Chapter 5: Resolution
Garr stumbled forth from the dim confines of the barn, emerging into the resplendent daylight. The sun radiated warmth upon his hulking form, casting shadows behind him that danced and wavered like the tendrils of some malevolent spirit.
Was it morning already? How long had his nightmare taken?
he hadn't eaten since yesterday, and he desperately needed nourishment. He was thankful that his farmhouse was nearby, only a few hours walk. He hoped no one would see him.
He looked down at his body. The fur on his chest was
matted with sweat and semen, evidence of the horrific ordeal he had endured. he reached down and cupped his heavy balls in his hand. His sack felt swore and stretched, likely from its time mangled in the Juice Loosener. Would it stay stretched like this?
He checked on his balls. They
felt swollen and tender, probably due to the prolonged, rough handling. Garr couldn't help but wince as he recalled the Tamer's cruel manipulations and the brutal violation of his most sensitive regions. There seemed fine, though drained and a bit spongey. He was so relieved, apart from what the tamer had said, he was happy to have his nice big balls.
As dropped his balls back, he inspected his large soft cock, now encased in the
chastity device. He could feel the cold metal rubbing against his sensitive skin, sending a shiver down his spine.He was sure that he would get used to it eventually. He wondered how he would get it off, he certainly wouldn't return to the tamer.
Perhaps he could go to Daisy, and ask her to remove it. Her Dad was a blacksmith, surely he could help? Although he would probably tell Daisy. How embarassing!
Garr thought to himself, the idea of Daisy seeing him in this state sent waves of unease coursing through his veins. He shifted uncomfortably beneath his sodden fur, cursing the lingering scent of his previous bout of rampant fucking. His cock ached under the weight of the restrictive chastity device, the constant reminder of his vulnerability.
Garr walked cautiously, each step a delicate dance between the patches of grass and soil that peppered the rolling landscape.
He thought about Daisy and his experience on the Mare, he had never thought about her like that before. He thought of her blouse tearing
, exposing her soft white tits, nipples erect, and pointing upwards. He imagined those delicious looking breasts in his hands, the pink nipple between his lips, tasting sweet and salty, his tongue circling around it.
He pictured Daisy kneeling before him, stroking his massive cock, licking up and down the length, teasing him with her warm, wet mouth. Then he saw her on all fours, her ass in the air, her pussy dripping wet, begging for his cock.
He saw them breeding, Garr pumping
his massive member into Daisy, her screams of pleasure echoing through the night. He envisioned himself holding her tightly, her firm, round breasts pressing into the dirt as he drove into her, flooding her womb
with his seed.
Garr's thoughts turned to the chastity device restraining his erection. He remembered the humiliating encounter with the tamer, and his cock sagged in response. He wondered if Daisy would think less of him if she knew about his imprisonment and the perverse games the tamer had made him endure.
Despite his reservations, the thought of releasing his pent-up desire into Daisy's eager, willing body was exciting, Perhaps she would like that?
Maybe start with a dinner.
He trudged along, the farmhouse now visible in the distance. Nearly home.
The farmhouse loomed larger in the distance, its familiar silhouette offering solace after the horrors Garr had suffered. The chastity device still clung to his genital region, an uncomfortable reminder of everything he had undergone.
He went inside. After eating a sandwich and some juice. Garr went up to his big broad bed and curled up. He drifted into a safe, tame, sleep.