Chapter 3

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The barn seemed to grow silent with the lack of the bulls presence. Oliver sat on the hay covered floor in a daze. He couldn't stop thinking about the Stud's manhood, so big and strong, and how much seed had shot out of it. It had been surprising and a little scary when it hit his face, but now, as he sat in the quiet of the night, the memory made him feel all warm and tingly inside.

He didn't know why, but he liked the taste of it. It was salty, sure, but it was like nothing he had ever tasted before. It was a part of the stud, and now it was a part of him too. The thought made him feel special, like he had a secret superpower that only the two of them shared. The lessons he had learned, the feelings he had felt, and the promise of more to come left him overwhelmed. He had never experienced anything so fulfilling, and yet so confusing.

The words of the Stud echoed in his thoughts, especially the promise of being his secret. He didn't want the Stud to go away, not now that he had swallowed his seed and felt the bliss of acceptance and belonging to such a mighty creature. The Stud had talked to him about breeding and how it was a natural thing for Studs to do to any furry creature they wanted, not just girls. He had made it sound so important, like it was a duty. Oliver felt a sense of pride knowing that he was now the keeper of this secret, a secret that bonded him to the stud in a way he never had with anyone else.

Oliver couldn't stop thinking about the Stud's manhood, so big and strong, and how much seed had shot out of it. It had been surprising and a little scary when it hit his face, but now, as he sat in the quiet of the night, the memory made him feel all warm and tingly inside. He didn't know why, but he liked the taste of it. It was salty, sure, but it was like nothing he had ever tasted before. It was a part of the stud, and now it was a part of him too. The thought made him feel special, like he had a secret superpower that only the two of them shared.

As Oliver walked back to the house, he thought about how the Stud had talked about his body, how it was special. He didn't have the right words for it, but he felt like he had been picked for something important, like when he won the sack race at the school fair. The stud had said that boys could be bred too, and even though it was weird, Oliver felt a little excited. He had always been small for his age, and sometimes the other kids picked on him, but the stud had made him feel like he had something no one else did.

Creeping in through the back door, he tiptoed past his mother, who was snoring gently in her chair with the TV playing some show about cooking. She hadn't even noticed that he was gone, which was good because he didn't know how to explain what had happened with the mystery man. He climbed the stairs to his room, feeling a strange warmth in his belly. It was like he had eaten a big meal, but not full of food, full of something else. The stud had said it was his seed, and Oliver felt like he had a secret treasure hidden inside of him.

Tomorrow night, the bull had promised him something even more special. He was going to let Oliver suck on his manhood. The thought made him blush, and he didn't know why, but it made him feel all funny and excited. Would sucking the bull's manhood make the stud happy? Would it make him come back to see him again and again? The fear of the stud leaving was like a shadow in the back of his mind, always there, always whispering.

Oliver couldn't wait for tomorrow. He laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, his thoughts racing with all the new things he had learned today. He had never thought about seeing another male naked, or doing those kinds of things before, but now it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. It felt good and if it meant keeping the stud around, he was willing to do it. He had never felt so important, so...chosen.

But, as he lay there, his mind was racing like a rabbit chased by a fox. He thought about the big, strong male, the stud, and how he had talked about taking his seed the proper way. Oliver knew that meant something, something that would make him a real part of the stud's world. But how could two boys do that without a girl? It was like trying to put a puzzle together without the picture on the box.

So, he made up his mind. He had to find out more about this "breeding" thing. His mom had books in her bedroom that talked about it, but she said they were just for mommies. Oliver figured that if he could sneak one, maybe he could understand what the stud meant by breeding. He knew it was a bit naughty, but he had to do it. He had to learn how to give the Stud the proper release.

Moving quieter than a mouse, he tiptoed down the hall, his little bare feet not making a sound. His heart was thumping like it was playing a drum solo in his chest. He didn't want his mom to catch him. He pushed open her bedroom door just enough to slip through, and there it was - the nightstand with the books she kept hidden.

He pulled a small red leather bound book from the back of the drawer. It was called "A Breeders' Guide to Pleasuring Your Mate." Oliver felt a little scared, because his mom had told him that books like these were for grown-ups only. But he was determined to make the stud proud and understand what the stud had talked about.

With the book tucked under his arm, he tiptoed back to his room, his heart beating like a rabbit's. He didn't want his mom to catch him with it, she'd be so mad. He slipped back into bed and opened the book, the pages crinkling softly. The book seemed to be written specifically for females, which made him feel a bit like he was reading someone else's diary. There were pictures of naked ladies and their parts.

The first few pages were about what it meant to be a female breeder, and how to make a male happy. Oliver saw photos of naked women with their male partners, and he felt a twinge of embarrassment. He wondered if his mother had ever done those things with men before. The book went on to explain the different positions for breeding, and how a male's anatomy worked.

Oliver's eyes grew wide as he saw the term 'cock' used in the text, realizing it was just another name for the bull's manhood. He now understood why the stud had been so proud when he had revealed it to him. The Stud was more handsome and well-built than any of the males in the book, and his cock was significantly larger and more impressive than the ones depicted in the illustrations.

The book described various positions for females to take a stud's cock, each with a different name like 'missionary' and 'doggy style.' Oliver studied the diagrams, trying to imagine himself in those positions, but his body was so different. He didn't have the same parts as the females in the pictures, and the thought of the stud trying to fit his cock inside him was overwhelming. The book talked about how the female's body was designed to accept and hold a stud's cock, but Oliver's was not. He felt a pang of inadequacy, fearing he wouldn't be able to satisfy the stud properly.

Tears began to develop in Oliver's eyes as he read on, he realized that he must have misunderstood something the Stud had said. Maybe he didn't mean for Oliver to be a girl like the females in the book. Perhaps he meant something else entirely. Oliver wiped his face and continued reading, searching for any mention of males breeding other males.

He flipped through the pages, growing more and more frantic as he didn't find anything. Finally, he came across a section titled "Safe Sex for Females," and his heart sank. The last few pages of the book were dedicated to sex with females too. His eyes found a diagram at the bottom of the page, showing a male horse, sticking his penis into a female fox's bum. The caption read, "Anal sex is an alternative way for females to please their mates." That's it, he thought. The book didn't have anything about how a boy could be bred.

Oliver felt a wave of despair wash over him. He was so anxious about the idea of pleasing the stud that he didn't realize the reality of the situation. He thought the stud was going to expect him to have a pussy, he didn't once think about letting the older male fuck his butt instead. He felt like he was going to throw up.

Oliver tossed the book aside in frustration, tears streaming down his face. He buried his head in his pillow, sobbing quietly so as not to wake his mother. He knew the bull would eventually leave him. After all, he couldn't give the bull release and take his seed properly. It wasn't fair; why did he have to be different? God gave him a body that was soft and petite like a female's, but without the right parts to truly satisfy a stud like The Bull. He drifted off to sleep, his heart heavy with despair.

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The next morning, Oliver awoke to the smell of bacon frying and his mother humming softly in the kitchen. He forced himself out of bed, feeling even more miserable than before. As he padded into the kitchen, his mother turned to face him, a concerned expression on her face. "Oliver, sweetie," she said gently, "what's wrong? You look like you've been crying..."

Oliver hesitated for a moment, unsure how to explain his feelings. He took a deep breath and blurted out, "Why are girls so different than boys, Mom? I mean, why cant we all be the same!" His mother's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and she sat down at the kitchen table, motioning for him to join her.

"Well, Oliver," she began, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, "boys and girls are made differently, that's just the way it is. Girls have a special place down there called a vagina, and it's what girls pee out of and make babies with, but boys have something called a penis, and they pee out of that." She paused, choosing her words carefully. "But you know, even though we're different, we do have some parts that are the same. Like, we all have a butt, right? So, even though we may have different private parts, we're really not so different after all."

Oliver listened intently to his mother's explanation. He felt a weight lift off his shoulders as he realized that perhaps he wasn't so different after all. "So, even though I don't have a vagina, I can still be like a girl in some ways?" he asked tentatively. His mother smiled warmly and nodded. Lisa didn't understand why her son was so interested in being like a girl, but he was at the age where everything was a big mystery, and she was just happy that he was feeling better about himself.

Oliver pulled his chair back from the table and darted back upstairs, his heart pounding with excitement. He retrieved the book on sex from his bedside table and frantically flipped through the pages until he reached that final section on anal sex. He felt a surge of hope well up inside him. Oliver never thought to imagine himself as the female, but now he knew that he wasn't so different after all.

He read the section carefully, taking in every detail. It dawned on him that he had been so fixated on being different than the females in the book, that he had overlooked the possibility that his own body could be used for breeding in a similar way. His bum, which he had always thought of as a source of teasing from the other kids at school, could actually be the key to his future with X.

Yes, he could have anal sex... just like the girls in the book! This was a revelation. He was going to get fucked in the bum by the bull. It was the proper way to take his seed. He would prove to the bull that he had what it takes to keep him around.

Oliver's mind raced with questions and fears. Would taking the bull in his bum even feel good? Would it hurt? The book had mentioned that it could be very pleasurable, but it had also talked about the need for practise and lubrication...It all sounded like a lot of work, but Oliver was willing to do anything to keep the Stud around.

The rest of the day was a blur as he went through his chores with newfound enthusiasm. Each task brought him closer to the night, where he would be able to prove himself to the bull. Not only was he going to get to suck on the Bulls manhood and hopefully swallow more seed. But he also had a surprise for the stud, He couldn't wait to share he had figured out how they could breed together, that he wasn't just some useless little kid with the wrong parts.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Oliver felt his excitement build. He took extra care getting ready for the night, washing his fur until it shone and making sure every part of him smelled sweet and appealing. He knew that he had to look and smell good for the stud, like the females in the book had to for their mates.

Finally, he heard his mother's footsteps on the stairs. His heart thumped wildly in his chest. He scurried over to his bed and climbed in, pulling the covers up to his chin and feigning sleep.

His mother softly knocked on the door and came into the room. She was wearing her favorite purple robe. "Oh, Oliver, you're still awake. I was just coming to tuck you in. do you need anything before I start my shows downstairs?" She asked, her concerned eyes scanning his face.

Oliver forced a weak smile, trying to hide the fact that he was still feeling the aftereffects of his encounter with the toy sword. "No, mom. I'm fine. Just a little tired, I guess." He lied, feeling guilty for the lie but knowing he couldn't reveal his secret.

His mother nodded understandingly and gave him a quick kiss on the forehead. "Alright, sweetie. Sleep tight. I'll be downstairs if you need anything." With that, she left the room, closing the door behind her.

As soon as the door was shut, Oliver climbed out of bed in silence, his movements hushed and hurried. It was a cool summer night, and the moon hung low in the sky, casting a beautiful blue glow over the meadow behind the house.

Oliver hurried through the darkness, his heart racing with anticipation. He had so many questions to ask the bull. The events of the previous night had left him feeling both exhilarated and confused. He had to return to the barn to seek clarity. As he neared the old red building, he could already smell the earthy scent of hay and the musky odor of The Bull. His breath came faster, and his chest tightened with excitement.

The bull was waiting for him, as he had promised. The creature stood proudly in the center of the barn, its massive frame silhouetted against the moonlight. Oliver approached it cautiously, his ears flat against his head in submission. The bull snorted softly, "you had me worried there, Princess."

Oliver's heart skipped a beat, "Sorry Mister... I was uhh... helping my mom with something..." He stammered, not quite sure how to explain his absence. The bull looked him over, a knowing glint in his eye. "Damn... look at you, boy... excited to see your Stud again?" X grinned deviously, his deep voice rumbling through the quiet night.

Oliver felt his cheeks burn as he nodded shyly. He had waited all day for this moment, and it felt like forever had passed since the stud had left him feeling so warm and special the night before. The thought of being around the bull again made his tummy feel all funny and fizzy, like when he drank too much soda. He couldn't believe it was happening again so soon, but he wasn't going to argue with the big, strong male. He felt like the luckiest otter boy in the world.

The stud stepped closer, his deep voice a gentle rumble in the darkness. "You remember what I promised you last night, don't you, Oliver?" Oliver nodded eagerly, his eyes shining with hope. "I'm going to let you do something really, really special... something that most boys your age never get to do," X said, his words dripping with anticipation.

Oliver felt his heart jump into his throat. He had been thinking about it all day, playing it over in his head like a favorite cartoon. He knew what the stud meant, but he was so shy about saying it out loud. "Y-yeah, Mister" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "You said you were going to let me... suck on you..." He felt his cheeks get hot as he talked about it, but he forced himself to look up at the older male.

The stud's smile grew wider, showing his perfect white teeth. He walked over to a big pile of hay and sat down on it like it was a throne. "That's right, Kiddo," he said, his deep voice sending shivers down the otter boy's spine. The Stud stretched casually in his seat before leaving his knees apart in an effort to display his bulge to Oliver. "But... which part of me do you get to suck on, huh?"

Oliver felt his face go hotter than a sunburn. He looked at the bulge in X's shorts, his mind racing. He knew what the stud was talking about, but he was too shy to say it. "Uhmmm.... mmmph..." He stuttered, his voice barely audible.

X leaned in, his grin widening like a Cheshire cat. "What's that, princess?" he cooed, his eyes glinting in the moonlight. "You wanna tell me what you're thinking about?"

Oliver's voice was quieter than a whisper in a library. "Your... your... big thing, Mister." He couldn't bring himself to say 'cock' or 'penis'. It was like trying to say a bad word in front of his mom.

"Theres a lot about me that is big, Oliver... I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific," X teased, his voice a deep, playful rumble. Oliver felt his face turn redder than a sunset. He knew exactly what the stud meant, but he didn't have the nerve to say it.

"Your... ummm... Mister... I'm shy," Oliver squeaked, his eyes cast downward. He felt like a little kid admitting to breaking a toy. X chuckled, a sound that was somehow comforting and terrifying at the same time. "It's okay, kiddo. I know you want it. You're just a little shy, that's all. But tell me, what do studs like me need?"

Oliver took a deep breath, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. "Mister... Studs like you need... umm... stimulation..." He paused, trying to recite the Stud's own words from the previous night. "Good... good," X cooed, his voice low and gentle, like a predator coaxing its prey. "And what else do they need, Oliver?"

The otter boy's cheeks were a fiery red, and his eyes were glued to the floor. "They... they need... release, Mister," he managed to get out, his voice trembling. X leaned back, his hand still massaging his growing bulge. "Release of what, Oliver?" He prodded, his voice a soft growl.

Oliver took another deep breath and whispered, "They need to release... seed, Mister." The bull had taught him that much. "If... you don't get to... plant your seed, you'll be all sick and grumpy and leave town." That was the last thing Oliver wanted.

X chuckled again, his massive chest rumbling like distant thunder. "That's right, Oliver. Without that release, a stud like me gets all worked up, and that's no good for anyone. And you don't want me to go away, do you?" Oliver shook his head vigorously. "No, Mister, I don't!" He had never felt so important, so needed by someone so strong and powerful.

The bull leaned back on his haunches, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good boy," he said, his voice a gentle coax. "Thats what happened last night, isn't it, Oliver?" Oliver nodded, his thoughts swirling like a tornado in a jar. The memory of X's thick, hot seed spurting onto his face was still vivid. He hadn't liked it much at the time, but now it made him feel... special.

"Yes, Mister... You... you put your seed in my mouth," Oliver whispered "and then... and then.. I swallowed it." The memory was still so fresh in his mind, like a sticky, warm drink he hadn't been able to get out of his fur all day. It had been weird and a bit scary, but it had made the stud so happy, and that's what mattered most.

The stud leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with something that looked like pride. "You're so lucky, Oliver. Not many young boys get to taste a stud's seed, especially not one as potent as mine." He said it like it was a secret, a special thing that only Oliver got to do. Oliver felt his chest puff up a bit, like he had just scored the winning goal in a soccer match.

"Do you feel like a lucky little boy, Oliver?" X's voice was softer than a lullaby, and Oliver nodded eagerly. "Yeah, Mister," he squeaked, his eyes shining. "I feel really lucky." He didn't know exactly what it meant to be lucky in this way, but the bull had made it sound like the best thing in the world. And if it made X happy, then it must be good.

"Come closer, Oliver," the bull coaxed, gesturing the boy towards him. The otter boy took a step forward, his heart thumping so hard he thought it might jump right out of his chest. "That's right," X said, his smile wide as a crescent moon. "Come sit here... right between my legs." Oliver did as he was told, feeling the warmth of the stud's as he got closer.

The bull reached out and took Oliver's small hand, guiding it to the bulge in his shorts. "You look very lucky tonight, Princess... but I wanna hear why you think you're so lucky," he said with a wink. Oliver took a deep breath, trying to push down the nervousness that bubbled in his stomach. "Because... because I get to... suck on your... manhood," he finally managed to say, his voice barely more than a whisper.

The stud chuckled, his deep voice resonating through the barn. "That's right, Oliver. But remember, you don't have to say it like it's a bad thing... It's a good thing, a really... really good thing." He paused, watching as the otter boy nodded solemnly. "Now, come on," X said, patting his knee. "Take your top off for me. I dont want your favorite sweater to get messy, you know?"

Oliver looked down at his chest, his paws fumbling with the hem of his shirt. He pulled the hem over his head, and the cool night air kissed his bare skin. He felt vulnerable without his sweater, but also a strange sense of excitement. "Thats it, Princess... It's very important to remember the rules," X said, his eyes never leaving the otter boy's bare chest. "When a boy like you sucks on a stud's manhood, you need to show him respect. That's why females let us see their chests," X explained, his voice deep and commanding. Oliver nodded, not fully understanding but eager to learn.

"But, Mister," Oliver began, his voice small and unsure, "I don't have... you know... boobies." The bull chuckled, his eyes gleaming with something Oliver couldn't quite place. "That's okay, Kiddo... thats because you're still just a little boy... your flat little chest is just perfect for a stud like me. In fact, it makes my cock even harder when I think about it," X said, his voice thick with lust.

Oliver felt a warmth spread through him, a feeling he hadn't felt before. "Whenever you get to suck on my manhood, Princess, you need to show me how important I am..." the stud explained. "I need to see that you're willing to give up your body for me," X said, his voice a mix of command and seduction. Oliver nodded eagerly, his mind racing to understand. "Okay, Mister," he murmured, his eyes wide and earnest.

The stud leaned back, his bulge growing more pronounced as he watched Oliver with a mix of hunger and amusement. "Look at it," he instructed, his voice a gentle coo. "Look at how hard it is for you." Oliver's eyes dropped to the bulge in X's shorts, feeling a strange curiosity. It was like watching a balloon inflate, and he had no idea what was going to come out. "Does it... does it hurt, Mister?" Oliver asked, his voice small and concerned.

X nodded solemnly, his eyes never leaving the otter boy's face. "It does, Oliver. It hurts a lot when I get this way and can't get the release I need." Oliver felt a pang of something in his chest, something he didn't quite understand. He didn't want the stud to be in pain. "But if you don't get it out soon," X continued, his voice a mix of pain and promise, "I might have to leave, and I don't think you want that, do you?"

Oliver's eyes widened. He didn't want X to leave. He liked the way the stud talked to him, liked the way he made him feel. He sat up, off of his knees, his eyes still glued to the bulge in X's shorts. "No, Mister," he whispered. "I don't want you to go."

The bull nodded, his expression serious. "Then you're going to have to do exactly as I say, Oliver. You need to learn how to please a male like me." He leaned back on his haunches, his massive frame seeming to fill the barn. "Now its your turn to unwrap my gift."

Oliver took another deep breath, his little paws trembling slightly. He reached out, his eyes fixated on the stud's belt buckle. "Just like that," X encouraged, his voice a gentle rumble. "unhook it..." Oliver's small fingers fumbled with the unfamiliar metal clasp, finally managing to undo it. The stud's shorts hung looser, and Oliver could see a hint of the studs manhood poking out. "Good boy," X murmured.

"Now the button, Oliver," X guided, his voice a soft purr in the stillness of the barn. Oliver's eyes went to the button on the stud's shorts. It was like he was playing a game, but instead of a prize at the end, he was going to get to see something really special. He reached out tentatively, his small hands feeling the rough fabric under his fingertips. It took him a couple of tries, but finally, the button popped open with a click.

"Feels special undoing a Stud's shorts doesnt it, Princess?" X murmured as Oliver's tiny, trembling hands moved to the zipper. Oliver nodded, his heart thumping like a drum in a parade. The bull had called him special so many times, he was starting to believe it. He gripped the metal tab and tugged it downward, the sound of the zipper echoing through the barn.

Oliver could see the base of the bulls thick shaft framed by a tuft of hair sticking out from the opening of his shorts. The Stud wasn't wearing any underwear. "Now, Oliver," the bull said, his voice like a gentle rumble, "If you really want to pull my shorts down... You have to look me in the eyes and tell me that you want to suck it."

Oliver felt his cheeks burn, like he'd just eaten a hot pepper. He looked up at X's handsome face, the moonlight glinting off the bull's horns. He took a deep breath and whispered, "I... I wanna... I wanna suck it, Mister." It was the bravest thing he had ever said.

The stud's eyes lit up, and he nodded, his smile wide as a watermelon slice. "That's my boy," he said, his voice as warm as a summer breeze. Oliver reached out with shaky hands, feeling the fabric of X's shorts. The bull's hard length sprang free, slapping against the boy's cheek.

Oliver felt his eyes go wide, like saucers on a teacup. "It's so... so big, Mister," he murmured, his voice trembling like a leaf in a storm. The bull's cock bobbed in the moonlight, looking so strong and powerful. "You're going to get used to it, Princess," X promised, "Its going to be your favorite thing before you know it." Oliver didn't know if he believed him, but he was going to try his hardest.

The stud took Oliver's small hand and wrapped it around his thick, hot shaft. Oliver gulped, "Do I really belong to you now, Mister?" His voice trembled like a leaf in a storm. The bull leaned down, his eyes shining like stars, and whispered, "Oh, yes, Princess... My seed is inside of you," he said with pride, "and there's more where that came from... But only if youre willing to work for it."

X's massive hand wrapped around his shaft, and with a gentle tug, pulled it upwards, exposing his testicles to the cool night air. Oliver couldn't help but stare, his eyes wide with fascination. He had never seen anything like it before, not even in the books he'd sneaked peeks at in the library. They were like two big, heavy eggs, but shinier... and black"

Without prompt, Oliver reached out with trembling hands, his eyes glued to the black velvet sack that hung between the older males legs. He cupped them in his tiny paws, the weight and warmth of X's testicles feeling alien and thrilling against his palm. "Taste them, Princess," X instructed gruffly, his voice thick with lust and dominance. Oliver swallowed hard, "Taste what you belong to now."

The otter boy took a deep breath and tentatively stuck out his tongue, giving one of the bull's testicles a tentative lick. The stud's breath hitched, a deep, satisfied sigh escaping his throat. The Stud's sack was salty, musky, and sweet. He wanted to make X happy, to show how much he cared about their new bond. He licked again, this time more confidently, feeling the soft, wrinkled skin against his tongue.

"Ahhhn... Just like that, Princess" X leaned back on his throne of hay, eyes half lidded in pleasure. "Fuck, thats good" he whispered, his voice tight with pleasure. Oliver felt his cheeks burn with pride, his tongue continuing to glide over the stud's testicles. He didn't know why he liked it, but he did. It was like he had discovered a secret clubhouse where only he and X were members.

"Olly..." the bull began, his voice a gentle rumble, "boys who know how to worship a stud's balls get all the good things in life. Boys who lick and kiss and suck them like you do, get the best rewards," X said, his eyes half-closed in pleasure as Oliver continued his ministrations. "And you know what the best reward is, don't you, Princess?"

Oliver looked up at X, his eyes wide and questioning. The stud leaned down, his massive hand ruffling the otter boy's hair. "More seed," X murmured, "Lots and lots of my precious seed...just for you." Oliver's eye met the bulls as his 11 inch cock rested on the boys face.

Oliver felt a strange, warm feeling in his tummy, like when you're about to go down a really big slide. "In my mouth, Mister?" he asked, his voice wobbly. He was still so shy about the whole thing, but he knew that X liked it when he asked for it.

The stud nodded, his smile as wide as the Grand Canyon. "For now... yes... in your mouth" X agreed, his voice as smooth as melted chocolate. He had plans to put his seed in another area of the boys body, but couldn't risk scaring him off too early. For now all he needed to focus on was getting the boy used to milking his manhood orally.

Oliver pulled away from X's warm, velvet sack and looked up at the massive, glistening manhood towering over his face. He took another deep breath, trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach that were throwing a rave. "I... I'm ready, Mister, In my mouth... Ill take it again"

X chuckled, his laugh echoing through the barn. "Not so fast, Kiddo," he said, his voice a deep, playful rumble. "You haven't worked hard enough for it." He took his cock in his hand and gave it a slow stroke, watching as Oliver's eyes followed the movement. "You've only warmed me up and made sure my balls are full" he continued, his smile widening, "When you want to please a stud like me, that's only the first part."

Oliver looked up at the bull, his eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "What's the second part, Mister?" he asked, his voice small and hopeful. The stud leaned down, his warm breath ghosting over Oliver's face. "Now comes the part where you suck me like a popsicle," X said, his voice a gentle growl, "until I'm ready to reward you." He positioned his cock in front of Oliver's mouth, the tip glistening in the moonlight.

Oliver felt his heart stutter. He didn't know if he was ready for this, but he wanted to make X happy. "I... I'm going to suck it, Mister," he whispered, his eyes never leaving the massive shaft in front of him. "Like a popsicle... until you reward me." He took a deep breath. "Reward you with what, Kiddo?" X's voice was like molasses, slow and sweet.

"Your... your seed, Mister," Oliver murmured, feeling his face grow hot with embarrassment. "That's my reward." X's eyes gleamed with something dark and thrilling, something that made Oliver's stomach flip-flop. Oliver knew that was what the Stud wanted to hear, he wouldn't dare risk having the handsome older male walk out of his life.

Oliver felt so close to The Stud, closer than he had ever felt to anyone before. He felt that if he could just do this one thing, this really special thing, then maybe, just maybe, he would stay. He had watched those movies where the kids had dads who were strong and brave, who taught them how to throw a football or fish. The Stud could be that for him. He made Oliver feel important, like he was the most special kid in the world. All he had to do was suck on his big manhood and take his seed, and then everything would be perfect.

"Good..." X praised, his voice thick with satisfaction "Now, open up". Oliver felt a strange mix of pride and fear, his heart racing as he opened his mouth obediently. The stud placed the tip of his thick, warm manhood onto the otter boy's outstretched tongue. He tapped it lightly, as if he were playing a drum, the slaps echoing through the quiet barn. The stud's cock smelled faintly of musk and sweat, a scent that Oliver found surprisingly comforting.

Oliver kept his eyes on the task at hand. Meanwhile, X's gaze grew dark with desire. The bull's hand moved to the back of Oliver's head, his grip firm but not painful. "Suck it, boy," he ordered, his voice a gentle coax. Oliver didn't hesitate. He wrapped his lips around the bulbous tip, feeling the velvety softness of the stud's skin.

It was weird, but he liked the way it felt. Like he was doing something only special, important boys got to do. Something that made X look at him with those shiny eyes filled with want. His tiny paws held onto the base of the older males shaft as he suckled on the tip like it was a lollipop. The stud's cock was so big, he needed both paws to keep it steady while he sucked.

"Feels natural, doesn't it, Princess?" X's voice was like a warm blanket, wrapping around the otter boy as he focused on the task at hand. Oliver nodded as much as he could with the stud's manhood filling his mouth, his cheeks hollowed out with the suction. He didn't know what natural felt like, but if X said it was, then it had to be true.

"Mmmppff...Now listen up, kiddo... you've got to move that pretty little head up and down, like you're bobbing for apples," X said, his voice filled with a mix of command and patience. Oliver could only respond with a muffled "Mmmmm", eager to learn the right way to make his new Stud happy.

X used his hand and began to gently guide Oliver's head, his fingers curling into the otter boy's soft blonde hair. "Just like that," he murmured, his voice a gentle rumble. "Oaahh yeahh... just like that, baby." Oliver felt the stud's cock twitch against his tongue, and he took that as a sign he was doing something right. He kept his eyes on the prize, the stud's cock in his mouth, and focused on moving his head like X had told him.

"Fuck... you're a natural, Oliver... This is what a Stud like me deserves...Mmmmm," X groaned, his hand tightening in Oliver's hair. Oliver felt his cheeks go hot with pride, his eyes watering slightly as the stud's cock hit the back of his throat. It was like he was learning to play an instrument, and he was getting better with every stroke.

"Now, Oliver," X's voice was gentle, almost soothing, "I want to see your eyes while you do it. Look at me, like you're telling me a secret," he instructed. Hesitantly, Olivers eyes traced the slender and athletic torso of the bull to meet X's gaze. The stud's eyes were dark and intense, filled with something Oliver didn't quite understand. But he knew that making eye contact was important, it made the stud happy.

So he kept sucking his eyes watering from the effort but never leaving X's gaze. He could see the bull's chest rising and falling with each of his breaths, his muscles flexing with pleasure. "Fuck yeah...Thats it, Princess...Look at me while you suck my cock," X praised, his voice thick with satisfaction. Oliver felt his cheeks go red with pride, like when he got a gold star in school. He didn't know much about what he was doing, but he knew that making X happy was the most important thing in the world right now.

X began to pull the boys mouth off of his cock with a wet pop. "Thats it, let go..." the stud instructed, his voice like a velvet whisper. Oliver obeyed, his eyes watered from the effort but his gaze never leaft the bull's face. He looked up at X with wide, questioning eyes. "God, you're such a pretty little thing... you liked that, didnt you, Princess?..." X asked, his cock was leaking precum on the boys soft chest.

Oliver nodded shyly, his cheeks redder than a tomato. "Yeah?... and what are you doing?" X's voice was like a purr, his eyes glinting with a mischief that made Oliver's stomach flutter. "I... I'm... sucking your... your cock, Mister," Oliver said, his voice was shaky but his eyes remained glued to the stud's handsome face. He had liked the way it felt, the way it tasted, and most of all, the way it made The Stud look at him.

The bull's hand remained in Oliver's hair, stroking him gently. " How does it make you feel, being on your knees, shirtless, with my big, hard manhood in your mouth?" The Studs demeanour was like a proud teacher praising a star pupil. Oliver took a moment to think, his cheeks still rosy from the attention. "It... it feels..." he trailed off, trying to find the right words. "It feels... good?" he offered, his voice tentative.

"Yeah? You like suckin' my cock? Tell me, Oliver. Tell me how it makes you feel," X coaxed, his voice like honey. Oliver felt a warmth spread through him, like when he ate too much ice cream. He nodded, his eyes never leaving the stud's face. "I... I like it," he whispered, his voice shaking. "It feels... it feels... good."

"Use your words, Kiddo... I wanna hear you say it," X urged, his voice like a warm caress. Oliver took a moment to process his feelings. He had never talked about things like this before, but with The Stud, it felt okay. He took a deep breath and whispered, "I like it, Mister... I like sucking your cock... It makes me feel..." His voice trailed off as he searched for the right words, "...Special".

The stud's eyes lit up like Christmas lights, and Oliver felt an immense sense of pride. "I knew you were special, Oliver... I knew you were the right boy for me," X's hand continued to run his fingers through the boys hair.

Oliver's dream was coming true, a male figure in his life, finally saw that he was special. Not just any male, but a big, strong, handsome Stud who made him feel all tingly inside. The stud looked at him with desire and Oliver felt like the most special otter boy in the whole wide world.

"Mister," Oliver whispered, his voice shaking with excitement, "I've never felt like this before. It's like I'm doing something really, really important." The stud leaned down, his smile so big it looked like it could swallow the moon. "That's because you are, Oliver," he said, his voice like the rumble of distant thunder, "You're keeping the worlds most important secret... something that makes me really, really happy."

Oliver felt his heart swell up like a balloon. He was important. He was keeping a secret. And that secret was making the stud happy. "Mist..."

But before he could say anything more, X's hand pulled the boys hair, yanking his head back up. "Enough... time to get you back to work," the stud said, his voice a warm, deep chuckle. Oliver felt his cheeks go hot like a sunburn as he looked up into X's handsome face. He knew he had to make The Stud happy again.

The bull guided Oliver's face back to his cock, the tip shiny with precum and the otter boy's saliva. "Mist...Mister," Oliver stumbled, but his words were cut short as X pushed his cock back into Oliver's mouth. The stud's hand was firm but gentle on the back of his head, guiding him up and down the length of his manhood. Oliver's eyes watered again, but he didn't protest. He wanted to make X happy. He needed that reward.

"Fuck yeah, kiddo... suck it" X groaned, his eyes half-closed in pleasure, "Suck your stud..." The words were like music to Oliver's ears. He didn't know what they meant, but he knew that it was what he was supposed to do. His paws found their way down to The Studs sack again, the warm, heavy weight feeling like a treasure in his palms. "Fuuhh..." X's breath hitched, his eyes snapping open to look down at the young boy sucking him off.

"Eyes!" he barked, his voice like thunder in Oliver's ears. Oliver blinked, feeling a bit lost for a moment before returning his gaze to the Studs eyes. "Yeahh... Just like I taught you," X's voice grew softer, more gentle, "Look at me while you suck my cock, Princess." The room filled with the sound of wet, eager suckling, a symphony of saliva and submission.

The barn was filled with the sounds of lip smacking and sucking, occasionally pierced by a huff from the stud. From the corner where they were hidden, you could see the otter boy's head bobbing up and down, his shirtless form kneeling between the stud's powerful legs. X sat upon a throne of hay, looking down at the most beautiful 11 year old he's ever seen. Oliver's eyes were glued to X's, filled with a mix of fear and fascination, as he worked the stud's manhood with his mouth.

"Fuuuuck, baby... I'm gonna give it to you" X groaned, biting his lower lip. The pleasure was intense, but it wasn't the physical sensation of the otter's mouth that was driving him wild. It was the willingness, the pure submission, that made his blood boil.

Oliver felt the older male's hand shift from the back of his head to the crown, his grip tightening. The pup looked up, his bright green eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement. He knew what was coming. The bull's gripped Olivers hair as he started to hold the boy in place, ensuring that he wouldn't pull away as he was fed his Stud's seed.

With a low grunt, X's balls pulled up tightly against his body, and Oliver felt the first pulse of warmth against the back of his throat. The bull's cock spasmed, and a hot torrent of cum shot into his mouth. He gagged slightly, but X held his head firm, keeping him in place as he continued to spurt his seed. The salty, thick liquid filled Oliver's mouth, and he had to swallow quickly to keep up with the flow. His eyes watered, but he didn't pull away. He had wanted this, anything to keep the bull interested in him, to make him feel important.

"Swallow it, boy," X grunted, his voice strained with pleasure. Oliver eyes were hooded as his throat worked overtime to take down every drop of his reward. It was thick and warm, sliding down his throat in a way that was both uncomfortable and oddly comforting. He had done it. He had given his Stud a proper release, and he felt special.

When X was done, he pulled out with a wet pop, his cock still pulsing with the aftershocks of his orgasm. Oliver sat back on his heels, looking up at the bull with wide, watering eyes. His mouth was sticky and he felt so full. "You're a lucky little boy, Oliver," X said, his voice low and gruff. His cock was still hard, his need for Oliver not fully satiated. "Most kids your age are playing with toys, but here you are, servicing a stud."

Oliver felt a warm glow spread through his chest at the words. He was special. He had done something no other kid his age had done. He had made a stud happy. The stud's cock was still right there, in front of him, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch it gently with his soft paws. It was still warm and wet from his ministrations. "Thank you, Mister," he whispered, his voice shaky but earnest. "Thank you for teaching me."

X chuckled, his hand moving from Oliver's cheek to his chin. He tilted the otter boy's head back, forcing his mouth open. "Show me," he ordered, his voice still a gentle purr. Oliver didn't hesitate. He stuck out his tongue, showing X that his mouth was indeed empty of everything but the taste of his seed. The stud's eyes darkened with approval, his smile growing wider. "Good boy," he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. "and you didn't waste a single drop."

Oliver felt a warmth spread through him, like a hot knife through butter. He liked it when X called him a good boy. It made him feel like he was doing something right. The bull leaned down, his warm breath ghosting over the otter's flushed face. "You must really like it, to swallow it all like that," X said, his voice filled with a hint of amazement. Oliver nodded eagerly, his eyes never leaving the stud's.

"Yeah, I do, Mister," he murmured, his voice filled with a strange mix of pride and submission. "You said seed is special, and I don't can't let any of it to go to waste." He licked his lips, tasting the faint saltiness that still lingered. "and...and... I like the way it feels in my tummy," Oliver said shyly, looking up at the bull.

"Good boy," X said, his voice a low rumble. "Now, I want you to clean me up, make sure there's not a single drop of my seed left on me." He leaned back, his legs spread wide, his still-hard cock standing tall. Oliver's eyes widened at the sight, but he knew what he had to do. He leaned in, his pink tongue darting out to lick away the last drops of seed from The older males shaft.

His tiny paws wrapped around the stud's cock, stroking it gently as his tongue swirled around the head, making sure to get into every crevice. The taste was salty and a bit bitter, but Oliver didn't mind. It was a part of X, and he liked everything about him. The stud's eyes watched him, his expression a mix of pleasure and pride.

Once X was clean, Oliver looked up, his eyes searching for approval. The bull's hand caressed his cheek, a gesture that felt both tender and possessive. X needed to know how strong his hold on the boy was, he couldn't risk letting him go home without making sure he had fallen for the grooming. "Whos your stud, princess?" X prodded.

"You are, Mister," Oliver replied, his voice a soft whisper. The words came out without a second thought, like a password he had been programmed to say.

"And what did you think of my seed?" X's question was a challenge, his eyes piercing into the otter boy's soul.

Oliver's cheeks turned an even deeper shade of pink. "I liked it, Mister. It... it made me feel special," he admitted, his voice quivering slightly.

"And who's the luckiest boy in town?" The question hung in the air, the bull's smile growing wider with every passing second.

"I am, Mister," Oliver said with a nod, his voice filled with a newfound confidence. "I got to suck your cock" He had done something that made the most handsome, powerful male in town happy, and that had to make him the luckiest boy around.

X leaned back into the hay, his chest still heaving from the intense climax. He was pleased with Oliver's progress. The otter boy had proven to be a quick learner, eager to please, and more than willing to submit to him. "Good," X said, his voice like a warm embrace. "Now get your shirt back on and head home before your mom comes looking. We wouldn't want her to know about our little secret, would we?"

Oliver nodded, he reached for his shirt, his small hands shaking slightly. He felt like he was coming down from a sugar rush, the excitement of the moment still buzzing through his veins. He pulled the shirt over his head, hiding his small frame once more. "No, Mister," he agreed, his voice still a whisper. "We have to keep it just between us."

With a final look at the Stud, Oliver slipped out of the barn, the warm summer night wrapping around him like a lover's embrace. The crickets sang in the background, a gentle reminder that the world was still turning, even though his had just been flipped upside down. He walked back to the house with a spring in his step, his thoughts swirling with the memories of the bull's warm seed filling his mouth, the feel of the stud's balls in his hands, and the sound of the bull's pleasure echoing in his ears.

Once inside, Oliver went straight to bed, his mind racing with thoughts of the barn. He slid under the covers, his cheeks still flushed, and his body feeling strange and new. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had crossed a line, that he had done something that no other boy his age would ever understand. As he lay there, he felt a sense of pride.