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141 Farmstead runs a dairy and stud farm for cow hybrids. John MacTavish got a job there as a farmhand. He had been learning the field side of the farm so far: letting the hybrids out to pasture, cleaning their stalls, preparing their food. Along with training he spent a lot of time making eyes at the big fucker Simon Riley assigned to teach him.
Johnny let the cows out this morning but before he could start on checking the stalls Simon called him over.
“Time to learn the machines, Johnny,” he said in that too sexy voice that never failed to make him chub up just a bit.
Johnny followed him around to the machine room. He’d been through here once during the tour but he didn’t get a close look. The room had a high ceiling and a long row of stations on both sides of the central aisle. The walls were painted with an intricate pasture mural. Each spot got a little view of greenery, and each had the same equipment set up with a small blinding divider between the machines. If you stood at the machine you’d feel a sense of privacy, but you could lean back and look down the row.
Simon walked down to a random station and explained how the cows stayed calmer with the mural and privacy dividers. He had Johnny step in to see for himself, then he stepped in close behind Johnny, effectively trapping him in the stall.
“You’ll learn better by experiencing it,” Simon rumbled right into his ear. Johnny couldn’t hide the shiver that went down his spine. Simon grabbed Johnny’s waist and squeezed it just a bit. The move made Johnny groan and feel small. Despite being smaller than Simon, Johnny could never be described as dainty. He had an undeniable heft to him.
Simon caressed up Johnny’s sides and down his arms, plastering himself against Johnny’s back as he grabbed both Johnny’s wrists. He lifted them and spoke in a detached teacher voice.
“The cuffs are for the skittish cows,” Johnny almost didn’t follow the move as Simon yanked his hands up and slapped his wrists against a couple of plain looking bars. There was a click and suddenly Johnny’s hands were caught in between soft leather and metal. It wasn’t a stretch for his arms, but they were up and to the sides so even if he twisted, his chest was still readily accessible. “Mostly new arrivals, so they stay still and don’t dislodge the cups.”
“What— Si?” Johnny started but Simon’s touch travelled down his arms and across his chest.
“Shh, Johnny, just learn.” Simon shushed as he let himself caress and fondle Johnny as much as he’d wanted to from their first meeting. He pulled Johnny against him and breathed in his scent right behind Johnny’s ear. He untucked Johnny’s shirt from his jeans and unbuttoned it before pulling it aside and exposing his chest to the cool barn air. His big hands squeezed Johnny’s tits a couple times before Simon leaned away and let go. Johnny immediately missed his warmth and touch.
“When you load the cows for milking you need to clean their teats before putting them into the cups.” Simon wiped a damp cloth across Johnny’s chest, gently pinching his nipples until they hardened, then he slid a suction device onto each one. There was a slight pull so it stayed on but Johnny was sure of he jerked suddenly they would fall.
“Once they are loaded you hit the green button to start the milking.” Johnny heard a loud mechanical click and suddenly the suction on his nipples increased.
It was a good thing his arms were up out of the way with the way his whole body jerked at the sudden pleasure radiating from his chest. Johnny never thought his nipples were sensitive but the machine sucked and sucked and sucked on them. He could only hang on as his pleasure mounted. He was already hard and leaking in his pants and it had been like five seconds!
Simon’s hands were everywhere. Squeezing his hips, petting through his hair, caressing up between his tits as the machine sucked on his nipples like it could get milk out of them. Which is exactly what it’s meant to do Johnny thought deliriously.
Simon pressed against Johnny’s back and finally finally! grabbed Johnny’s cock though his jeans. He held him loosely, not at all a touch that would push him over the edge.
“Some cows find getting milked pleasurable. They will stand here and cum over and over while we drain their tits. I wonder if you’re the same?” He spoke into Johnny’s ear while undoing the fly to his pants. Simon pulled Johnny’s cock out and Johnny whimpered at the cold air and loose hold.
Simon pushed Johnny’s jeans and boxers down his hips then pressed against him again. Johnny felt Simon’s skin all along his back as his hard cock slotted into his ass crack. When had Simon undressed?? He didn’t get an answer because Simon suddenly tightened his grip on Johnny’s cock and pulled, stroking him slowly from root to tip.
Johnny shouted as he came with just three pumps. It burned across his nerves and he lost his footing as his knees went weak. Simon and the wrist manacles held him up and Simon kept pumping him slowly.
“Good, Johnny. Doing so good. You’re so sensitive…” Simon praised. Johnny’s legs shook but his cock stayed hard in Simon’s grip. The cups pulled continuously at his nipples and he half wondered if he would have cum just from that if Simon hadn’t touched him.
Suddenly slick fingers pressed against his ass and Johnny would have thrown himself to the floor ass up if he weren’t shackled. As it was he leaned forward and pressed his ass back, offering his hole up to Simon with a whine.
Simon pressed two fingers in and did the barest of bare bones prep before pulling free. Johnny heard the wet sounds of Simon slicking his cock and then a heavy hand grabbed the back of his neck.
“This part is for me.” Simon said with a growl as he pushed his cock inside.
He was huge!! The stretch burned but everything was so slick nothing stopped the intrusion. Johnny shook and gasped and moaned while Simon impaled him on his cock. Finally, after what felt like several feet of cock fucking into him, Johnny felt Simon’s hips press against his ass.
“So tight, my Johnny.” Simon huffed behind him. “Feel so good. Think I might keep you.”
Johnny almost smiled. The unflappable Simon wasn’t unaffected by Johnny’s body. He flexed his ass just a bit on that huge cock and Simon’s grip on his neck tightened sharply.
“None of that now. You’re going to take what I give you and like it,” Simon tried to sound stern but his voice came out a bit breathless. To cover it he grabbed Johnny’s hip tightly and pulled back before slamming inside again. Johnny yelped a moan and Simon did it again and again. He fucked hard and with every press in he ground his hips in, getting his cock that much deeper.
Johnny could only hold on as pleasure rocketed through him. With each punch of the cock against his prostate his entire body glittered with joy. Between the thrusts his nipples screamed their pleasure along his nerves. Everything was so much Johnny thought he was going to lose his mind. He hollered and cried and moaned and if he hadn’t been getting the best fucking of his life he’d have thought he might be dying.
Simon left Johnny’s cock untouched. It swung between his legs and slapped against his stomach with each slam of Simon’s hips.
Johnny’s legs gave out and he hung in the frame, nipples pulled by the machine, jeans around his knees, and hips gripped bruising tight by Simon, who sawed his cock in and out seemingly without regard for Johnny’s pleasure.
It was too much. Too good. His vision whited out as his orgasm peaked. His body locked up and he felt Simon curl over him and slam in deep, forcing his throbbing cock in as Johnny’s ass clamped down. The machine sucked away on his nipples and the continuing pull extended his orgasm. He couldn’t see while it happened but he was sure his cock sprayed the wall and himself then continued to dribble as he continued to cum.
Eventually Simon stood straight again but he stayed inside as he clicked off the milking machine. Johnny’s nipples were puffy and had been pulled into the suction tubes a bit, enough so the cups stayed on his chest despite the lack of pressure.
Simon held him up with a big hand on his chest and another on his hip. He kissed along Johnny’s shoulders and neck, letting him bask in the warm afterglow. Johnny floated in bliss as Simon doted on him.
Long minutes later Johnny took a deep breath and stood under his own power. Simon kissed in front of his ear and gently pulled the cups off Johnny’s nipples.
Next he held Johnny’s waist in a tight grip (Johnny suspected Simon just liked to squeeze him there) and pulled his soft cock out. Johnny shivered at the cold air and the splash of cum that spilled out. Simon pulled Johnny’s ass cheeks apart and admired the mess before pulling his boxers and jeans back up. He redressed Johnny, deliberately fondling him to smear their mess across as much of Johnny’s body as he could. It made Johnny feel filthy and claimed.
Finally, when Johnny was more or less back to rights, Simon reached up and freed his hands. He stepped back to give Johnny room and when he turned Johnny saw a bit of hesitance in Simon’s eyes. Was he worried Johnny would be angry? That was the best sex he’s ever had! No way was he going to feel bad about it!
Johnny still buzzed under his skin. His nipples cried at the rough cotton shirt barely touching them, and his ass throbbed from the tree trunk that just fucked it. Johnny marveled at how glorious this man could make him feel.
He took a wobbly step forward and Simon reached up to catch him. Johnny grabbed Simon around the neck and slammed their mouths together. He kissed Simon desperately. He poured all his need and affection and wonder into the kiss and moaned when Simon wrapped those iron arms around his middle and pulled him close to kiss him back.
They kissed like teenagers stealing time behind the school. Fast and heavy and when it broke they both panted into the other’s mouth.
“D’ja mean it?” Johnny gasped. “Gonna keep me?”
Simon gripped Johnny tighter, almost making his bones creak. Johnny’s eyes rolled and his knees went weak.
“You won’t get rid of me.” He leaned in and bit Johnnys neck well above his collar where everyone can see the mark. He chewed on the skin until a soft shuffling and mooing at the door drew his attention. He pulled back and glared down affectionately at Johnny. “We got cows to milk. Later I’ll show you how to work the stud machine…”