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Human Cattle – Part 04

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By Pickle

The dawning of the next day proved pleasantly mundane.  I awoke in my own bed, back up in my farmhouse. The responsibility of owning livestock meant I’d reluctantly had to leave Steve’s bedroom in order to bring the cows back up from the pasture and get them into the barn in order to do the evening milking.  Once again the milking process made me think of that night on the spaceship.  That was only the night before last, but it felt like a year ago already.

I had no idea Steve was gay or even bi … or till that kiss, that he had ever looked at me in any way other than as his best buddy.  I was happy but still a little surprised by what had transpired, and I wasn’t entirely sure at this early milking hour that it actually had occurred.  I sucked back several strong black cups of coffee, and I was halfway through my third one before I could even begin to believe it hadn’t been some weird dream.

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Henry at CMNM — Clothed Male Nude Male

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Boxer Henry is nervous being left entirely in the hands of dominant clothed trainers and being subjected to their deviant methods of posing his naked muscular body. His big manly ass is very hot. It’s necessary for them to open up his hole and wear down that animal heat emanating from his privates. He’s accustomed to dealing with the pain he receives when fighting in the ring, but the intense deep feeling he gets from having male fingers invading his incredibly tight hetero asshole is excruciatingly acute. The big dumb lug is ready to tear the men mauling him apart but wouldn’t dare defy his coach. Under their stern command he learns to bend over and do as he’s fucking told.

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Arresting

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By ty dehner

With his head bobbing to the beat of the music coming from the speakers in his SUV, Austin Dougherty’s mind was not focused on the road passing under the tires of his Carmine Red Porsche Cayenne. Sitting in the driver’s seat wearing black Adidas pants with the triple white stripes down the legs, his right foot, wearing white Stan Smith shoes, was hovering over the gas pedal in case he had to quickly get his machine out of cruise control. Austin was in a black Adidas jacket wearing a white high performance t-shirt under, the shirt having the logo of the major league football team he plays for. The quarterback kept his tight leather gloved left hand firmly gripping the top of the steering wheel.

Heading east through Banning, California, on Interstate 10, the lights of all the fast food establishments on the side of the highway kept the night from being fully dark as the headlights on his Porche illuminated the cracks in this heavily used section of the interstate. The cruise control was set at eighty since Austin has several freeway lanes as the concrete ribbon cuts through the pass between San Gorgonio Mountain on the north and Mount San Jacinto to the south.

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Bondage stud Darin gets tied in rope

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At Roped Studs, Darin is a frat boy who loves working out. He lies on a long, oak table, half-unconscious, stretched out in his street clothes, a T-shirt and baggy jeans. He can feel someone wrapping what feels like rope around his ankles and wrists and pulling them tight, but he’s not sure where he is or what is happening to him. He wants to drift off to sleep, but he forces himself awake when he feels his shirt being forcefully ripped open and removed. “What are you doing? Where am I?” he asks the young man standing over him, caressing his well-developed pecs and six pack. Darin isn’t the brightest guy in his frat, but he knows his firm, smooth, muscular body has finally gotten him into some real trouble.

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The Weight of Desire

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By Justin I

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Finally, Brock spoke, his voice calm but with an edge of teasing amusement. “So, what do you think, Jaxon? Should I take the straps off and let you go? Or should I leave you here like this? Let someone else come in and find you?”

Jaxon’s heart raced at the thought, panic flashing in his eyes as he struggled to lift his head. His body screamed in protest, muscles aching from the workout, but the idea of being left there—helpless, restrained, and locked cock exposed—was too much. His voice came out in weak, breathless protests. “No… don’t. Just… let me go,” he managed to say, his voice cracking slightly, the remnants of his frustration mingling with a hint of desperation.

Brock raised an eyebrow, considering Jaxon’s plea for a long, drawn-out moment. Then, with a small, almost amused nod, he reached down and finally undid the straps from Jaxon’s wrists. Jaxon’s arms fell limply to the mat, his body too drained to do much more than collapse in relief.

But Brock wasn’t quite done. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small, sleek business card. Without a word, he leaned over Jaxon’s body and placed the card on Jaxon’s chest, the weight of it almost mocking in its simplicity.

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