To Claim A Boy 2 by Rekhit & Griz Sylverwing
(This story is set within the Fallout universe. Paid commission for TKD DBull.)
To Claim A Boy 2 by Rekhit Redstripe & Griz Sylverwing
The telephone's wail cut through the townhouse and Torrin clopped over to answer. "Yo," he barked.
"Hey Daddy," came the voice his human lover and boy, Kevin. "Really sorry, but I've got to work late again tonight."
Torrin snorted. "Again? That's the fifth damn time this week!"
"I know and I'm sorry Daddy. The editor's driving me crazy with a new story arch for Grognak and he keeps rejecting my drawings. I'll make it up to you, promise."
Again Torrin just snorted and put the phone down. On all the nights to do it, it would have to be today, his birthday. Kevin had been so attentive that morning, so ready to please his daddy, and now was putting work before a cosy night alone together. A small niggling doubt had started to grow in the back of his mind over the past couple of weeks. The previous week he'd worked late on a couple of evenings, and every night this week so far. The alarms had begun ringing in the bull's head.
It didn't help that as soon as Kevin came home he stuffed his clothes straight into the washing machine and did a full body scrub just after. He was trying to hide something and Torrin thought he detected the scent of another anthro on his boy, but then that could have come from being pressed against someone in the Metro train. Still, he was rather illusive about what he was up to, but then since getting his job back in the design department he'd done everything to make sure he kept it this time. Torrin even quit as a security guard at Hubris Comics just to make sure their relationship didn't jeopardise this chance. Of course, no one bothered to ask why Kevin's address had suddenly changed.
It had been a wonderful 8 months. Kevin was a devoted lover and boy, catering to Torrin's every whim. The big bull had forced Kevin to start working out, and the human had gone from being rather scrawny to a much toned individual. He'd already had to buy a new wardrobe of clothes since his old ones didn't fit anymore. It turned Torrin on to see his boy posing and flexing in the mirror and quite often it ended up with them fucking against the reflective glass.
Kevin's ass was still tight, but Torrin no longer had to work to get his cock in. It opened up naturally, almost as if it recognised the dominant bull's presence. He worked his boy's hole at every given chance, with toys and his fist and his cock. Kevin's ass often dripped with bull seed, and his skin stunk with bull piss. Even washing didn't banish it completely and Torrin made sure to mark his boy every night. Kevin said that he'd gotten some odd looks from anthros at work and on his journeys through DC.
With a deep rumble Torrin grabbed his coat and pork pie hat and made his way to the Georgetown Metro station. The Protectron unit on duty bleated out its usual "Ticket please" and "Have a great day" as Torrin entered in the warren of tunnels that snaked under the city. He could have taken his car, but with gas at almost $1,400 per gallon he drove only when necessary.
It was cool as he stepped out of the Metro station next to the Hubris Comics building, a light breeze come in from the South, rustling the trees of a nearby park and he shivered despite his fur and the coat. He settled in next to a recently installed Pulowski Preservation Shelter, pulling the hat down on his head, though it did little to detract from his large horns, and waited. He had no idea how long it would take. If Kevin was telling the truth he'd be there for quite some time. If not...
He didn't have long to wait. Kevin emerged shortly after the time he usually finished and hurried into the Metro station. Waiting a few seconds Torrin followed. It was difficult trying to be conspicuous being such a tall and wide anthro, but so far Kevin was looking forward, not back. He jumped onto one of the trains and Torrin followed in the car behind. It was easy to see his boy over the other people.
After changing a few times, Torrin followed his boy to Falls Church. What would he be doing here? It was growing dark, the nights getting shorter as winter began to make itself known to the world. He watched Kevin stand near an alleyway, looking at his watch. From the shadows stepped a tall looking anthro stallion and Torrin's heart contracted painfully. He recognised that long face anywhere.
"Reggie," Torrin growled. Oh he knew the stallion alright. The guy was a grade-A slut if there ever was one. He'd seen him in the club a number of times, and the stories that he'd heard all came from good sources. That he was a player, a cheater, a sex pig who did it with anyone and everyone. And now he was digging his claws into his boy. Torrin saw red, but fought to keep his cool.
He watched as Reggie produced a bag and lifted up an object. Even from this distance it was clear what it was. A dildo, a really huge dildo. Kevin looked pleased and they walked off together. Torrin walked slowly behind them, hoping that the wind didn't change and Reggie would catch his scent. They had had dealings before, mainly with Torrin throwing the drugged up stallion out of the club.
They both entered what had to be Reggie's apartment, leaving Torrin forced to stand in the shadow of a building opposite, staring daggers at the door. Was his boy cheating on him? What would he see in such a pathetic anthro like Reggie, and how the heck did the two of them know each other. He racked his brains but couldn't think of the answer. But it raised an even worse question; how long had they been doing this behind his back.
Torrin's heart ached and his stomach contracted painfully. How could Kevin betray him like this? And with that horse!
A couple of hours later Kevin emerged, looking flustered, hastily re-arranging his clothes and smoothing back his hair. He waved farewell and walked off towards the Metro station. Torrin waited until he'd disappeared underground then moved. He snorted loudly and stomped towards the apartment door. So heavy were his hoof falls that a nearby Corvega car parked on the road jumped a couple of inches in the air. Torrin far from cared about accidently detonating the car's nuclear core, his focus was on the stallion and teaching him a fucking lesson.
He pounded his fist on the door and waited for it to open. "What the..." was all the stallion got out before Torrin's fist slammed into his face. Reggie was thrown backwards down the hall, his nose broken, prone as the big bull stepped in, grabbed him and dragged him through into the living room.
"Motherfucker," Torrin snarled, throwing Reggie down, and then kicking him hard in the stomach. "You fuckin' piece of shit!"
"Pyscho!" Reggie shot back, spitting a wad of blood onto the floor. "What's go into you man? Too much Jet?"
Torrin bellowed and lifted the stallion clean off the floor. "You been fuckin' my boy!"
Reggie's large brown eyes went wide. "What? No! No it ain't like that, you got it all wrong!"
"Really? So what's that?" he shouted, pointing to the large dildo on the table, still covered in junk. "You been workin' his hole open on that thing or did ya just use it as a mixer?"
"Shit, really dude, you got it all wrong." He whinnied loudly as was thrown to the ground but before he could move Torrin got him into a violent headlock. Reggie snorted, grimacing from the pain of his shattered nose, tugging as hard as he could on the bull arm. But it was no use; the bull was just too strong. Stars appeared in front of his eyes and his vision blurred, going dull then black...
Reggie had no idea how long he'd been out. He snorted and the pain from his nose brought him around. It was then that he realised he was bound, tied up so that he was bent over the table in his living room, arms and ankles secured to the legs. Shaking his mane, Reggie whinnied loudly, trying to break his bonds but it was no good.
He caught the scent of cigar smoke and looked up to see the bull sitting naked in a chair, stroking his hard pierced cock. "What the fuck you want man," Reggie demanded, struggling with the bindings. "I ain't done nothing."
"Oh but you have," Torrin came over and knelt down, exhaling a heavy cloud of smoke in the stallion's face. "You've been a bad horse and I'm gonna show ya want happens when people fuck with my property." He took hold of the dildo, placing the tipped head to the horse's blood covered lips. "Open wide."
Reggie kept his mouth closed and stared darkly at the bovine. It was painful to breathe but it was better then what he knew was coming. However, the bull had other plans and quickly tweaked the shattered nose bone. Reggie let out a neigh of pain which was cut off quickly as the large dildo was forced into his mouth.
He gagged and tried to push it out but the bull's hand was stronger. It slid up his long muzzle to his throat, tripping his gag reflex. Reggie coughed loudly and snorted, spraying blood across the floor, but the dildo wasn't removed. It pressed past his uvula, causing him to retch but still it wasn't removed. In it was pushed until the base was pressed against his lips. The stallion tried to swallow but it was near possible and he was forced to breathe through his painful nose.
Holding it in one hand, Torrin produced a leather belt and wound it around the long head, buckling it at the back. He stood back up and looked at his handy work. The large dildo was trapped in the stallion's muzzle and throat, being pushed back against the belt but unable to slide out.
"So you like fucking with my things do you?" Torrin clopped slowly around behind Reggie and lifted his tail. Reggie struggled violently, staring back as the bull stroked his cock. He nickered around the dildo but it was no good. "Let's see how much you like getting fucked with in return."
Torrin didn't bother with lube. He wanted the horse to feel every throbbing inch. He placed the pierced head to the stallion's dark puckered hole and pushed. He lowed and snorted as he pressed forward, the stallion's anus giving way, causing the bound anthro to whinny. It spread open reluctantly, allowing the piercing to disappear inside.
It was then that Torrin gripped the stallion by the hips and slammed his cock full force all the way to the base.
Had Reggie's mouth been clear he probably would have neighed so loudly that the windows would have shattered. Instead it came out a garbled mess as he screwed up his eyes in pain. The stallion was no stranger to butt sex, and his ass no stranger to big cocks. But never had one so big been shoved in without any kind of lubrication. His ass burned from puckered hole right to where the pierced cock head was lodged, and he could feel it spearing him open, each one of the bars up the shaft digging into him.
Torrin pulled all the way out, clean out and then rammed back in again, causing another cacophony of muffled screams from the stallion. Again he did, pulling out completely and slamming it in hard. Reggie thrashed and pulled on the ropes, trying to break free. Images of what he'd do to the bull danced in his head and he kept his mind focused on that. The pain from his ass joined with the pain in his nose and it made his nerves tingle.
Over and over Torrin shoved his cock into the defenceless horse. He made sure that the anthro felt every thrust, every jerk of his cock, every slap of crotch to ass. He wanted this anthro to feel pain like never before. And he wanted the anthro to know never to fuck with him or his boy again. Snorting loudly, feeling his balls contract, Torrin pulled out and made his way to Reggie's face. With a bellow and furious jerking he sprayed his load across the horse's face, drowning him in spunk as thick ropes flew out across his muzzle. It landed in his eye, causing further pain.
With cum dribbling from the head, Torrin grunted, pressing upwards with his internal muscles and forced his hot piss to spray out over the dark fur of the stallion. The stream was wild, coating the floor and furniture. He wanted to make sure the stallion remembered him for a long time to come.
He showered and dressed, leaving the stallion still tied to the table. Torrin thought for a second but then decided to leave him like it. No doubt if he tried he could get loose. He had done what he came to do. Now he had to face Kevin and demand to know why he was sneaking behind his back.
Back home he found Kevin sitting in their living room. "Hi Daddy, where've you been?" He hugged the big bull tightly, pressing his face against the huge pecs. Torrin had wanted to shout at the human, but feeling him press so close, smelling his hair, his heart relented. No, he would sit down and ask calmly, though his rage still bubbled under the surface.
"Went to the gym," he rumbled. "How was work?"
Kevin shrugged. "Nothing special. Come on, I've got you something." He took a box from behind a cushion and placed it into the bull's paws. "Happy birthday!"
It was wrapped in brightly coloured paper and Torrin ripped it off with ease. It was a deep coloured wooden box and when he opened it he found it filled with large cigars. But not just any cigars... "Shit, these are Cubans!" He took one out and sniffed it, marvelling at the deep scent. "But how?" The Cuban embargo had lasted for over 100 years and there were no signs of it abating; getting anything from the destitute Communist state was near impossible.
"Oh, don't you worry about, here." Kevin handed something else over. It was a cigar cutter but one it were stencilled "To my bull Daddy, from your boy with love." Torrin felt a lump form in his throat. The cost alone would have been enormous, and yet Kevin had done it without a second thought. "And there's something else." He took one of Torrin's paws in his own and led him upstairs.
Quickly Kevin stripped, standing naked before his big Daddy. Small human hands rubbed over huge bull muscles, squeezing at the massive pecs, rubbing the bulging biceps, tracing down between the hard ab muscles. Kevin drunk in the sight and feel of his big bull Daddy.
Torrin stripped and stood naked before his boy. He had no idea what the human had on his mind but he was willing to go along with it. He was pushed onto the bed and Kevin kissed him softly on the lips. "I love my big bull Daddy," he whispered, nibbling down to one of the thick nipples, taking the pierced nub between his teeth. He chewed hard on it, causing the bull to moan loudly, rubbing the back of his head. Damn he loved it when his nipples were worked and Kevin was an expert of it. Despite what had happened with Reggie, his cock hardened quickly.
Like straddling a horse, Kevin sat across Torrin's chest facing towards his crotch. Torrin lowed deeply, staring at the puckered ass in front of his face. Gently he licked along the crack and pushed into the hole, tasting the remains of his load from the morning. He groaned and slurped it out, thrusting as deeply as he could.
Kevin moaned loudly and took hold of the bull's giant cock. He opened his mouth wide and took the head between his lips, licking around where the ring pierced the skin. More lows came from behind him as he slowly worked the thick cock into his mouth. Lips brushed along the bars on the shaft.
The bull spread Kevin's cheeks as wide as he could, driving his tongue deeply inside the human's loose anus. He could feel the rapid heart beat of his boy, the heat of his inner flesh. The firm knot of his prostate was easy to find, swollen already. Indeed, Torrin could feel the human's erection poking against his chest between both pecs. With a snort he clenched his chest, trapping the human's cock. Kevin got the idea and humped, thrusting his cock between both pecs, fucking them.
But the bull was so wrapped up in eating out his boy's ass he didn't realise what was happening before he felt something touch his ball sac. Then he felt it. A wet warm surrounding his whole cock, from head to base. It was tight along his entire shaft and he could feel it bending slightly. He peered out from around Kevin's rump and let out a moo of surprise.
Kevin's mouth was around his cock base. The entire length of his meat was lodged firmly down Kevin's throat.
Torrin didn't realise he had orgasmed until Kevin pulled off his cock, spluttering with the force of ejaculation. The bull quivered and bellowed again, his cock spasming as another orgasm ripped through his body. He bucked and writhed under his boy as he sprayed them both with his seed. He gritted his teeth, bending almost in half as his balls contracted almost painfully, pumping out cum Torrin didn't realise he still had left.
They lay together on the bed, Kevin lying on his bull Daddy's chest, playing with one of the big nipple rings. "Fuck," Torrin was able to say eventually.
"Did my big Daddy like that," Kevin cooed, kissing Torrin softly on the lips.
"Fuck yeah I did. No one's ever been able to deep throat me." He stared at Kevin. Something clicked in his brain. "How did you learn ta do that?"
"Someone I used to know," Kevin explained. "He helped me get used to having dildos in my mouth. That's why I've been working overtime." He blushed. "I hope you don't mind?"
Suddenly Torrin felt ashamed with himself. Reggie hadn't been sleeping with his boy, he'd been helping him learn to deep throat. Gods... what had he done? No matter what the stallion had done in the past, he was innocent of this crime. But he forced a smile to his lips. "Nah, I'm fine. That was great boy!" he nuzzled Kevin softly, holding him close. "You're the best boy any bull Daddy could have."
"I love you bull Daddy," Kevin said softly. "Happy birthday."
"I love you too son," Torrin whispered back. He lay there, thinking of what Kevin had done for him. And what he had done in turn. And he feared what the future would hold for them both.
TBC