Chapter 6

[Should have been far more embarrassing than it was, but in a short time it became sport]

Lilly always towed me around in public, across the highway, hoping to be seen if possible. She seemed to love doing it, an effort to embarrass me deeply. But why would a deity care? Usually she managed to make a mess of me before hand. It was mortally embarrassing but only at first. As time went on I found I loved to be seen. It was my new ego as my penis just got bigger and better and produced incredible amounts of gizem. Noted.

Obviously, even better after I was branded and shaved head, I was loving showing off what I could do after only a few weeks as livestock, that is after Lilly finally first time fucked me. I have a hard time finding the words to describe just how this feels.

If you can imagine, like 20+ times better than plain old human male ejaculations. And the gizem never runs out, endless supply. And, ... what normal humans feel when they ejaculate? Mine is whole body extended beyond into the sizzling Cosmos, sharing with supernatural deities. Gizem is Fizem, yeah, I’m lucky.

Rose was towing me to the house. My penis was hers to own and she was deciding to make me her slave for the occasion. It seemed important I guessed. She preferred me as livestock and not her boyfriend. That was okay. It seemed to take the heat off worrying about what her parents would think. If I was dumb livestock they could accept the situation far easier. They could be proud of Rose’s acquisition of a good animal stock. They reserved the title of Top Hand for their very best hires. I was Rose’s Top Dick, Top Penis, Prime Fuck.

We walked up to the knoll, to the house as she explained to me some things like the fact their flat planet was about ten thousand acres equivalent. Her step folks had paid extra for some elevation features for the house to make it more picturesque, special. They added surroundings like the grotto which was real cool. They had been raising sheep for over 40 years, Earth time equivalent. Well, her step dad had been doing it that long but her step mom was a lot younger. Anyway Rose wanted to show me the gardens and it was all quite homey and beautiful.

The house reminded me of an Australian Outback wide eaves building. I loved the look of it. It had great porches to sit on. In a climate which was very dry it looked like the Outback as well. And Rose was so good about explaining everything to me but I had lots more questions to ask when there was time. We were going up on the porch and through a main door, into the house, my penis still firmly gripped. So I acted my role as dumb livestock. I was good at it.

In the kitchen was a big elderly friendly looking gentleman sitting at the table as a much younger women worked at the counter. Rose introduced them as “Mom and Dad,” her parents. They both seemed pleased to see me. They seemed honestly pleased enough. in fact her mom, step mom, Margaret came and gave me a hug. Oddly, Rose didn’t let go of my penis. Margaret kissed me quick, seemed not to be put off by my condition and the older guy reached out to give me a hand to shake. I did and Rose still didn’t let go. I thought it interesting she didn’t seem to want to let me loose. Perhaps she was afraid I’d run.

“You two make a great looking couple,” said her dad, Gene. Then he told me the story about causing Rose to keep her shirt on, how and why she was naked otherwise. We all laughed and I got the impression he liked to tell stories. I would hear a lot of them told in time and he spared no details.

The house was just as I hope reminding me of my youth and the farm houses of my family. There was a lot of old but very high quality furniture. It appeared they had done quite well raising sheep. I found I liked that notion. And Rose seemed excited for me to be with her family as she continued to hold her livestock, pulling on my penis far more. It was yearning stiff. I was tingling. I, as usual, worried about an orgasm.

“The crew will be here in a minute for midday food. We are going to have a big group with the added shearing people,” said Margaret. And Rose let go of my erection to help her mom at the counter just as the crew began arriving through the door. So, I was standing, all alone, with an enormous hard on pointing at them.

[!, YES]

First guys in the kitchen door stopped short when they saw me and two of them started poking each other grab ass style. There were comments and low laughs. Rose turned around and said,” He’s my livestock. You be nice. Don’t frighten him. “Looks like he’s about to, you know Rose, fire one off or something. Is it safe?” The laughing picked up.

When the shearing crew arrived, right behind, there were five and they were new to the ranch same as me. I was still standing there being eyed pretty critical when the four guys and one girl got a look at me. They were dead serious and one the ranch hands laughed,” He’s Rose’s livestock. Good thing she’s a strong handler. I wonder if she can handle that prong!”

That loosened up the tension all except for me but I could handle it. It wasn’t really anything new to me. It’s part of being what my title states, Humanities god of Nature. So, I stood my ground proudly with a boner and waited. I thought about putting my hands on my hips like Superman but I’d leave the jokes for later.