Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/6683152. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure Relationship: Dio_Brando/Jonathan_Joestar Character: Dio_Brando, Jonathan_Joestar Additional Tags: Dubious_Consent, Age_Difference, Light_Bondage, Animal_Traits, Milk Stats: Published: 2016-04-29 Words: 3486 ****** Dio Brando Had a Farm ****** by milky_(therio) Summary Dio lives with his ward Jonathan on their family farm. (this is serious. any crack is not intended) Notes the cow!jona fic no one asked for but everyone deserves (...oh yeah! jonathan is a cow morph) See the end of the work for more notes “Please don’t go yet!” Jonathan tugged on the hem of Dio’s coat. This achieved nothing except a build in Dio’s ire and his own frustration. Jonathan was small enough that Dio could easily rest his hand atop the dark curls of his head, where a small horn was idly thumbed at. Jonathan tilted his head back, eyes lidded in pleasure, urging Dio to move his fingers to scratch behind his soft ears and then just below his jaw. Jonathan was barely above Dio’s waist in height (though Dio suspected by the time Jojo was full grown he would far surpass himself). “If you don’t let me go now, I’ll get into town after the shops close and neither of us will have anything to eat for the next three days. Is that really what you want?” “Yes!” Jonathan was the image of petulance. Dark brows furrowed and an exaggerated pout. Dio extracted his hand and sardonically raised one eyebrow. “I had no idea you loved starving so much! And tell me, how will you be milked if you haven’t had anything to eat?” Dio gave a mocking appraisal of the boy’s already developing figure, “Though perhaps you would be better suited for the abattoir.” Jonathan’s heavy lashed eyes went wide and then lidded as he squinted up at Dio, letting go of his coat and crossing his arms, “You know Dio I think that’s almost a compliment.” And it seemed his brain was finally developing too. He huffed and then gave a final rudimentary pat to Jojo’s head. “And I see you have the potential to grow a brain yet. Expect me back in an hour Jojo.” Dio turned to leave then. Jonathan grimaced and stuck his tongue out at the back of Dio’s blond head. However he was an easy-going boy, and found himself preening a little over the hidden compliment. Just as Jonathan was searching for something to amuse himself with for the next thirty minutes, Dio stuck his head back around the door, “And don’t touch anything you aren’t supposed to.” And with that he closed the barn door, careful to latch it properly. Jonathan was left standing in the familiar dim light of his home. “Fine then, I won’t,” he said to no one. He snorted and gave a frustrated swish of his tail. Dio could be awfully annoying when he chose to be. Jonathan honestly felt like he hated him half the time, suspicious of him a quarter of the time, and the rest, well… Jonathan blushed a little at the prospects of what might happen after dinner. If he behaved and displayed good manners, that is. Jojo, unfortunately, had terrible manners.   For the next ten minutes Jonathan oscillated between lying down in a bored stupor and walking around in a bored stupor. The five minutes after that was spent jumping on his bed until it gave a warning creak and the pallet suddenly sagged in the middle. Maybe he was getting a little too big for that. He moved to Dio’s room where he could jump on a queen sized mattress. He clambered onto the bed and stood straight, surveying the room as a prince might a kingdom. Jonathan rarely was in Dio’s room when Dio wasn’t there. It was in his observing that Jonathan noticed The Cupboard door had not been closed properly. Jonathan was never allowed to open or look inside The Cupboard himself, but he knew the kinds of things that were in there. He gazed at it for a long time. A tagged ear twitched. He swished his tail again once before climbing off the bed and walking straight to the slightly ajar door, pulling it open without a second thought. There were all sorts of objects and implements lined up (even some Jojo had never seen). One in particular caught his eye. It was one he was well acquainted with, though never allowed to touch. Jonathan pulled down the set of four metal tubes and accompanying cables. They were each about ten centimeters long with rubber nozzles on the open end and clear tubes running from the bases to connect to a small cylindrical machine. This was supposed to attach to some kind of container but there was none around. Jonathan carried his prize back to the bed and sat with it amongst the pillows and blankets. His hands were shaking very slightly as he held up one of the tubes to inspect it in the rapidly diminishing light. It was getting to be evening. Dio would be back soon. Jonathan glanced at the clock on the bedside table. 17:47, he still had time. Jonathan suddenly became aware that he was slightly aroused. With tentative movements he brought the rubber nozzle to his mouth and licked around it. Out of curiosity he put it in his mouth to see if it would fit, but the cold of the metal and unpleasant taste of rubber made him gag. He sat back thoughtfully, ear ceaselessly moving for sounds of Dio’s return. Cautiously, Jonathan brought the nozzle to his left breast, pressing it firmly into the soft skin around his nipple so that the suction would take hold. It being late evening, he would have next to no milk in him. The thought made Jonathan’s breath hitch.  His breathing was heavy as he reached for the switch that would turn the machine on, heart racing a mile a minute. He paused just before he flicked the switch, holding his breath. If Dio knew or ever found out... Jonathan didn’t know what Dio would do, but he did know that it wouldn’t be pleasant and probably last a very long time. With that final thought he turned the machine on. It whirred into life, a loud hum filling Dio’s bedroom and the rest of the barn. The suction was immediate. Jonathan gave a strangled cry as his nipple and the skin around it was pulled outwards. It hurt, having nothing in him to give, and the pain caused tears to prick the corners of Jonathan’s eyes and his small cock to swell further. This revelation did nothing but cause an embarrassed blush to prickle at Jonathan’s cheeks and hot tears to flow. It felt so good. Jonathan started stroking himself through his shorts, the buzz of the milking machines motor filling his head and drowning out any thoughts. He squeezed his eyes shut and leant back against the headboard, arching his back and chest up into the feeling of suction and his own hand on his erection. A few drops of milk were forced out of him but the pain was steadily become unbearable. Jonathan was distantly aware that a dark bruise was probably already forming. He adjusted his hand and rubbed faster.   Apparently the sounds of his own sobbing and the milking machine were enough to disguise the barn door opening and closing loudly.   Dio was tired and annoyed from his walk into town and then subsequent return, having to carry three bags of heavy groceries at the same time as trying to deflect the numerous admirers vying for his attention as he walked down the main street. The relief he felt as he opened the door of the barn and called Jojo’s name was hastily banished when there was no response. He swept the main area with his eyes, finding a suspicious lack of Jojo. He stalked over to the kitchen dining area to dump the shopping bags on the table. Dio straightened his back and cocked his head to listen. Sure enough, there was a faint monotonous sound coming from the back of the barn where the bathroom and Dio’s bedroom was. When he turned to look it was to see his bedroom door slightly ajar, which was not how he had left it. He approached slowly, the sounds getting louder with each step. Just above the sounds of whatever machine was the source of humming, Dio could hear a faint sobbing that was unmistakably Jojo’s voice. Instantly he was worried, expression twisting into one of concern. There was a high keening noise followed by a sob and Dio wrenched his bedroom door open. His shock at the sight before him lasted less than a second before it was replaced by irritation. “Aah...hngh …” Jonathan’s sobs devolved into a high keening noise and then a wanton moan as his back arched off the bed. Dio surveyed the small, strained form nestled on the bed. Jojo’s cheeks were a deep red, tears stained his face. Both his ears were pulled back with strain. Dio flickered his eyes lower and saw just how aroused the poor boy was. There was a surge in his stomach at the sight. “My, Jojo, it seems I have to be gone only thirty minutes and already you disobey me,” Dio chastised, his voice raised above the sounds of Jonathan’s panting and the machine. Jojo gave a little scream and his eyes immediately flew open, guilt clear in his sparkling wet eyes. “You’re probably the most poorly behaved boy I’ve ever had the unfortunate displeasure in meeting.” Jonathan ignored what Dio said, “Dio-o, please. It hurts,” whimpering again as he unconsciously rolled his hips into a tightly closed fist. Dio shook his head and heaved a sigh. “Tut, tut, Jojo. This is exactly what you deserve for doing the wrong thing. Though from the look of it this is probably not punishment enough,” Dio was acting awfully aloof, considering he was practically leaking through his pants where he was standing. Jonathan whimpered and closed his eyes with a nod. That he accepted punishment so readily was enough for Dio to walk over to the bed and turn off the machine. Jojo gasped in surprised at the sudden lack of stimulation and looked up at Dio with wide, dark eyes. The only light source now was the one coming through Dio’s bedroom door from the main room, making Dio’s face and front a hidden silhouette. Dio carefully removed the milking nozzle from Jonathan’s chest and raised his eyebrows at the bruising already forming on and around the pert nub. He reached forward and let his finger-tips lightly trace around it, soothing. Jonathan gasped softly at the tickling sensation and gazed into Dio’s eyes. “Dio I’m so sorry I didn’t do what you said. I deserve whatever you say,” his voice was strained with unshed tears and guilt. Dio wondered if Jojo thought he would only be losing his dinner over this breach of conduct. “Oh, my Jojo, of course you do. You know I only do what is best for you,” He gently cupped the boy’s face and stroked a soft ear with one thumb, settling himself on the edge of the mattress. Jojo let his eyes shut, a content sigh escaping his cupid-bow lips, red and plump from biting them. He was the picture of unspoiled innocence (if you discounted the bruised nipple and subsiding erection). Dio allowed this small interlude of peace for the young thing. But enough was enough. Dio stood brusquely, startling Jonathan from his contented state. He could feel Jojo’s eyes on him as he walked over to the open cupboard, shirking his overcoat and pulling off his scarf in a fluid motion. Contrary to what Jonathan believed, leaving the cabinet unlocked had not been a mistake on his part. Dio had wanted to see if Jonathan would ignore the rules if given the opportunity and, frankly, he would have been disappointed to come home to a Jonathan the very image of obedience. Dio selected a matching set of black leather straps and a leather bit, hanging from a hook on the door, before walking back to the bed and taking his seat again on the edge. Jonathan hadn’t moved from his sitting position, blinking only owlishly at what Dio held in his hands. “What are you going to do?” Dio ignored the question and instead took both Jonathan’s wrists in his hand, deftly wrapping one of the straps around them tightly before securing with a knot. Jonathan placidly let him. He then took the leather bit and unwound it, holding it out straight in front of Jonathan’s face. “What?” Dio pressed it against Jojo’s lips before the boy said anything else. Jonathan obediently opened his mouth to let it in. Dio tied it tightly at the nape, the soft leather digging into the baby fat of his cheeks. Dio sat back to inspect his work, calmly meeting the other’s curious gaze. He slid both hands up Jonathan’s legs until he reached the waistband of his shorts, the only item of clothing he wore. Dio was careful as he removed them, making sure to tug Jonathan’s tail through the custom hole so it wouldn’t get caught. Once Jojo was naked, Dio used both hands to turn him onto his stomach. Jonathan didn’t resist but kept trying to look over his shoulder at what Dio was doing. Dio pushed his cheek down into the mattress. “Keep still, brat,” the first words he had spoken in almost five minutes. Jonathan easily obeyed again, looking at the blankets with a slight pout. Dio wound the second strap through the one around his wrists and then pulled both of Jonathan’s arms above his head to tie them to the corner post. He turned Jonathan’s face so he was looking out the bedroom door so he couldn’t see the rest of the bed or bedroom. With two hands, Dio lifted Jonathan’s bottom into the air and tucked his knees up beneath his hips. Dio leant back to assess the final product. Jonathan looked like a whore in the pretense of prayer, his tail swishing occasionally where it hung down between his legs, covering his modesty. “My Jojo,” he said, grazing his knuckles across the boy’s cheekbone. Then he stood up and left the room. “Hmph?!” Jonathan tried to ask something through the bit. Dio turned around in the doorway - even tied up and gagged, Jonathan didn’t look afraid or even concerned, merely questioning. For once the boy’s uncanny ability to remain unphased in most situations didn’t annoy Dio. “I’m going to unpack the groceries now. It won’t take long.”  Jonathan was left in the dark of Dio’s bedroom. He wasn’t scared, rather he was confused. Usually Dio liked to punish him right away for his errors, so this drawing out of punishment caused more than one furrow in the boy’s brow. He didn’t have to wait long for Dio to return to the bedroom, carrying a small paper bag with him, the contents of which clinked with each step. Dio put the bag down on the floor when he sat next to Jonathan again. He ran both hands up the back of Jojo’s thigh before cupping them on each of his plump ass-cheeks. With delicate fingers his tail was pulled aside for Dio to thumb at his small, clenching hole. Jonathan was still hairless, his bottom beautifully smooth. Dio kneaded the flesh under his fingers a little until Jonathan’s breath become distinctly heavier. A cursory investigation on Dio’s part confirmed Jojo was again fully aroused. “If I knew you liked being tied up so much I would do it more often,” Dio mused. Jonathan didn’t answer. He couldn’t. Both of them were also aware that Dio enjoyed tying Jonathan up plenty of times. Jonathan heard Dio reach down and pick up whatever had been in the paper bag. He continued talking, “While I was in town there was a sale on, and although yours is certainly my favourite, I couldn’t resist buying more,” there was another glassy clink, “I know you like drinking milk too, and you don’t always make enough for the both of us. I was going to give you one quart bottle as a treat, but seeing as you misbehaved yourself, I think,...” Dio paused again, “I will keep both for myself.” Jonathan jerked forward with a surprised cry as cold liquid began pouring onto his bottom, running down between his cheeks and over his back. The point of impact from the steady stream stirred arousal in Jonathan’s belly. He squirmed, not sure if he really enjoyed the frigid liquid running down his sensitive skin. Soon enough the first bottle was finished and Dio bent down to run his tongue from Jojo’s balls, dripping with milk, up through his crack. He lapped at the hole, tasting Jojo’s flavour mixing with the fresh cows milk. Jonathan couldn’t stop the pathetic moans and mewls leaking past his lips. He had been drooling since Dio started, the fabric where his face was pressed against completely damp with saliva. “You’re so pretty like this, my Jojo. No one could mistake you for anything but the animal you are. To be used however I choose,” Dio spread Jonathan’s thighs apart and moved to grab something out of Jojo’s sight. It was the milking machine. Dio held one of the nozzles, inspecting it like a scientist would a rare and new specimen, before looping it under Jonathan’s stomach and encasing his small hard cock in it. It fit snugly, though not too tight. Jonathan felt tears of pleasure and anticipation build in his throat. When Dio switched the machine onto its lowest setting, Jonathan gave a surprised cry, thrusting his hips at the intense feeling. At the same time, he felt Dio pressing the rim of the second bottle of milk to his now twitching hole. Jonathan thrust back a little at the stimulation, a single shameless sound leaving him as the rim edged him open and the cold liquid started to flow into him. Most of it was spilling out and down his legs but both Jojo and Dio cared little at the waste. Dio let out a carefree laugh, closer to a giggle, as he began fucking Jonathan with the empty milk bottle. “Why, Jojo, you’re practically mooing! I’d call you a filthy animal if you weren’t so adorable like this.” Jonathan’s only response was another desperate whine. He knew Dio loved to make him come apart like this.  It was getting all too much for Dio. He could see Jojo was close, was being kept on edge only by the unpleasant cold of the milk bottle. He discarded it quickly, loosening the buttons of his britches and pulling out his hot and hard cock, that had been growing and straining since he first saw Jojo on the bed. Dio only had so much self control. He lined himself up with Jojo, who was loose enough for Dio to see the milk that was still inside him. He groaned as he sank in, his voice mingling with Jonathan’s own. It was tight and hot, and he could feel the milk, warmed by Jojo’s own body, making the way slick. He ground into Jojo, slow and deep. Jonathan was practically yelling under him with each thrust, not even the sound of the machine was loud enough to drown him out. Dio wiped the dark curls away from Jonathan’s sweat, drool, and tear stained face. His eyes were shut tight. Dio could see with each thrust a new tear roll off his lashes. He snaked his hand under to feel Jojo’s stomach, and the lump that formed and withdrew with each of his own thrusts. Soon enough Jonathan was coming. The tight pulses around Dio’s length drove him over the edge as well. He pulled out quickly after sitting back on his haunches to watch his semen and milk mixing and spilling. Dio breathed in deep, pushing his sweaty, blond locks away from his face with one hand. He gathered up what he could into the second milk bottle before letting go of Jonathan’s hips, which promptly collapsed onto the bed. Dio flicked the machine off and detached it from Jonathan. He then carefully untied the leather straps tying the boy up. He then undid the knot at the back of Jonathan’s head, gently turning him onto his back to remove the gag. Jojo chewed a few times as though he were eating hay, making his jaw crack. Dio kindly wiped at his face with a corner of his shirt, grimacing slightly. Jonathan was beautiful in the afterglow. His tail wrapped around one leg, horns made all the more prominent from the way his black curls were partially stuck to his scalp from sweat and milk. “Thirsty,” he rasped simply, in a small, sweet voice. “I’ll get you some water in just a second, my green bean. I want you to try something else first,” Dio unlatched the first bottle from the milking machine. He then swilled and poured the contents of the second into the first, before cupping the back of Jojo’s head with a hand and holding the rim of the bottle to his lips. Jonathan drank the contents down like a dying man. End Notes [singing] Old McBrando had a farm *various jojo moanings instead of e-i-e-i-oh* -- thanks for reading! comments appreciated Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!