People always expressed surprised at how calm his horse is around me. That horse is probably the worst tempered animal on the entire farm. Strangers, or even people who are around everyday, are constantly at risk of this stallion going off on them for no reason.
They knew it took the cowboy months of hard work but I just walked up one day and the horse just let me hop on like its the most natural thing in the world. In fact, just about every animal in the farm is automatically obedient and calm around me. They can never understand why.
When they asked, I always just smile and provide no information.
But I know why. Humans are fools when it comes to certain things. They don’t pick up the same clues the animals do.
The others don’t smell my scent all over the cowboy. They can’t tell that, as he is walking around the farm, taming animals and fixing fences, his cowboy hole is dripping with my cum. They don’t recognize that his swagger is more because I rode him really hard last night and not because he is hurting from riding really hard. If he was riding, it was my cock that he was riding.
But the animals know. The animals know that when I clap his shoulder that I can follow the motion to push him down to his knees. The animals can tell when he looks that me that he is much more used to looking up at me from his knees with my cock in his month. Animals recognize that when I touch his back gently, that is the same way I would have touched him when I am guiding him into a bent over position so I have good access to fucking his ass. Animals can smell his breath which is marked with the cum I made him swallow. And they can smell how I bred him over and over again day after day.
And they can smell me, my scent is marked all over him. Not just my cum but my piss. I claim him as my property and every fucking animal on the farm can smell it from a mile away.
Animals have a sense about these things. A sense about who is the beta around here.
And who is the alpha.
Fuck I wish I was his..
Let’s get those pants off……
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Kyle’s the reason I’m not attending college. My dad found it wise to rather serve, worship and $$$erve him: a real man, than waste money on me. I too started working long hours to serve Kyle. What an honor! We shower Kyle in gifts, even though his folks are loaded. The way it should be. Only the best is good enough for him!
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Mormonboyz….not sure which one