From the PeterFiles:
Betting the Ranch
Peter arrives at his cousin Judy’s Texas ranch, eager yet nervous about reconnecting with her after their provocative past encounter. Judy quickly asserts her dominance, leading Peter on a tour of the ranch’s breeding operation. She casually describes her activities “milking” semen and castrating bulls. Their playful banter and mounting tension set the stage for a darkly seductive power struggle, leaving Peter both fascinated and apprehensive about what awaits.
For adult masturbators only – A dark erotic fantasy in three chapters – By Richard Lovel – Copyright 2025 (all rights reserved)
Chapter 1
She stood on the porch, shaded from the Texas summer noonday sun. Her chestnut hair was pulled back in a ponytail. A faded tank top, frayed from ranch work, barely contained the full breasts.
“Well, look what the cat dragged in,” Judy drawled. “If it ain’t my favorite cousin from the big city.”
Peter’s parents had arranged for him to spend a month before starting college at his relatives’ ranch in the Texas hill country. But it was not the rustic charm or the rugged landscapes that beckoned him. It was Judy, his distant cousin, who lingered in his mind like a forbidden secret. The memory of their last encounter played in his masturbatory reveries like a looped film. Making out in the back seat of her parents’ Chevrolet at a drive-in movie, her parents oblivious in the front. He could still feel her fingers deftly tugging at his zipper, the rush of confusion and excitement as his virgin penis surrendered to pleasure and shame in her knowing hands. Her whispered promise of more to come when he visited the ranch pulled him deeper into her spell.
And now he was here.
“I’m … glad to see you, Judy,” he managed, his voice cracking on her name.
“I bet you are. Are you still the All-Around-Champion Wanker, or have you graduated to pussy since our movie night?”
“I … I’ve been busy, with getting ready for school in the fall and …”
“That’s a no.” she cut him off with a laugh. “We might have to do somethin’ about poppin’ your cherry this time. But come on, drop your stuff. I’ll show you around the operation before supper.”
Judy led him through a wooden gate into the barnyard, around fresh cow pies to the pens where massive bulls paced lazily. Peter was magnetized by the pendulous sacs swinging beneath their bellies—colossal, veined, startlingly pink. When a bull moved, its testicles swung in a slow, magnificent arc, brushing the insides of its thighs. Watching them, Peter felt his own privates shrivel in awe.
“By Texas standards, we’re just a little operation,” Judy explained, resting her arms on the fence rail. “We don’t raise beef cattle here. Our specialty is specimen collection for A.I..”
Peter’s brow furrowed. “A.I.? Like computers and robots?”
“Artificial Insemination, city boy. We sell bull sperm.” She nodded toward the bulging scrotums. “See those hangers? Liquid gold, right there between their legs.”
They continued past the pens to a metal building with concrete floors. Inside: sterile and industrial, all steel and fluorescents.
“This here’s our breeding barn, where we inseminate the cows. Also, where we milk the bulls.” She grinned and made a pumping motion with her fist. “Remember the drive-in?”
His neck reddened.
Judy led him to a stall with leather straps hanging from the ceiling and metal rings bolted to the floor. Next to it stood a stainless steel contraption, tubes snaking from its boxy frame, and a control panel with dials and switches facing outward like a dashboard.
“We used to milk ‘em by hand. I liked doin’ it that way, and so did the bulls. But it’s slow, so now we use this here vacuum extractor,” Judy announced, patting the machine. “State of the art. Real labor saver.”
“How does it … work?”
She reached for one of the clear tubes, at the end of which was attached a flexible, translucent sleeve. “This here’s called the receiver. Look familiar?”
Cylindrical shape, tapered opening, the inside textured with soft-looking ridges. It looked disturbingly like one of Peter’s masturbation toys, the Fleshlight. He didn’t trust himself to answer.
She inserted her fingers into the tube. “We slip this receiver on his pizzle. The Hoover part creates a vacuum that makes the receiver”—she squeezed the sleeve—”slide up and down and squeeze. We let it suck away on him till he creams.”
Peter stared in fascination. “You mean it makes him… ejaculate… just like…”
“Yep, better than fucking a heifer. I get a kick out of watchin’ them. They rut away just like it was the real thing. Of course they don’t know any better. These boys are virgins. Their jizz is worth too much to let’em waste any in a cow pussy. The extractor milks their load, and we ring up the cash register.”
The casual way she described the process made it more obscene. Peter shifted his weight, trying to adjust himself without drawing attention to his growing erection.
“How often do you … milk them?”
“The breeding stock, two, three times a week. They go to bellowin’ if they don’t get it. Kinda like some boys I know.
“Not all bulls make the grade, though. Some don’t produce enough volume or their sperm count’s too low. Others are just too ornery to work with. We castrate the ones not worth breedin’.
Peter felt his testicles draw up. “C…castrated?” he stammered.
“Sure. I do it right here in the stall. Dad lets me do all the castrations. I kinda like doing them. I mean, most girls my age are painting nails or doing hair, right? Not me. I get to pop the nuts off animals ten times my size. Dad says I got a gift for it.”
“Doesn’t it hurt them?”
“Oh, they kick up a fuss, sure, but we strap them down real good. And they get over it pretty quick.”
The casual way she described castration terrified and fascinated him in equal measure.
“What I like about castration is how it changes them.” She gave Peter a sly, sidelong glance, gauging his reaction. “I think there’s something almost spiritual about it. Like, you nut a bull and he becomes a different creature. Makes ’em docile. Obedient. They lose that drive to mount and fuck everything in sight. I like knowing I can do that to something so big and powerful. Just—” She snapped her fingers. “—fix them for good. And it’s almost like they’re grateful for it. Afterwards they follow me around like a puppy.”
Peter’s member stirred unexpectedly against his zipper.
“You know what’s funny? Some guys get off on talk of neutering. Like, really get off. They come out here to work, act all tough, but the second I start talking about snipping nuts … you can see their dicks get hard through their jeans. It’s like a fetish thing for some of them. I guess there’s something about knowing a girl like me could fix them like puppies.” She paused, letting the words settle. “Can you figure that?”
Peter stood mutely confused by the erection throbbing in his pants. She looked down at his jeans, encouraged at what she saw.
Judy played with the receiver tube in her fingers. “Guys get funny about other things too.You know, this extractor don’t work just for bulls.”
“What… what do you mean.”
“Caught one of the hired hands in here last summer, using it on himself.”
Peter’s eyes widened. “What? On… himself?”
“Yup. Walked in here one evening and there he was—pants around his ankles, bent over with his bare ass sticking up. Had his prick in the receiver tube, rutting away. I could tell he liked it, too. Gruntin’ just like a bull.
“I went and told Maw what he was doin’, and she came out and ran him off with the cattle prod, didn’t even let him pull his britches up. Never saw someone run so fast with his pants tangled around his boots.”
She paused for a moment. “Got me thinking, though. What do you reckon it feels like? Gettin’ milked like that?”
“I… I have no idea.” But in fact Peter had a very good idea. It was one of his favorite fantasies. As he thrust into his Fleshlight he imagined himself strapped down, yielding to an unrelenting mechanical suction.
She grinned. “Want to try it?”
He gaped. “You mean… me… in the…?”
“Yeah. I want to see how it works on a boy. I know you like getting jerked off. It would be like that, only kinky. C’mon, get your pants off and let me give you a milkin’.”
Peter hesitated.
“How about if I take off something first?” With that she quickly tugged down the front of her tank top. Her breasts dropped free, pale skin contrasting with nipples the color of old pennies.
“There, I showed you my tits, so you pull down your pants. Go on now, do it.”
Spellbound, Peter obeyed. He stepped out of his trousers and underwear and stood before her naked from the waist down.
She pointed at the evidence of his erect penis and giggled. “See, you really do want to, don’t you? Come on, get in the stall. on, get down on all fours. Like a cow.”
Peter obeyed, dropping to his hands and knees. Judy reached for heavy leather restraints hanging from the ceiling and looped one beneath his chest like a sling. She winched the second around his waist, forcing his backside upwards. She fastened leather cuffs to each limb, yanking them outward until wrists and ankles were secured to the four corners of the stall. His legs were spread wide, leaving him completely vulnerable. He waited nervously, helplessly immobilized, conscious of his naked organs dangling between his parted thighs, completely at Judy’s mercy.
~ ~ ~ Continued
Chapter Index
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
RL-2025-12-17