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Busting the Bull

For Linkin_Monroe

By Draconicon

Marcus had a daily ritual, and generally, he didn't mess with it. The Doberman suffered through his office job, he went to the gym, and then he went to his favorite bar for dinner, a drink, and to hang out with some of his friends before heading home for a couple of TV shows and a good night of sleep. That was what he did, and that's what he had every intention of doing that night, same as any other night.

Unfortunately, Jamison - one of those friends - had other plans. The bull plopped down beside him just as the Doberman was finishing up his meal, ordering a couple of shots rather than his usual beer, and went quiet.

It was against his nature to push, but Marcus had already had a beer to loosen him up, so he decided it couldn't do any harm. He leaned forward a bit, snarfing down the last of his after-dinner pretzels, before turning his head.

"So, what's the deal?"

"Don't want to talk about it."

"Man...don't make it harder, huh? You got something on your mind, this is the place to do it. Hell, stuff you're ordering, bet you won't even remember it in the morning."

The dark-furred bull snorted out, rattling a nose ring that hung out from his face, and he leaned forward. Marcus was half-prepared to push him again as Jamison leaned into his hands, vest popping a button as he scrunched up into a miserable little ball.

"Think my wife's cheating on me."

"Your wife - why? How do you know?"

"Too many people by. Lots of repairmen, and no repairs."

The Doberman blinked a couple of times, reaching for his own bottle of beer. He downed a couple of sips, the bitterness serving to wake him up a little from his slight buzz.

Big J, a cuck? Had to admit, that was something he hadn't been expecting. Jamison was something of a legend around the gym, big and heavy, someone that could swing around a lot of muscle and a lot of power. Most of the newbies were in awe of him, and even old hands like Marcus were still pretty respectful of the big guy.

Admittedly, the Doberman had a few other ideas, as well. There were a lot of times he'd seen the bull walking around in nothing but a jockstrap in the gym, and seeing the big guy like that tended to give a fellow a lot of other ideas of what they could do. Particularly if they were of a preference for men. Marcus hid a smirk behind another sip.

"Sounds like it's possible, man. Why you telling me, though? Aren't ya afraid of someone going after her if they find out?"

"You're not like that, Marcus. Not that you aren't a horndog, but you're after the guys, not the women."

"Heh, that makes her safe?"

"From you, at least."

The Doberman chuckled, putting the bottle of beer down as the bartender came back with the shots that Jamison had ordered. He leaned back on his fist, watching as the bull hammered down the first two without the slightest hesitation, nursing the third as another round was poured. He could already tell that the big guy was going to be hammered to hell and back.

While the bull got himself drunk, Marcus pulled out his phone. He'd been around to Jamison's and Julia's house a couple of times, knew them okay. He even had the wife's phone number. He quietly punched it in and asked her, flat-out.

Cheating on Big J?

It didn't take long for a response to come in.

Julia: Now, or generally?

Marcus: Eh, either.

Julia: Last couple weeks, yeah. Got an appointment for tonight, too.

Marcus: Heh, really? Anyone I know?

Julia: Maybe. Why you asking?

Marcus: Juuuuuust making sure.

It had been an easy thing, getting close to the bull's wife. The ladies always seemed to have a thing for getting gay friends. Something about being safe, or wanting something similar to them, or thinking that they had a feminine side that the women could explore. He didn't get it, really; he wasn't like the stereotype, nor did he really get into the whole shopping thing that women seemed to think all gay men were into. But they still trusted him, as Julia just proved with that set of texts.

He put his phone back in his pocket, shaking his head a few times as he saw the fifth shot go down Jamison's throat. Chuckling, he leaned over, patting the bull on the back.

"You know, man, it's fine. It's not that bad, being a cuck."

"I ain't a cuck...yet. I just...think I might be."

"Come on, you think it's going to ruin anything? If she's doing that, bet ya that she hasn't been putting out that much lately, anyway."

"...Maybe."

"Heh, besides."

The Doberman was taking a bit of a risk, but hell, it was a chance for something that he'd never get, otherwise. He brought his hand down with a good smack on the bull's ass, making it crack. Nobody else in the bar would hear it, considering how loud the televisions were at that point, but it got Jamison to jump, almost falling off of his stool from the impact. He whipped around, snorting at Marcus.

"What the fuck?"

"Hey, just saying. You still got something else."

"You saying something, dog boy?"

"Saying that if you're a heifer, you got the ass for it."

"You -"

The drunken bull lunged for him, but he was ready for that, ducking around and letting the big guy fall over the stool he'd been sitting on. Marcus was on him right away, pinning him down so that the fight didn't get the attention of the bouncer at the door. The Doberman grinned at the feeling, enjoying the slight tease of having the big guy under him and feeling that big, muscled ass against his crotch.

He reached down, giving that butt a good fondle before reaching back up, dragging the bull up to his feet by his tie. It wasn't a good idea to get much more handsy than that in the public part of the bar.

Jamison groaned, wobbling back and forth, but he didn't throw another punch. The bull shifted back, falling onto his stool again.

"Don't call me...a heifer."

"Man, I'm just calling it like I see it. If your wife ain't putting out for you, or going to other guys, you sure ain't studding her anymore. You sure you're a bull still?"

"I still have everything."

"Everything but the cow."

Another snort, but not so angry as the first one. The more he pushed, it seemed, the more that Jamison got embarrassed rather than angry. The big guy turned his head to the side, trying to reach for his sixth drink, but Marcus grabbed the shotglass first.

"Hey!"

"You think that five ain't enough? Man, you got more problems than getting drunk tonight."

He tossed it back instead, enjoying the burn in the back of his mouth before swallowing hard, sending it down into his gut. It was warm enough to give him a bit more of a buzz, and a little shot of extra confidence for his trouble. He stood up, grabbing the bull by the shoulder.

"Let's step outside for a bit, huh?"

"But what about -"

"Hey, let me cover it tonight, huh? Big bad bull having a bad day..."

He nodded at the bartender, a little gesture to cover the tab before pulling Jamison a bit harder. Supporting the big lug wasn't that hard, particularly considering his own workout routine had gotten more strenuous of late to show a few more results. They walked out into the parking lot, and then around the side of the bar, out of sight to everyone else.

Jamison leaned against the wall, groaning softly, and Marcus shook his head.

"Seriously, man, you gotta admit it. You ain't much of a bull if you're not nailing that cow of yours."

"You think I don't know that? This is humiliating enough. I thought that you'd actually be on my side with this one."

"Because I'm gay, and I ain't gonna nail her myself?"

"Yes!"

"Man, you just opened a fucking goldmine. I'm not going to go after her...but you think that I'm gonna keep my mouth shut without a little incentive?"

"What are you - oh, you fucker..."

"Hey, I wasn't the one that walked up and said 'My wife's putting out for everyone but me.' You just said it to me."

"What's it gonna take?"

"Oh, I don't know...but I think you do."

The Doberman winked, looking down at the bull's ass. Even in those khakis, that muscled rump stood out like a piece of art. He'd have tapped that ass a hundred times by now if he thought that the bull would ever put it out, but he'd never seen Big J be anything but the straightest guy on the block. Everything he did was straight-arrow, from the way that he dressed from the way that he kept to his lady, never putting out for any of the guys that had offered, bottom...or top.

The bull looked back at him, slowly seeming to get the idea. When the realization sparked in his eyes, finally, the Doberman chuckled.

"Yeah, you get it."

"You better keep your end of the deal here."

"Hey, you give up that ass for me, and I'll make sure that nobody finds out that your wife is a hot piece of ass waiting to get picked up."

Jamison groaned, starting to walk off, but he grabbed the big guy by the arm, pulling him back into the alley. He pushed him against the wall, face first, and held him there with a chuckle.

"And where do you think you're going?"

"I thought -"

"We're doing it right here, Big J. I'm not going anywhere without getting a piece of that beefy butt of yours."

Though the bull struggled, he yanked down the back of the big guy's pants in one smooth move, dragging it under the curve of his muscled rump. It was big and hard, and as he pulled at the cheeks, he could feel the resistance that they put up, trying to keep themselves clenched so that he couldn't get a good view of the valley between them. Laughing, he spanked them a couple of times, and Jamison got the message, slowly relaxing.

Pulling the ass cheeks apart, he grinned. There was a hefty dose of musk coming out from beneath the bull's tail and between his legs. Nothing wrong with this guy's balls, even if he was acting like nothing more than a gelding. He reached down, dragging a finger from the bull's taint all the way back to his ass, and rubbed around the rim.

Nice and clean, if a bit sweaty, he thought, smirking as he felt his own cock throbbing in his pants. God, if he's as tight as he looks...

And Jamison looked real fucking tight, the kind of straight guy that never bothered to put a damn thing up his ass or under his tail. He probably hadn't even experimented as a teen, considering how untouched that rim looked. He was probably used to nothing but things sliding out.

Fuck, that's gonna feel hot on my cock.

"Heh, you know, I bet I can make you scream as loud as your wife does for whoever she's inviting over."

"Shut up. I'm still a bull here."

"Not anymore. You wanna be a bull, you stay on top. You get on the bottom, and you're nothing but a heifer yourself."

"Shut up."

"You want me to prove it? I'll make you scream, Big J."

"You won't."

"Bet on it. I make you scream, then you cover my bar tab for a month, and you keep coming back for more of this. If I don't...heh, then this is all the payment that you ever gotta make."

"..."

"Heh, what's the matter? I thought you said I'd never make you scream."

"...Deal."

"Alright, then, heifer. Let's see what we got here."

Marcus got on his knees, pulling those ass cheeks apart. They were heavy and hard, but with just enough give for him to lean in. He took a couple of deep breaths, pulling in the smell of a hot man's ass musk, and grinned to himself. Licking his lips at the treat that was before him, he thrust his head forward, digging his tongue into that hole without the slightest bit of hesitation.

Immediately, the bull tensed up, grunting under his breath, but Marcus knew that was just the start of some of the fun that was to come. He chuckled, working his tongue in deep, making that hole twitch again and again against his lapping tongue. It didn't open for him, yet, but that was to expected. The damn thing probably hadn't had any action, ever, not even when the bull was getting attention from his wife.

He pulled the cheeks further apart, forcing that hole to really stretch for him, and he dragged his tongue against it again and again. Each time, he cleared away a bit more of the sweat that had gotten worked up in there, making it a little cleaner and a little hotter at the same time. The rim stretched as he licked it, getting pulled this way and that, slowly getting wider and wider until he could see just a little gap in the center, the muscles starting to relax.

It didn't take a genius to know that the bull was getting into it, either, and he pulled his head back to mock him a bit more.

"Heh, you already starting to like it, Big J? Starting to feel a bit like you wanna get fucked?"

"No way. No way in hell."

"Gonna feel a hard-on if I give you the reach-around?"

"Doesn't mean anything."

Marcus laughed, spanking one hot ass cheek before getting back to work. Oh, the bull was still in denial, but he was going to get into it sooner or later. There was no avoiding it, when you realized that you were nothing but a subby little bitch, letting other males have their fun with your wife, and with you. He could feel the hole breaking before his tongue, slowly losing all resistance.

Let's see how he takes it.

With a sudden push, he thrust his tongue past the rim. It clenched down instantly, and the bull threw his head back with a bitten-off grunt, but there no mistaking the scent in the air. Marcus had smelled it a hundred times with his other partners, and it was always there in the gym, just under the rank smell of sweat and hot bodies.

The bull was getting into it. He was dripping.

His chuckles muffled in the bull's muscled ass, he dragged his tongue back, and pushed forward again. It didn't take long to find Big J's prostate, working it over his bump, making the bull gasp and grunt in equal measure. It was almost enough for him, almost enough to make that bet as good as won, but there were no real moans yet. Just whimpers, just grunts, just gasps. He needed more.

After a good three minutes of tongue-fucking and ass slobbering, the Doberman pulled back, standing up and unbuttoning his pants. His cock was begging for attention, and he wasn't going to deny it any longer. His pants hit the ground, and he started stroking himself, pointed, tapered tip already begging to slide into that slippery, spit-soaked hole.

"Alright, Jamison, get ready."

"Ugh...there's no way..."

"You see the way that ass of yours is all lubed up, heifer? You were clenching down on my tongue like a bitch squeezes a knot. You're ready for this fucking thing. And I'm gonna make you beg for more."

He grabbed those hips, knowing that the bull was hating this, knowing that the big guy was begging to be let loose, but there was no way that he was stopping now. He'd been waiting for this chance ever since the first time he'd seen Jamison walking through the locker rooms, strutting his stuff and showing off something that he could never have. Marcus wasn't about to lose the chance to have it now. As he hotdogged his dick between those ass cheeks, he leaned forward, whispering in the bull's ear.

"How's it feel, knowing that your wife is probably getting something just like this right now? Knowing that you're acting just like a horny heifer, begging for a cock from a real bull, just like she's getting someone else to ram her into the bed tonight? Think you'll be the louder one? Or her?"

"Nnngh...I'm not...I didn't..."

The bull was shuddering, more turned on than he wanted to admit, and Marcus loved it. He lowered his hips slightly, getting his cock in position, and pushed forward, slowly grinding his cock forward. That pucker resisted him for a second, but then let him in, the bull gasping loudly. His breath seemed to leave him in one long rattle, Big J shaking and shivering as he was penetrated by a real man's cock.

"That's it, you little bitch. You know what you need now. You thought you were just paying me off, but admit it, you want this. You want to get a good little fucking, just like your wife."

He pulled back, feeling that ass squeezing down on him, the inner muscles as strong as the outer ones as he started working himself to just having the head of his cock inside of the bull. All the way out, and then all the way back in, his knot bumping against that slippery rim but not quite slipping inside just yet. He held himself there, feeling that twitching, clenching, grasping inside before pulling back again, each thrust slow and measured, easy and gentle, but getting him in deep every time.

"Hehehe, just take it, big guy. Take it and enjoy it. You know you ain't a bull anymore. And you know what you gotta do to keep me quiet."

In and out, in and out, each slow thrust making his little slut lean against the wall all the more. The bull towered over him by a good foot, and from here, he could see the muscles in Jamison's back tensing up, twitching, clenching, almost cramping at the humiliation that the big guy was going through. If the bull wanted him to stop, it'd be all too easy, even in his drunken state.

But instead, in just under a minute of the slow thrusting, the bull whispered something. He whispered exactly what Marcus wanted to hear.

"...harder..."

"What was that, bitch?"

"I said harder! I want it harder!"

"Heh, whatever you say, little heifer."

It wasn't hard. The slow thrusts had opened up the big guy enough for him to really go to town, and he did. He pulled back and slammed in, their balls slamming together hard enough for him to really get a measure of the bull's package. Again, and again, and again, each thrust rocking the bull against the wall, the big guy grinding up against it.

As he leaned back and around, Marcus finally got a good view of the bull's hard-on, still trapped in his khakis and drooling enough to make the biggest wet spot that he'd ever seen, silvery slime drooling out through the front and dribbling down to the ground. He smirked, going back to fucking, knowing that the bull was going to cum hands-free.

"That's it. Doesn't matter that your wife ain't putting out anymore. You got what you really need. She gets what she wants, and you get what you want, don't you, you little heifer? You little bitch?"

"Fuck...fuck! Fuck yes..."

The bull moaned, and he knew that he'd won. Grinning, his little stub-tail wagging faster than a pup's, the Doberman pulled his bitch back, grinding his knot against that hole until he was able to force it right in, all the way up to the hilt.

POP!

The bull moaned like a good little bitch, cumming in his pants, while Marcus flooded Big J's hole with all the pent-up seed of a man that'd been without for all too long. The Doberman leaned up, biting the back of the bull's neck gently, and Big J whimpered quietly.

"Heh...be ready for this tomorrow, too; I'll need something to drain my balls into again when I'm done working out."

"I'll...I'll be here."

"And I'll keep my mouth shut."

He grinned, smacking that ass before slowly pulling them off to the side. No point in getting seen knotted together just yet; Big J still had a reputation to keep, after all, and gay or straight, it never looked good fucking in an alley.

The End