BANDING GOATS follow up Spare_Passenger7158

BANDING GOATS follow up Spare\_Passenger7158

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Here is my follow up.



The barn was filled with the usual morning sounds—the clucking of chickens, the distant mooing of cows, and the rustling of straw as Dad walked in, his boots heavy and purposeful. Johnny was already at work, his muscles glistening with sweat, a pitchfork in his hand as he mucked out the stalls. He looked up as his dad approached, a mix of excitement and nervousness in his eyes.



"Morning, son. Ready for a big day?" Dad asked, clapping him on the shoulder with a firm, reassuring grip.



Johnny nodded, setting the pitchfork aside. "Morning, Dad. Yeah, I'm ready."



Dad handed him a pair of sharp shears. "Alright, let's get started on those tail dockings. You remember what to do, right?"



Johnny took the shears, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. "Yeah, I got it. Restrain the goat, cut close to the base, and be careful not to cause too much bleeding."



They made their way to the pen where the young goats were bleating and kicking up a fuss. Dad selected the first goat, holding it firmly but gently. "Here, let me show you one more time."



With swift, precise movements, Dad restrained the goat and positioned the shears at the base of its tail. With a clean snip, the tail was off, the goat letting out a protesting bleat. Dad inspected the cut, ensuring it was clean and wouldn't bleed excessively.



"Your turn, son," Dad said, stepping back and gesturing for Johnny to take over.



Johnny selected a goat and held it firmly, his hands steady despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He positioned the shears and, with a deep breath, snipped the tail off. The goat bleated in protest, but Johnny held it securely until it calmed down.



"Good job, son," Dad said, a proud smile on his face. "You're getting the hang of it. Now, let's move on to the next one."



As they worked, the sexual tension between them grew palpable. Johnny's mind was focused on the task at hand, but he couldn't help but steal glances at his dad, remembering the intense and transformative experiences they had shared. He knew what was coming next, and his body responded with a mix of fear and excitement.



Once they had docked the tails of all the goats, Dad turned to Johnny, his eyes filled with a hunger that sent shivers down Johnny's spine. "You did well, son. Now, it's time for your reward."



Johnny's heart raced as he set the shears down, his palms sweaty with anticipation. "What do you have in mind, Dad?"



Dad's voice was low and commanding. "I want you to present yourself to me. Show me what's mine."



Johnny nodded, his body trembling with a mix of nervousness and excitement. He quickly undid his pants, pushing them down along with his underwear, his cock already hard and throbbing with anticipation. He stepped out of his clothes, kicking them aside, and stood naked before his dad, his body on full display.



Dad's eyes roamed over Johnny's body, a mix of pride and lust in his gaze. He noticed the scar where Johnny's balls had been, a reminder of their unique bond. He reached out, his fingers tracing the scar gently, a soft smile on his face.



"Does it still hurt, son?" Dad asked, his voice filled with concern and affection.



Johnny shook his head. "No, Dad. It's just a reminder of you and me. Of what we share."



Dad's smile widened, and he leaned in, capturing Johnny's lips in a deep, passionate kiss. When he pulled away, his eyes were filled with determination. "Turn around, son. Let me see that ass and that pretty scar of yours."



Johnny complied, turning slowly to give his dad a full view. He could feel his dad's eyes on him, the intensity of his gaze like a physical touch. He spread his legs slightly, presenting himself fully, his heart pounding in his chest.



Dad stepped closer, his breath hot on Johnny's neck as he leaned in. "You know what comes next, don't you, son?"



Johnny nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Dad. I'm ready."



Dad's hand reached out, gripping Johnny's hip firmly as he positioned himself behind him. Johnny could feel his dad's hard cock pressing against his ass, the promise of what was to come sending shivers of anticipation down his spine.



"Bend over, son. Show me that pretty hole of yours," Dad commanded, his voice rough with desire.



Johnny complied, bending at the waist and placing his hands on his knees, his ass presented fully to his dad. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart as he prepared himself for the inevitable.



Dad's hands gripped his hips, holding him firmly in place as he positioned the shears at the base of Johnny's cock. With a slow, steady pressure, he began to cut, the shears snipping through the sensitive flesh. Johnny let out a low moan, his body tensing as he adjusted to the sharp pain. It was an intense sensation, one that brought with it a mix of pleasure and pain, a reminder of their unique bond and the trust they shared.



"Shh, it's okay, son. I've got you," Dad soothed, his voice low and calming as he continued to cut, removing Johnny's cock entirely, leaving only a smooth, scarred mound.



Once he was done, Dad stood up, his cock hard and ready. He spat on his hand and lubed up his cock, then positioned himself at Johnny's entrance. With a slow, steady pressure, he pushed forward, inch by inch, filling Johnny completely.



Johnny let out a low moan, his body tensing as he adjusted to the intrusion. It was a familiar sensation now, one that brought with it a mix of pleasure and pain, a reminder of their unique bond.



Dad began to move, his hips thrusting against Johnny's ass, his cock sliding in and out with a wet, rhythmic sound. Johnny pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with one of his own, their bodies moving in sync as they both chased their release.



The barn faded away, leaving only the two of them and the raw, primal act they were engaged in. Johnny's moans filled the air, a symphony of pleasure and desire as his dad fucked him with purpose and intent.



Dad's hands roamed over Johnny's body, gripping his hips, his thighs, his ass, marking him as his own. He leaned down, his teeth grazing Johnny's ear as he whispered, "You feel so good, son. So tight and warm. It's like you were made for me. And this scar, it's so fucking sexy. A reminder of what we share."



Johnny panted, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his orgasm. "I was, Dad. I was made for you. Only you. And I love my scar. I love what it represents."



Dad's thrusts became more urgent, his breathing ragged and desperate. "I'm close, son. I'm so close. I want you to cum with me. I want to feel you pulse around me."



Just as Dad was about to reach his climax, he pulled out and picked up Johnny's severed cock from the ground. He presented it to Johnny's mouth, a wicked glint in his eye. "Here, son. Taste yourself while I fill you up."



Johnny opened his mouth, taking his own cock inside, tasting the coppery blood and the salt of his own flesh. He moaned around it, the sensation sending shocks of pleasure through his body.



Dad, seeing Johnny's enjoyment, spat on his hand again and resumed fucking Johnny from behind, his thrusts deep and powerful. He reached around and grabbed Johnny's hips, pulling him back onto his cock with each thrust.



"That's it, son. Take it all. Take your own cock in your mouth while I fuck you," Dad grunted, his voice filled with lust and dominance.



Johnny moaned again, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure through both of their bodies. Dad's thrusts became erratic, his body tensing as he reached his climax. He let out a loud roar, his cock pulsing as he filled Johnny with his hot seed.



As Dad's orgasm subsided, he slowly pulled out, a shudder running through his body. He looked down at Johnny, who was still moaning and sucking on his own cock, his body trembling with pleasure.



"That's a good boy, son. You take that cock like a champ," Dad praised, his voice filled with pride and satisfaction.



Johnny, still in a haze of pleasure, pulled his own cock out of his mouth, a string of saliva and blood connecting it to his lips. He turned to look at his dad, a blissful smile on his face.



"Thank you, Dad. That was... incredible," Johnny whispered, his voice hoarse from moaning and the cock in his mouth.



Dad smiled back, his chest heaving from exertion. "You're welcome, son. Now, let's get you cleaned up."



Dad helped Johnny stand, turning him around to capture his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. He pulled away, his eyes filled with a mix of pride and lust.



"There, son. That's what it's all about," Dad whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "Pleasure, trust, and love. That's what binds us, Johnny. That's what makes us who we are."



Johnny nodded, his body still trembling with the aftermath of their intense encounter. "I love you, Dad. More than anything. And I love what you do to me. I love being yours."



Dad kissed the top of his head, his voice filled with pride and love. "I love you too, son. Now and forever. You're mine, and don't you ever forget it. This scar, your lack of a cock, it's all a reminder of our love, of our bond. And I want you to always remember that."



Johnny turned and picked up his severed cock, examining it with a mix of fascination and detachment. He walked over to a nearby jar, opened it, and placed his cock inside, next to his balls. He screwed the lid back on, a sense of finality washing over him.



"There, Dad. It's done," Johnny said, turning to face his dad with a determined look in his eyes. "I'm all yours, completely and utterly."



Dad smiled, a profound sense of satisfaction and love in his eyes. "You always have been, son. And you always will be."