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In the early hours of another Saturday morning, Dane the Border Collie stepped out from the shower with a smile on his face and a spring in his step. A fluffy, white towel wrapped around his waist was all he wore. The canine looked over at the clock (6:39am) and took a moment to stretch. He still had plenty of time to spare until he was due to start his shift at The Ranch.

The Ranch was a special facility that sat under the jurisdiction of the 69th Milking Facility. It was where they sent the Milking Men who could not thrive at the main facility. Originally it was the home of the first Cow (Jamie Parker), but it had been remodelled to offer a place to the other abnormalities when Jamie was transferred.

Occasionally a regular specimen would spend a few weeks at The Ranch as a reward for outstanding behaviour. It was a shame then that the staff considered the laid-back atmosphere, lack of machines and the need to be on site 24/7 a punishment. However, Dane had a different view.

The 23-year-old had been staffed at The Ranch for just over two years. He'd completed his undergraduate in Biochemistry and found a job at the 69th facility. From there he'd been assigned to The Ranch as a trainee. After his training days were up: he requested to stay, the request was granted, and the rest was history. Despite having done the routine over 500 times already, it never grew old for him.

He needed to make breakfast for all the Milking Men at 7.30, which would take him to about 8.45, and following that he would need to go around and check in on them all one by one. The schedule said to have that done by 9.30, but it always took until ten. That gave him two hours of preparation time before he spent the afternoon and evening draining the balls of all of the Milking Men. This was the reason why Saturday was his favourite day. That and the thing on the bathroom counter he'd been staring at with stars in his eyes.

This 'thing' was a sex toy. More specifically, a butt plug. And more specifically than that, it was his butt plug. The butt plug he'd been stuffed with the day he was properly brought into the staff at The Ranch. The Ranch's milking was all done 'manually'; they didn't use machines, additional enhancers or any kind of sex toy that did the work for them. That meant getting their hands dirty and their ass stretched, so it was important that they stayed ready for a good butt fucking.

When Dane joined on, he'd been brought out into one of the barns by his mentor. Dane had proceeded to drop his pants and bend over. What followed was two hours of ass stretching and then an evening of being fucked by the cock of every Milking Man (and some of the staff) on site. He'd barked and howled in ecstasy as every drop of cum was milked out of him via his prostate, groaned as he was bloated with virile seed then whimpered 'thanks you' and other praises as that black, unforgiving, silicone, butt plug was pushed into him. Since then, he'd had it in him every milking day.

But he'd have to wait a few hours before he could play with it.

After having dried and brushed his fur, he moved out of the bathroom and over to his wardrobe so that he could dress in his usual clothes.

Said clothes were nothing fancy, just a pair of denim overalls and some brown, leather labourers' boots. He used to bother with putting more on but any shirts he wore ended up sweat soaked and any underwear ended up cum soaked. Not to mention how a Milking Man who was desperate for sex would rip Dane's clothes off to nut a few seconds sooner. Complimentary to that, Dane liked the easy access aspect of wearing only one item of clothing. This reason was also why he'd modified his overalls to have a butt panel that could be popped off with ease.

Dressed and ready, Dane stepped out onto the porch of his farmhouse and into the light of the early morning sun. It smelt like it always did; morning dew, mud and the faintest hint of cum wafting over from the milking barns. The sun was rising from behind one of them, casting a large shadow across the fields where the Milking Men would spend their days exercising and edging one another. At the moment they were asleep in the coop (which wasn't an actual coop, but a series of rooms located in the largest barn) and so the place was quiet. Later the sounds of pleasured, male moans; balls slapping against thick asses and unmistakable howls of powerful orgasms would echo through-out the buildings.

Dane loved those sounds and everything else that came with the job. He closed his eyes and imagined them: the quiet, wet schlcking sounds of lube being rubbed over a rock-hard cock, his own moans whenever a Milking Man's oversized cock slipped inside of him, the way the pints of cum would slosh about in the buckets they used to carry them. The best of all the noises was how the bovine and equine Milking Men would snort, exhale through their nose, and grit their teeth as they let loose powerful orgasms. He could hear that last noise clearer in his mind than all the others. Too clear...

Dane opened his eyes, leaned over the banister of the porch and looked around. Sure enough, leaning against the fence that cordoned off Dane's home, there was a Milking Man furiously masturbating.

His fur was a thick coat of unbroken black; the only parts with even some colour were his watermelon pink nose, the insides of his ears and the enormous horse cock he had wrapped in both hands.

"Oil! August! You stop that right now!" Dane yelled, scowling as he leaned over the railing.

August, or just Gus, was a black bull with a heart of gold. He was classified as a 'Bull'; those Milking Men were hyper-masculine, hyper-dominant and hyper-sexual. August was anything but. He'd gotten the physical changes: the muscles, the size growth, the horse cock, but his personality had changed in the opposite direction. August grew more timid, more submissive and unconfrontational. Instead of becoming so hole-hungry meat head, he'd started bending over for everyone on instinct. His horns were awfully long and grew the sides before rising at a sharp 90-degree angle at the end earning him the nickname 'handlebars.'

Gus moaned loudly in response. Dane wasn't even sure if the bull had heard him.

Muttering under his breath, Dane dipped inside of his house. He soon returned with condoms and lube stuffed into his pockets as well as metal bucket in his hands.

"Oi!" He yelled again, hopping the porch and storming over.

Gus made eye contact with Dane to make it obvious that he'd seen the dog, but still he didn't stop. His hands were figuratively glued to his cock. Now if the farm good boy, Gus, wasn't listening to a Milker, there was only one explanation. August was in heat.

If August ever went into heat, he'd switch and become obsessed with the prospect of sticking his dick in everything. It was like all the lust pent up over only bottoming would burst out all at once. Gus would masturbate and masturbate, and he wouldn't stop until he passed out. Despite this change, Gus would not become forceful or aggressive at all. Rather than coming onto to people like a normal Bull, he would whine and beg until someone offered. All of that meant he needed specialized care at The Ranch: prostate stimulation and deep dickings most of the time, but expert handjobs and a Milker to fuck whilst he was in heat.

When the Border Collie got within ten feet of the bull, his legs wobbled and he immediately titled backwards as the smell of a Bull in heat washed over him. It was an aura of scent composed of the overpowering smells of masculine sweat, pre-cum, jizz and liquid lust.

In his earlier days, Dane would have gotten on his knees over one whiff of the scent, but now his response was a stirring erection and a voice in the back of his mind that was drowned out by his determination to do his job.

Waltzing up to the bull, he set the bucket on the ground and slapped Gus' hands away to stop him from masturbating. Then he lifted himself up slightly so that Gus' cock was between his legs and then walked forwards until he had the bull pushed back against the fence. Gus had no choice but to use both hands to steady himself against the wood behind him. He would never shove a Milker no matter how horny he got, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to grind his dick between Dane's legs in an attempt to get off.

"And just what do you think you're doing?" The Border Collie half-growled with a stern demeanour.

Dane attempted to puff out his chest to try and appear a little bigger. The size difference between them was so immense that Dane stopped just short of August's pecs. Despite the attempts, Gus continued to frot with Dane's thighs; he only stopped when Dane squeezed them together. When the bull was down yowling half out of pain and half out of pleasure, he answered:

"Pleaseeeee... I want to cum so bad. I need to cum."

"No, you've got a milking scheduled later today; you can last that long."

"But I'm in heat!"

"That's your own fault for not taking your heat suppression tablets, isn't it?"

Gus didn't answer with words, instead choosing to whine as he tugged in an attempt to free his cock. All this accomplished was pleasuring him further, though he was happy with that outcome too. Dane continued to lecture him on proper behaviour and rules of the Ranch, almost failing to notice the growing moans of the Milking Man which eventually bloomed into a sustained wail of delight.

Just as Gus's cock began to pulse and throb, Dane squeezed tight with his thighs and used both hands to apply even more pressure at the base. The man's cock went through the motions of an orgasm; the bulging cum vein, the flexing shaft and the desperate panting. However, his prick failed to spill so much as a drop of seed. His face twisted into something between pleasure and frustration, ending in an exasperated gasp when Dane finally released him and stepped back to allow him to slide down to the floor.

"That's not fairrrrr!" He complained, already going back to touching his cock despite having just had such a wonderful orgasm ruined.

Admittedly, Dane did feel slightly bad about doing that.

"Sorry buddy! If I'd known you were so worked up, I wouldn't have let you frot me like that. But you know the rules..."

"I know...."

"... no cumming unless its for collection." They said in unison, Gus quite clearly not as agreed on it as Dane.

The Border Collie couldn't help but notice how frustrated and defeated the bull looked now, helplessly tugging a nipple with one hand as the other jerked his cock to try keep it hard enough to masturbate. Even though he had not shot a load, it was awfully sensitive to keep going like this. Dane sighed, the rules also said not to leave a Milking Man alone whilst he was so horny and there was still a good half an hour until breakfast started.

"If I give you an impromptu milking, do you promise to behave yourself until-"

"Yes! Yeah! Yes!" Gus blurted out, immediately sitting up right. "Thank you, thank you!"

"If you want to thank me-" Dane said with a sly smile. "- you can do it by eating my ass whilst I get to work."

"Of course!" The eager bull chirped.

Gus flopped onto his front and rolled over, so that Dane had somewhere to sit that was away from the fence.

Smirking, the Border Collie lowered himself to his knees over the bull's stomach. That lined him up nicely with Gus's cock for a comparison; it dwarfed Dane's own equipment by at least six inches. He stroked a hand down that impressive length as he scooted backwards to get his pucker in the reach of Gus' tongue. The bull shivered with pleasured and tilted his head forwards to bury his lips between the dog's cheeks.

"Oh!" Dane yelped as he felt an eager tongue brushing along his taint.

A nose nuzzled between his cheeks before two hands clamped down on them to prise them apart. His tongue found Dane's pucker in just a few seconds and bathed it in a wash of short licks. When it was sufficiently slobbered, he pressed forwards.

Gus adjusted his grip on Dane's thighs by hooking his arms underneath them, that way he could pull the canine down onto him and keep his legs prised apart. As he did this, he leaned forwards ever so slightly finding his nose buried between the top of Dane's ass crack. At the same time, he pointed his tongue and dabbed at the dog's pucker a few times before pushing inside. Immediately the Border Collie whimpered at the feeling of a strong tongue teasing the rim of his pucker. He wasn't particularly loose at the moment, but all of his experience and regular work kept him stretchy.

"Oh golly! I forgot how good you are with that tongue you are..."

Dane suddenly shivered in pleasure as he felt Gus's tongue probe deeper.

"... and how long it is!"

"I need to fuck you so bad..." Gus panted into his handler's ass as he withdrew his tongue.

He spent a few moments kissing it, pushing his nose against Dane's ass and mouthing over his pucker with his lips. Those lips smacking as he came away. Then he dove right back to plunging his tongue in. He'd move it around to get the man's tailhole slick with spittle. It was a rhythmic process of swapping between the two modes, but before long the Border Collie's pink pucker was shining.

"Fuuuckkk..." Dane moaned with pleasure as his cock pushed against the front of his denim overalls. "I'm supposed to be getting this condom on you."

"Don't need it."

"Yeah, we do. Come on now you know we've gotta collect it all!"

Gus gave a snort of disapproval but did not stop the Border Collie as he produced a condom from his pockets. Instead, the bull withdrew his tongue to suck on his middle and index finger. They were thick and meaty; so much so that the average person would struggle to take just one in their un-lubed ass. Dane, however, had spent plenty of time under those fat fingers.

Dane chewed on his lower lip as he looked at the condom in his hands. Watching a Bull's load shoot 10 feet in the air was a good fucking sight but watching a condom balloon with an impossible amount of cum did drive home just how much seed those balls could make. Although, he had to admit that he preferred it when it was inside of him. Watching his own belly distend with cum would keep him hot and bothered all week long.

Using his nails, Dane tore open the package of one of the lube packets. He spread the contents all over August's cock. Then his attention turned to the extra sized condoms.With the head already flared, getting the rubber on was going to prove to be a challenge but it was nothing that Dane hadn't done before. He pinched the tip and used his other hand to ensure that it was covering all sides before gripping it just beneath the head and rolling it down. Gus snorted with a mixture of discomfort and pleasure as the tight material gave his cock a slight squeeze as it stretched to cover down to the flare.

Dane had just reached the flare when Gus suddenly pushed two fingers inside of the dog's tailhole. His face twisted into a gasp of pleasure at the thick intrusions. His hands slipped, yanking the condom down too quick. Gus's dick pushed against the reservoir of the rubber just as he flexed causing it to snap; his dick going right through as the plastic became a useless sleeve. It was accompanied by a twitch of the bull's leg and a spurt of cum that splattered into the nearby grass.

Other than that involuntary twitch, Gus didn't seem to notice that he had just came a little and started to work his fingers in and out of the dog. Dane didn't notice either until that potent, masculine scent reached his nose and sent a shiver over his shoulders. Lust-inducing as it was, it did at least manage to rouse him from his daze. He pushed through feeling of Gus's fingers roughly stroking over his prostate and skilfully removed the broken condom.

"Maybe use some lube, huh?" Dane chuckled, tossing some of the lube packets to Gus who wasted no time in putting it to use.

Just as he produced the second condom, a stroke over his prostate caused his eyes to roll back and his lips to moan. Dane could feel copious amounts of precum leaking into his overalls; half in response to having his love nut touched and half because of the smell of cum hanging in the air.

The second condom was rolled down Gus' length with ease, this time he was careful to not move too fast and allowed the material to stretch. It worked, but perhaps a little too well. The slow, teasing stroke down his shaft coupled with the sight of a fuckable ass and then topped off with the slight squeeze of the condom ended up proving too much for the bull.

Dane was licking his lips at the prick wrapped in clear white when Gus suddenly withdrew his fingers and let out a deep moan, tipping his head back against the grass. The Border Collie rushed to squeeze the base of Gus's dick to give him another ruined orgasm, but he was too slow.

He watched as the bull's balls throbbed, his dick veins prominent and pulsing whilst the cum slit flexed. The bull's orgasm flooded out into the condom not a moment later. They both knew that it should have been shooting high into the sky or deep in Dane's guts, but the sight of it pouring out like a non-stop waterfall as it washed down the confines of the rubber was at least captivating to see.

The condom began to balloon after just a few seconds. Some of the cum trickled down Gus's shaft, stopping at his medial ring, but most of it joined the bank of seed at the tip of the condom. It just kept pumping out! Every flex of Gus' cock caused the condom to inflate further as more seed was produced.

It finally stopped after 20 seconds of endless orgasm. By the time he was finished, the balloon of cum was bigger than Dane's head. The bull's cock began to go flaccid. It bent under the weight of the lake of cum trapped in the condom.

When he was sure that the orgasm was finished, the Border Collie expertly removed the condom and tied a knot in the end. He left plenty of space allowing the cum swish around inside. Dane got up from the bull's face, dropped it into the bucket then turned back only to see that August was already rock hard again and pumping his boner. He wasn't even bothering to get up off the floor.

"Jeez! Don't you have a refractory period?" Dane laughed.

"I'm too hornnnny!" Came the bull's wail.

That much Dane could see. It was as if cumming had only excited the man further; at the very least it had allowed him to jerk off faster. August was using the cum that had pooled around his medial ring as extra lube. At first, he took care to spread as much of it other the lower half of his cock as possible, but now he was fervently masturbating once again. He couldn't cum properly again so soon though, seeing as how the most he could muster was a few drops that ran down from the tip of his cock to his fingers.

Dane smirked and fished around in his pockets for some more condoms. He managed to find three along with some lint and a pen cap. However, these condoms were nowhere near the right size. One was a small and the other two were large. He thought to himself:

'Why do I even own a small condom?'

There was no hope for getting these condoms on August. He looked over at the bull. There was also no way Gus was going to last until the afternoo; he'd waste so much of the really fertile stuff before he even ate breakfast. Dane contemplated dipping inside to grab some more condoms, but protocol also said to never let a Milking Man in heat out of your sight. Protocol also said not to let a Milking Man waste his seed and to collect every last drop of it. Then again, it did not say it had to be collected in a condom.

Running his tongue over his lips in excitement, Dane picked up the bucket and turned to the fence. After placing the bucket on the ground, he put his shoe up on the 2nd board. He made sure to whistle as he learned forwards and pretended to tie his shoelaces. The position made sure that his ass was on display to August and that occasionally, when he adjusted his other leg, he could catch a glimpse of the primed tailhole he'd just been devouring.

It was no surprise when Dane suddenly felt a slick cockhead pressed against his rear opening. The sight had excited August a little more than Dane anticipated seeing as how the bull had flared once again. Getting it in without the bulging tip was bad enough, but again: the Border Collie had always enjoyed a challenge. His cock did too; the crotch of his overalls was tight already. So tight that Dane reached down to unbutton the flap and free his erect cock. As much as he enjoyed the feeling of it grinding against the material, he knew he'd cum the moment the cock penetrated him and he didn't want to go walking around with stains all day.

Getting Gus' dick inside wasn't as easy as he anticipated. The bull pushed and grunted as he did, only managing to slightly push the head inside. Each time he'd pull back, rub some spit and some pre over his head then try again. It wasn't long before Dane got restless.

"Get a good hold of me and shove it! We ain't got all day and I don't want you cumming in my crack like some virgin!"

"A-are you sure?" A worried expression came to August's face. Even as horny as he was, he didn't want to get in trouble for breaking his Milker.

"Just hurry up and do it!"

August couldn't wait long enough to double check. He grabbed both straps of Dane's overalls in one hand, then guided his cock with the other. As he shoved his hips forwards, he yanked Dane backwards.

It wasn't an instant penetration (much to both of their delights), but rather the slow sliding kind in which they could feel every inch of progress. Dane could feel the cockhead slowly getting further as his asshole stretched around the intrusion whilst Dane could feel his cock going deeper as the resistance lessened.

Their faces gradually morphed into looks of ecstasy. Dane's mouth hung open wider and wider, his eyes growing dazed as drool dripped from his lips. August scrunched his face up and flexed his muscles. Then, all of a sudden, they erupted in unison into moans and exhales of hot breath.

Neither of them needed to look to know what was happening. August's cock had popped inside and struck gold. That had made Dane clench as he began to cum and that in turn had tipped August over the edge just minutes after his last orgasm. Their cocks flexed and pulsed. Gus shot thick, heavy loads that coated every inch of the dog's guts whilst Dane gave the fence in front of him a new, pearly white paint job.

Dane was done cumming after just a few seconds, but August's physiology meant that he would keep going and going... It must have been a few minutes before the bull was finally finished whining in ecstasy. At this point, Dane looked down between his legs. The fence had streaks of cum all over it, a few goopy strands dribbled from his flaccid cock and a whole lot more ran out of his asshole and into the bucket. August hadn't even pulled out and there was a thin constant waterfall going. His belly was bulging ever so slightly from just one load. The pressure of it, or perhaps the feeling of something jammed against his prostate, made him go flaccid.

However, flaccid didn't mean finished.

August continued pushing his cock in deeper. That meant that the cum was either pushed out of the sides or pushed further in. The medial ring meant that it was mostly the latter. Once he was all the way in, Gus stopped using his hand to guide his cock and instead began to grasp Dane's dungaree straps like reins with one in each hand. Now the real butt fucking could begin.

With wild and reckless abandon, August began to pound into Dane. He tugged at the straps as he worked his hips to get more momentum going. Each swing had his balls plapping against the dog's ass. Dane's dick flapped about, slinging cum and pre everywhere. Moreover, every time the medial ring popped out, cum would cum flooding out into the bucket below only to stop when it was shoved back inside. A normal man would only be able to keep this up for a few minutes, but August was not a normal man.

He only braked when he finally came again; at which point he hilted and wrapped his arms around Dane to hold him close as he came deep inside of him. Dane's face was scrunched up in ecstasy whilst August had taken on the dumb, dopey look of the lolled tongue and glazed eyes. It passed when this 2nd orgasm was finished, at which point August took Dane by the hips and started to jackhammer once again.

Somewhere between the 2nd and 5thorgasm from the bull, Dane shot his 2nd orgasm and then leaked his 3rd orgasm. He was fully flaccid for that 3rd one and could only whimper as it oozed out, dribbling down his ballsack with no force behind it.

The dog's belly had also reached an awfully bloated state; so much so that it was straining against his dungarees. It was an incredible feeling to be so full of a strong man's cum. He felt like a proper breeding bitch; treated well but thoroughly anally abused.

August was finished cumming, his heat supressed, after the 6th. At which he pulled out but tipped Dane forwards to be face down ass up. That way too much of it wouldn't leak out. A river was still trickling out even with this position. The Border Collie didn't notice August hurrying off nor did he acknowledge the sound of a door opening. He also didn't notice the sounds of someone rooting around in the bathroom.

Dane was just about to turn his head and joke about August taking a while when he felt something hard and silicone pressed against his taint. He looked back and gasped. August had grabbed the thick, black butt plug from inside and had just finished lubing it up with the leaking cum.

"Oh fuuuuck!" The Border Collie wailed as it was shoved inside in the blink of an eye.

The first ¾ was no issue, but that last hurdle was a stretch. His asshole was too used and too lubed to put up a fight though and it popped inside with a wet shlick! Dane audibly gasped and felt what was left of the cum in his balls pathetically dribble out.

"You'd better get to the kitchen, Boss! You're late as hell."

Dane was just about confused enough by that statement to snap out of being cum drunk and check his watch. Shit! It was 8.02AM! He'd been getting fucked for about an hour and a half! Dane tried to rush, but the sudden shift in weight made him moan as he felt the cum in his guts sloshing around. Nevertheless, once he was up-right, he toddled towards the mess hall as August's laughter roared in the background.

What followed was a morning of teasing. Milking Men coo'ed and oo'ed at his belly, poking and jiggling it as others pushed at the buttplug or rubbed his balls. It was a miracle that he didn't burn the food; especially since he could still feel the cum staining his inner thighs and ass cheeks.

Word of what had happened spread fast, soon they were lining up outside his house for their own Milking. Eventually the area around his house was much too sloppy, but there were plenty of other fences and walls to be propped against. For the rest of that day, Dane and the Milking Men were cumming all across the range. The Border Collie couldn't have been more happy, cum-filled or grateful to be working at the Ranch.