The Cottonwood Stud Ranch

The Cottonwood Stud Ranch

Part Five

"Almost there, Daddy! You're doing great!"

Huffing and puffing, Liam planted one foot before the other, hauling on the heavy chain. Gabby cheered him on, steering the derelict tractor as he towed it out of the field.

The machine was a damn fossil, fused into a solid mass by decades of rust. Muddy furrows scored the ground behind shredded tires, which no longer spun, but his beloved baby girl insisted her cousin June could restore the abandoned antique.

The buxom farm mechanic's name itched at Liam's mind like he'd forgotten something.

Something essential yet difficult to grasp... he vaguely recalled a wrecked car?

Whatever.

Remembering shit was tricky, busy as Liam was. His days were chock-a-block full of vitally important tasks that needed doing--Gabby told him so all the time.

"I don't know how we got by without you, Daddy."

Take this morning, for instance. Liam had woken at dawn when Mr Randolph turned off the buzzing PA system and rang the morning bell. Funny thing that. The white noise from the crackling speakers relaxed the most ornery farmhands each night, lulling them into a deep, restful sleep.

They showered, dressed, and hit the mess hall. Wordless grunts were the basis of communication. They shuffled in line to be served by bright-eyed, smiling country belles. Heaping helpings of calorie-rich breakfast foods ladened their meal trays, consumed in silence as the heavy-built menfolk chowed down with appreciative grumbles.

The options were endless: biscuits and gravy, chicken-fried steak, grits and beans, mountains of mashed potatoes, fat sausages, Texas toast, crispy bacon, scrambled eggs, golden hash browns, and syrup-soaked waffles.

Liam went back for seconds, then thirds, before he was satisfied. The sheer volume of food consumed could have fueled a group of CrossFit addicts for a week, and he needed every crumb. All the hard labor had gifted him muscles stacked atop more muscles, making him one of the largest males on the ranch.

Other bucks averted their dolorous gazes and shuffled aside whenever Liam approached.

As breakfast wound down, the girls appeared in a laughing, prattling, scantily attired gaggle. Flocking into the hall, they attached themselves to the hulking workers, gathering them in ones and twos, and led them away with flirty looks and cheerful chirping.

Gabby always led the pack, charging directly into his burly arms, squealing "DAAAADDY!!" to lather him in kisses. Their morning make-out session quickly devolved into heated dry humping while Dixie and Trixie watched on, squirming in envy.

His precious baby girl wore a floral print sundress with puffy sleeves that matched her wildflower perfume, showcasing her lush, young body to perfection. Liam had picked Gabby up so she could crush her generous bosom into his broad chest and grind that firm rump against his titanic bulge.

They had retreated to a woodshed to feed the twins their morning meal while she cooed and doted on him. The sisters fought for the chance to choke on Liam's bull cock. Their expansive curves, clad in tiny denim cutoffs and flannel shirts knotted beneath their hefty hooters. Jostling and bickering between slurping him down.

"Cum for me, Daddy." Gabby urged, producing a bottle of milk from nowhere and lifting it to his lips. "Make the stupid cow-sluts gag on your big daddy dick, Cum for me."

The milk was warm, rich, and creamy--rocket fuel for his tireless libido, stoked by her loving words.

Liam had bellowed in roof-rattling rapture, blasting the bratty brunettes with buckets of copious seed. It seemed a minor miracle that nobody investigated the uproar.

But that was another thing about country life that niggled at his jellied brain. In the Before (a term Liam invented to describe his hazy, half-remembered past) he'd never imagined farming involved so much fucking!

A fella couldn't walk past a barn or stroll through the wheat fields without spotting one of Gabby's ubiquitous cousins blowing a well-hung stud or getting bent over a ranch fence for a rough fucking. The women's shrill wails rang in contrast to the men's bestial grunts and vacant expressions.

Had Liam overlooked it somehow upon first arriving at the ranch?

And when was that exactly?

His head hurt from the effort of thinking. Fortunately, Gabby was always by Liam's side with a comforting hand, a kind word, and her tight wet pussy to calm his troubled mind.

Which he frequently needed. His large bull dick endured, stubbornly stiff no matter how many times she drained him.

"Oh, Daddy, yes! Your hard Daddy cock is all I want!" The bubbly blonde had squealed as Liam pounded her against a cottonwood tree. "Fuck me more...hyaaa!I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum for my big, hunky Daddy!"

As sweet and demure as she usually behaved, his baby girl had a dirty mouth once she got going. Moreover, it took more than a single release to settle Liam. So she'd guide him into one or both of her sisters, waiting eagerly on the sidelines, fingering themselves silly, while Gabby whispered filth into his ear.

"Use 'em, Daddy. They're just dumb cocksleeves for you to fuck and fill. Listen to their whorish moans. They're addicted to your huge stud cock. They won't fight back. Breed 'em as often as you wish. They'll keep crawling back for more."

Liam's thoughts became streamlined during the heat of rutting. Simpler. Less crowded.

The heifers beneath him were just wombs for him to pack full of virile spunk.

Interchangeable objects upon which to slake his animal lust.

Wailing, shuddering vessels to carry his offspring.

The primal act dispelled any confusion. The numbers were easy. A smooth-brained moron could solve the equation. Cow pussy plus bull dick equaled relief... and maybe babies, if Gabby said so.

Liam congratulated himself. Counting usually involved his fingers.

Once he was thoroughly spent, the day's labor resumed. Time passed in a blissful daze, employing his immense strength to complete cumbersome tasks under Gabby's direction.

Liam ripped up tree stumps bare-handed, their vast root systems shedding soil when he tossed them aside. Packed earth and rock parted like sand when he drove ten-foot fence posts in a line across an unused paddock, easily manhandling the heavy lumber.

Passersby stopped to stare as he worked, particularly Gabby's beautiful young cousins, their dim-witted companions forgotten. All the while, his baby girl clapped and cheered, showering him with praise, affection, and glasses of invigorating milk.

Returning the present, Liam dragged the old tractor to a halt outside the mechanic's workshop, the twins following like ducklings. Gabby leapt off the driver's seat, flying towards him.

"You're the best, Daddy! I love yousoooomuch." She gushed as he caught her. "That snooty bitch doesn't stand a chance!"

"I'm not so sure," Dixie hedged, flinching when Gabby rounded on her with a murderous glare. "Just sayin', sis. Ruby's a tough nut to crack. She ain't top of the leaderboard for nothin'."

Trixie remained silent, smiling blankly into the distance. Blitzed from the throat-ravaging Liam had given her an hour ago. A happy bimbo heifer unable to string coherent words together.

She'd be like that for a while yet or until he dick-slapped some sense back into her empty skull. Liam stared at her massive tits, overflowing the insufficient flannel top, his mind wandering.

"Miss Prissy is already done for," Gabby sniffed. "I spotted her bulls earlier, wandering loose. Utterly unattended. She's lurking in the weeds, plotting. Let her, I say. Daddy won't be fooled by her petty plans."

"Huh?" Liam asked dumbly, scratching the protruding growths above his ears. They itched something fierce. "What won't I do?"

"It's Ruby, Daddy." His baby girl swatted away his hands to straighten the cowboy hat. "Jealousy consumes her flinty heart upon witnessing our love. She wants to divide us. You won't allow that, right?"

Her pretty face was the picture of despair, eyes full of longing, and bottom lip quivering. Fury sparked in Liam's middle.

"I'll crush anyone who tries to come between us." He swore, veins popping on his bulging muscles. "Crush them, then stomp them into the dirt."

"I know you will, Daddy. I know you will." Gabby giggled, writhing gleefully in Liam's grasp. Her mood could turn on a dime. "Gosh, the sun is torture today. Are you thirsty, Daddy? I can fetch you more milk..."

Milk sounded good. Liam liked milk. It got him hard and ready to fuck.

Fucking sounded good too.

"Yeah. Thanks, baby."

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"That's it, Daddy. Drink up. There's plenty more where that came from." Gabby crooned, lifting a chipped coffee mug to Liam's lips. "Drink deep and listen to my voice. You love my voice, don't you, Daddy? How adored and appreciated it makes you feel?"

Liam would have replied, but his mouth was preoccupied with guzzling the creamy contents. Every gulp shot straight to his achingly erect bull cock, presently sandwiched between Trixie and Dixie's fat udders.

They were on his bed in the man's dorm. The utilitarian cinderblock building was deserted during daylight hours. Gabby sat on the mattress behind him, glued to Liam's back while the twins knelt between his powerful thighs, moaning and mashing their melons together.

"You're such a man, Daddy. So big and strong. Such an impressive specimen." Gabby continued mesmerizingly, shaking the last droplets onto his lolling tongue. "You deserve to be worshipped. There's never been a man like you before. Not with your hunky muscles and stud dick. Aren't you glad you came to the farm?"

Liamwasglad. Everything she said was true. He could feel it in the blood rushing to his throbbing prick. He wasn't some scrawny weakling but a mighty bull. Peopleshouldrespect him.

Trixie gasped when a jet of pearly precum splashed across her cheek.

These revelations crawled across Liam's mental landscape, creeping slowly as lava yet equally inevitable. Mustering thoughts became difficult with two country knockouts revering his beefy shaft. How could a man think while drowning in sinful affection?

Not like in the Before...

The Before...

When was that again?

Flashes of fuzzy memories roiled beneath the tides of carnal lust--something about a job and the name Detroit. Liam struggled to arrange them into context.

It involved travelling? Could that be right?

Surely not. Liam lived on the farm with his precious baby girl.

But how did he get here? Liam wasn't born in the country.

Where had he come from?

The incongruities nagged at him, even as Trixie shoved her face into her knockers to suckle at his apple-sized knob.

"Look out, Gabs. He's fighting it." Dixie warned, her voice echoing from a distance. "He shouldn't be able to resist this far into treatment. What kinda freak show are you running here?"

Liam glanced about groggily until he found Gabby. She'd pulled down the floral dress, exposing her full perky chest. Pinching a pebbled pink nipple, she was... was...milkingherself into the mug.

He watched white rivulets run across her pale titflesh as she scoffed at the brunette. "Stupid skanks shouldn't concern themselves with matters they wouldn't comprehend. My methods and motivations are complex. Take a cue from Trixie and put that whore mouth to better use."

"Jeez, tell us how you really feel, why dontcha?"

Turning to Liam, Gabby smiled like the sunrise. He stared fixedly at her bare, milk-stained chest. She giggled and swayed them hypnotically.

"I'm sowwy about her, Daaaaddy." She drawled in a high, girlish tone. "Good little cocksuckers should be seen and not heard. An important, virile man like yourself needn't be bothered by their inane prattling. Here, I have more milk for you."

"Milk... it'syourmilk..." Liam croaked when she offered the cup. "I've been drinking... your titty milk."

It was unreal, inconceivable, and incredibly arousing. His cock thickened in Trixie's tight throat, nearly choking the busty cow-slut.

"Naturally, Daddy. I'd never allow you to drink any other." Gabby purred, lifting the rim to his suddenly parched lips. "You'remyDaddy. Nobody else's. You can fuck and fill every wet pussy on this farm--I'll line 'em up for you to breed--but you've been mine since the day we met. My milk is yours alone. No one can steal you from me."

Her cerulean eyes were locked on a shadow under the door. Liam didn't notice, snatching the mug and chugging her creamy lactate. It landed like a bomb in his stomach, dumping a megaton of horny energy directly into his bloodstream.

Hips jerking, muscles swelling, Liam plundered Trixie's esophagus until she flailed on the end of his pistoning pole. Eyes rolling skyward and nostrils flaring, she jittered and spasmed, clearly cumming from the continuous spouting of potent precum.

When the ditzy brunette finally collapsed in brainless bliss, Liam seized her twin sister's chocolate tresses and plunged between her plush lips, too. He crammed Dixie's face down into her bountiful boobage, forcing her jaw wide to accommodate his ginormous girth.

"Glommmnnff~!"

"That's it, Daddy. Show these silly strumpets how dominant you are!" Gabby cried, raking long nails across Liam's shredded torso. He barely felt the scratches. "They're not your equals; only an exceptional female could match your supreme might! Your premier pedigree! She'd have to prove herself superior to snare a stud of your caliber!"

She was right. Dear god, she was right!

Liam's balls boiled like cauldrons, primed to erupt, yet something stayed his imminent release. Grunting, he beat futilely against a mental block his hormone-drenched brain couldn't properly comprehend.

He needed more. More of that cock-hardening fuck-fuel leaking from his baby girl's delicious teets.

He needed tobemore. More than he had been, whatever that meant. Liam shook off the murky memories and confusing emotions, focusing on Gabby's pendulous knockers.

"Mooo... Mooore..." His gruff tone resembled a bovine lowing. "Mooooare..."

Dixie's face was a blur, rocketing up and down his prodigious prick. Her neck distended with each punishing penetration. Tears leaked from the stupid cow-slut's eyes, but she didn't balk or object. Her gravid body thrummed like an overcaffeinated hummingbird.

Liam could smell the brunette's dripping pussy as she gurgled around him.

"You want more of me, Daddy? Of course, I cannot deny a bull as formidable as you!" Gabby announced, cupping a hand to her mouth as though he wasn't right there. "Use me however you wish. I'm utterly helpless in your masculine presence!"

She was louder than usual, practically broadcasting their feverish rutting to nearby ears. Liam didn't care. He hooked an arm around her waist, yanking the source of that turbo-charging goodness to him. Puckered lips locked onto puffy nips, and her blessed milk flowed.

It was the best thing he'd ever tasted. A fresh source of strength and stamina that would push him beyond his limitations to new heights. Nursing furiously, Liam ravaged one teet, then the other, swallowing great mouthfuls of heavenly cream.

Energy suffused his bulky form as Gabby moaned and whimpered encouragement. Bones creaking under the weight of growing muscles, Liam drank and drank, desperately skull-fucking Dixie in search of relief.

His balls felt pulsated painfully on the verge of rupturing. No matter how much precum they dispensed, the ultimate payoff was denied.

Gooey white streamed from the gagging cow-slut's chin, splashing over her abused tits to pool on the cement floor. She hadn't a hope of consuming so much manly spunk. Her belly must've been bloated.

The air reeked of sex. They were making one hell of a mess. The bed springs sang a discordant dirge, the metal frame bending beneath their brutal exertions. Dixie thrashed with climactic convulsions while Liam groaned in exquisite agony.

"Baby... Baby girl, please." He panted, heart spasming like a cardiac arrest. "Help... help me..."

Gabby didn't answer right away. For a full, horrifying minute, she left him hanging, looking around as though checking something. Liam's existence became an edging nightmare until she eventually relented.

"Good work, Daddy!" His impish blonde gushed, clapping excitedly. "That'll teach the sneaky bitch. She's gone, but she'll be back. We only need to bait the hook."

Blood thundering in his ears, Liam barely heard her. Veins bulged everywhere. His skin burned. Muscles flexed. He circled the rim of a total meltdown when she whispered the magic words in a sing-song voice.

"Ilooooveyou, Daddy. I love you so much. Now cum for me. Cum for your sweet baby girl. Show me how much you love me."

Summoning a primal howl from the depths of his being, Liam exploded within Dixie's double-stuffed throat. A torrent of sticky seed knocked her head back with the force of a fire hose. She reeled, taking Trixie along for the ride, sending them tumbling to the floor.

"HHHUUUURGH!!" Laim roared inarticulately, spraying the entangled twins with an ungodly amount of jizz.

It fountained from him like a busted water main--a river of liquid rapture that swept away his thoughts and anxieties. It washed him clean of everything but intoxicating bliss. Smoothing and polishing his brain like a rock in a tumbler.

Minutes later, he sat, completely spent, drooling with a dumb smile. Dixie and Trixie wallowed in a slick puddle of his cum, lapping up the viscous goo and rubbing it into their skin.

"That was amazing, Daddy." Gabby pecked him on the cheek before smirking at her sisters. "Not questioning my methods anymore, huh?"

"N-nooo..." The twins moaned in unison.

"That's right. Now, lick up this mess. Daddy has important business to handle, and the last thing he wants is a couple of dirty skanks stinking up the place."

Liam didn't even blink when the perky blonde bombshell packed his sagging jaw full of a milky titflesh. He simply sucked and swallowed mechanically as she cooed with delight.

"Good, Daddy. Goooood... drink as much as you can. We'll need you at your best tonight."

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Liam drifted lazily through empty skies. Zephyrs kissed his skin, featherlight in their caresses. He passed through fluffy clouds of pleasure, relishing the ephemeral softness enveloping his weightless form.

Free and unbound from the burdensome earth, Liam surfed the currents of nothingness in a state of serenity.

His cock was hard, a steely rudder cutting the air. That was fine. It was always hard these days -- a proud totem to manhood that guided his flight.

"The subject presents a trance-like condition, highly susceptible to basic commands and suggestions." A calm, clinical voice stated. "Note how his physiology responds to the slightest stimulation."

An invisible finger brushed Liam's stiffness, barely making contact yet sending a delectable jolt to his middle. The world shook around him momentarily and then settled.

"Sexual stimuli have proven the most reliable means of pacification." The feminine voice lectured. "Early experiments resulted in aggressive crossbreeds and... unfortunate mutations. However, our research division continually develops new gene combinations. Testing and delivery remain our top priorities. We promised the stakeholders a stable domesticated producer capable of surpassing your loftiest expectations. A promise we fully intend to honor."

The unseen finger became a hand, gripping Liam's rigid shaft. Small and delicate around his thick meat. It executed a lazy, luxurious pump that instantly turned his bones to jelly, relaxing him completely.