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It was another day on the farm. Otis had already gotten into some trouble, hanging out with the other guys while the Farmer was away. While having fun with them, the male cow had noticed that one of his friends was absent: Duke. The dog didn't show up and there was no sign of him inside of the barn either. Being somewhat concerned, Otis told the others to go on without him. He was going to search for the canine and make sure that nothing bad happened to him.

It took longer than Otis expected and a lot more searching than he intended to do. He was feeling tired but continued to look for the farm dog. All of his efforts finally paid off when Duke was finally found. He was sitting in front of a pond on the edge of the nearby woods. The canine was clearly downtrodden, sighing to himself as he looked into the gently moving water.

Otis made his presence known by clearing his throat, the canine jumped a bit but relaxed when seeing it was just Otis. "What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I should be asking you that," the bovine said. He sat down on the log next to Duke and sighed deeply, being glad to take a rest. "I've been looking all over for you."

"You would," Duke said with a scoff. "But the others wouldn't."

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean, Otis!" the canine faced Otis directly, wearing a hurt expression on his face.

"I'm supposed to be the second in command, the one who keeps things running when you're not around. But nobody around here respects me or appreciates anything I do. I'm not asking them to throw me a whole parade but it would be nice to get some 'thanks' every once in a while." Duke continued to vent his frustrations and Otis continued to sit and listen. He felt guilty and knew it was the least he could do.

As the leader, there were things that he could have done to make sure Duke got the respect and recognition he deserved. It wouldn't have been hard for him to fix this problem. Given his laid back nature, the bovine would contribute to Duke's status. He would leave the dog in charge but as soon as he came back, all of the attention was on him again. Sometimes he would take credit for the things that Duke had done in his absence and it was hard for him to recall the last time he actually thanked his friend.

When Duke finished venting, Otis was left feeling very guilty. The canine did so much and he didn't want much in return for it either. He had often stood by and let the others make fun of Duke for being so stuck-up or his obedience towards the Farmer. He stood up and put his hand on the canine's shoulder.

"Duke, I'm sorry. I should have done more. I shouldn't have let the others make fun of you. You do deserve respect and I'll make sure the others know that too," Otis said with conviction.

Duke didn't know what to say. Having someone to talk to was enough for him. He was already feeling better but was further touched by Otis' words. From the tone in his voice, Duke could tell that the bovine meant it. "Thanks, Otis."

"You know..." Otis then said, having realized that they were all alone and away from the others. "I could start right now."

"What are you talking-" Duke was then playfully pushed down, landing onto the soft grass by the pond. He was going to ask what the bovine was doing but Otis had placed a hand on his belly, patting it before rubbing up and down.

"Who's a good boy? You are, Duke. Yes you are..." Otis said, rubbing his friend's belly in the same way the Farmer would. The farm dog resisted this as well, being completely thrown off by the change in tone. One moment they were having a tender moment and the next he was having his belly rubbed. But try as he might, the canine just couldn't resist the touch.

"I... I am!" Duke said. His tail began to wag and his front paws folded. It had actually been a while since his last belly rub. The Farmer had been rather busy as of late and that contributed to Duke's negative feelings. Between the lack of attention and lack of recognition, the canine had been pushed to a point. Usually he was able to keep it all inside but his breaking point came sooner than expected and its effects struck him hard as well. He had to just get away for a bit and came to the pond to be alone.

He had never expected things to turn out like this. After some deep thinking he would return to the barn with a hopefully better mood. But Otis' influence changed everything. He felt even better than expected after talking to his friend. And now he was getting that desired contact as well. Melting from the touch, he panted and kicked his leg, fully embracing the belly rub. As Otis continued to call him a good boy he would respond, feeling more of his frustrations ebb away.

Otis was glad to see his friend doing better. He continued to rub the dog's belly but began to subtly move further down each time. Duke hadn't noticed at first, still focusing on the belly rub itself. But he did start to become aware of Otis' hand reaching lower and lower. At first he thought the bovine was just trying to scratch more of him. But a sudden grope of his sheath proved him wrong.

"O-Otis!" Duke said, opening his eyes. His gaze was met with a rather playful look from the bovine.

"I'm just showing my appreciation," Otis said. The belly rubbed stopped and he continued to knead the sheath, giving it his full attention now.

"Mmph!" Duke grunted. Not only had he been without intimate touch, the second in command was also rather pent up. Just a bit of squeezing was all it took for his cock to appear. The red pointed tip slid from the furry pouch and Otis was quick to stimulate that directly. Moaning out and arching his back, the rest of Duke's length came sliding out. He was a bit embarrassed from his own eagerness, having a light blush on his face.

"It's alright, Duke. Let me take care of you," Otis said. He began to directly stroke the flesh, feeling the already wet surface. Precum was starting to leak out as well, truly showing how pent up the canine was. The clear fluid was used to give Duke more pleasure, making him pant harder than before and squirm even more from the touch. Otis was more than happy to provide relief for his friend, feeling the erection throbbing against his fingers.

Duke was already content with being gently stroked, just lying in the soft grass while letting the pleasure take hold of him. But things took a turn when there was something else, the hand was still running along his inches but something different had brushed along his tip. Looking down again, Duke saw Otis' lips brushing over his tip. The sight alone was enough to make his heart pound. Having his cock rubbed was one thing but was Otis really going to do this..?

Otis had winked at him and licked his lips. Without pausing or thinking twice about it, the bovine leaned over and wrapped his lip around that same time, being able to taste the precum. Humming from the taste, Otis ran his tongue along it as well. After licking at the tip, the bovine began to sink his mouth downwards, taking the canine's inches into his mouth.

"Oh, Otis!" Duke exclaimed. While sliding downwards, the tongue was also flicking and twirling. The extra stimulation caused him to unload a spurt of precum. Otis gulped it down and made another sound of enjoyment, humming deeply as he began to take in more of it. If Duke didn't know any better, he would say that Otis had experience. Compared to the variety of males on the farm, Duke was one of the smaller guys. He couldn't compare to the sheer maleness that bovines and horses packed. But he had some things going for him. For someone of his size, Duke was rather thick and his knot was even more so. And being the only young canine on the farm made him unique. Someone would have to come to him if they wanted to experience the sensation of being knotted.

Otis pressed his lips to that same knot, feeling more precum being spurt onto his tongue. He couldn't get enough of the taste and wanted more. To do that, the male cow began to move his head up and down. Using his tongue in tandem with the tight seal formed with his lips, Otis proceeded to give the other male a slow paced blowjob. His hand was still put to use, rubbing the dog's balls in time with his mouth moving up and down.

Otis took all but the knot and continued to lavish the length with more licks and rubs of his tongue. Feeling the throbs getting stronger made him aroused as well. His own cock grew hard, sliding fully out of the sheath as well. It didn't take long for him to become fully erect. Beyond his udders, Otis had a lengthy and thick cock and a heavy pair of balls. He was one of the most endowed males on the farm and was rather proud of it.

But this was about Duke. Otis' focus was on the canine that needed to know his efforts were appreciated. So he picked up the pace, bobbing his head and moving his tongue with more effort as well. Duke's moans grew even louder and he wasn't sure if he would be able to withstand this for too long. Otis wasn't breaking much of a sweat, being able to work his friend's cock and balls at the same time, doing both with skill. The two sources of pleasure came together and Duke's back arched again, feeling ready to release into the other male's mouth.

It was then that Otis removed his mouth, leaving the canine to pant and thrust his hips into the open air. Otis couldn't help but chuckle from the needy state of his friend. He no longer sucked on the shaft or played with the balls either. Duke was completely left lying there on his own, clearly wanting more.

"H-hey! Why did you stop?" Duke asked, being unable to mask his desperation.

Otis just chuckled. Rather than explaining why, the bovine made a point to turn around and show off his backside, leaning against the log they sat on a short time ago. "I think it would be better to finish this way." Otis made his point clearer by swaying his hips and giving his shapely rump a firm smack.

Duke sat up and his leaking cock throbbed hard. Getting up on his feet, the canine approached. He appeared to be in a trance, having a hungry look on his face and his eyes trained on his friend's backside. When being close enough, the canine's hands rubbed all over the bovine's ass. And from touching it so much, he was growing more excited to use it.

Knowing that he just couldn't stick it in, Duke leaned in close with his muzzle. He put his own long tongue to use by lapping it over the bovine's rim. Otis jumped and shuddered from the feeling. He didn't hold back his moans from feeling his rum becoming wetter and slicker with each following lick. Duke didn't even mind being without direct pleasure. Feeling himself throbbing hard, the canine had licked all over the outside.

After getting the outside ready, Duke had wasted no time shoving his tongue inside. He eagerly attacked the other male's insides with unfocused licks and slurps. The pink muscle was shoved in deep as he continued lapping, slathering the soft walls in his saliva. Otis' moans grew louder and deeper. His tailhole clenched down on the tongue but Duke powered right through it, seemingly taken with the soft passage.

Duke was enjoying the light flavor and the softness that continually clenched down on him, knowing that Otis was enjoying this as well. The more he moved his tongue, the wetter Otis' anus became. Calming down a bit, the canine put more focus into his actions, purposely twirling and lapping at the warm insides. He even found the prostate, giving it plenty of touches. Otis shook harder and jumped from the contact, giving the canine added satisfaction.

From all of the rimming, Otis had started to leak precum and he made quite a mess. From his fat balls, the bovine's fluid had slid down the log. Duke could see it and that just made him even more riled up, knowing that he was giving the other male added pleasure with just the use of his tongue. At this point he felt that Otis was ready and pulled his tongue free, leaving the wet hole winking.

Duke wasn't going to keep the other male waiting but he needed to first climb on top. He got onto the log first and then used that to get himself on Otis' lower back, hovering his own lower half so that his cock would align with the waiting hole. When getting a good hold, Duke latched to Otis' rump. The smaller male held one tight as he rubbed his cock over the wet opening. His cock was slick already with both saliva and precum, being ready to slide right in.

He pushed inside but harder than intended. All of his inches slid inside and the two of them moaned out from the feeling. Having the knot pressed against the prepared hole, Duke took a moment to just enjoy the tight walls that squeezed down on him. It was so warm and slick thanks to his rimming...

"Oh, Duke!" Otis moaned, gripping the bark of the log. He hadn't expected the sudden thrust either. One moment the tip had been rubbing at his outside and the next, all of the inches were jammed inside of him. Luckily the rimming beforehand had prepared his hole. He felt no pain, more-so a small pinch compared to the sudden rush of raw pleasure from being suddenly penetrated.

After collecting himself Duke pulled his hips backwards, groaning as he felt his length rubbing along the cow's walls. When it came time to thrust again, Duke pushed himself all the way to the knot, being surprised by how easily he was able to do so. His erection slid along the smooth lining, throbbing hard and spurting more precum. The canine picked up where he left off, panting and his tail was wagging hard. This was supposed to be about Duke but the canine was the one appreciating Otis. Mounting a larger male brought its own kind of satisfaction, and reaching in so deep brought a lot of pleasure as well.

"Not bad for a mutt, huh?" Duke asked.

"It's so good..." Otis moaned, his voice having a softness and higher pitch that wasn't usually heard. This got a further rise out of Duke. He reached back and smacked the bovine's rump before he put his efforts into thrusting into his friend. Starting out slow to pace himself and keep his orgasm at bay, Duke rutted into the bigger male at a steady pace.

His thickness made Otis react. It had been a while since anyone penetrated him so he was fully tight and sensitive, feeling his tailhole being stretched by the dog's moving cock. The knot repeatedly bumped into his spread rim and he could feel the canine's furry balls swinging as well. Duke's girth kept the red flesh pounding against Otis' walls and this kept the male cow moaning out, gradually raising his voice as time passed.

Duke's hips rocked faster. The wet sounds of his cock slipping in and out could be heard along with the bumping of the knot and balls. Otis' ears were kept twitching by Duke's moans and pants. He could feel the smaller male trembling on top of him and the continual flow of precum made things even easier, providing added slickness and heat. Pushing as deep as he could reach each time made Otis' body shake as well. His prostate was touched each time and he could feel the pleasure rising, even without the direct touch.

Being unable to hold back anymore, Duke made another hard thrust inside. He cried out as the knot popped inside, locking itself past Otis' clenching rim. Thick ropes of his seed made an even bigger mess inside of the black and white bovine. Otis was huffing through clenched teeth, being brought to a hands free climax at about the same time. He marked the side of the log with hard spurts of his potent bovine seed, groaning until the last gush of it came out. Duke was still knotted inside, lying on top of the farm's leader in complete contentment.

"Oooh... Thanks for that, Otis," Duke said.

"No problem. You deserve it," the other male said.

The two of them remained in that same position, simply enjoying their afterglows and the peacefulness of the forest's edge. Because of Duke's thick knot remaining firmly inside, the two were stuck together for some time but they didn't mind. When Duke's cock did start to soften they finally managed to get unstuck thanks to all of the fluids that provided added lubrication.

"Think we could do this again sometime?" Duke asked, having a hopefully tone of voice. He slid down and off of Otis, landing on the soft grass.

Otis got up and stretched, groaning as he eased the kinks out from laying in the same position for so long. "Anytime, bud. Just say the word."