Coercive Control

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

As I drove through the property gate, my stomach was in my throat. Matt had auctioned me off to raise some donation money from the law firm, and I was about to spend the weekend paying up to the highest bidder. The man’s name was Cal Ellis, and he owned a cattle ranch about a half hour outside of town. I felt extremely nervous as I drove up the dusty gravel road to the farmhouse, but I tried to keep in mind that Matt would not put me in any real danger.

I parked and walked up the steps of the porch. It was a large wraparound wooden porch that was weathered and in need of repair. I tripped on a nail head sticking out as I made my way to the door, hoping that nobody saw that. I knocked on the door. I thought I heard someone clamoring around inside, but there was no answer at the door. I waited a bit and tried again. Eventually, I decided to walk around back and see if I could find Cal somewhere outside. As I reached the back of the house, I saw a plume of smoke in the distance. I walked toward it and saw Cal standing next to a wheelbarrow full of brush that he was adding to a small burn pile.

I checked out Cal’s body as I approached. He was wearing light wash blue jeans that clung to every curve on his tight ass and thighs. He wore a light brown long sleeve shirt and a jet-black cowboy hat. He turned as he heard me approaching, and I got a look at his face. He appeared to be in his late 50’s, and had harsh features, but kind eyes. His face was full of laugh lines, and although I was still nervous about the weekend, his smile put me at ease.

“Howdy,” he said, as he extended his hand to shake mine.

“Good morning, nice to meet you Sir.”

“Nuh uh, boy, call me Cal. You’re my bitch this weekend, but I can’t stand that Master, Sir shit.”

I decided to just shut up.

“Strip the fuck down,” he ordered, and I did as he instructed. Cal held out a hand to take my clothes, and the instant my underwear topped off the pile, he flung them all into the small fire that was growing to our side. I watched the flames engulf my boxer briefs, knowing I had more in my bag I brought, but I had a feeling Cal was not going to let me have them.

“Now that you’re in uniform for the weekend, you’re gonna finish emptying this brush out, and I’m gonna stare at that ass while you do it.”

“Yes Sir,” I said with a nod as I turned to start flinging branches and logs onto the fire. I was happy that he had let me keep my shoes at least, but I felt strange being watched while I did something so menial. Cal stood there with his arms crossed and the faintest hint of a smirk in the corners of his mouth. I got into a rhythm twisting back and forth, and my dick flopped around, slapping my thighs as I twisted to and from the wheelbarrow and fire. When I was done, he told me to bend over the wheelbarrow. I did as I was told, getting dirt on my hands and chest, and he spanked me before diving in and eating my ass for a minute or two. He worked my hole really well and I thought he was going to fuck me then and there, but he stopped abruptly and stood up.

“Aright bitch, take me back to the farmhouse,” Cal said, as he sat down in the wheelbarrow with a large grin on his face. I grabbed the handles and dragged him behind me as I walked back to the house. He whistled to himself, and I felt his eyes glued to my ass as I walked. I let go of the wheelbarrow when we arrived, and Cal walked up the porch and sat in a chair. He whistled a short note as he pointed at his feet, commanding me to come to him like I was a dog. He made me get on my hands and knees and he rested his leather boots on the small of my back.

“That hole was pretty tasty, you like to take it rough?”

“Yes, Cal I love it, I need it rough,” I bragged and played it up.

“Good deal, boy. We’ll get there eventually. Let’s talk about your other job this weekend. I saw how built you are and knew I would need to take advantage of you as a farmhand. It’s hard work getting all this shit done around here.”

I did notice that I hadn’t seen any other help yet. I wondered if Cal ran everything by himself.

“You’ll be pretty busy with chores today. I’ll take you on a little tour first so that you know the lay of the land. Get on up.”

Cal removed his boots from my back, and I stood up. I followed him through the doors into the farmhouse. There was a small kitchen to the left and a living room with an old box tv and an even older looking couch to our right. Down the hall to the left was a bathroom and to the right was my bedroom. Cal led me inside the tiny room, barely big enough for the two of us to fit. There was a twin sized bed in one corner, and a small walking space around it. The rest of the room was full of clutter. Boxes, stacks of papers, and knick-knacks covered the floor and filled the room.

“Sorry about the mess. This room’s been storage for the longest time, but I had to clear some space to turn it back into the guest room.”

I sat on the bed, and it squeaked loudly as the musty smell from the mattress filled the room.

“That’s alright, I appreciate it Sir. I’m able to sleep just about anywhere,” I said, not wanting to offend. I thought about making a joke about the dog kennel I had slept in a few weeks back but decided to not get into details or give Cal any ideas.

“My room’s upstairs and there’s a small basement, but you won’t need to go in either of those for any reason. C’mon out back, I’ll show you the garden.”

Near the farmhouse was a small shed and a garden with a wire fence surrounding it. Nothing huge, just a few rows of vegetables. Behind the shed was a stack of logs, which I assumed was the firewood.

“Carrots, kale, and cabbage,” Cal said, pointing to the rows. “And back here is where you’ll get to chopping wood once I finish up the tour. Axe will be in the shed.”

Next, I followed Cal to a large barn. He slid the door open, and I saw metal fencing that created stalls for cows. In the back, there was a large pile of hay.

“Once you’re done with the firewood, you’ll come in here and clean out the stalls before laying down fresh hay. Here’s the shovel, wheelbarrow, and pitchfork. Easy enough, right?”

“Right Sir. Uh, I mean Cal.”

“That’ll probably keep you busy enough this afternoon. Tomorrow I’ll most likely have you on the lawn mower. For now, let’s head back to the shed and you can get going on firewood. Come on back to the house when you’re done, and I’ll fix us up some lunch.”

As we walked back to the shed, I wondered what the deal was. I was naked, and Cal had been sexual a bit ago, but he talked like I was just any old average hired help. I wondered if he just got his kicks watching me work nude. I wasn’t upset about it at all though, I honestly didn’t mind laborious work. Sometimes it was nice to just zone out and do some simple tasks that only took muscle and not brain power. I spent the late morning chopping firewood. I went into the shed and grabbed some gloves and the axe before getting to it. Cal had driven off to retrieve some more logs from his brush clearing this morning. When he delivered the logs, he told me I only had to chop enough that his new ones fit on the rack against the shed wall. I chopped logs, hauled wood into the shed, chopped more, hauled more. I worked up a sweat within minutes, but the cloudy day and cool autumn breeze against my exposed skin felt amazing. Within a couple of hours, the logs were broken down, and the shed was much fuller. I then made my way back to the farmhouse for lunch like Cal had told me to.

When I arrived back at the house, Cal turned on the stereo and got me a glass of water and a pitcher. I downed three glasses immediately.

“You worked up an appetite?”

“Yeah Cal, I have,” I replied, proud of myself for remembering not to call him Sir.

“Well, I’ll fix you up something in a bit, but you’ve got to help me out first.  Watching you work out there and get all sweaty worked up my appetite for that ass.” Cal said, as he walked toward me and wrapped his fingers around my collar. “Why don’t you come to your room with me?”

I followed Cal to my room, and he threw me down on my mattress. I had not put the sheets and blankets on yet, so the grimy fabric touched my skin, smelling of mothballs and dust. Before I could even think about rolling over or looking around, I felt Cal climbing on top of me. He must have really worked himself up, as he was wasting no time taking control of me. I could feel his jeans grinding against my bare ass as he grabbed my wrists and sucked on my neck. Cal gripped my wrists with one hand as he reached down and unbuttoned his jeans with the other. He then began grinding his cock on my ass crack, using my sweat and his precum to wiggle his way between them to my hole.

Cal used no lube and no spit as he forced his way into me. I relaxed my hole and did my best to let him in easily, but there was some resistance, and I winced in pain a couple times. Cal did not stop, though, l and before long, the entire length of his member was inside me. He felt average, maybe 7 inches long, and he began thrusting his hips, using me to stroke himself. Before long, any pain subsided and Cal’s cock became entirely lubed with precum, sweat, and ass juice. Within minutes, he was moaning loudly and depositing his seed into me.

Cal climbed off and zipped his pants up, before leaving and walking back to the kitchen without a word. I sat at the dining table and watched him whip up some burgers. He chatted some more about the farm, and other than me being naked in this man’s kitchen, leaking his cum onto his chair, I felt comfortable and at ease. I wolfed down two burgers and some potato salad, and I drank plenty more glasses of water.

After lunch, it was time for me to clean out the barn. As I slid the barn door open, I felt the first raindrops of an approaching shower. Luckily, my next job was under a roof. I worked on clearing out the hay as I listened to the rain fall on the roof of the barn. I loaded up the wheelbarrow and dumped the old hay in a trailer out back, to be hauled away. I then broke the binds on the fresh haybales and scattered them across the floor of the stall. The rain picked up and pounded down on the roof, filling the barn with the loud sound of rattling sheet metal, but the worst of the storm passed within an hour. When I was done with the chore, I closed up the barn door, slipping on the mud. I then made my way through the light rain back to the farmhouse. When I got to the door, Cal was waiting on the couch.

“Wait right there, boy.” He said as he got up. I stood in the open doorway under the porch roof, shivering slightly, damp from the rain. Cal walked over to the basement door and made his way down. I heard the sounds of some deep moaning and chains rattling. Cal reappeared with a man. “Grant, I want you to meet my bull.”

The bull stood there, and I scanned his body. He looked to be just shy of my age, and was much taller than Cal or me, probably six foot three or four inches in height. He was extremely muscular, not from working out at the gym but just from doing manual labor. His skin was as even medium tan from being in the sun, and he had no tan lines, so I guessed he worked naked like Cal had me doing. I assumed he must be Cal’s employee (if you could call someone who has spent the whole day chained up in the basement an employee). He had shackles on his wrists and ankles, as well as a thick steel collar around his neck. His face had a blank look on it, his eyes not focusing on me even though he was looking in my direction. Drool ran down his chin. The bull’s chest, arms, and legs were covered in a thick, light brown carpet of body hair, and the happy trail along his abs led to a thick bush of darker brown pubes. His cock had been fully erect since Cal brought him out, and it was massive. Over twelve inches long, and well over two inches wide, maybe even three. Hit nut sack was equally massive, it looked like a tan grapefruit hanging under his monster cock. There was no way it was natural.

“I’m sure you have a million questions, so allow me to give you the full story. My bull here came to the ranch when he was 18. He had just dropped out of high school, as he had already been held back a few times and knew there was little hope for him. He’s dumber than a box of rocks, but strong as an ox, so I put him to work, and he happily accepted. He picked up ranching quick and became vital to my operation of the farm. The only issue was this kid’s sex drive. I caught this horny beast stripping down and jerking off all over the property, and his work efficiency started declining as he got more comfortable around here. So, instead of firing him and leaving him to fend for himself, I hatched my plan and transformed him into the muscle bull you see here. He was super excited when I told him I was gonna milk loads out of his cock every day, and that I would let him watch plenty of porn. Every morning, I strap him down in the basement. I then put a virtual reality headset and a pair of headphones on him. These used to play porn, but now they play a hypnosis video I had made special for him. He is incredibly responsive to it and after daily watching, he’s at a point where I can turn him from worker drone to sex hound with the snap of my fingers. Once I have him on the table and in sex mode, I hook him up to the milking machine that sucks on his cock and drains his balls. This all ensures that when he’s working throughout the day, he’s focused on work and not thinking about sex. At the end of the day, we repeat the whole process again, turning him back to sex mode, so that he is fully drained before bed, and will sleep through the night without jerking off.”

My jaw was on the floor. I couldn’t believe what I was being told. There was no way this was true, this had to be a joke. I couldn’t think of what to say, all that came to mind was “but his cock is so massive.”

“Haha, oh yeah, that’s my latest addition to the regiment. After each milking, I’ll put his cock and balls in a vacuum tube and grow them for about an hour. Twice a day, every day, for the past few months. He’s more than doubled in size. I thought it made sense for a bull like mine to have a big set of bull nuts to match his big sex drive. I’m pretty proud of his progress, and it’s all still fully functional too. He still gets hard as a rock and shoots even bigger loads now. I measure the volume every now and then, and his massive balls and heightened testosterone are able to produce a half a cup of semen on a good day. Per load.”

I hadn’t noticed but my dick had gotten hard in front of me. I thought about my life as a sex toy to Matt and it had nothing on his poor sucker. He had completely been transformed into a drone; I could see it in his eyes. The thought of a man trapped in there, being milked and transformed and worked over had never crossed my mind as a fantasy, but I was looking at it in the flesh. I felt for the guy, but I couldn’t help but me turned on by the situation.

“Anyway Grant, that’s the real reason you’re here. The chores today were just picking up Bull’s slack while I prepped him for this afternoon. He hasn’t been let loose or felt real flesh on his cock in months, and I want to see just how much progress he has made so far. He’s been edged all day with no release, and he’s been watching a new hypnosis, made special for this weekend. Matt sent over a few pictures of you and recorded the sound of you moaning last time he fucked you. I turned these into a video for Bull, so when he comes out his trance, he's gonna want you and only you. I don’t know how rough he’s gonna fuck, but you told me you like it rough, and let me in with no resistance, so you should be fine.”

My erection had gone away. Cal was gonna make this bull rape me, and I could tell it was gonna hurt. I didn’t know if he was just trying to scare me with big talk, but I was too scared to want to find out. I braced myself as Cal raised his fingers to the Bull’s ear and snapped. The bull’s eyes immediately came into focus, and he zoned in on me immediately, as I was right in front of him. He lunged toward me with a grunt, and I jumped to the side, out of the way, as he barreled through the doorway onto the porch and down the front steps. He turned and locked eyes with me before running at me again, his massive cock still fully erect and swinging back and forth as he came toward me. It was incredibly intimidating, and I had nowhere to escape except by jumping over the porch railing and into the grass. I looked back as I got to my feet after slipping on the muddy grass and started running away from the house, the bull in hot pursuit.

“Even better, Grant! Give him a chase to hunt his prey down!” Cal shouted out to me before chuckling and leaning on the porch railing, watching us run. I sprinted toward the barn and slipped on the mud out front as I ran past, covering my right side in it, but I quickly got back up and kept running. The rain was still coming down lightly, and I ran through it alongside the exterior of the barn and then past it to the hills beyond. The bull had made ground on me, closing the gap as my slip up had given him some extra time to catch up. His legs were longer than mine, and it was only a matter of time before he caught up.

I ran up a grassy hill and then straight back down the other side of it. My feet slipped out from under me, and I fell on my ass as I slid down the hill to the valley at the bottom. There were three hills that all converged into this valley, so there was a large pool of mud at the bottom, much wetter than the rest of the field surrounding us. I tried to get up, but the mud was slippery and thick, causing me to fall on my face when I tried to stand. I looked over my shoulder, and the muddy, rainy bull was right there behind me, sliding down the hill with his arms out, ready to catch me.

I felt his massive hands on my shoulders as he barreled into me, knocking us both over. I was now lying face down in the mud with the bull on top of me. He wasted no time grabbing me by the wrists and lining his cock up to my hole. I couldn’t help but notice that it was the exact same position Cal had fucked me in earlier today. I wondered if he knew the bull would get me like this and was preparing me for my rut.

Nothing could have prepared me for this, though. I screamed out in pain as the bull inserted the full length of his cock into me at once. I had not had time to relax my hole, but that did not matter to him, and the bull pushed through my clenched tight hole and cored me open. I got no lube besides the rain, sweat, and mud covering our bodies, as the bull thrust his hips into me, burying every inch of his massive member in my hole. I felt his heavy nuts bouncing as he thrust; they slammed into my own nuts and the sheer mass of them moving at high speed crushed mine and made them ache. The bull was grunting and moaning to himself as he abused my hole, and he gnawed and sucked at the crevice between my shoulder and neck. I knew there was no escaping him. He was much too heavy for me to get out from under, and he had too good a grip on my wrists. I tried to relax and lay still, hoping for this to be over soon.

A bit later, I heard the sound of an engine, Cal’s truck pulling up and then stopping. Cal stepped out of his truck and stood on top of the hill, watching his bull wreck me. I continued getting fucked, while Cal watched and stroked his cock, which was poking out through his fly. A few minutes later, the bull grunted loudly, and I felt his cock become even more engorged. His balls tightened up to his body and stopped slapping my nuts. His seed released in a massive flood and filled me up. The bull did not slow down in pace one bit, and I was very relieved when his cum began coating his cock and making it slicker as he continued humping me. I sighed in pleasure, as it would soon be over.

“Good work with round one, Grant,” Cal shouted down to me. “I’d bet money he ain’t gonna let up any time soon though. I usually get four or five loads out of him between the morning and evening milkings, and he didn’t cum all day, so I bet he’ll breed you at least three times.”

Fuck. I buckled down and tried to relax as much as possible. I would be here for a while. The bull laid his weight on me for a while, his hips still rocking slowly. He never pulled out of me. I felt the bull’s cock going soft, but he still felt massive inside me. After about ten minutes of slow, flaccid humping, I could feel him swelling back up and getting hornier. He got back up on his hands and knees and started fucking me again. I was much looser and more relaxed for round two and took his cock much more easily. He plowed me with just as much ferocity as round one, but I started receiving more pleasure from it this time around. My dick swelled until I was erect and rubbing it in the mud beneath me. The bull put one hand on the side of my head and pressed me into the mud as he plowed me. His cock stretching my hole and plowing against my prostate was going to make me blow my own load. We came simultaneously. I began expelling my load into the mud as the bull poured his own into my ass. His second load felt just as big as the first, and I wondered if Cal had been right about how much his bull really came. Did I really have a full cup of semen in my ass right now?

I laid in the mud with the bull getting fucked for about another hour. In total, he shot four loads into me, and he made me cum twice. After his fourth load, he slowly humped for a bit before stopping and collapsing on top of me, softly snoring. Cal made his way down the hill before snapping his fingers in the bull’s ear. I guess this ended the bull’s sex mode, as he stirred, and then stood up, pulling his flaccid cock out of my gaping hole. I felt the cum pour out of me into the mud below. I looked up at the bull and he had the same glazed over eyes that he had when Cal had first retrieved him from the basement.

“Back to the farmhouse,” Cal told the bull, who immediately walked off in the correct direction without a word. “And Grant, great job. You took him like a champ, and it was a big help for me to see my pet’s progress so far. Maybe you’ll have to come back in a few months so we can track his progress even further. Take your time getting put back together and come on back to the house. There will be a hot shower and more supper than you can eat waiting for you.”

Cal walked back to his truck and drove off. I laid in the mud for a bit longer, breathing heavy and collecting myself. The rain had cleared a while ago and the late afternoon sun shone down on me and warmed my body. I slowly stood up and then looked back down at where I had been raped. I could see the very distinct outline of my body in the mud, with deeper divots were the bull’s hands and knees had been. The puddle of cum sat there, flowing down into the deeper divot that my dick had carved out. If Cal had been telling the truth about the bull’s loads, there should be about two cups of cum there, and honest to God, it looked about accurate to me.

I walked back to the farmhouse and realized I had let the bull chase me pretty far. It was probably a half a mile if I had to guess. When I arrived, Cal was coming out of the basement.

“The bull is put away, he won’t be making another appearance for you,” Cal said. I sighed in relief. “Go on and get cleaned up, I’ll fix us some food.”

I took a long, steamy shower and washed every inch of my body three times. There was mud in my hair, under my fingernails, and even in my ass. I grabbed a towel off the rack and wrapped it around my waist. I then stood in front of the mirror, wiping away the condensation and looking deep into my own eyes. They welled with tears, and I took a moment to let myself be overcome with emotion. Though the situation had turned out okay enough, and I was glad to be safe, I never wanted to be taken like that again. I missed Matt and his warm embrace. I missed the safety of his hands, even as they spanked and whipped me, I felt in some bit of control. I did not have that here. I was away from home with a stranger who was using me to create a mindless sex slave. I was angry at Cal, and I was angry at Matt for giving me to him. Naturally, it was overwhelming. I couldn’t wait for this to be over. I was brought back down to earth by a knock on the door.

“Dinner’s ready when you are, Grant,” Cal chimed in. I splashed cold water on my eyes to make the puffiness in my eyes go away and dried myself off before heading back out to the kitchen. Cal had not lied; he indeed prepared a large meal. I sat in silence, eating my fill as he made small talk with me. By the end of the meal, I had fully calmed down from my overflowing of emotions in the bathroom, and I did not want to let Cal see that he had broken me. I needed to be strong for myself and for Matt.

After dinner, Cal plopped down on the couch for some TV, but I headed straight to bed. I slept like a rock, getting over ten hours of sleep. In the morning, I awoke to the sound of Cal rustling in the kitchen. After breakfast, he assigned me some lawn mowing, like he had mentioned yesterday. He drove us out to the field where I was gonna be working and took the mower off the trailer. It was a riding style mower and he showed me the ropes before sending me off. I drove back and forth methodically, making quick work of the field. I couldn’t help but focus on the pain in my ass, as the hard seat dug into my sore muscles that had been abused by the bull’s cock yesterday. When I finished the field, I put the blades up and drove the mower back to the farmhouse.

I saw the barn doors were open, and I headed over there, hoping to find Cal. When I poked my head inside, I did see Cal, and he was in the first stall on the left side. In the stall with him was a table with a VR headset and headphones sitting on it. The table was constructed of 2x4s, with leather buckles screwed to it in a few specific locations. I knew just from the looks of it all what I was to do. I climbed up on the table and laid on my back. There were leather straps sitting below my wrists and ankles, which Cal buckled tightly to my skin. The next straps were wrapped around my upper thighs. This made it impossible for my hips to jump up off the table. The last strap was fastened around my neck, to keep my head immovable. Cal then brushed his hand along my cheek, before taking the VR headset and slipping it over my head onto my eyes.

The screen was showing a black and white spiral, it must be a hypnosis video. Every few seconds, images would flash on the screen with the spiral. Sexual black and white photos, showing fags in bondage and being abused. Lots of leather and metal restraints. I expected to see the images loop and repeat, but I think it was a new image every time. I wondered how many different ones Cal had included. Next, Cal slipped the headphones over my ears. The sound was faint. It was a bunch of men’s voices. Most of them were just softly moaning and groaning, sex noises. Just louder than that was the sound of a few men speaking over each other, whispering things in my ears.

That’s right faggot slut. You’re nothing but a piece of meat. Turn your mind off. Nothing but a slave to be abused. Just a cum factory. Stroke that cock. Feel your load in your balls. Shoot your load. Make yourself cum. You know you want to. Be a good faggot slave. Please your Master. Don’t think. Shoot your load. Drain your balls. You’re just a faggot. You’re just a bitch. You’re nothing but a sex toy. Cum. Cum. Cum.

The voices all ran together, and it took a lot of concentration to even piece out what each voice was saying individually. Without trying really hard, the voices just ran together into a jumble of words about fags and sex. As I listened, my dick grew and stood up on its own. After a bit, though, I felt Cal’s hand wrap around it. He had lubed it up and was stroking me slowly. A bit later, I felt him slip a piece of rubber over my dick. It must be the milking machine he had mentioned yesterday. I must be getting the treatment he gives his bull. The rubber slowly sucked on my dick, pulling itself down onto the base of my dick. It then relieved the pressure and pulled off, rubbing the textured rubber surface across my tip, making me squirm. There was nowhere for me to go, so I just took a deep breath and tried to enjoy the ride.

The constant bombardment of sex sounds in my ear and the spiral worked its magic on me. It was hard for me to focus on anything but my dick and the pleasure it was receiving. My mind was unable to wander, and it became even harder to put into words how the milking machine even felt after a while. I don’t know how long it took me to shoot my first load, but I don’t think it was long.

The milking machine had picked up pace and was sucking my dick hard. As I blew my load, it did not slow down one bit, stimulating my dick greatly, and making me thrash around from the pleasure and then pain of post-orgasm torture. Even as I became fully flaccid, the machine continued sucking on me and stimulating me. I wondered if this was how the bull felt yesterday when he had cum but kept humping my hole. Did he even remember what it felt like to cum once and be done?

Within minutes, I was hard again and on the verge of cumming. It took the machine longer to make me cum this time, but the porn being burned into my eyes and ears made my balls tighten and release a second load. I was unable to hear is Cal was still with me, or if he had left me at some point. I don’t know how long I stayed hooked up to the machine, and the overstimulation of my eyes and ears made it hard to even keep track of how many loads had been sucked out of me. After what felt like two or three hours, I felt the machine slow to a stop.

The headphones were pulled off my ears and then the VR pulled off my eyes. Cal was standing above me, but it was hard to see his face. At first, I thought the VR had messed up my eyes, but then I realized it was just because it was dark outside.  I tried to ask Cal what time it was, but it was hard for me to find the words, as if my brain was fried. All I could think of was the sex images I had just been shown. Eventually I mustered my question, as I sat up after being unbuckled.

“What… time, Sir, is it?”

“Nine o-clock. You were plugged in for eight hours.”

Just then, my stomach rumbled, as if it had just realized it had not eaten all day.

“I was gonna stop you after four, but you just kept blowing loads. I thought my bull’s balls were impressive, but damn yours are too.”

“Matts got on me supplements, taking them, I think cum more they make me I guess,” I stumbled over my words, still recovering from the brain fucking.

“Haha, well I’ll have to ask Matt about that and see if I can get my bull on them. Why don’t you come back to the house? I’ll fix you some supper while you adjust to the world. Don’t worry, you’re not hypnotized at all, and you’re a smart guy so your brain will bounce back quick. It’ll wear off soon enough and you’ll be good enough to head home. I appreciate you coming out to help me this weekend. It was definitely good for all three of us.”

I walked in silence back to the house and ate. Cal was right, it did take some time for the brain fog to wear off. I’m sure I wasn’t even really hypnotized, so I wondered what was even going on in the bull’s mind at any given time. No wonder he didn’t speak. The clearer my mind became, the angrier and more emotional about the weekend I became as well. As the haze wore off, my mind couldn’t stop racing, and I quickly thanked Cal and got in my car before any tears could start back up.

I made it back to my place around eleven that night. I had considered calling Matt or going to his house but decided against it. I was full of conflicting emotions. I was proud of myself for overcoming the challenging weekend, but I think the experience had been overall negative, and all I could think about was how Matt had put me into it. I wanted to continue processing on my own, so I just decided to go home, shower, and head straight to bed.

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