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At one point Tom might have felt pity or empathy for the well hung lion but the stable hand had spent too many years training and looking after the ranch owner's \"ponies\" to let this boy tug at his heart strings. Though if there was any boy who might convince the middle aged bull to indulge in some illicit sympathy, it was Clopper. Such a cute young thing. Such gorgeous blue eyes.\n\nBut no. Best stick with his unique brand of token comforting that had become his go-to for any frustrated or stressed out slave.\n\nPlacing a warm hand on Clopper's drug-enhanced sack, Tom ran his fingers across the taut, veined skin. In a deep, no-nonsense voice the ranch hand said, \"There's no point worrying over things you can't do anything about, boy. Besides, being a gelding won't be so bad. There will still be plenty of work to do around the ranch to keep you busy. Plus, it's not like you'll be going without sex. Many of the ranch hands here actually prefer fucking geldings. And there will be the new stallion moving in soon, just two stalls down. I imagine he'll be breeding you at least once a week to start out with. More when his balls fill out some. We'll be bringing him by all the other geldings' stalls too, just like we did for you when you first arrived.\"\n\nClopper snorted through his bit, the muted lion stomping one booted hoof against the strewn hay. He didn't appear comforted but Tom wasn't surprised. It couldn't be easy to be only nineteen and knowing your cumming days were coming to an end.\n\nLooking over his shoulder to make sure he was alone the bull thought, 'Fuck it. Why not,' and took the lion's member in hand.\n\nClopper stiffened and looked down as much as his posture collar would allow. No one had laid a hand on his cock since before he'd been snatched off that lonely hiking trail all those years ago. But he knew it wasn't by accident when the bull closed his grip around the pony slave's rapidly erecting endowment and took to stroking it with purpose. The armless teenager grunted wordlessly into his bit, the bull's other hand continuing to play with his low hanging balls.\n\n\"Aye, I know, it's against the rules. Ponies breed or get bred, owner's orders. But you won't tattle on me if we make an exception just this once. Right, Clopper?\"\nThe lion knew better than to shake his head. All non pony-like mannerism had long been punished out of him. Instead he bucked his head up, making his brown mane whip through the air to signal his understanding. And his eagerness.\n\nPumping the slave's dick with the same focus and intent he brought to bear for all his ranch chores the bull instructed, \"Let's not drag this out, pony. Neither of us would enjoy getting caught. 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