Hello everyone, this chapter goes out to reader and fellow author YARGLENURP. Their comment inspired me and I am so grateful for their support. I apologize as this chapter is a little doom and gloom, but helps to make the story more intriguing for chapters to come, or should I say cum. Please enjoy.
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Part 3.5:
In the trainers' housing later that night...
"Are you okay? Like genuinely. I know that must have been extremely tough for you." Kelly stroked Mark's hair, his head in her lap.
"Eh I'm as okay as I ever was, or will be." Mark answered nonchalantly. Kelly hated when he lied.
"What did the old bastard say this time?" Kelly prompted, hoping to get Mark to be honest with her.
"Just that he passed me as a trainer, not as a successor. Why would he? I've been nothing but a disappointment to him since birth." Mark explained, his voice, slightly choked.
"That... I'm gonna... he will.... Fuck." Kelly deflated just as quickly as she had gotten riled up.
"Not worth it Kells. Eventually he will have to accept me as a successor, I'm all he's got." Mark sighed.
"You're such a good trainer, and you help all the other trainers too. What more could you do?" Kelly was talking a mile a minute.
"Nothing. I would have to change the past, Kelly. He blames me for my mother." Mark's voice broke a little at the end.
Mark's mother had died in childbirth after his father had made the doctor promise to save her life, not the baby. After that, he distanced himself from his son. He had the trainers take on the brunt of raising Mark.
They say it takes a village, and the village was good to Mark. He had a room in the trainers housing, and ate, studied, and played with the trainers and herds. Mark had been homeschooled due to the questionable nature of his fathers business, but he had excellent tutors and had even gotten a degree in business from an online university at seventeen.
The trainers had taught him what they knew about how to train a successful bovine, and Mark had taken it and ran with it. He had designed learning modules to help new trainers be more successful, and created a mentorship program where new trainers shadowed more experienced trainers for six months before getting their own bovine.
These innovations were heavily scrutinized by his father, and were only implemented because of the insistence of the investors. His father became his rival, his arch nemesis.
By the time Mark had turned twenty, and asked for his own bull after securing his masters in business administration, his father's disdain for him had only grown.
"Why should I give you a bull?" His father had asked coldly across the large mahogany desk.
"I've been shadowing far longer than any other trainer, I designed the trainer learning modules, and I have been assisting with training for over a decade." Mark snapped.
His father called another trainer into the office.
"Is he ready?" He asked the other trainer.
"Sir, in my opinion he's been ready for four years."
"Fine. Next bull who comes in is yours." His father had conceded.
"Thank you. Sir." Mark excused himself and then went back to the quarters. He would meet Atlas three days later.
"Mark..." Kelly started. Mark pulled her down and kissed her before she could finish.
"Kelly, it's fine. There is nothing there to fix. You are the best partner I could ask for and I want nothing more than your love. He is irrelevant." Mark pleaded.
"I just hate that I can't make this better for you." Kelly sighed, defeated.
"I know my love, I know." Mark soothed her.
Part 4:
Bessie and Atlas laid curled up on their bed. Unfortunately the day before, Glenda and Duke had failed inspection. This meant there was an empty stall in the pair's barn.
When the herd awoke, they noticed that the pair was gone. The grief was palpable. It wasn't a quick and painful grief, but a long slow grief. Like when you turn out the lights and the darkness is startling, but then there's a blindness that follows as you adjust.
Thankfully, the herd could lean on each other and their trainers. There was no frolicking from the cows that day. They all lay together, quietly and solemnly.
After a few days the grief started to fade, and a new pair was brought into the barn. The bull was not much older than Atlas, he was a little shorter, and very muscular. His ivory skin and platinum hair were striking. His cow had olive skin and dark hair, she was tall and slender with large breasts. They were released into the pen. The male, Hercules, came over to Atlas and Bessie quite quickly bringing his cow, Rosemary, with him. Atlas stood in front of Bessie and steeled himself for the confrontation.
Instead of fighting, Hercules sniffed Atlas and mooed enthusiastically at him, Bessie quickly approached Rosemary and kissed her in the cheek. Rosemary was obviously enamored by this, and quickly wrapped her arms around Bessie and began kissing her. Atlas relaxed, and carefully licked Hercules's neck, as a gesture of goodwill.
Hercules was thrilled, so thrilled in fact he began sucking Atlas's cock. Atlas was surprised, he looked to Bessie, who smiled at him while she sucked on Rosemary's neck and breasts, so he allowed the other bull to continue. He gently ran his hands through Hercules's hair, as he sucked intently. Atlas shuddered with pleasure as he felt Hercules's tongue flick over the tip of his cock. It was not the same as when Bessie did it, but it was no less pleasurable.
He quickly finished, and Hercules swallowed with no trouble. Atlas realized it was his turn now. He had never sucked a cock before, but knew what he liked, so he went based on that. He carefully took the swollen head between his lips, applying gentle suction.
Soon he started to move his lips further down the shaft, and Hercules groaned. Atlas gently cupped the other bulls balls and lightly squeezed as he massaged the shaft with his lips. He copied what Hercules had done on him, running his tongue in slow circles around the head, and then quickly flicking over it once in a while.
