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“Really?”
“Mmhmm. A lot of these girls spend their first few weeks begging for it, though we don’t have enough farmhands to go around. We have to prioritize those who need it the most.”
I wasn’t sure what to make of it, but before I could say more, we arrived at a new stall. A man was restrained there, not a woman. His muscles were swollen and were ... off. One arm slightly thicker than another. The muscles were raised in odd places and pulled taut in others. Across his back, starting from his nape, he’d grown short, thick fur, like a black bull. A malformed vestigial tail sprouted from his coccyx.
Shock froze me. He was fully naked, on all fours, his ass on display. His cock hung large and heavy, pointing to the floor. It was about the thickness of a can of Pringles, perhaps longer than one. The shape was human, but the color was off. The man had fair skin (where it wasn’t covered with fur), but his cock had streaks of pink like new skin. The marks almost looked like stretch marks, but much more intense.
I couldn’t see his face either. A black, rubber bull mask was placed over it, making him the mythical minotaur. His tired grunts came out muffled, indicating he wore a gag. He seemed unaware of our presence. The mask had no holes for the eyes.
“He can’t see or hear us and he cannot speak,” Carter explained.
“Why is it a man? H-he has no milk, right?”
“No. No milk,” Carter confirmed. “This man is … a very bad man, you see. Like Henderson. Or my father. Or yours. He’s not here to be milked. He’s here to be punished.”
I couldn’t help but stare at the huge, twitching cock between the man’s legs. It was Carter’s fault for not fucking me. He even admitted that cows needed cock for their health. The bull’s member was as scary as it was arousing.
It seemed too big for me to take, even if I wanted to. Plus, the hair growth and uneven muscles made him some form attractive and monstrous. I couldn’t decide if I found him hot or disgusting. It didn’t matter. Carter said the bull was terrible. I wouldn’t expose myself to terrible people anymore, no matter my curiosity.
“So, you’ll keep him here?”
“Yes. As I feel it’s needed for his punishment. The thing is …” Carter trailed off.
He reached out and cupped the bull’s balls. They were covered in black fur like the top of his back and they were huge. Each was bigger than an orange. The man grunted and squirmed slightly at Carter’s caress.
“My scientist tell me he might have a stroke if we don’t give him some relief. I could use him as a stud for the cows, but that would be a reward, one he doesn’t deserve, so I planned to provide an alternative method.”
Carter met my gaze. I was sure he saw how turned on I was. I was squeezing my thighs and rubbing my arms against the sides of my tits. I was ashamed, but I also wasn’t the one squeezing and massaging the bull’s balls.
“Maybe you want to be the one to do it,” he mused.
“M-me?”
“Would you like to punish a really bad man?”
I looked at the man and noticed the hint of a tattoo on his bound wrist. I remembered what Wren told me about her assault, took a deep breath, then nodded.
“Yes, I would,” I said.
Carter smiled, then slapped the bull’s balls as one might slap the ass of a curvy woman. A muffled yelp echoed.
“Great, let me show you how,” Carter said.
Ihad been hesitant at first to include Tiffany with this bull’s punishment. I was expecting to come here alone, but the truth was, I was already hard thinking about it. Fucking Tiffany and drinking from her tits was hot. Masturbating afterwards gave temporary relief, but my own hands were a temporary fix. I needed more. I had no intention of fucking another woman, even if it was just to come, which left one option – the same one I’d been denying myself.
Besides, with my calf here and the prisoner, I’d created the perfect opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. There was no love here, no caring. Just need. My need to come, his need to come. The only reason I cared about his needs was to ensure he had a long punishment. If I was honest, fucking a man with such a huge cock was a big turn on too; the power of dominating a bigger beast.
Now, Tiffany was going to do the honor of giving the prisoner the relief he needed. I was denied my shot at fucking him, but watching her take care of him was just as hot. He’d get to feel her, but she’d remain mine.
I’d claimed her. She’d accepted it. She was entirely mine. This proved it. She was willing to follow my commands even if that meant participating in punishment. When Tiffany confessed to having burned her house and her family, I knew she’d understand. She saw me and accepted me as the monster that I was.
Even if I was still withholding one secret.
“Here.” I pulled the small strap-on harness from an adjacent stall and attached a dildo to it. It was bigger than the average cock, metallic, and had strange brass ridges near the head. “Put this on.”
Tiffany looked at it strangely, then to me with confusion, but she nodded. Then she slid the harness around her waist while I connected the metallic dildo to an outlet in the column between stalls.
“Is that a vibrator?”
