Perfect for my ranch hands… not for me.
Next to me, Draagor rubs his erection through his suit as he leans over the button. He knows our budget. He also knows we passed it two bids ago. I just don’t have the capital like the other ranches. And it’s not like I can go beg Daddy for money.
He’ll refuse and try to force me to come home.
No.
I have to do this as much on my own as possible.
However, with each cow that leaves the stage, my heart sinks. Maybe I’m not cut out for this at all. For a moment, I’m lost in my own little world, but soon snap out of it as a low roar fills my ears.
Glancing at the stage, I see what all the commotion is about. Instead of a human woman bent over to show just how fuckable she is, it’s a man. His arms are bound, denoting that he’s a problem. A large, broad problem with rippling muscles and flashing green eyes.
His blond hair is mussed and tousled, looking as if he’s just woken up from a hard fuck as opposed to being transformed into the prime specimen I see before me. There’s something about him, a hardened edge that has nothing to do with the enormous cock jutting from his hips.
Arousal gathers at my pussy, sending a quiver of shock through my system. I’m not like the Icorians of court. I don’t get wet for a male. Not that I’ve gotten wet for a female either. I just have not been interested. Until now, I thought maybe I just wasn’t someone with baser needs.
As I look at the man on the stage, I wonder if I’ve been wrong this whole time. Maybe it’s not males in general who don’t do it for me. Maybe it’s the Icorian males who hold no sway. All I know is, I want this human. I want him far more than I’ve wanted anything in my life. Even more than the Ranch.
CHAPTER FOUR
ETHAN
Blinding lights scald my eyes as I try to look out over the darkened crowd. It’s nothing new. I know what’s going on. Once the bright lights hit, anyone can see you, but you’re unable to see them.
How many times did I go to auditions? How many times have I strutted down a runway, only able to see what’s right in front of me and no one else? Granted, I didn’t have to look out and see the people to know who was there.
The elite, the crème de la crème, the ones who keep me on my pedestal as a nubile god. They’re the ones to ogle me in whatever I’m forced to wear for that evening.
Just one thing is different this time. I’m naked. In all the times I’ve done this, in all the times I’ve shown off my body to photographers and agents alike, I’ve never been naked.
But not just naked. Oh, no. It’s worse than that.
My head throbs as I look down at my thick, pulsing cock. Whatever these monsters injected me with made my already generous cock nearly double in girth and length. It juts out from my hips, red and angry, as precum pearls at my tip. An achegathers in my balls, no doubt spurred on by the tight ring they have around them and the base of my shaft.
Every inch of me twinges, leaving me a trembling, breathless mess. I want so desperately to come, to drain my heavy balls until there’s nothing left in me. The women preparing me for this so-called auction looked down at me with sighs of sympathy, but they did nothing.
No one does anything to help me. I don’t understand. Even as I bellow out from behind my gag, there’s silence meeting me. How can they just sit there and do nothing?
And I know they’re there. I can feel it in the weight of their gaze, hear it in their breaths. It thunders in the silence, making my skin crawl and my head itch. Still, I’m forced to prance about the stage like some prized pony to be sold and paraded around.
No, not a pony. A bull. At least, that’s what it sounds like they’re saying.
But that doesn’t make any sense. I’m a human. I’m a man. I’m not a beast of burden.
The muscles around my shoulders burn with every twitch. Every so often, they feel as if they want to pop from their sockets. Thankfully, the restraints aren’t quite tight enough for that.
I guess they still see me as a threat. Can’t they see that they’ve broken me? That or my mind is now broken. Either way, I don’t want to fight. I don’t want to cause any trouble. I just want an end to the pain and madness threatening to drive me insane.
Agony rakes across my brain, making everything fuzz around the edges. I can’t lose it. Not now. Not like this. Unfortunately, as the person leading me about tugs on my leash and pulls me down onto my knees, I nearly buckle and collapse instead of gliding down gracefully like they want me to. The stage is cool, a welcomed contrast to the burning lights threatening to make me combust.
Humiliation slides down my spine like a film. It’s honestly a good thing I can’t see them. It would make all of this a million times worse.
Tears prick my eyes as I close them and rest against the polished floor. Just one pill. Just one. That’s all I need. Where is Jeffery? Why isn’t he here helping me? Why can’t he just give me a pill and let me have relief?
Again, that dull itch crawls under my skin like an army of ants, but even if I could free my arms and scratch, it would do no good. It’s a deep longing I’ve felt before, one that can only be satiated by the bottom of a bottle or the swallowing of a pill.
“Come now,” the voice booms above me, making me wince as another wave of agonizing nausea rushes over me. “He may not have udders, but that doesn’t mean you can’t milk him.”
