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Cowboy farm 4
Days have passed and you would think things got better, and they did, in some way. Farmer Harris milked me in the morning, and started doing it again midday, this as usual outside his house sitting on a stool and pouring my milk on a jar, and just as the vet told Mr Harris, my jugs got drained, such a weird feeling having my jugs shrunk, the funny part is that my urges increased, my teat gets hard a lot, I would dare to say I spend most of my days having a stiff teat rather than soft.
Today I wake up after having one of those rare dreams, I was sitting between Mr Harris legs and he was milking me just as the other day, I was squirming and grinding myself eagerly when suddenly one the horsemen kneels in front of me, he smirks and takes my teat to stroke it, then I feel a hand on my face and I turn to find there is no longer farmer Harris behind me but the other horseman, he whispers that he is going to take care of me and I nod shivering at the feeling of his breath, he gets closer and I slightly open my mouth, the big horse man locks eyes with me and then puts his lips against mine.
When I wake I'm facing the mat, I'm rubbing my body against it, I move my hand down and reach for my teat, I lift my hips to get a better grip and start stroking it, I'm grinding my body on my mat and the feeling of it on my nipples makes them get hard, I keep my eyes closed moaning with the pleasure I'm giving myself, and then with spasms I unload my seed. I kneel on the floor and look at it, so similar to my milk, though this seed seems thicker, gooey, I stick a finger and get some, I lift it up to my nose and sniff, then I taste it, I suck my finger, not bad.
I've been checking on the crops and pruning some of the herbs at the green house when I hear Mr Harris calling me. I walk towards the house and find him standing outside, wearing his usual comfy clothes, jeans and a flanel shirt a bit opened at the neck showing some of his chest hair, next to him, a rather young man dressed more neatly, khakis and a well tucked light blue shirt buttoned all the way up, what made him look a little more relaxed was that his sleeves were rolled up to the elbow. Meanwhile, I stand with nothing covering me, what would I wear clothes? I'm just a farm cowboy.
"Joe, say hi to Mr Stevens, he is a vet", he introduces the man with evident joy in his eyes, "Or should I say doctor?... I really don't know..."
"Oh, don't worry", he smiles, showing a shiny smile "just call me Victor", the newly introduced veterinarian stretches his hand looking at me, he is handing it to me, what...? Is he trying to shake hands with me?
I shyly take his hand and he firmly holds it. "Nice to meet you Joe", he says as I remain mute and draw half a smile.
"Oh!", the hand shake takes Mr Harris by surprise, he is a good owner but always has made sure we know our place in the farm, I know that because my father told me.
"Is just a gesture to bond with the 'patient', it's given me great results to treat livestock, gives them a feeling of respect, and familiarity", his glowing smile doesn't fade as he keeps talking "Joe here doesn't seem to be one to put resistance", now puts his hand on my shoulder and I lay eyes on it, soft and strong, "try doing check ups to a herd of horsemen, specially stallions".
They tell me to get inside the house and I follow, "Dr. Stevens is here", farmer Harris begins to tell but receives a friendly frown from the younger man "Victor... is here, to do a routine check up, let him do whatever he needs to do".
"Yes sir", I stay quiet, standing between the living room and the dining table, letting this man touch my body, he starts with my teeth and can't help to feel unease, then he continues with every inch of my body and I squirm as he tickles me, "hasn't he had an examination before?"
"I'm afraid not", says farmer Harris standing next to us, "I owned his father and raised him with common farmer knowledge and some internet, but now I'm older and he is a great asset for me, I don't want to misjudge anything".
"That's wise of you", his warm touch is sending signals to all the wrong parts, everything that can get hard, got hard. "Very sensitive nipples", he says pinching one, and just as if my nipples were oddly connected to my crotch, my teat twitched, "good", he turns to see Mr Harris, "just as you said, obviously he is in heat, perfect time to breed".
"Oh no", Mr Harris says, "I don't think so".
"Why is that? You already said is a great asset, young, fit and let me say this in advance, perfectly healthy, why wouldn't you?"
"As I said, I owned his father, and raised him, decided to breed from him when I was younger, just for the joy of having a calf in the farm, but now I'm older, cowboys live up to 40 years, I'll be 80 by the time that happens, and maybe I'll outlive Joe, but not his offspring if I decide to breed from him"
"I understand", says Mr Stevens not quite convinced, "but you can get a profit from it, farmers pay a lot for fit young cowboys to breed with their cowgirls, good genes pay good money... and Joe would sure enjoy all the mounts he can get", I Open my eyes in disbelief, what are they talking about?
"And you know what happens in those cowboy and cowgirl's facilities... wouldn't want that fate to them..."
"I guess our poor cowboy Joe will never know the joys of mating", the vet steps in front of me, grabbing my teat, completely hard, and he is stroking it, "do you mind if I take a sample of his seed? Just to send it to the lab and make sure everything is fine in case you change your mind", he is making eye contact with me even though he is obviously not asking me for permission.
"Feel free, go ahead, I will be happy to know he is good health".
"Just so you know, I'm going to teach you a trick...", says the vet walking for his small black bag and reaching for something, "There's a way of reducing the heat period in cowboys", Mr. Harris looks intrigued, " if they regularly spend lets say three weeks in heat", He takes our rubber gloves, a tube and a very small package "you can narrow it to a period of five days tops", he puts the gloves then unwraps the package, "you know, three weeks in heat translate to three weeks not producing milk, take it to a big farm with a hundred cowboys, well you do the numbers".
"...and how is that?...", Mr Harris crossed his arms not really believing.
"Stimulating the 'milk glans' of course", he approaches me reaching for my erect teat, puts a small plastic circle on the tip making it twitch, then rolls it down its lenght, I take a deep breath feeling the pressure of his hand covering my teat with this strange plastic sheath, "bend over and lean on the table Joe, and stick your rear up", he commands, I do as told and I just hear the squishing sound coming out of the tube, I try looking back but he is already behind me with his hand on my back, a slight smile on his face, then I get the feel of something cold, and I shiver, "easy boy...", he says, I push myself forward with my elbows on the table, his fingers are doing circle movements between my ass cheeks, the cream is no longer cold, "now, be prepared, take deep breaths, I'm going in..."
What does he mea...! Oooh! His finger is opening its way in, I turn back and see his face, he is mature, but not like Mr Harris, he may be reaching 40 years soon unless he already has.
"Now that I have half my finger in I'm going to stretch it to try and fit one more", I start whimpering, making quiet moaning sounds, it doesn't takes him much to try and stick his other finger, "sometimes you have to force it a little when they are too tight, just like Joe", I moan feeling how he made his way on even when I wasn't that stretched, "and... we stimulate..."
If I thought the feeling was odd and a little discomforting I wasn't prepared for the 'stimulation', he started twisting his two fingers in, moving them around and trying to reach something apparently so deep in me that he had to push and push.
He kept going for a while explaining the farmer the proper way to do it, giving more 'Tips' and telling him that he should do it as much as he could for me to start producing milk again, "there's no need for him to reach the peak, he doesn't have to unload, is just the stimulation until you see his jugs start filling again, so be free to do the massage several times a day", I don't know why but though it was odd I no longer feel discomfort, I keep moaning and my teat is still hard, bouncing around with the sheath on.
The massage keeps going and the vet's hand lays on my back, he starts rubbing, soft hand over my smooth skin, the gets to my neck and holds firmly, his fingers keep going in, around, twist and midway out to repeat again and again. I feel my body tense, "that's it...", he says, "he is close...", he starts doing it a little more faster and wide inner movements, "you will feel how his hole tries to trap your fingers, I moan and feel my teat throb, "goodness! He is tight!", I guess praising someone's rear tightness is a compliment, he is laughing and encouraging, then the spasms begin, his fingers push all the way inside me poking something that makes me moan loader as I feel my seed burst out filling the plastic sheath.
"Ooooooh!!!!", I try clenching my hands on the hard wooden table without success, and my legs weaken, my teat swells with every rope of seed that I shoot until nothing more comes out.
Mr Stevens seizes the plastic holding my palpitating limb and pulling it causing me to shake, he ties a knot on it and puts it in his bag.
"Thank you so much D- Victor!", says Mr. Harris looking to shake his hand and holding it with both of his, "this was quite educational, I won't hesitate in calling you again for more advice", as I try to recover I don't see the learning experience from it, I just know was a rare but intense milking... I think I might have enjoyed it, "hey! Perhaps you could help me getting Joe in better shape for the fair, his father brought some ribbons home, but that was before they got so competitive".
"That for sure! Glad to help, and I know what you mean, those contests lost its focus when all the 'enhancing' began, but will get our boy Joe in good shape", he started packing his things and walking to the front door, "If that's your intention, make him work out, not just farm work, he must do some jogging in the morning for cardio and make him lift some weight throughout the day to build muscle.
"Consider it done!"