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I nodded instead of trying to answer, and he seemed satisfied with that. He grabbed my reins again and said, “Follow me close. About two feet behind me, to the left. I hold reins in my left hand to have my right handy for other things. Watch my movements. Always keep your eyes on me. I’ll be the one to see obstacles, to avoid things, so you don’t have to worry about anything. I won’t let you fall.”
His voice was quiet as he’d spoken to me, and though we were in scene, we were fully engulfed in kink, his love shined through. I read between the lines, knowing he was saying that all my worries were for nothing, as he held the reins.
I nodded and tried to swallow, but that was hard with the soft bit in my mouth. He started in front of me, and I kept a step or two behind him. He led me back to the corral, and he fished into his pocket for a couple of sugar cubes.
As Tawny nodded to Noah, I saw Noah smile. It was a gentle grin, one reserved for animals. I knew that besides me, there were no humans that could touch Noah’s heart like his animals did, or any animals.
It set me even more at ease, seeing that smile, and I saw Spirit off in the back, eyeing us both like he was unsure of approaching. Noah saw him too and gave him a wave. “It’s okay, buddy. You’ve got the day off until I train your trainer.”
We walked to the truck, and he opened the door for me. “Time for the cattle.”
I lay on the seat, both for comfort, as sitting directly on the tail would hurt, but also to hide my face. Noah petted me, much like he did the horses, while he drove out of the yard. I hoped the gate rule wouldn’t apply. Few people drove on the dirt road that bordered Noah’s property, but some did.
“I’m gonna get out and open the gate as I’m watching you turn bright red, worried I’ll make you do it.”
I sighed loudly with a little laughter, and Noah threaded his hands through my hair. “You look good with it growing out. Either way, that’s up to you, but I like more of it to grab onto.”
He exited the truck, and I was left to pant. He did like grabbing my hair during regular sex, but had yet to do anything like that during a real scene. The thought of it alone had me going.
Back in, then out to close the gate, then back in again, Noah got the truck moving and said, “You okay so far?”
I nodded, though the bit was hurting my jaw some. It had hurt more giving a long blowjob, so it wasn’t bothering me yet.
“Good boy.”
We drove the little way to the cattle, and Noah got out of the truck and came around to the passenger door, opening it for me. I sat as well as I could, then got out with Noah and he brushed my hair from my forehead. “Fucking beautiful.”
I preened a bit. Yeah, I’ll admit that. I never want to be just a pretty boy, ever in my life. Yes, I can hear the eyes rolling at that poor, poor guy, so oppressed by his good looks. I know how it sounds, but when men only wanted me for that, it did hurt. Looks fade, and I was prepared for that. What I wanted was for someone to like my looks but to love my mind, my personality. Over the years, my personality had turned inward, a real introvert at times.
So, my problems were first world at best, white male privilege at worst, but they were mine and, like Noah reminded me, they were important to me. That’s why, when he fell for me, I knew it wasn’t just for my looks. It may have been one of the things that I loved the most about our relationship.
He led me to the small gate and walked me through it, waiting for me to close it behind us. He looped the rein over a nail at the end of the nearest barn, leaving me there while he checked the cattle, counting heads, filling the troughs and then he started getting hay from the back of the truck to feed them what they couldn’t eat from grazing.
Two hundred head in the small valley. The grazing wouldn’t last, but Noah told me he replanted grass seed every spring there. He refused to live in a dust bowl, he said. I had the feeling it was more for the cattle and less for the dust.
He’d also told me he tried to walk every inch of the areas where he placed his cattle. When he said he didn’t let his cows get sick, he meant it. He searched for snakes, for poisonous plants, including clover, and ridded the place of as much as he could.
I stood tall and proud, watching Noah care for the cattle, even moving close to a few, looking into their eyes, petting them. I could tell he hated to sell any of them, because to Noah, every living creature on his ranch was loved.
Including me.
The day was warm, but the trees were changing quickly. I saw Noah staring up at them a few times. His furrowed brow told a story, because no one else looking at those trees with leaves the color of fire could be worried about anything. No one except a rancher.
The dark green around those trees, like someone had made them the canvas, and the fiery colors of the aspen and birch were set out from it. They were the real art, the evergreen simply the canvas. That was until the winter, when the white lay over the land and the green stood out heavily. Like they had their season as well, to shine the brightest.
I’d seen it during the couple early snows, the rolling hills and the strong mountains, aptly named Rocky, they were amazing covered in it. I knew he doubted I would like a winter at the ranch, but he was wrong about that one thing. I already loved it.
When he came over twice to check me, he did it with his hands. He cupped my dick, moved a hand over my chest, and then lifted my chin. “A little bit longer, and I’ll take that out of your mouth.”
I nodded to him but didn’t speak.
“I need to fuck you so bad. If I didn’t think we’d scare the cattle into a stampede, I’d do it right here and now.” I felt heated right through, and he stroked my bare dick with one hand. “This thing here? One more day of fun for you, and then you’re being put in chastity. Always wanted a pretty, slutty boy to do that with, and you’re just the one to come along and make all my nasty fantasies come true. How about that?”
He was gleeful, and he let go of my dick, taking hold of my balls instead. He didn’t lovingly cup those, though. No, he gave them a squeeze that had me doubling over with the pain, my stomach feeling like it had been brutally punched.
“Up straight, now.”
I stood, though all I wanted to do was curl up into a ball on the ground. He kept squeezing while staring into my watery eyes. He became a blur after a few seconds of that, and his jaw set, clenching as he watched me.
