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Part 1: :link2172429:

Intro:

Jackson had ruled out power-tools very quickly, no way he was getting those close to his junk. Equally as quickly he ruled out going back to the massage parlor for the appointment that fucking bull had set for him.

So far lock-picking tutorial videos weren't helping him much though, those videos were all made by professionals, using professional tools, and on easily accessible door locks and big padlocks, not a tiny lock he couldn't even really see, that was integrated into a hunk of steel stuck on his cock.

It was clear his bent paper clip wasn't going to work.

Now more then a week after his massage encounter, this problem was becoming sexual for him too, cause every morning he was getting crazy horny and he couldn't even get hard, instead it was more of an unbearable pressure in the steel tube that confined his male bit.

At first he tried ignoring it, sort of like he did when the massage parlor called him. But just like him hanging up on the calls and deleting the voicemails, it wasn't working. The calls kept coming in and he kept getting hornier.

He needed to do something. Anything.

It crossed his mind to see if one of his ex's vibrators were still around... maybe he could?

No. -No! He was a man! He was going to fix this problem!

He decided to order a set of quality lock picking tools recommended from the web-store of an online lock-picking expert, but the order kept declining because of his card. Annoyed he called the bank, and after an hour of pointless circular calls, it all boiled down to the massage parlor having placed a hold on his bank account for unpaid fines, and only the parlor could lift it.

With the realization he couldn't touch a single cent in his account, or for that matter... buy food or pay rent, he suddenly regretted ignoring the parlors calls.

When he called them however, it was now the parlor's front desk that hung up on him -that bitch! He felt ill realizing what he would need to do now.

At the Parlor:

When he arrived at the parlor, he entered quickly and tried to keep a low profile. All he had to do was get them to lift the hold on his bank account, and leave without seeing Him.

Jackson approached the front desk and keeping his voice low explained to the woman staffing it that he had missed a session and about the hold, but she was quick to inform him that because he didn't reschedule and no-showed the appointment made in advance, only the masseuse he had shorted can approve lifting the hold.

"What about the manager? Can the manager lift it?" He asked hopefully.

"Hmm. Maybe." she said taping away at her computer behind the lobby desk. After a moment she advised: "The managers office is through there, and indicated a door next to her desk, on the opposite side of desk from the door leading to all the massage rooms. "Its the first door on the left." She said indicating Jackson to head back to the office.

Nervously he smiled and walked back to the managers office. Entering the office it was well appointed, a large wooden desk filled the middle of the room. A small but sturdy wooden chair was on this side of the desk, and a large stuffed arm chair was on the other side. The whole room had a classy finish over all with dark stained woods, deep rich green cloth, and brass fittings on everything. As he looked around he noticed a brass name plaque sitting on the desk... 'Trageus Strong-House the II - Manager'

His blood ran cold... he turned quickly and opened the door to leave, but was confronted with a doorframe framing a wall of muscular pecs and abs, covered with the fuzzy treasure trail of a brown and white bull. A powerful hand pushed him back gently from the door as the bull ducked his horns first then slid his immense body through the frame, and closed the door behind him.

"Jackson-" the deep booming voice said seemingly kindly with a smile "-I was worried about you when you didn't show for your appointment last Friday." The bull said wearing his masseuse uniform, again with the open shirt.

"I...I..." Jackson stammered

"Sit" the bull commanded pushing him down into the wooden chair.

"Now, why didn't you show up or reschedule?" The tone of the question was a warning in its own, this was dangerous ground.

"L-look, I just want this thing off, and I will pay the fees for not showing, just please, take this thing off me, please." He begged.

The bulls emerald green eyes bored holes into him in silence for a moment.

"First we settle the fee for not calling off the appointment or rescheduling." The bull said, taking his open shirt off and folding it up before he placed it over the edge of the desk. "Stand up and take off your jeans." He said flatly.

When Jackson stood hesitantly but didn't move otherwise the bull insisted: "Now."

Jackson eyed the door behind the bull, he was informed that:

"-Its locked, and soundproof." The bull said, crushing the only idea he had.

"Can't I just pay?" Jackson tried to negotiate.

"No." The tone was flat. "-If you don't cooperate, I can physically remove your pants for you."

Jackson gulped and hesitantly took his pants down.

The bulls face furrowed as he saw Jacksons gray briefs.

"Where are your panties?" He asked clearly dissatisfied.

"Um I.." Jackson didn't have a response to that. He certainly wasn't going to say they were in the trash can at his apartment.

The bull sighed. "We will deal with that later. " he said as he stepped closer and physically grabbed Jacksons arms, manually placing him against the shortest side of the rectangular desk, with Jacksons hips padded from the wooden desks edge by the bulls folded shirt.

Then with two hands he griped the waist of Jacksons briefs and ripped them in half, tearing the fabric from Jackson in a sudden movement, literally pulling them apart.

Jackson released a undignified cry of surprise, but didn't have time to do more before a bovine hand delivered a powerful swat to his now bared ass. The bull also placed one hand pressing down on Jacksons back, bending him over the desk and holding him in place. The bull met out his fee for not calling off the appointment. A solid ten powerful spanks later, and Jacksons ass was red and he was near his limit.

"If you can't make an appointment, you need to call it off and reschedule it promptly." The bull said seriously. "Got it?" He asked.

"Ah- Y-Yes." Jackson replied weakly with ragged breath.

'Smack!' Trageus gave his ass another powerful spank.

"Stop!" Jackson cried out.

"That's 'sir please stop' to you." Trageus said admiring the reddened ass with a swish of his tail.

'Smack!' The bull gave another, and Jackson cried out.

"If you can't make an appointment, you need to call it off and reschedule it promptly. Do you understand?" The bull asked, hand raised ready for another spank.

"Y-yes sir." Jackson managed.

"Good. Get fully undressed and head to the room across the hall." He said letting the smaller human up from the desk.

Jackson stuttered an indignant response "But I'm naked!" Seeing the bulls face twisting in to an annoyed expression reminded him to add the honorific "...S-sir."

As he said the magic word, the bull's muzzle became neutral, but his emerald green eyes smiled.

"Well, despite the fact I just ordered you to undress, your still wearing clothes, so no you are not as naked as I told you to be." He said as he walked over and unlocked the door to the room with a brass key from his pocket. Then turning back to jackson, who was standing in his t-shirt and socks, with his hands covering his locked cock for modesty. Walking around and behind him, the bull placed his huge hands on Jacksons shoulders. "You need to be a good girl and obey me now." The bull said softly in to his ear. Then suddenly gripped his shirt collar and ripped the shirt in half, dropping the two two rags to the floor. Then he slapped him hard on the still tender and red ass. "Go! Across the hall, Now!" He said loudly.

Jackson was mortified, he fled the room as the bull followed him.

If he had a few seconds to think about it, he might have tried running outside, but he certainly would have regretted that if he did as his keys, wallet, and phone were all in his pants pockets, that were now locked in the bull's office. Being naked with a steel lock on his cock in the hallway induced some panic even though no one else was in sight, and so he hurriedly rushed into the massage room across the hall.

Inside was a standard massage room with a table, stool, and cabinets for a clients clothes, and some cabinets for massage supplies. The huge bull followed him in, ducking through then closing the door.

"Face down on the table." The shirtless bull commanded.

Jackson complied quickly, as being on the table meant under the sheet, and that meant less exposed.

"Now we need to settle the fee for you not showing up for your appointment." The bull said seriously.

The bull grabbed the sheet that was over Jackson, and rotating it perpendicular to the table and reaching over and under him, promptly pulled the sheet tight and tied it to itself under the table.

Jackson lifted his face from the circular face cradle and tried to move his arms but they were held down tight at his sides by the sheet.

"What are you-?" He was cut off. Trageus grasped his chin and face in his massive left hand and gripped the back his head with the right and looked Jackson dead in the eyes.

"You stood me up." He said harshly. The room was only filled with the sound of the bull breathing for a few seconds.

"Never. Fucking. Do that. Again." He said slowly in a volume and tone that terrified the human, who only quivered as he was stared down by the bull. "Am I Clear?"

"Y-yes sir." The shaken human replied.

"Good girl." He said releasing Jacksons face with his left hand, his right hand pressing her face back down to the face cradle.

The hulking brown bull, now satisfied that Jackson understood his mistake, reached over and rolled the masseuse's stool over, then removed his pants and underlying jockstrap before he sat on the stool, eliciting a groan from the furniture. He rolled his massive hips under the head of the table, bringing the his giant penis and massive balls into Jackson's view from the face cradle of the massage table.

Raw unfiltered bull musk filled his nose as the bull presented, ready to settle his fee.

The bull's sack held testicals easily the size of softballs but with a more bovine oval shape. His cock was only slightly chubbed at the moment, but not even erect it was huge... it had to be a solid 12 or 13 inches! That thick cock was growing ever larger as he watched, it had to be as big around as a baseball already and was growing still. As the bull cock rose up towards him he started trying to move his face away from it, but the bulls left hand rested firmly on the back of his head and neck. His right hand came into view to stroke the massive meat, helping it grow and reach his face.

"Shh-good girl, its ok." The bull whispered in his ear as the hand on his head massaged his scalp and neck some.

"If you give it a kiss I will go easy on you today." He said kindly.

"N-no!" Jackson said twisting his mouth away from the rising tip, already a bead of pre forming at the tip.

"Thats ok, I like being rough with girls too." The bull whispered into his ear, then gave his neck a long lustful lick.

The bulls massive fist stroked, slowly at first, then increasing in speed and force, he grunted and breathed heavily as he stroked fiercely, his tip pointed right at Jacksons face, the tip occasionally touching, leaving a sticky spot of precum.

Jackson kept trying to push himself up and away from the table, and from the cock aimed at his face. He was watching powerlessly, trying to dodge the tip, he watched the bulls sack tighten and the stroking pace pick up. Jackson tried to move but the bulls hand was planted firmly on his neck, he could wiggle but little else.

"No!" He cried out, closing his eyes as he tried to wiggle free, helpless to stop what was clearly about to happen to him.

"Yes!" The bull shouted as he released right into Jacksons face.

The bull cock spasmed several times, shooting sticky ropes of hot cum right on to and all over Jacksons face.

Jackson held his mouth and eyes tightly closed as hot seed spattered across his face. When he next inhaled the powerful smell of fresh bull semen filled his nose.

The bull wasn't done with him though, and pushing his hips forward he stroked a few last times, stroking out the last stream of cum then used his hand to smear his now softening tip around Jackson's face, leaving a thick hot trail. Jackson kept his eyes closed tight, trying to turn his face away, but un-able to while in the bulls firm grip.

"Good girl." the bull cooed, Then after he took a few breaths and leaned back he said it again, More casually, letting go of the back of Jacksons head as he stood. He reached over and the pulled on the knot in the sheet, releasing it, and Jackson quickly sat up and got to his feet. He was about to wipe the cum off his face with the sheet when a brown furred hand gripped his wrist.

"No! You are not staining my sheets." The bull said sternly, staring at him harshly for a moment before relinquishing the wrist.

"Let's go back in the managers office and fix your account." He said as he picked up his shorts, then opened the door and walked across the hallway casually even thought he was still nude.

"Hurry up!" The bull called from across the hall as Jackson peeked out first to see if any one else was in the hall before darting across in to the office.

"The final 'fee' I have for you is for your failure to wear the panties I sent you home with. It was such a simple thing too, and it would have stayed been between us." He said as he sat down at the desk and opened a laptop, and started working on something. After a moment he nodded in apparent satisfaction, then clicked on something else.

"Hmm, this Wednesday..." he said aloud as he focused on the screen "2-pm or 5-pm? Its a two hour session either way." The bull said to Jackson.

"What?" Jackson was still processing what had happened to him.

"I'm scheduling you for a two hour session Wednesday, do you want 2 pm or 5 pm?"

"Uhh, 5pm? What is it for?" He said afraid of finding out.

"Its your final fee for last Friday... so your scheduled for Wednesday at 5 pm. Show up on time, Don't fuck it up." He said standing. He pulled a wooden desk drawer open and after a second pulled out a pair of red panties and a matching crop top and threw them to Jackson. "Get dressed, and see the receptionist on the way out to pay off your account- Its unlocked now." The bull said as he turned away and started picking the rest of his masseuse uniform off the floor.

"Wait! Arn't you going to take this thing off me?" Jackson pointed to his crotch.

"What?" He responded as if what Jackson had said didn't make any sense, or was speaking gibberish. As the bull turned around while pulling on his jockstrap, and adjusting it to cradle his huge parts.

"No... That was what I would have done on the massage appointment you skipped last Friday." The bull replied as if he was explaining why that was the stupidest thing he ever heard while shaking his horns lightly as he turned back away. "Maybe you should show up for your appointments if thats what you want." He chided with his back still to Jackson as he was pulling his pants back on, and the tip of his tail made an annoyed flourish.

Jackson eyed his bluejeans sitting on the bulls desk, but his dreams were crushed by the bull suddenly sitting behind the desk, and placing a hand possessively on the pants. Now had little choice, and so he dressed in the red cotton undergarments before the bull nodded and relinquished his bluejeans, pushing them across the desk. As Jackson took them the bull spoke again

"Your massage appointment is scheduled for every Friday at 6pm moving forward. Don't disappoint me, but you probably won't by the wet spot on the front of your panties...it looks like you won't want to miss that chance again." The bull said pointing to Jacksons crotch were a small wet spot of precum was forming from the tip of the cock lock. He was humiliated, but the last time he got off was by the bulls hands ten days ago now...

"Anyway, the front desk will lift the hold on your card once you settle with them." The bull reminded him with a dismissive wave out the door. Jackson was shooed out in the hallway and immediately felt self conscious even though no one was around, as his shirt was gone, and only the red woman's intimate top was all he had for a shirt. As he buttoned his pants, he could smell the bull spunk on his face. He was hyper aware of it, and he felt it was safe to assume anyone that saw him would see and smell it too.

He stepped through the door back into the lobby, thankfully only the receptionist was there.

"Um, I'd like to pay off any fees on my account." he said shyly.

"Let me see, are you Jaquelyn?" She asked.

"Uh, no, but I am Jackson." He said not wanting any issues right now. The faster he payed and left the better.

"Mmmm no. I don't have a Jackson, but I do have a Jaquelyn, and it shows you just completed services a minute ago. And your account was locked, but was just unlocked by your masseuse." She said.

"Um, well thats right, but I uh, my names Jackson." He said.

Well, ma'm, the system shows you requested a name change just before you scheduled your next appointment. You requested to be called Jaquelyn, and your pronouns to be she/her."

"What? No! Uh, um, can you change it back?"

"No ma'm, only the managers account can approve a name change." She said professionally. Jackson was humiliated, and not about to go back to the bull for anything.

"Um, its fine, can I pay off whatever I owe?" He handed over his card, trying to speed up the process.

"Yes ma'm, that will be $325.15" she said as she swiped the card. Jackson was mortified by the amount.

"What! I thought I only owed two-hundred? I thought the fees were only a hundred each?" He said.

"Yes, but with today's additional service, its a total of $325.15"

"What additional service?" He asked rather upset.

"Let me see.." she typed for a second.. "Ah, so you had our masseuse Trageus give you a full facial for $75.10, with the organic cream skincare enhancement for $25.05, and your masseuse put on a default gratuity of $25 dollars." She said as she read from the screen.

Jackson was horrified. He was standing there wearing women's undergarments, with bull cum on his face, and paying for it.

When he didn't reply for a second, she asked innocently "would you like me to call the manager?"

"No!" He almost shouted "-Its... fine... I was... just surprised, is my account good now?, and the hold on my card lifted?"

"Yes ma'm, its all cleared up, so you are ready to go, Jaquelyn, we look forward to seeing you for your appointment Wednesday!" She said in a cheery tone.

Jackson bolted out the door without a word and rushed home.

Once home with the door locked he undressed quickly from the humiliating red underwear and took a long hot shower. After scrubbing his face thoroughly several times with soap and hot water, he stood in the spray of water and fretted about what Wednesdays appointment might be.

Wednesday

After stressing and debating wether to go or not, Jackson decided he had to attend if he was ever going to get the damn lock off his cock. His lock pick kit he ordered was still not scheduled to arrive until next week. So Wednesday afternoon when he checked in, he was taken to one of the rooms. Two human female employees were there, and welcomed him for his "first laser-bodyhair-depletion session", and was asked to "fully undress and lay on the table face up, under the sheet." before she lowered the lights and they both stepped out.

His heart pounded as he tried to decide if he should comply. Then he heard a voice in the hall, a deep bovine voice. He knew he wasn't going to be able to run away now... he gulped and dropped his jeans exposing the red panties he wore underneath...

Part 3: :link2193803: