Trent still crumpled up on the ground, holding his bruised groin as stars dot his vision with the gooey milk trekking across the floor to pool around him. He looks up dismayed at pappa who is standing over him expectantly, "Boy, I give you all the hospitality in the world and you return the favor by wasting good milk, weren't you ever taught any manners?"
Tom having backed up to look as innocent as can be, trying to hide his smirk, "Sorry Pappa, I was trying to help the new boy and he tried to pick a fight with me. I had no choice but to defend myself."
The white haired man peering down at the boy writhing in his precious milk supply, red showing through, "You had one job and instead you waste our precious resources and try to attack my prized boy?" Tom beaming up at Pappa and gets a few twitches out of the enormous bulge in his shorts, happily sidling over
"N-no, that's not right, he attacked me," Trent trying to pick himself up, balls stinging from the prior cheap shot, "I was doing my job until this jackass came around."
Pappa glares at Trent who he assumes to be the antagonizer, looking around for an escape as he helplessly stands before the man towering over him. The farmer pets over and ruffles Tom's messy curly brown hair sticking his tongue out teasingly at Trent. "I can't have you running around all willy nilly like you own the place, you ain't the executive around these parts." The man leaning down to Tom and helps to peel those shorts downward below the waist before they slink against his ankles. Rolling those enormous horse nuts in his palm and eliciting a cute moan from Tom who is just loving every bit of the situation, shaft gradually sliding free, gravity tugging the sheath downward exposing more of that motley pink and black surface. The man lightly caressing the sensitive exterior of Tom's horsehood eliciting a few twitches as the tip begins to drool, "Teaching you respect by the spoonful would take more time than necessary, but by the horseful I'd imagine you'd only need a day."
Trent looking over at the sneering Tom and back at Pappa, his legs trembling locked firmly in place as he wills himself to move. He soon realize he can't move his legs at all, forcing it only causing him to lose his balance and fall forward in front of them. His arms stretch out to catch himself, though rather than fall his limbs creaking and elongating to plant themselves firmly against the ground. "You cock suckers! Damnit, I already said he's shhetting mrf oop." His mouth not moving as expected to form the words, as his jaw hangs agape as struggles to move and even speak coherently, "Heeeeeeel, leeeze!" Max speechless though enjoying the show from the side, not saying a word in his defense.
His heart pumping faster as he's nearly frozen, neck growing tight and locking in place as he gazes straight ahead, drooling tongue flicking around as his body fails to respond to him. Pappa unclipping his overalls and allowing them to slowly slide along his back and fall to expose him to everyone present, even cows mooing in response. He flails his tongue about wildly, seeming to be the only part of him that he can move any longer, the organ bumping against his teeth and moving them more and more as the surrounding gums weaken and knock a few loose for them to patter against the ground. He tries to groan and seems to lack the ability as air passes through the slick tight passage of his throat unabated.
Pappa giving Tom a playful slap against his rump, causing him to jump forward with a blush, obviously happy to be in his 'Master's good graces. Tom sneering down at Trent as he sways his hips, letting his member grind against that frozen face. He dips his fingers inside the frozen boy's warm maw, easily knocking free the remaining teeth and in doing so his maw begins to widen upward encroaching on his nose and causing it to sink inward. His lips sagging down at the sides to form a prominent bulbous base of sensitive flesh against his chin, as the other end is pulled upward and drawing the sides of his maw together. Though he couldn't see it the plump sensitive black vulva forming in middle of his face, he could feel those muscles as adjust to cause his 'lips' to form a tight seal.
Tom ecstatic as he tenderly touches along the sensitive flesh forming a 'U' as the rest of Trent's body grew more rigid and acted as a functional support. Tears forming in his eyes as he's forced to confront that massive horse shaft. Pappa assisting Tom by guiding that flaring cockhead right against the tensing sex that had formed. With the horseboy taking the bait and slowly pushing the massive head inward, spreading the tight tunnel and grazing over Trent's tongue and nose in the process. Trent's whole form repulsed by the act, but couldn't move a muscle in response. He could feel that length sliding in deeper bit by bit, past that medial ring to sink deeper yet, chest cavity and belly pushing outward at Tom's presence inside of him. Trent mentally crying out as that shaft sank inward, spreading the all-too-lifelike mare vagina until Tom's groin firmly pressed up against his face, eliciting a sigh of relief from the horseboy, "Thank you Pappa~"
The farmer giving him another playful slap against the rump and began to walk off, taking the remaining milk bucket with him, "I'll be back tomorrow to check how much respect that boy has filled up on."
Tom already starting the motion of pumping into poor Trent's face, groaning as he pulls back only to replace his shaft within those depths. His hands braced against the pseudo-phantom mare's backside panting lightly, "I think we're going to be good friends Trent, can't wait to know you inside and out." The boy chuckling as that flare spreads that tunnel, pre oozing out in thick spurts as he begins to gyrate his hips against the stand. The length of that horseshaft just slightly shorter than Trent's torso. Not to mention taking in Tom's musky smell and taste as a bonus, each forward thrust blinding him with those low hanging horse nuts slapping in tow as the horseboy roughly plows into him.
Trent's face quivering as his muscles involuntarily tighten around that shaft rhythmically, Tom drawing back far enough for his flare to scoop out some of the pooling pre, for it to slop out in thick amounts and dribble down his pussyface. Tom starting to pick up pace as his member throbs more readily, tensing with each long draw backwards while Trent's body betrays and milks the shaft with each go. Trent's senses being overridden and can only taste and smell the growing musky scent against Tom, still wishing to gag as his body began to tighten around the intruding horsehood.
Tom himself in heaven as he sinks himself in, Trent's body programmed to respond to him in the perfect way and making it easy to draw out his first load. He loved his life on the farm and beat being an adult in a dead-ended career, he felt powerful compared to the other boys. And he wanted them to feel how powerful he was as he slammed forward into Trent's face with some finality, elicting a low whinny from the boy as the flood came surging forth. Those powerful throbs rocking the entirety of Trent's body, feeling the thick spurts painting his innards as his belly began to swell at the sheer amount of cum Tom produces. He wanted to vomit, but his face tightened up instead and held it within as the heat of the pooling cum spread through him.
He couldn't take it as more horse seed was pumped into him, Tom in ecstasy as he releases those pent up orbs addled by magic from Pappa. He just wanted to keep...going with his thrusts growing more lethargic. He tried to support himself against Trent's back, but he was so satisfied that he began to slump forward with that shaft lodged within. The horseboy slinking forward until he was lying nearly flat against him, cock sealing Trent's face and laying his head nearly atop Trent's exposed rump to pass out completely satisfied.