The Farm Life (Part 12) [NB][Hucow][Femdom][Pegging][Machine]

Alex was still tied to the cushion, ass up, as Greg was petting their hair.

“Gotta keep you like this for a bit longer to help fertilization then I can let you down Alex.” He calmed.

Alex relaxed as Greg continued to stroke their back. “How do we know it took?” Alex asked.

“We’ll have to wait and see if you swell tomorrow.” Greg explained, “It’s been long enough, let’s get you down.” As he spoke the cushion righted itself and he detached Alex’s hair and binds holding them in place.

“That was very intense.” Alex said.

“Dr. Teff does a great job with the bulls, but they live in an almost constant state like the one you experienced before giving birth yesterday.” Greg explained. “Teff gives them a stimulant though so they can fight off the more lethargic effects of the modifications.”

Greg attached Alex’s lead to their neck again. Alex’s mind spun, thinking back to how they felt back before they were going to give birth, they were ready to jump anyone and anything to get off. “How do you keep up with them?” Alex asked.

“I’ll show you!” Greg smiled.

They walked into another room in the barn. Here there were tables, a few female farm hands were walking around, cattle prods in their hands, they were wiping a table clean.

“Stay close to me and everything will be ok, and watch.” Greg whispered as they sat in the corner of the room. The farm hands looked over at Greg, who gestured for them to continue.

One of the farm hands, Britney, pressed a button on the wall and a door on the other side swung open. A bull walked in, tall and skinnier, his cock was fully erect and huge, 14 inches long and at least almost 2 inches girth. Alex’s eyes grew large at the size, how was he able to keep walking? The bull’s balls were also enlarged, swinging heavily under his body. He looked over at Alex, and his eyes got big.

“We doin’ a breedin’ in here?” He slurred.

“Get on the table Matt.” Britney asserted, she crackled the prod in her hand to punctuate the order.

Matt ignored her, and started walking over towards Alex. “Come here sow, I’ll get you good and filled with my cock.” He swaggered.

Britney moved fast, Matt was on his legs walking around one moment and next he was on his knees, holding his balls. “On the table Matt or I’ll give you another.”

Matt looked up in anger, and arousal at Britney. Britney stood firm, cattle prod in hand, ready to go again at him if need be. Slowly he stood and walked over to the table, laying down on it face down. Britney brought the cattle prod between Matt’s legs and held it there while the other farm hand quickly attached the bulls cuffs to points on the table, immobilizing him.

A gag was placed in his mouth, probably for the best as he seemed just as talkative as the rest of the bulls Alex had met. The two girls were discussing something, looking at a clipboard, then back at Matt on the table. Britney walked to the wall and pressed another button, the ceiling over Matt opened a small hole and from it descended what looked like a fucking machine but with a thin dildo on the end. Matt started to make muffled panicked noises.

The second girl walked back and pulled Matt’s ass open while Britney applied lube. Matt was thrashing about as much as he could, useless against the restraints.

“Is he ok?” Alex whispered to Greg.

“Matt’s been behaving poorly towards the farm hands as of late, so they’re going to modify his behavior a bit today, and prep him for a different job than breeding, it won’t hurt him at all.” Greg replied back.

Alex watched as Britney grabbed the thin dildo in the air and slowly guided it to Matt’s ass, as Matt struggled in vain Alex watched as it slowly penetrated him, Matt screaming around the gag in his mouth in embarrassment.

The table began to lift, and Alex could see that Matt’s cock and balls had fitted through a hole in the table, as he was lifted like a car in a jack, his most sensitive bits dangling through.

The other farm hand clamped something around Matt’s cock, it was like a wide cuff and there were transparent sides to it so you could see through it to his soft skin, it had hoses running away from the table to the wall. Meanwhile Britney had put a parachute of leather around Matt’s balls with thin chains running from them, and attached them towards Matt’s feet, pulling his balls away from his cock.

Matt was groaning in the air as he was hooked up to this new machine. Alex could see the fucking machine doing it’s slow pounding in the air, and could imagine it was hitting Matt deep in his prostate.

Finally Britney kicked open a grate in the floor and looked over to Alex. “Alex would you like to see the procedure closer up?” Britney asked. “This bull is being removed from the breeding program and put into another one for his bad behaviour, he can’t do anything to you anymore.”

Alex looked at Greg for approval, who nodded and unclipped their lead, then walked over to look closer.

The cuff around Matt’s cock made a deep thrumming noise as the other farm hand pressed a button on the wall, and then the cuff started to slide up and down Matt’s shaft. The parachute kept his balls out of the way of the pumping action.

“What’s happening to him?” Alex asked Britney.

“We’re massaging his prostate to milk as much cum out of him as we can. Then once he’s docile we’ll keep him milked. He’ll end up serving as a pleasure bull for the other bulls to use their pent-up energies on. It’s what happens if you mistreat the staff on this side of the fence.” Britney explained, a glint in her eye.

Matt began to grunt above Alex. “Increasing dilation size.” The other farm hand said.

Alex looked up to Matt’s face and watched as his eyes registered the sow watching him become nothing more than a pleasure bull. It made Alex feel empowered, they felt above this bull who just moments ago was being cocky towards them, now he was nothing more than a hole, not even a hole that could be useful getting pregnant, just a hole to be used and stretched by the thirsty bulls he thought he belonged with.

“Increasing milking speed.” The farm hand said.

The cuff started to move a little faster on Matt’s cock, the fucking machine picked up it’s pace as it grew in size, preparing his ass for the other monster cocks of the barn.

“Can I talk to him while he’s like this?” Alex asked Britney.

“Of course, but you can’t touch him.” Britney nodded, “Say whatever you like, he can’t respond anyways.” The hint of bitterness was in Britney’s voice, although she worked to hide it. Clearly Matt had done something to Britney and now she was enjoying watching him be punished for it on some level.

Alex looked up at Matt, all the verbal aggression from bulls rising in their mind. “You stupid bull.” Alex started. “You can’t even breed sows properly so now you’re being reduced to less than a sow. You must be among the most useless of the bulls around here to have fallen so low.” Matt’s eyes stared at Alex, not in anger, but almost in pleading silence, as if he was coming to terms with what Alex was saying to him.

“Increasing dilation size.” The farm hand said again.

“You feel that bull? That’s your ass learning to take the huge cocks you thought you were equal in rank to. But you’re not anymore, are you? You’re nothing more than a cum rag for them now. I hope you get used as one.” Alex sneered at Matt, fully and mentally putting the idea of Matt beneath them.

Matt’s moans started to grow, he was getting close.

“Increasing dilation size.”

Alex locked eyes with Matt. “I want you to look me in the eyes when you waste your seed on the floor, worthless bull. I want you to know that a sow, ready for child, would rather watch your seed flow through a grate in the floor than have it inside of them.”

That seemed to send Matt over the edge as the cuff pumped his cock, and the enlarged dildo pounded his ass. Streams and streams of thick cum poured out of his cock as he locked whimpering eyes with Alex’s hard stare, dribbling down the grate in the floor into nothingness. Matt continued to whimper as the cuff was removed from his cock.

Greg put a hand on Alex’s shoulder, Alex looking up at him. “Alright Alex, let’s head back to the field now.”

They walked out of the room and Greg attached the lead again. “Was that too far?” Alex asked Greg, unsure of asserting their authority over the bull.

“No Alex, that was fantastic! You really showed what a special sow you are!” Greg smiled, rubbing their cheek with a finger. His eyes seemed to have something in them, but Alex couldn’t identify what it was.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wcmyln/the_farm_life_part_12_nbhucowfemdompeggingmachine