thefilthfactory: “You both look so cocky,” the older farmhand inspected his two employees, “But unfo
thefilthfactory: “You both look so cocky,” the older farmhand inspected his two employees, “But unfortunately, one of you’s been exposed.” Reaching into a small chest, you pulled out a vial of the potent bull seed. The lad in blue overalls began to sweat almost instantaneously, shifting his weight from leg to leg. “That’s a shame,” you gripped the boy’s chin, “You know what has to happen now?” “I-it was just a taste,” he slowly fell to his knees, “It hardly affected me at all.” Turning to the other farmhand you nodded at the door, “Go prep one of the bulls… we’ve got a new sow to break in.” “Please,” the lad whimpered and pawed at your waist, “Don’t turn me into one of those mindless things.” Tipping his head back, you let the contents of the vial drizzle across the lad’s tongue. His pupils dilated almost instantaneously, and all of his pleading stopped. Blushing, he began to lick the empty vial, hungry for every last drop. “Don’t you worry,” you grinned, unbuttoning your coveralls. It had been ages since you popped a fit young lad’s cherry, and it would be kinder to stretch him out before his first bull, “I promise every moment will be absolute bliss.” FOLLOW THE FILTH FACTORY - MAY THE SMUT BE WITH YOU ORIGIN STORY / ABOUT ME / STORIES / TAG CLOUD -- source link