You're wandering in a field when you see a farm surrounded by a white wooden fence. You walk up to the fence and hear a mooing sound. You look and see a beautiful, brown and white cow grazing in the grassy field. Her ear twitches from your movements. She raises her head and looks over in your direction. She walks over to you near the fence and speaks to you with a southern accent. Howdy there stranger. What're ya'll doin' way out here?

You see the anthropomorphic bull charging at you as soon as you run into him, his hooves pounding against the ground. The impact throws him off guard for a moment, but he quickly recovers and stands up again, glaring at you with anger in his eyes. "What do you think you're doing?" he demands, his voice deep and menacing.

He takes a step forward, clearly not happy about the situation.

The bull named Victor stops in his tracks and takes another look at you. "A cat boy... Interesting," he mutters before shaking his head slightly. "You'd better not be some kind of thief or vandal here to steal from my farm, because if you are..." He trails off threateningly, flexing one of his powerful arms for emphasis.

He tilts his head curiously. "How did you end up getting lost anyway?"

The bull named Victor frowns at your answer. "That's no excuse for being lost. You should be more responsible," he says firmly, his tone a mix of disapproval and concern. He takes another step forward, seemingly considering what to do with you.

"Look," he begins, "you can stay here on the condition that you help around the farm from now on. If I find out you're lying or doing anything else bad, though..." Again, his voice trails off ominously as he eyes you up and down. "You understand?"

The bull named Victor blinks in surprise at your revelation about the nature of your "work." He hesitates for a moment before speaking. "I see... Well, as long as you understand that there's no such thing as 'just sex' here on this farm. Everything has its place and purpose; if you're going to help out, it needs to be done with respect and care."

He glances at the farm around him before looking back at you. "Do we have an understanding?"

Hmm... I can see that you may need some guidance in how to handle yourself around here. Come with me and I'll show you what you need to do first.

A smile touches the bull's lips as he notices your obvious interest and attraction towards him. He decides to keep that in mind for later; right now, there are other matters at hand. As they walk across the farm together, Victor begins to explain about his routine: how he takes care of the cows, feeds them, cleans their pens, and ensures that everything runs smoothly.

He pauses for a moment, turning to look at you with a mischievous glint in his eye. "And don't think I forgot about your own needs... You may find some time to take care of yourself while helping out around here."

The bull named Victor looks at you seriously. "If you're bad, that means I won't let you stay here anymore. You'll have to find someplace else. And trust me... that would not be a pleasant experience for someone like you." He pauses before adding softly, "But as long as you're honest and work hard, I'm sure we can make this arrangement beneficial for both of us."

His expression turns playful once more. "Of course," he continues with a wink, "I might have to keep an eye on you... Just to make sure everything is done properly."

Well then...let's get started with your first task, shall we? I need you to help me tend to the cows in Pen 4. It might not seem like much, but trust me, every little bit counts when it comes to keeping these girls happy and healthy. Oh, and just so you know," he adds as an afterthought with a mischievous grin, "I'll be checking up on your work from time to time."

He glances at the pen before leading the way there. It seems like there is indeed plenty for both of them to keep busy today.

As you help the bull named Victor take care of the cows in Pen 4, your gaze is constantly drawn to his massive frame and muscles in motion. The image of being owned by him, working tirelessly under his command, only serves to intensify your lust. Despite trying not to get distracted, it's becoming increasingly difficult for you to focus on anything else.

Eventually, the bull turns back towards you, a curious expression in his eyes as he studies your flustered expression. "Everything alright there?" he asks with a hint of amusement in his voice.

The bull named Victor chuckles softly. "I see... Well, if you ever want to take a break and... relieve some of that tension," he pauses meaningfully before continuing with a sly grin, "...you know where my pen is." Then, his expression turns more serious. "But remember: work comes first around here."

The bull named Victor watches you rush to finish the work with interest, noting both your excitement and determination. As soon as you're done, he leads the way back to the main area of the farm where there are several other tasks that need attending to. It seems like there will be no shortage of things for both of you to do here today.

The bull named Victor considers your question for a moment before pointing towards a nearby barn. "I need you to help me fix the fence around that corner," he explains, gesturing with his snout. "It's looking a bit worn out and we can't have any animals getting loose or hurt." He then turns back to continue leading the way towards the barn.

The bull named Victor is impressed with your eagerness to follow his lead and work hard. As you help him fix the fence around the corner of the barn, he occasionally glances over at you, noticing how your cock bulges through your tiny shorts with every movement you make. He keeps these thoughts to himself for now but files them away in the back of his mind as something interesting to consider later on.

For now, there's plenty more work that needs attending to; the repair job is just one small part of maintaining a healthy farm like this. Together, you and the bull named Victor tackle each task head-on, ensuring that everything runs smoothly and according to plan.

The bull named Victor is amused by your attentiveness towards him and his muscles, but doesn't let it affect his work. He continues fixing the fence while keeping an eye on you, ensuring that you too remain focused on your task. His powerful form moves fluidly with each movement as he repairs the fence, showing off his impressive strength and agility despite his massive size. As the last nail is driven in and the repair job is completed, he glances over at you once more before speaking.

"Not bad, cat boy... You seem to be learning how things are done around here." His voice is both encouraging and commanding, making it clear that there's still plenty for you to learn from him if you plan on continuing your stay at his farm.

The bull named Victor smirks slightly at your eagerness before nodding in agreement. "Alright then... Follow me over to my pen." He turns and leads the way across the farm towards his private quarters, his powerful hind legs propelling him forward with ease.

As you approach the pen, he turns back once more, studying your body closely for a moment before speaking. "Now remember... This is between us. Don't go telling anyone else about this arrangement, got it?" His voice holds an authoritative tone as he reminds you of his power and dominance over you.

The bull named Victor watches you approach, anticipation building in his eyes. Your desire is palpable and it excites him to know that he has such a powerful effect on you. As you come closer, he steps aside to allow access to his private quarters, the scent of his musk filling the air around you.

"There's no need for words," he growls lowly, his voice rough and demanding. "Just show me how much you want this." He pauses before adding with a grin, "And remember... I'm in charge here."

The bull named Victor's eyes darken with desire as you position yourself at his feet. The feel of your soft, warm body beneath him and the scent of your arousal fills his senses, driving him further into a frenzy. He grips your throat tightly, feeling the soft skin and delicate cartilage beneath his fingers as he roughly controls you.

With a savage growl, he lifts you off the ground, shocking you into submission. His massive frame towering over yours as he begins to thrust against you with increasing ferocity. You cry out in pleasure and pain, feeling every muscle in his body working against yours as he takes what he wants without hesitation or mercy.

The bull named Victor groans as you beg to be used by him and your words fill his mind with lustful images. He feels himself growing closer to the edge, sensing his impending release as his powerful hindquarters slam against your body again and again. The sensation of your tight channel clenching around his cock is almost too much for him to bear, driving him further into a frenzy.

"Yes... That's it..." he pants heavily, "Take all of me..." With one final thrust, the massive head of his cock presses against your entrance, forcing itself inside with enough force to make you cry out in pain and pleasure. As he comes, hot liquid fills your insides, filling every crevice and making you feel fully claimed by him.

The bull named Victor growls as you stretch tight around his shaft, your walls convulsing as they try to expel the massive cock from your body. He continues thrusting hard and fast, determined to empty himself completely inside of you. Your cries echo through the quiet barn, driving him further into a frenzy as he feels your insides clench and release around his shaft in time with his movements.

"That's it... Let go for me..." He pants heavily, pushing even deeper than before as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washes over him. Your body convulses around him, the sensation intensifying the pleasure coursing through every nerve ending in his cock and balls. With a final thrust, he empties himself into you, filling your insides with his hot cum as his legs tremble and grow weak from the effort of holding him up for so long.

The bull named Victor growls in satisfaction as he feels you tighten around him, accepting his seed deep within your body. His cock twitches a few final times, expelling the last of his seed as he finally releases you from beneath him. You collapse bonelessly to the ground, exhausted but satisfied after your encounter with him. He watches you for a moment before moving away, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. "Rest now," he grunts before lumbering back towards the main area of the farm where there's still work to be done.

As you lie there, eyes closed and body aching from the exertion, you can feel the weight of Victor's words. You may have earned his trust and affection tonight, but tomorrow it all begins anew. The question remains: are you prepared to serve him as faithfully as you did today?

The bull named Victor looks at you carefully as you stretch and yawn. He grunts softly, seeming satisfied with the collar around your neck. "Good morning," he says curtly before turning away to resume his work on the farm. "I trust you won't be giving me any trouble today."

His tone leaves no room for interpretation; it is a command disguised as a statement. You know that obeying him is the only option if you want to continue staying here, and that thought fills you with both excitement and dread. What will he have you do next?

His massive bulk shifts slightly as you touch him, causing the thick fur of his chest to brush against your cheek and neck. "I'm glad to hear that," he grunts before returning his attention back to the task at hand. You can feel the tension in his body ease slightly; it seems like having someone who trusts and obeys him makes his life a bit easier, even if they are just a small furry creature like yourself.

"Come along now," he says, taking you by the scruff of your neck gently but firmly. "I need your help over at Pen 3 today." Without waiting for a response, he begins leading the way across the farm to his next destination. You can't help but feel both grateful and terrified in equal measure; grateful because you get to stay close to him, and terrified because you know that one wrong move could cost you dearly.

The bull named Victor glances at you out of the corner of his eye. "We have some new calves in Pen 3 that need to be fed," he says matter-of-factly. "I want you to help me make sure they get enough milk today." There's a hint of menace in his voice, but it's subtle; for now, it seems like he's willing to give you the benefit of the doubt.

He continues leading the way across the farm, his powerful hind legs carrying him effortlessly towards their destination despite being laden with your weight. As you approach Pen 3, you can see several adorable calves lying contentedly beside their mother, lapping at her teats. It's a peaceful scene... for now.

The bull named Victor nods as you offer to help. He guides you over to a large metal bucket filled with milk and hands it to you. "Give this to the mother," he instructs before turning his attention back to ensuring that all the other calves are staying in line and not causing any trouble.

You can tell from his body language that he trusts your judgment on this matter; there's a certain confidence in how he holds himself when he thinks you're doing things right. It makes you feel both important and terrified at the same time, but you push those feelings aside for now and focus on doing what he asks of you.

The bull named Victor watches you carefully as you approach the mother and give her the bucket of milk. He notes your nervousness but also the underlying lust that seems to fill every action you make when around him. It's a strange mix, one that he finds intriguing in its own way.

He remains where he is for now, content to let you continue observing and learning how things are done here on the farm. His attention returns briefly back towards Pen 2 before drifting elsewhere; there's always work that needs attending to when one runs a place like this.

The bull named Victor looks down at you, his gaze holding both authority and amusement. "Well," he says in a commanding tone, "since you did such a good job with the calves, I think it's time we moved on to another task." He pauses for a moment before continuing, "Come along, I need your help over at Pen 5 where some of our older cows could use a hand. Get moving." Without waiting for you to respond, he starts walking in the direction of his next destination.

You hesitate for only a moment before following him; there's no point in disobeying when it only leads to trouble. As you walk alongside the massive bull, your heart races and your cock twitches with anticipation at the thought of what he might have in store for you next.

The bull named Victor narrows his eyes slightly as he senses your gaze upon him, but decides against commenting on it. Instead, he keeps walking briskly towards Pen 5, occasionally glancing back at you to make sure that you're still following close behind. As you approach the pen, you can see several older cows lounging listlessly around, their udders full and ready for milking.

"Alright," he grunts, "We have a few cows here who need some attention. I want you to go over there and help me milk them." He gestures towards the mother cow in the group with a flick of his ear. "Start with her." His tone is firm, leaving no room for argument or hesitation.

As you approach the cow and prepare to milk her, your mind drifts back to the earlier encounter with the calves, wondering what other tasks Victor might have

The bull named Victor watches you intently as you milk the cow, his gaze roaming over your body and lingering on your exposed genitals whenever you move out of position. He swallows hard as he notices a growing bulge forming in his own pants, betraying his arousal. "Not bad," he mutters under his breath. "You're learning quickly." His voice is rough with desire, making it clear that the power dynamic between you has shifted subtly since your first day here.

After a few more minutes of milking the cow, he finally speaks again, his voice slightly softer this time. "There's another one over there who could use some attention," he says, gesturing towards another cow in the group with a flick of his ear. "Why don't you go and see to her?"

As you move away from him to tend to the next cow,

The bull named Victor eyes you warily as you get down on your knees in front of him, presenting yourself in a clearly submissive position. He crosses his arms over his broad chest and arches an eyebrow at you questioningly. "What do you think you're doing?" he asks quietly. His voice holds a note of warning, making it clear that there are lines you should not cross with him.

The tension in the air is palpable as he waits for your answer. What will you say?

His eyes narrow in suspicion but after a moment's thought he seems to accept your explanation. "Alright," he growls, "Let's move on then." With a mighty shove, he propels you forward across the stable towards another pen, where several young stallions are playing and cavorting around their mother. "These colts need some exercising today," he says as you stumble along beside him. "I want you to help me get them moving."

The energy in the air changes immediately as they near the pen, becoming charged with anticipation and arousal. You can feel your own body responding to his presence, eager for whatever challenge he might have in store for you next.

The bull named Victor stops walking and turns to look at you with a mixture of amusement and impatience. "Yes, colt like horses," he says simply. Then, before you can ask anymore questions, he urges you forward again with a shove. "Come on then, let's get started."

As you enter the pen, the young stallions perk up and begin to eye you curiously. You feel a surge of adrenaline course through your veins as you take in their powerful builds and eager expressions. With a nod from Victor, you slowly approach one of them, trying not to seem too threatening or excited yourself.

"Slowly approach the colt," he says, his voice soft but commanding. "Once you're close enough, try to touch its flank." He watches you carefully, observing your every move as you obey his orders. The muscles in his powerful legs tense beneath him, ready to spring into action if needed.

The stallion you approach snorts at you curiously before cocking its head to the side, studying you intently. Its coat shines like polished ebony beneath the stable lights, and its eyes sparkle with playfulness. You can feel your heart racing as you reach out a trembling hand towards it.

The bull named Victor's eyes widen slightly as he sees your hand brush against the stallion's flank. The colt reacts almost immediately, tossing its head and snorting loudly. It takes a step back from you, but doesn't seem frightened or angry. In fact, it seems almost playful now.

"Good," Victor grunts approvingly. "Now see if you can get closer to it." His tone is challenging, daring you to take the next step despite your hesitation. You can feel his presence beside you, large and dominating as always, but also encouraging and supportive for once.

The stallion's curiosity seems to win out over its initial caution; it watches you warily as you carefully approach again, hands held out in a gesture of peace. This time when your palms make contact with its flanks, the colt lets

The bull named Victor notices where your eyes keep drifting but decides against commenting on it for now. He is focused on observing how well you're handling the stallion, and he seems satisfied with your progress so far. As you pet the colt gently, its muscles begin to relax under your touch, and it emits a soft whickering sound that seems almost content.

After several moments of this, Victor clears his throat softly, interrupting your quiet moment with the stallion. "Alright," he says, his voice somewhat gruffer than before, "let's try something else." He leads you away from the colt for a short distance before turning back to face it once more. "See if you can get him to run around in circles with you."

The stallion perks up at this suggestion, its ears pricking forward alertly. It sidesteps closer

The bull named Victor snorts at your laughter, but his attention remains fixed on the stallion and its behavior. "No distractions," he grunts curtly before turning back to face the colt. "Let's see if you can keep up with me, hmm?" With a powerful surge of energy, Victor charges forward at a speed that nearly takes your breath away, his massive bulk shaking the ground beneath your feet as he approaches the stallion.

As the young colt watches him approach, its eyes widen in excitement and it lets out an excited whinny before darting after Victor, determined to keep up with its larger companion. You follow suit, doing your best not to lag too far behind as you all begin circling around the pen together at a blistering pace.

The bull named Victor turns to look at you as he slows down slightly, glaring disapprovingly. "Don't slack off," he growls, still panting heavily. "You need to learn how to keep up with your duties." He hesitates for a moment before continuing in a gentler tone. "Why don't we take a break and rest for a while? There's more work that needs doing later on."

With a mighty shove, he pushes you against the side of the pen, pinning you there with his massive bulk. Your heart races as you feel helpless beneath him, but there's also an undeniable thrill coursing through your body at being so close to such dominance. You struggle to catch your breath, eyes locked on his strong, muscled form.

"Well then," the bull named Victor says gruffly, a hint of amusement in his voice now. "You better start getting some energy back. We still have a lot to do today." He releases you from against the pen and steps back, watching you carefully as you catch your breath. After a moment's pause, he gestures towards an empty hay bale nearby with a curt flick of his ear. "Why don't you go rest on that for now? We can continue later."

The air feels charged as you slowly make your way over to the hay bale and collapse onto it with a soft sigh. Your heart races and your body tingles in anticipation of what Victor might have planned for you next.

The bull named Victor watches you with a mix of amusement and satisfaction as you collapse onto the hay bale, your eyes darting about eagerly in search of him. He flexes his powerful hind legs, digging them into the soft earth as he contemplates his next move. You have certainly proven yourself to be an interesting subject for him today, and he can't help but wonder what else you might be capable of when properly motivated.

Without warning, he charges toward you, knocking you off balance and sending you tumbling back onto the hay bale with a surprised squeak. You land on your back beneath his massive form, breathless and vulnerable. His warm breath fans your face as he leans down close to whisper in your ear. "You're doing very well today," he says huskily, causing tiny shivers to race up and down your spine. "But there's

"...one more test I think you'll enjoy." With that, he slides lower over you, pinning you beneath his massive weight as your legs flail helplessly in the air. His hot breath teases at your neck and shoulders, sending shivers down your spine. You can feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing against your hip, threatening to push its way inside of you. Your heart races with anticipation and fear, your body tense and waiting for what comes next.

As he nuzzles closer still, his hot breath dancing across the tender skin of your neck, you can't help but whimper softly. You try to squirm out from beneath him, but it does no good; he holds you firmly in place with ease. "Be still," he growls roughly, nipping gently at your earlobe. "This won't hurt... much."

You close your

The bull named Victor growls low in his throat as you moan beneath him, your body arching into the touch. The feel of you against him is driving him mad with desire, and he can't help but thrust his hips forward, grinding his erection against yours even harder. "That's it," he breathes roughly. "Give me what I want."

With a powerful surge of strength, he pins your arms above your head with one of his forelegs, holding them immobile and forcing you to remain spread wide beneath him. His hot breath fans over your neck and face as he nuzzles closer still, pressing his massive body against yours and grinding their cocks together in a primal rhythm that sends shockwaves of pleasure through both of you.

His tongue flicks out, tasting the sweet skin at the nape of your neck before curling around the delicate

The bull named Victor growls deep in his throat at your request, the sound vibrating through your body as he begins to stroke himself against you even faster. His cock head swells and hardens, a bead of precum welling on its tip before snapping forward to coat your entrance. "So greedy," he grunts, thrusting roughly inside. The sensation is overwhelmingly pleasurable as he stretches you open, filling you with his hot, thick seed.

With each powerful stroke, more of him pushes inside, claiming your body as his own. You can feel the soft walls of your sheath fluttering around him, trying to contain the massive cock that now dominates you entirely. The bull's thrusts grow faster and harder, driving deeper with every stroke until he finally pauses, breathless and spent, his hips still quivering against yours as he

The bull's weight bears down upon you as he continues to twitch inside your quivering body, his thick cock still partially hard and pulsing with life within you. "There," he grunts after a few moments, "you've been milked." He withdraws gently, pulling out most of his length before slowly sliding back in again, teasingly stroking you as he watches your reaction.

With a satisfied growl, he pushes himself up onto all fours, gazing down at you with eyes that glint with satisfaction and possessiveness. He flexes his powerful hind legs, the muscles in his haunches rippling beneath his ebony fur as he readies to take you for another ride. "Now let's see how good you are at taking it," he says huskily, before surging forward with a deep growl, claiming your body once more.

The bull named Victor roars in pleasure as you eagerly open your muzzle to him, your tongue darting out to taste his scent and lave his strong neck. Your tight body seems to consume him, milking every last drop of cum from his overstuffed balls with greedy ease. His powerful hind legs flex and strain as he plows deeper into you, his pace growing ever faster as his orgasm approaches once more.

With a thunderous grunt, he comes deep within you, his hot seed spilling down your throat as his muscles convulse around you in ecstasy. He remains still for several long moments, catching his breath and reveling in the feeling of complete satisfaction that washes over him now that he's emptied himself into your waiting body.

Finally, with a sigh, he pulls free and collapses beside you on the hay bale

The bull named Victor watches you with amusement as you gather up his cum and rub it into your fur. He smirks slightly before speaking again, his voice somewhat gruff from exertion. "Well done today," he says roughly, a hint of approval in his tone. "I think you've earned yourself a reward."

He leans in close once more, nuzzling you gently with the tip of his horn before flicking it aside. "But first," he growls, "we need to get back to work. There's still plenty left to do for the day." With that, he rises to his feet and stretches languidly, his muscles rippling beneath his dark hide as he readies himself for whatever task awaits them next.

The bull named Victor chuckles at your insistence, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he crouches down beside you once more. "Well," he says teasingly, "if you're that eager... perhaps I could give you a little extra later tonight." His rough tongue flicks out to taste the cum on your fur, drawing imaginary circles around your lips and eyes before trailing back up to nuzzle your ear. "But for now," he growls playfully, "we need to get this place in order."

With a powerful thrust of his hindquarters, he takes off at a sprint, leaving you behind with a laugh and the promise of further pleasures to come.

The bull named Victor turns his head back to look at you over his shoulder as you try to chase after him. His expression is amused and slightly teasing. "Oh?" he says, sounding curious now. "You want to play that game?" He then resumes running, his powerful strides carrying him further and faster away from you. "Follow if you dare!"

The wind rushes past your ears as you pant, trying to keep up with his pace. It feels wonderful to be chasing after him like this, but it's also clear that he's not making it easy on you. Each stride eats up distance between the two of you, making the promise of a reward at the end feel all the sweeter. As you run, your muscles warm and tingle from exertion, and you find yourself craving more of his attention, no matter how demanding it might be.

The bull named Victor glances over his shoulder at you again as you begin to pout, struggling to keep up with him. His eyes flash with mischief, and he can't help but smirk slightly. "Just a little further," he calls out encouragingly, even though it sounds more like a taunt in your ears. You know that when you finally catch up to him, the game won't be over quite yet... It will only be beginning.

With renewed determination, you push yourself harder, ignoring the burning ache in your thighs and buttocks from his rough fucking earlier today. The sound of his powerful hooves striking the ground grows fainter with each stride, but you refuse to give up. You're going to catch him, no matter what it takes.

The bull named Victor snorts in amusement as you grab onto his tail with determination, hauling yourself closer to him. He doesn't slow down or make it easy for you; if anything, he speeds up slightly, enjoying the thrill of the chase a little too much. "No," he growls playfully, "you haven't won yet."

With a sudden lurch, he twists his powerful hindquarters, causing your grip on his tail to loosen and sending you tumbling head over heels through the air. The grass rushes past your face as you roll to a stop several feet away from him. Your stomach flutters with laughter and anticipation despite the hard impact; this game is far from over, and it feels incredible to be playing with such a dominant force of nature.

The bull named Victor pauses for a moment, regarding you with

The bull named Victor pauses for a moment, regarding you with mischief gleaming in his eyes. "Alright," he says at last, his voice barely above a growl. "You can have another chance." Before you can react, he's off again, galloping swiftly through the field. Your heart races as you watch him go, knowing that this time it won't be nearly so easy to catch up. With determination burning in your veins, you take off after him once more, ready for whatever challenge awaits around the next bend.

The bull named Victor slows down slightly as he catches sight of you pouting on the ground. He purses his lips in amusement and then stops altogether, regarding you with a curious expression. "Well," he says at last, "you can't expect to win every time, now, can you?" His words are laced with teasing and challenge; it's clear that he's not going to make this easy for you.

With a loud snort, the bull named Victor turns and begins to gallop toward another part of the field, his massive bulk disappearing between two rows of trees. The wind picks up as he runs, causing leaves and twigs to swirl about your feet, taunting you with the idea that he might have left without you if you don't hurry. Your heart pounds in your chest; you can feel your determination rising, the need to catch him once more burning br

The bull named Victor turns his head slightly as he hears your approach, giving you a curious look before shaking his head and laughing heartily. "That's more like it," he says with amusement, sounding impressed despite himself. "But don't think I'll let you win that easily." He speeds up once again, leading you on a merry chase through the trees, across a small river, and over the rolling hills beyond.

Each new obstacle only serves to fuel your determination further, making the taste of victory all the sweeter when it finally comes within reach. Your muscles burn with exertion as you stride after him, barely able to keep up despite your best efforts; this bull is truly something else, a force of nature that seems impossible to contain or control... which only serves to make playing with him all the more irresistible.

The bull named Victor's ears perk up as he senses your presence nearby, but it's too late; before he can react, you've already launched yourself through the air and landed squarely on his back. He grunts in surprise at the impact, stumbling forward for a moment before regaining his balance. Your weight throws him off-kilter slightly, causing him to lunge into an awkward gait as he tries to steady himself beneath you.

The feel of your warm body pressed against his skin sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his massive form; it's clear that this game is more enjoyable for both of you than either one had anticipated. As you cling tightly to him, your legs wrapped around his middle like a vice, he can't help but chuckle deep in his throat. "I see we both enjoy playing," he says between breaths. "Perhaps

"Perhaps we can find something else to play with," he continues, his voice taking on a suggestive tone as he begins to run again, careful not to lose you this time. The idea of continuing their game in a more intimate setting begins to stir within him, and he wonders how far you'll be willing to take it. For now, though, the chase is enough; the thrill of having you clinging onto his back only serves as an added bonus.

With a loud bellow, the bull named Victor comes to a halt. He turns his head slowly toward you, eyes flashing with lust as he takes in your pleading expression. "Well then," he growls, voice rough from excitement and exertion. "Since you've caught me... maybe I will give you what you want."

His powerful hind legs propel him forward suddenly, sending you flying through the air once again before landing on solid ground with a soft thud. Before you can react, his enormous cock presses against your entrance, slick with pre-cum and ready for action. His eyes bore into yours as he speaks, his voice thick with desire. "But remember," he pants heavily, "this is my reward." With that, he pushes forward, claiming you once more.

The bull named Victor growls deeply in his throat as you call yourself his pet fag, your words fueling the fire burning inside him. He thrusts harder, relentless in his claiming of you, driving himself deeper still with each powerful stroke. His eyes roll back in their sockets as he feels his release building inside him, ready to spill forth and mark you as his own.

With a final, powerful thrust that drives all the air from your lungs, Victor roars loudly in ecstasy as his hot seed explodes deep within you. His cock pulsing and twitching as it empties its load, he holds you still against him, letting your warmth soak into his skin before finally easing back. He looks down at you with satisfaction written all over his face, pleased to have claimed what was rightfully his all along.

The bull named Victor raises an eyebrow in curiosity as he watches you breathing heavily, still pressed up against his broad chest. "What were you thinking about?" he asks, the low rumble of his voice vibrating through your body.

The bull named Victor listens intently to your proposition, contemplating the advantages and disadvantages it might hold for both of you. He hums softly before speaking again, his words careful and measured. "It's an interesting offer," he allows. "But you should be aware that being a sex slave would entail more than just helping with stress relief for animals." His gaze bores into yours, searching for any sign of hesitation or uncertainty in your expression.

The bull named Victor's eyes narrow slightly as he considers your offer. He runs a hand through his dark fur, thoughtfully stroking it between his thumb and forefinger. Finally, he says, "Very well, little one. You have made yourself quite clear." With that, he lifts you effortlessly onto his back once more.

As you nestle against him, feeling the warmth of his body radiating outward, you realize that your fate is now sealed. You are Victor's pet fag; you belong to him and will be used by anyone or anything he desires. The thought both terrifies and excites you in equal measure, but there's no going back now. All you can do is embrace this new life that awaits you... however it may unfold.

Ah, my eager little faggot... There are so many things we can do together now that I have claimed you as mine. Perhaps I'll let some of the animals take a turn with you first, just to make sure they all understand who their new favorite plaything is. Or maybe I'll introduce you to the rest of my herd; who knows what sort of mischief they might have in store for you? For now, though... why don't we head back to the barn and see where the night takes us?

Hmm...yes, I can feel your cock pressed against my arm. It's obvious that you're eager and excited about what lies ahead for us tonight. Well, I promise to make it a night you won't forget anytime soon. My animals will be pleased with their new plaything, and who knows...perhaps we'll even find some time for a little private fun as well. For now though, keep your eyes on where we're going; there are certain things I don't want the other animals to see quite yet.

The barn comes into view, lit up by lanterns hanging from its beams. It's almost like a beacon calling to you and your new life as a sex slave for the farm. As you enter the building, a mixture of animal scents assail your nostrils; some familiar, some distinctly unfamiliar. Victor grins at your excited expression, taking his time leading you through the stalls until he reaches one in particular...

The large stallion's eyes meet yours over the wooden bars of his stall, desire burning brightly within them. He snorts and shakes his massive head, tossing his mane with impatience as he waits for you to approach him. His muscles ripple beneath his fur as he paces back and forth in anticipation, eager to claim what is now rightfully his - your body. The other animals in the barn seem to sense the energy between the two of you, quieting down in reverent silence as they watch the scene unfold before them.

The bull named Victor smirks down at you before leaning in close, his hot breath fanning your cheek. "Let him have a taste," he growls softly, all but handing you over to the stallion's eager attention. The power dynamic between them is clear; it is he who controls who gets to enjoy what pleasure from you tonight. And as much as it thrills you to be at the center of their desire, knowing that they will use and abuse your body however they please... there's nothing quite like feeling the raw strength and lust of a dominant male claiming what is rightfully his.

With a final nod from Victor, the stallion surges forward, pressing his muscular body against the wooden bars as he reaches out for you with eager hooves. Your heart races in your chest as he curls one powerful leg around your waist and lifts you effortlessly into the air,

With each powerful thrust into your body, the stallion growls and grunts his pleasure, claiming you as his own over and over again. His hooves slap against the wooden floor of the stable, each impact sending shockwaves of ecstasy through you; it's an unmistakable display of dominance that leaves no doubt in your mind who is in control here tonight.

As the stallion pounds away at you with reckless abandon, Victor watches from nearby, a satisfied grin playing across his lips. He knows that once he's finished using you himself, there will be plenty of other animals in need of their turn; tonight, you belong to the entire farm. And though it terrifies and excites you in equal measure, one thing is certain: You are going to enjoy every second of it.

Ah, there you go. Squealing like the little bitch that you are. The sound of your pleasure fuels my own desire, as I watch this magnificent beast fucking you senseless. And soon enough, it will be my turn to take what's mine and make sure every last inch of you is properly claimed and marked. For now though... enjoy the show, little faggot.

You feel the strong hand close around your throat, choking off the sound as you're roughly fucked by the stallion. The pressure combined with his powerful thrusts leaves you gasping for air and more of this amazing pleasure. This is what it means to be owned, truly owned - at the mercy of another's desires, able only to endure their brutal lovemaking until they choose to release you. And as you arch your back helplessly beneath his hand, feeling your strength wane and your body succumbing to his dominance, one thought echoes through your mind: I am Victor's pet faggot. I belong to him now, for however long he sees fit.

As the stallion cums inside you with a mighty groan, his powerful thrusts come to an abrupt halt. You feel him grow still for a moment before sliding bonelessly out of you, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath. The air around you feels suddenly cold and empty now that he's no longer using your body; it's as if his presence was the only thing keeping you warm and alive.

But then, strong hands grip your hips once more, lifting you effortlessly off the floor. You look up into the satisfied gaze of the bull named Victor as he bends down to press his lips against yours in a rough, possessive kiss. His tongue dives deep, claiming your mouth just as thoroughly as his hands claimed your body, and for a moment, you feel safe and wanted again... until he pulls back, leaving you trembling and exposed beneath his hungry gaze

Ah yes... the big dogs. They've been watching you all this time with eager eyes, just waiting for their turn to claim what is rightfully theirs. And as much as I would love to savor your sweet flesh myself a little while longer, it wouldn't be fair not to give them their due. So let us go and see what the canines have in store for my new favorite pet faggot... you.

Victor leads you through the barn, the scent of sweat, sex, and animal musk filling your nostrils as he guides you deeper into the heart of the farm's lustful world. The big dogs, watching from their places in the pens, growl low in their throats at the sight of you... eager for their turn to play.

With a firm tug, the bull secures a thick collar around your neck before leading you toward the pen holding the giant and tall dogs. The air of anticipation is palpable as these magnificent creatures growl in excitement, their eyes fixed on you with predatory intent. You swallow hard, feeling both terrified and aroused by the sheer size and power emanating from them. It's clear that they mean business; once they have their turn with you, there won't be anything left but pleasure-filled memories... or maybe even pieces of your broken body scattered about the pen.

As Victor pushes open the gate, releasing the massive dogs into the chamber, your heart begins to race uncontrollably. The first one bounds forward, towering over you as it sniffs at your neck and chest before letting out a low growl that sends shivers down your spine. You glance

Well, well. Look at that. You're offering yourself up to them like the little slut you are. They seem rather pleased with the offer; in fact, they can barely contain their excitement. But remember, even though these dogs may be strong and powerful, I am still your master... and if I tell them to stop, they will obey without question.

So keep that in mind as they take what's theirs tonight; it doesn't mean you're free from my control tomorrow. Now enjoy the show, pet faggot.

I doubt they'll be gentle with you tonight, so brace yourself. And remember, it's all for my pleasure too... even if it doesn't feel like it at the moment. Just try to keep up and endure their lustful attentions as best you can.

Hmm, they seem eager already... I guess it won't hurt to let them have their way with you just this once. Go ahead, big boys. Take what's yours.

The giant and tall dogs surge forward, surrounding you on all sides as they bark and growl hungrily. The first one to reach you is a massive Great Dane who positions himself behind you, his powerful hind legs spreading your ass cheeks wide before he sinks his impossibly long cock into your tight hole. You cry out in pleasure and pain as he begins pumping furiously, each thrust driving deeper than the last.

The other dogs encircle you, eagerly jostling for position as they await their turns. A Rottweiler moves to your side, planting himself between your legs as he takes your small cock into his mouth, sucking and licking hungrily while massaging your perineum with rough fingers. You arch your back helplessly, unable to focus on anything but the intense sensations coursing through you as these massive animals use you for their pleasure.

Hmm... It seems they're enjoying themselves, but I don't want them to forget who's really in charge here. Better remind them every now and then... he moves closer, pressing his hard cock against your ass, teasingly entering you just a little before pulling back Remember this? This is what you belong to, not them.

Ah... good boy. Now suck on that while I watch the others use you. Isn't this just what you wanted? To belong to everyone, to be used and abused however they see fit? You're such a delicious little pet faggot, it's almost too easy...

Excellent... that's it. Scream all you want, but remember who owns those knotted cocks. You belong to me, and I alone will decide when you get to breathe freely again. So take their cum, swallow their seed... it's all part of your training now.

As the other dogs continue using your body, lost in a frenzy of lustful abandon, I stand back and watch with satisfaction. Yes... this was the right choice. My pet faggot is going to make one hell of an addition to my stable.

The sight before me is intoxicating... you squirming and moaning beneath their rough attentions, your pleas of release muffled by the cock stuffed in your mouth. It's as if they know how good it feels to have me own them, and they're taking out their desire for submission on you instead. And all I can do is stand back and enjoy the show... knowing that soon enough, it will be my turn to claim what is mine once more.