching a hand to grasp Marc's chin. He pulled his face up to meet his eyes.
"You probably have a fetish and a dry spell."
"Heather doesn't bring that many guys over here, and don't diminish what I'm feeling to a fetish. Look at you Marc. Look at how I'm looking at you. I want you," he stated firmly, making direct eye contact.
"Marc," two voices said in unison; breaking the trance Brett had over him, he turned to look at the Bullmen walking towards them.
"Heather came back, but you didn't," Ken said.
"For a minute, we thought she punched you, or worse... you know what she's like," Trevor said.
"Hi there," Brett said, "I'm glad to get some quality time with you three. Marc, which one is your boyfriend?" Brett scanned them both over. "Honestly, I don't think you could go wrong with either."
Marc sighed walking back into the dining hall leaving the three men behind.
"Wait, what did I say?" Brett inquired as the bullmen ushered him back to the party.
December came with the absolute cold of winter. Final exams had been difficult but studying with Heather helped Marc to pull through with good grades.
Marc had spent his second break by playing video games even, roping Ayden, Ken and Trevor into a few sessions. Some of those days, Trevor had breeding training with Ron and Ayden was off avoiding his hoard of admirers.
"Hey, where are you going," Marc asked as Ken was getting up.
"I'm going to meet someone." It was obviously Isabella, but Marc decided not to say anything.
"You don't want to play another game?"
"Not really." It became clear Ken was no longer interested in the same stuff. He'd matured, and he wasn't getting the same level of enjoyment as before.
Before Marc could wallow in any self-pity his phone rang. His dad was calling. Marc quickly answered.
"Hey dad! what's up?"
"My boy, how's it going?"
Marc and his dad talked about school and how Marc was enjoying the Farm as well as his friends.
"The reason I called Marc was because I wanted to be the first to tell you. This isn't to get your hopes up or anything, but your mom and I are seeing each other again."
"Really?"
"Yep. We even had a date night." Marc's dad took a pause. "I'm telling you because your mom and I think you have a right to know and we wouldn't share this unless we had a good feeling about it."
A knock came are Marc's door. "Hold on." Marc said
"Oh, you have company go ahead I'll talk to you later." Marc couldn't even protest before his dad hung up.
"You can come in," Marc sighed. Standing at his doorway was Isabella. Didn't Ken just go to meet her? How long had Marc been on the phone? He glanced at his phone's clock; 2 hours had passed. Marc's body tensed. What the hell was she doing here, His room was his fortress and she was invading it.
"Hey Marc, can I talk to you? It's about Ken."
"Oh, um...hi Isabella. Sure" Marc put his phone back in his pocket.
Isabella walked in and sat on Marc's bed, "Ken told me what he is. Please don't be mad at him." She raised her hands.
"Why would I be mad at him? It's his secret to tell." Even though there was some part of Marc that wished Isabella didn't know.
"Well the truth is. I've actually known since October," Isabella fiddled with her fingers.
Marc's eyes went wide, but he made sure not to say anything. She had known for how long?!
"Anyway, Ken came to talk to me because he was worried about being a bullman. He admitted that being around you scares him."
"I scare him? I don't understand." Marc tilted his head.
"No, you don't scare him. Being around you scares him!"
Marc face went crestfallen and took a seat.
"No, that's not what I mean. He's afraid that he'll hurt you. When Trevor told him that h almost killed you with his shift, it changed him."
Marc internally scoffed thinking, "So being around me is so dangerous that he runs out of my arms and into your ample bosom?" Though he'd never say that.
"I think you should talk to him about it. I've been trying, but he's not listening. I think you can help more than I can."
"Thanks for telling me." Marc said.
Isabella stood up, did a curtsey, laughed then walked out.
Marc put his face in his hands. There was nothing he could do, because the person Ken wanted to confide in was Isabella not him. It wouldn't be right to force Ken to talk about. Or would it? Marc didn't know what the mature or right thing to do here would be. He had a responsibility to Ken as his friend, handler, and a person he loved. Where would the right line be?
Instead of stewing in his room all night Marc made his way downstairs. There entire main hall was stuffed with various decorations and ornaments for Christmas, Hanukkah, and Kwanza. Uncle T thought it would be nice to have decorations for holidays that the workers, or Cowmen celebrated.
He sat on the steps studying the light and decorations everyone had put up. Personally, he had worked in the kitchen making deserts with the kitchen staff. He had invited Ayden, Ken and Trevor like last time, but Trevor had to leave early to meet Ron, Ayden had to help Deborah with something, and Ken had invited Isabella. Marc wasn't mad that she had come; it was hard to hate someone who was so nice. Though Marc had to watch Ken and her get icing over each other and giggle about it. Overall, it was a pretty unfortunate experience.
He was sure that Isabella was falling for Ken. Would it be adult of him to let Ken explore that? Heather had certainly though so when she said don't keep Ken on a leash. Now that he thought about it, was he having sex? After Trevor shifted, he was around a lot of girls. In fact, he talked about topping people since his Shift. It only made sense Ken was, but Marc didn't want to think about it.
On the bottom of the steps, Marc heard voices blaring as they got closer to the main hall. Ayden was the first to come into Marc's view. The top-tier cowman, pulled off his shirt walking backwards, "What do you think?" He was talking to a party Marc couldn't see.
"Yeah, yeah," Weston said dryly, walking into the main hall. "But get a load of this guy."
Javier stepped in ripping off his shirt. Marc's eyes were glued. The man was a mountain. His body must have been forged in the harshest of elements.
Javier didn't say much, just showed off his body. Deborah came in alongside Dru and Sheila, catcalling the boys. "Ohhh," Deborah took out a dollar and waved it. Her eyes drifted over to the steps "Marc!" she cried, dropping her dollar, "Don't tell your Uncle you saw that!" She bent down to pick up the dollar.
Marc held back his laughter. As if he was going to tell. This was going straight into the memory banks.
"What's going on? Marc asked.
"We're just showing that Javier has the superior body," Weston said.
"Uh, no. We're having a show to see who has the better body," Dru corrected.
"Oh, why don't you and Weston join them?" Marc asked.
"We obviously wouldn't win," Dru said.
"Speak for yourself," Weston pulled off his shirt and flung it at Dru's face. The worker had been hiding some solid muscle and washboard abs under that uniform.
"Show `em what you got babe," Sheila shouted, cheering on Dru as he peeled his own shirt off.
Deborah and Sheila screamed for the boys who all started posing.
"What are you waiting for Marc get up there!" Sheila pointed to the guys.
"Who me? No way I couldn't." He didn't believe his body was anything to compare to the men and Cowmen in front of him. Sure, his added muscle helped, but he wouldn't put it on display.
Deborah started playing a song on her phone that the guys danced to, Sheila made her way over to the steps. "Come on join us. Well, technically them."
"How can I compete with that?" Marc pointed at Javier and Ayden.
"Hasn't anyone told you black is beautiful?" Sheila laughed.
Marc rolled his eyes waving Sheila off, as if he needed to be told.
"Guys he's resisting," Sheila shouted.
Ayden and Dru shimmied there way over to were Marc was sitting. Marc held up his hands saying "No, no." But the two Cowmen grabbed his arms and pulled him off the steps.
From there they dragged him to the center of the floor and peeled his shirt off.
"Looking good Marc," Sheila shouted.
Marc tried to escape back to the steps, but Ayden and Dru sandwiched him in between their bodies. Marc could feel his ass grinding on Ayden's crotch, flashing back to the night he and Trevor had left him desperately aroused. His stomach against Dru's was an unexpected comfort.
The doorbell rang and Marc quickly shot for it having no chance to retrieve his shirt. He answered the door, shivering form the flow of cold air.
Standing there was Heather and Brett. She had a large baking pan in her hands, no doubt another gift from her parents.
Heather was stunned looking at Marc's body, then she got a wicked smile, "Is this the part where you offer to warm me up, but I'm too cold and we have to use body heat, so the hypothermia doesn't set in?"
Marc gave a straight face, "Shut up and get inside, it's probably your fault the place is so damn cold."
"What's that supposed to mean," She feigned offense as she crossed the threshold. "Heather, or should I call you Elsa, Queen of Ice?" Marc joked.
"If you're not careful, I'll freeze your heart and you'll never get true love's kiss. Then you'll die. Bitch."
"Maybe I can help with the kissing, and the thawing, and the not dying," Brett interjected.
"Marc, who is it?" Sheila came running up beside him. "Oh, look at this tall tree of a man." She flirted.
Brett grimaced and stepped away.
"Don't waste your breath." Heather said "Brett's still in the gay phase of being a horseman. And he's got eyes for Marc."
"Is that so?" Sheila smiled. "Maybe he can help us get Marc to dance."
"I'd love to." Brett said rushing into the main hall. Marc placed his arm against the frame blocking Heather's entry.
"You can go home. It's probably going to be boring anyway," Marc said.
"No way, I want to see some stripping." Heather put down Marc's arm and stepped into the party.
"We're not stripping." Marc followed after her; then a shirtless Brett swept Marc up. Marc felt his head against Brett's naked torso. Then all the guys closed in on him dancing.
Marc couldn't help but laugh. It was all too overwhelming.
"All right. Fuck it!" He started dancing with the guys. Winter was going well, and if the spring as much serendipity he'd be happy. Brett's bulge against his backside and Ayden at his front... he was eagerly awaiting the spring.