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A special birthday sized chapter!
CH 6.
Marc sighed exiting the East wing of the mansion. He was exhausted. He thought when his uncle said they'd celebrate his birthday, he meant a small party. Honestly, Uncle T, Ken, Heather and even Trevor was enough. That however was not what he ended up with. The east wing was full of farm workers and Cowmen congratulating him.
The party was still in full swing, but Marc needed some time away. Even though the east wing was packed, Marc knew it wasn't even a fraction of the people on the farm. He could still see workers and Cowmen out in the back going about their daily routine.
Marc's respite was interrupted by Heather coming out into the main hall.
"I was wondering where you went." She wore a sun dress with party necklaces that were given out earlier. She also had a birthday hat on cocked to the side which she claimed to be wearing `ironically', but Marc suspected she just wanted to wear it.
"I just needed some air." Marc admitted
"What? Is it hard being Mr. Popular?"
"No, I'm sure most of those guys are there for my Uncle as opposed to me.
Heather shrugged, "I mean, I figured. You haven't been here that long so, you couldn't know all of them."
Although it was a completely logical response, Marc couldn't help but feel a little hurt. He could be friends with everyone in there, if he applied himself more.
"Are you coming back to the party soon?" Heather asked adjusting her hat.
"In a bit." Marc answered. Heather gave a kind smile and sauntered back to the party. Marc knew she was probably the only one concerned about the birthday boy. Uncle T was trapped in various conversations, Ken was gorging himself on birthday sweets, and Trevor was no where to be seen. There were so many people at the party it was possible Marc overlooked him.
In truth, the problem was the people here were just too old for Marc to feel like he could connect with them. It was no different than when his parents forced him to go to parties, claiming there were other `kids' and those kids were years older than him.
Marc thought maybe it was a personal problem. Heather was the same age and she had no trouble talking to people. Normally, her vibe was `I'm too cool to talk,' but today she was a friendlier person. The more Marc thought it over Heather was a neighbor, so it wasn't impossible she knew a lot of people here already. However, judging by her actions she was probably so gregarious today for Marc's sake.
Marc envied how she could turn on her charm if she wanted too. In a group of strangers Marc knew he wasn't that kind of person.
Marc looked around the main hall. It was still the same. Floors freshly cleaned, windows polished, stairs swept. The milking stations' door close shut and the breeding stations' door...
"what the?" Marc took a step closer. Surely his eyes were playing tricks on him. The door was slightly ajar. Marc kept walking closer. There were no optical illusions nor, deceit with light and shadow. The door was open. Just a crack. A worker must have not noticed.
Marc felt the universe was giving him a sign. It was his birthday and here was his present. Marc was shaking. What would he find on the other side? He thought maybe he shouldn't go. Yesterday he refused to go beyond the border, but this felt different. When would he ever have a chance this good?
Taking a deep breath, Marc looked around to make sure no one was watching, then stepped through the door.
Marc entered a long hallway filled with various shades of brown. He was confused. He felt like he had stepped into another building. Was he in a hotel? That was clearly the theme behind the design. An upscale hotel, but a hotel none the less. It was weird to walk from a mansion into a hotel. What was even the point?
Marc began walking down the long hall. It was quite normal. The first few rooms had regular hotel doors with their own room numbers.
As he got further down some of the walls had windows that he could use to see into the rooms. He stopped by one room. It was standard. A large bed with a nightstand and even a TV. He wandered to another one. This room was bare, white sheets, white walls and only a bed and night stand with a light.
Marc continued walking. The white room was weird, but it seemed there were more of those, than the typical hotel room choice.
He got further down and investigated another room. He saw the same, but this time on the opposite wall was another door and another widow, that he couldn't see into.
Marc went back to a few previous rooms. He had overlooked that they all had doors on the other side. The doors blended in perfectly with the wall, they were easy to miss. That meant it was possible to enter the rooms on either side. But what would be the point of all that? Marc thought.
"Woah," Marc said to himself as he came to a room that was occupied. He could see a couple on the bed talking to another person sitting on a chair. Marc knew the couple had to be Cowmen. It was a man and a woman, and they were so stunning. If this was the breeding station it was obvious what they were here for. The other person Marc knew was a worker, he'd seen him on the farm.
Marc kept going. How long was this hallway? He felt there was no end in sight. Finally, Marc came upon a room where he saw a familiar face.
A male cowman was leading another male cowman into the room. The leading male threw the other on the bed and climbed on top of him where they started making out. Besides two hot people make in out in front of him there was something else different about the scene. One of the males was clearly pregnant. Marc only knew this because he had met the guy before. It was Dan.
Marc was enthralled. He had never seen two men make out before. At least not if it wasn't on the internet. Now, two men in nothing but jeans were kissing in front him.
Marc was surprised by how Dan was acting. As submissive as he was with Uncle T, Dan sure knew how to dominate this other cowman. It was clear both knew Dan was in charge. The two men began to remove their pants.
Marc felt his own cock growing harder in his shorts. He wanted to storm right in there and join them.
Dan wore boxers that were tenting as his hard cock pressed on them. Marc wanted so badly to see Dan's cock. Dan started to pull down his boxers revealing the top of his ass.
"What are you doing?" Marc felt something touch his shoulders. He jumped back.
"Nice one," Trevor said looking displeased. In Marc's shock, he had hit Trevor's hand, causing the young cowman to spill a drink. Based on the cup, the drink was clearly from the party. Unfortunately, it had now landed on Trevor's shirt.
"I am so sorry," Marc said.
Trevor took a deep breath. "No worries, we all make mistakes. Right?"
Marc smiled back. Him and Trevor had made some progress on the friendship level.
"What are you doing back here?" Marc asked Trevor.
"I was looking for you. I'm not used to parties and you're my only friend here and I wanted..." Trevor's eyes went down Marc's body as he talked. Marc allowed his eyes to follow where Trevor was looking.
Right to Marc's crotch. Now sporting a semi-hard on. Marc was embarrassed, if he had lighter skin, he'd be crimson red by now.
"It looks like you were doing something more fun." Trevor said stepping closer and moving Marc aside.
This time both teens looked through the window. Marc wanted to pout. He had missed his chance at seeing Dan's cock. Dan was now firmly buried deep inside the other cowman.
The two Cowmen inside the room hadn't noticed the conversation that had gone on.
Dan began to plow the cowman underneath him.
"Holy shit! I've never seen a breeding taking place before." Trevor put his hands through his black hair, He was blown away.
"It's just sex." Marc said plainly, trying to underplay how turned on he was.
"Marc, you don't get it. That guy on the bottom is getting bred thoroughly." Trevor was staring intensely, pressing himself up onto the glass. "And the one on top is pregnant himself and doing the breeding. That's so hot!"
Dan continued to drive himself deeper, pressing his hips harder into the bottom as they fucked missionary style.
Trevor continued to speak, "Any human or cowman can just have sex and make babies, but breeding is on a whole another level." Trevor quickly added "I've never actually seen sex, but that's what I've been told."
Marc wanted to ask who says things like that but was way too into the scene right in front of him. Marc looked over and saw that Trevor was experiencing his own growth in his cargo shorts.
Dan, their blond Adonis, while still fucking picked up his partner and moved them up against the opposite side of the window where Trevor and Marc were. Dan turned his partner around so he could fuck him from behind. That left the partner's well-developed body and dick on display.
"Um?" Trevor said, having taken a step back. "I guess they can't see us."
"Yeah, I figured this was a one-way mirror type of thing." Marc admitted. "They probably can't hear us either."
Dan picked up his partner's right leg and used his left hand to jerk his partner off. Now, Marc had a clear view of the base of Dan's cock. Marc was miffed it wasn't the full thing, but he'd take what he could get. Besides Dan had a nice pair of balls that swung as he fucked, he another cowman.
Even though it was just hilt, the boys could see Dan had a thick cock that impaled the other cowman.
Dan didn't relent on his fucking. The cowman on bottom was a prisoner to Dan's pleasure. Dan had started stroking faster on his partner's cock as the thrusts got harder. Dan started to kiss and bite along the neck. Suddenly, the cowman threw his head back has his balls drew up. His cock exploded, shooting ropes of cum onto the window. The cum landed with various small impacts, causing both teens to jolt back. Dan kept stroking and milking the cock. The cowman shuddered again and more cum came out.
Finally, Dan removed his hand from the cock, but kept the right leg in the air. Dan used his body to press the other cowman closer to the window, so his cock was trapped. Dan was ready to cum now. He fucked the cowmen into the window, His face went red as he prepared to empty his load. He buried his head into his partner's back.
Marc quickly bent down, He could see Dan's cock emptying the contents of his balls. Too bad he couldn't see the whole thing fire off.
As Marc looked through the window, a stream of cum flowed down in front of his view. Dan had successfully fucked another load out of his partner.
"We should go now," Marc said against his hornier judgment.
"But that was just round one," Trevor whined.
"Round one? How many times do they need to do it?" Marc said, taking Trevor's hand and pulling him away.
"Well, I don't doubt that guy's a 100% pregnant now, but it is a breeding." Trevor laughed. "I was wondering, did you see how much that guy came? He probably was the one that knocked the blond guy up."
Marc was intent on not thinking about it. He was actively trying to forget what he saw. His uncle had a good reason for not wanting him here. This area was a 24/7 porn center. Marc new he could handle it, but his dick said otherwise. He couldn't pull Trevor through the door fast enough. He closed the breeding stations' door and breathed a sigh of relief.
Trevor was lost in his own thoughts, but Marc was looking at the drink he had spilled on Trevor's shirt.
"Let's get you another shirt," Marc said.
"Oh, I forgot." Trevor said, looking at his shirt not really caring.
"You can borrow one of mine." Marc said walking up to his room with Trevor following behind him. The sounds of party continued to blare as the teens walked by.
Marc lead Trevor into his room. Trevor wanted to talk about what they had seen, but Marc wasn't here for it. It was easy for Marc, if he could compartmentalize his parents' divorce, he could easily sit sex aside.
Marc handed Trevor a blue T-shirt and sat on the edge of his bed. He watched as Trevor pulled off the stained shirt.
Marc got a chance to see Trevor's back. Marc's mouth was left wide open.
Trevor had scars and bruises along his back. It was beautiful and well sculpted, but no doubt damaged.
Trevor pulled the clean shirt over his body. He turned around and faced Marc.
Marc almost fell off the bed laughing. His shirt was too tight and small for Trevor's athletic body. Trevor's chest needed more room and his biceps were being squeezed.
Trevor had already stormed out of the room, then out the back door before Marc caught up with him.
"Wait, I'm sorry." Marc said running trying to stifle his laughter. "We have to get back to the party."
"Not before I change my shirt." Trevor kept going with Marc tailing him.
The two approached Trevor and Ken's house.
Marc felt excited. He was going to a friend's house for the first time in a while.
It was a one-story house with a living room and kitchen and two separate bedrooms. Pretty basic, but for two kids would they need more?
Trevor and Marc walked into Trevor's room. It was full of weights, and exercise equipment scattered around the floor. There were two dressers, one with a TV, across from the bed. The second dresser was on the wall opposite the room's entrance. On top of that dresser was a machine. Wanting to get a closer look Marc moved into the room, tripping on a dumbbell, thankfully, Trevor caught him.
"Woah, be careful that's expensive!" Trevor said holding Marc up by his arm.
"Gee, thanks for the concern," Marc replied.
"Sorry," Trevor said letting go of Marc. "It's just these are all I have left of my home.
Marc looked around. He remembered when he met Trevor. All he had was a suitcase and a bookbag. He must have stuffed the dumbbells in one of them.
Trevor took off Marc's shirt and handed it back to him. Marc was impressed, he half expected Trevor to just throw the shirt on the ground. Marc wouldn't have been surprised, his other guy friends back home did that.
Once again, Marc was greeted by the sight of Trevor's back. This time Trevor turned around displaying his abs and pecs. The front of his body was in the same state.
Trevor looked around for a shirt as if he was expecting to find one on the floor.
"Hey," Marc said cutting the silence. "How did you get all those scars?" At first Marc thought it wouldn't have been inappropriate to ask, but Trevor didn't appear to be afraid of showing them. Marc knew what his uncle had said about Trevor's past, but now he felt an urgent need to know the details.
"I got them from fights." Trevor said bending down and reaching under his bed. He pulled out his suitcase and opened it.
"What were you a rowdy kid in Cowmen school?" Marc said, not taking his eyes of Trevor.
"I didn't go to school, but I did fight other Cowmen." Trevor tossed around the few clothes he had left in his suitcase. Marc wanted to ask why he hadn't unpacked all his clothes, but their conversation was headed in another direction.
"You were forced to?"
Trevor looked up, "Just about every day."
"Like dog fighting?" Marc asked.
"Your kind of insensitive, but I guess that's your thing." Trevor picked up a black polo. "I'd say it was more like forced cage fighting. They throw you in a ring and say `fight'. You fight till the other guy goes down. Anytime I wasn't fighting I was training." Trevor started to put his shirt on.
"Were there other kids like you?"
Trevor walked in front of the mirror on his closet door, "Nah, I was the only kid. I'm sure my owners expected me to go down, but when I won, they were shocked. Sucked for them, though I'm sure they bet against me that first time."
"Owners? Not Farmers?" Marc asked. "You can't own people." Not legally anyway he noted to himself.
"Oh sorry," Trevor said shaking his head, "They always told me to refer to them as that, so I didn't forget my place. Your Uncle also told me to stop calling them as that. He said I shouldn't call them anything."
"Hmm, and these fights you always went against adult Cowmen? And won?
"Not always, I got my ass handed to me plenty of times, especially in the beginning. But near the end there I was hot shit." Trevor straightened out his shirt and turned around giving a smirk. "How, do I look?"
"Great," Marc said, and he wasn't lying. Trevor looked like the kind of guy Marc had dreamed of going on a date with back at his hometown high school.
Marc walked up to Trevor and buttoned up two unfasted buttons on the polo. "It's my birthday, let's keep it classy." Marc joked.
"Hey, what's that Marc said pointed behind Trevor. He'd been so preoccupied with the weights on the floor and Trevor's story he neglected to ask about the machine on Trevor's dresser.
"It's, an automatic breast pump." Trevor said plain as day.
Marc knew he'd be embarrassed as hell if he had to say something like that. However, for Cowmen this was normal life.
"So, are you going to give me some for my birthday?" Marc said jokingly. He turned around to face Trevor, who's face had a look of shock.
Marc was hoping he hadn't insulted him. Luckily, Trevor began to speak.
"I can't believe you'd want to try some of mine. But umm... I haven't started producing any yet." Trevor said, rubbing the back of his head.
"When do Cowmen start producing milk?" Marc asking picking up parts of the machine.
Now Trevor buried his face in his hands. "It happens before the shift. It can happen from 16-18, but most Cowmen get it at 16. I turned 16 a week ago so your Uncle thinks I'm a late bloomer."
Marc wanted to laugh. The whole idea of someone his age producing milk seemed ludicrous. But he didn't. That would have been rude. From Trevor's voice Marc could tell this was a sore spot. Maybe he was a tad bit insensitive.
Trevor looked distressed thinking about it, so Marc rubbed his back "Come on, it'll be okay. Is it that bad you can't make milk?"
"It's not bad. It's more of a sense of pride. We're COWMEN not being able to produce milk is kind of a big thing for us regardless of gender." Trevor shared.
"Well, I apologize for bringing it up." Marc said. "You can just give me some next year for a present."
Trevor laughed at that. "I don't have any money to buy you anything, but I did want to give you a present."
"Is that so?" Marc said setting down the machine.
"Yeah, so close your eyes." Marc did as he was told he couldn't wait to see what he was going to get. That's when Marc felt something warm press up against his lips. He opened his eyes to see Trevor kissing him. Marc made sure to kiss Trevor back.
Then Trevor pulled away flustered. He was no longer making eye contact with Marc. "I think we should go now! You have a party to get back to."
"I think as long as we're back so I can blow out the candles they won't notice. We can have so much more fun here." Marc attempted to wiggle his eyebrows.
Trevor's eyes went wide hearing that.
Marc laughed. "I'm joking. I'm not that much of a horn dog. Also winning me over is not so easy." But he had to admit, it was a good step in the right direction.
"Well of course, of course..." Trevor could not stop talking. Marc's fake seductive statement sent him reeling.
Marc eventually got Trevor to regain his composure as the two walked out of the house and back to the party.
They seamlessly blended in. The two got separate as Marc was pulled away by Uncle T and Trevor faded into the crowd.
It was time to blow out the cake.
Everyone gathered around to sing Marc "Happy Birthday." Heather ended up on Marc's right and Ken on his left. While it was clear this group wouldn't be winning any choir awards. Marc was happy just to be here.
Marc closed his eyes and blew out the candles on his cake. The wish he made was for him and him only.
The first thing he did after the candles were out was to give Ken the first and largest slice of cake. After that he allowed his uncle to cut the rest of the slices.
Marc was exhausted. He wasn't going to get a chance to rest yet. An arm came around his neck a rested on his shoulders.
"Xander!" Marc said turning around, "It's good to see you!"
"It's good to be seen," Xander said flexing with a goofy grin.
"Where's Arthur and Jessica?" Marc said looking around for them.
"They're around here somewhere." Xander brushed the topic aside. "I was hoping I could talk to you."
"Sure," Marc said.
Xander pulled Marc aside into a small open area in the dining room "So, I was thinking I might not want to go back to college this fall."
"Why not?"
"I think I might want to be a breeder."
"A Wha...?" Marc began, but his memory of Dan in the breeding station came to mind. "Let me guess someone in a breeding station?"
"Duh, are you a farmer, or aren't you?"
Marc wanted to argue he was barely an intern.
"Anyway, you know how Cowmen are dying out?"
"Huh?"
"I was hoping to help with that. Maybe I'll go to community college. OR should I just get a job?"
Xander was spouting off whatever thoughts popped into his head.
"What's your question?" Marc didn't see where this was going.
"I'm asking for your opinion."
"Why?"
"You're a Farmer and my new friend I thought you might have some insight."
"Oh," Marc took a step back. Asking him something this was a big decision. "I'm not qualified to answer this... I think?"
"I think you are." Xander said back. "Even if you're not. I'd like to hear your opinion."
"I think you should..." Marc looked around and spotted Heather laughing and giggling. She wasn't laughing with just anybody. She was shooting heart eyes at Trevor.
"Excuse me," Marc walked off.
Marc walked up to the duo. There didn't seem to be any distance between the two. Heather was leaning into Trevor's body. She twirled her as Trevor made some stupid joke. Who was this girl?
"Hey guys," Marc said stealing the two's attention. "Can we talk Heather?"
Heather nodded and excused herself, but not before planting a kiss on Trevor's cheek, leaving him grinning widely.
Marc wanted to reach around her and smack that smile off Trevor's face.
Once again, Marc ended up in the main hall with Heather coming out right behind him.
"Look I know he's the only guy here around our age. But can you please not make a move on him?" Marc put his hands together begging Heather.
"You like him," Heather said sweetly. "I never would have guessed you were into guys."
"I wasn't exactly hiding it. I already tried that in middle school. Didn't turn out too great. I didn't see a need to mention it yet."
"Uh-huh," Heather nodded.
"Okay, I like guys. I like that guy in there," Marc pointed to Trevor in the other room. "And I think, or at least I thought, he likes me too. I guess maybe he's not gay, he's bi, or pan, or something." Marc sat on the steps leading to the upper floor.
Heather's eyes fell to the ground." I'm not interested in him Marc."
"You're not?"
"No way! Truthfully, I don't like guys with too many muscles. I do enjoy the flirting every now and again though."
"I think he's pretty into you. And here I thought me and him had a moment."
"How so?"
"He kissed me, and he was very sweet when he did it. Not whatever he was doing with you," Marc waved his hands around.
Heather sat down and scooted beside Marc. "You probably haven't figure this out, so I'll just tell you. Sexuality doesn't mean anything to Cowmen. They don't discriminate. It's part of that whole easy-going thing. They don't get hung up on the same things as humans. If they're attracted to someone, then they just are end of story."
Marc sighed, "What does that mean for me?"
Heather grabbed Marc's left hand in her right hand. "It means, I think he likes you. You should just be aware he might like others too."
"How many others?"
Heather took a moment to think. "I'm sure you know the Cowmen on your farm aren't just born from the females."
Marc nodded he knew that all too well.
Heather went on. "If a Cowmen becomes a breeder, they will share themselves with a certain number of fertile partners."
Marc didn't say anything.
"If you want to know more you should look it up." Heather kissed Marc's hand. "Happy Birthday." She smiled softly. She didn't return the party, walking out the front door.
Marc decided he was done with the party. He walked up to his room. He hadn't laid on his bed for five minutes before a knock came on his door.
He opened the door and in stepped Ken. Ken was wearing a plain t shirt and shorts. He was also wearing a party hat. Though unlike Heather his intentions were based in having never gone to a party before.
"Why did you leave?"
"I'm tired, I have to call it a night. Did you want to sleep here?" Mark sat on the edge of his bed.
Ken fiddled with his fingers, "Your Uncle said I should sleep in my own room since, I have school tomorrow."
"School in the summer?"
"Yeah your uncle said it was summer school. Cowmen summer school."
Marc's head was hurting. summer school, why was that the easiest thing to digest today?
Ken went on, "I came to say good night. And something else." Ken walked over and plopped himself on Marc's lap. Then he planted a gentle kiss on Marc's cheek. "Happy Birthday!"
Ken was smiling broadly. He was happy with act of bravery. He jumped out of Marc's lap and ran out the door.
Marc's brain was fried.