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In the aftermath of catching his friend with the Bull, Theo wrestles with whether he should tell someone—and the feelings he didn’t know he had. Will Theo stay loyal to his father or has he already fallen under the Bull’s powerful sexual spell?
And what happens when Theo’s Dad comes dangerously close to discovering the truth on his own?
This is a 6,000 word short story and part 6 of a 12-part series.
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Excerpt
Instead of steadying the horse, however, the big old beast kept jerking his head back and forth. The horse would stare at the Bull for a moment before tilting his head toward me. Worse, the Bull’s hand was getting closer to mine. The closer we came to touching, the faster my heart beat.
“Have you ever thought about doing this before?” the Bull asked, surprising me with the question. “I mean, full time?”
I swallowed before answering. “All the time?” I asked in response, blushing as my voice cracked a little. “Wh…what d’you mean?”
If the Bull noticed my voice changing, he gave no indication. “This,” he said, nodding once at the horse between us. “Taking care of horses as a career.”
“Oh!” My response must have startled the horse because he took a couple of steps back. This had the unintended side effect of removing the barrier between the Bull and myself. “Um, I haven’t, actually.”
The Bull didn’t seem to mind the space between us. His hand trailed along the horse’s head, slowly brushing down the muzzle. I watched his fingers trace the length between the eyes, down to the nose, using long careful strokes. My hand stayed at the top out of the way.
“Why not?” the Bull asked, giving me a square look. “If you’re good at it, why not do it?”
“I…” I stammered, and my voice cracked again. “I…dunno. I guess I’d have to ask—”
At some point, while I was distracted, my hand slipped. It was resting on the horse’s muzzle. I had somehow positioned it in the path of the Bull’s roaming hand. The Bull never stopped, though. Hot shivers raced through me as his fingers ran lazily down along my knuckles, tickling them before continuing on through the short horse hairs.
“—a…ask my dad,” I finished feebly.
The Bull nodded, understanding. “Do you ask your dad for advice about everything?” he pressed, moving his hand up to the top again and slowly bringing it down. “Even on things…” The Bull paused to play his fingers across my knuckles again. “…that you want?”
My breath was coming in short gasps. The knuckles on my hand burned like they were on fire. The air inside the stable was getting too thick. I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
“Who says—” I started to say, but the Bull cut me off.
“It’s pretty clear,” he stated, placing his hand over mine, “what you want.”
I felt pressure on my hand. The Bull was pushing down. I didn’t know why until the horse took a step back. He was moving the horse out of the way, getting rid of the last bit of the barrier between us.
There was nothing left to separate us now.
“At least,” the Bull whispered, stepping closer. “It is to me, anyway.”
I had to tilt my head to look into his face. His eyes stared down, shining into mine with a primal quality that made my whole body quiver. I felt rooted to the spot, the same way I had when I caught Johan and he together.
The Bull’s hand curled, taking hold of mine. “Otherwise,” the Bull whispered, bending down ever so slightly so that our faces were closer. “Why would you be here?”