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Busting the Bull 2

For Linkin_Monroe

By Draconicon

Marcus had never thought he'd enjoy having an on-call bitch this much, but then again, he'd never imagine that the bitch in question was the muscle-stud of the gym, either. And the fact that he wasn't actually gay made the whole situation that much hotter to the Doberman-Pinscher. He leaned back in his chair, sipping at a beer as the bull bitch in question suckled on his cock, occasionally sliding his feet along the carpet before coming to rest again.

"Mmm, that's a good heifer. Get it all the way in the back of your throat."

Jamison - no more Big J, not for this bitch - sucked hard, pulling the dog's cock further and further into his throat. Marcus could still remember when the bull hadn't been able to take more than a few inches at a time, too unused to the taste or the thought of another man in his mouth.

It had only taken a couple of blackmailing calls to get him to keep practicing. While he wasn't as good as some of the professional cock suckers at the gym, the bull was pretty serviceable now, and getting better all the time. Marcus groaned at another hard suck, feeling his cock throb, his knot growing firmer at the base of his shaft.

He didn't push down, though, not yet. He didn't want to break his little bitch, after all.

Instead, he just leaned back, looking down at the muscular bovine beneath him. Jamison's broad shoulders shielded most of the bull's body from view - particularly whether he was hard or not - but it couldn't hide that muscular, bubble butt that twitched every time that the bull went down. The Doberman loved staring at that ass, loved looking at it from any angle. It was just made for fucking, and he thanked whatever luck had seen fit to smile on him every time that he got a good look at it.

Slowly, he pushed the bull back off his cock, his shaft throbbing a few times as it came free. It bounced up and down, nudging Jamison's nose a few times before Marcus spoke.

"Heh, still enjoying the taste, heifer?"

"Mmmph...I hate it."

"Yeah, but you pretend pretty well."

And he was pretty sure that the 'pretending' was starting to fade, just like the bull had started to look rather disappointed when he wasn't going to get fucked in the ass on their recent 'visits.' The more he messed with the cuck, the more the bull bent to his desires.

It had been random chance that he had found out that Jamison was getting cucked by his wife, and by more than a few of the different gym members that they both knew. It was sheer luck that he'd found out, gotten it confirmed, and been able to rile up the bull enough to get him to agree to their current arrangement. And it was his own skill that had gotten him in a position to let him break the great big stud down into nothing more than a bitch for his knot.

It had been a month, now, and things were better than ever.

Marcus heard the sound of footsteps in another room, and he chuckled as Jamison almost jumped to his feet. He lifted one foot, putting it down on the bull's shoulders, keeping him in place as the click, click, click of high heels filled his ears. It was the sound of the bull's wife, Julia, coming down the hall.

"She's going to see me...let me up, please, let me up!"

He ignored the begging bull, just giving himself a couple more strokes rather than letting go. The Doberman had no intention of hiding what he was doing. Not that he ever had, of course; Julia had been one of the first people he'd informed about their little relationship.

Heh, she's a better friend than you, after all, he thought, looking the bull in the eyes. Fear, humiliation, and just a bit of excitement burned in those orbs, begging to be let go, as another part begged to be kept right where he was. The Doberman was more inclined to listen to the latter part.

So, instead of letting his 'friend' up, he brought his other foot off the ground, slid it around the bull's shoulder, and dragged the little heifer right back down. He could feel Jamison protesting, but for all his muscles, his will was shot. The bull went right back down, sucking him all the way down to his knot.

And that, right then and there, was when Julia opened the door.

Marcus waved at her amiably, but her eyes were all for her husband, staring at him as he remained pinned down on his knees, his mouth wrapped around the Doberman's thick dick. Even he was having a hard time keeping a straight face as the woman watched her husband sucking him, biting his lip to keep from moaning until he could get himself under control.

The pantheress just kept staring, her eyes locked on him and her husband, and he knew then that she hadn't entirely believed him about what he was doing to Jamison. She'd probably thought he was getting teased, that Marcus had been working him up and getting him all sorts of riled up for when she wanted to play with him. Heh, the truth was quite a bit different, as she was now finding.

He leaned back, thrusting his knot against his bitch's lips, and cocked his head at the feline in the doorway.

"You wanted something, Julia?"

"Mmmph..."

"Don't talk, Jamison. It's not your place right now."

The bull whimpered, particularly as the feline walked over to the pair of them. It took the Doberman a moment to be completely comfortable with the woman standing beside him, particularly as he was naked from the waist down and his cock was jammed down her husband's throat. It was a gamble, a good one, but a gamble depending on how she reacted to seeing her husband sucking cock. He rubbed the bull's head, teasing him, keeping him in his place.

"You actually got him doing this?"

"This? I've got this heifer doing a lot more, since you're keeping busy with your replacement 'bulls'."

He chuckled.

"You wanna see what he's willing to do, huh? I mean, it's not like he's going to be touching you anytime soon."

"Well, particularly not since he's figured it out. I've been trying to come up with a good way to tell him, but..."

"Heh, Julia. He's a broken little heifer of a thing. Look at him. He's been sucking my cock for weeks now, and that first night I asked you about it? He took it up the ass like a slut that's been doing it for years."

Jamison lowed against his cock, making a mooing, pained sound like he wanted to protest. Marcus just reached down and pulled the bull that much tighter to his dick, keeping him right where he belonged. Julia just gasped, turning her head from her husband to him and back again.

"He...he really took it up the ass?"

"Took it, and moaned for more. Didn't you, you little ass-slut?"

"He...wow."

Julia was blushing, he realized, and the dark-colored fur turning red was a rather nice look on her. He supposed she didn't think about how much her husband would change if he found out about her cheating, or what it would be like to see him on his knees with his lips wrapped around another man's cock. Marcus certainly hadn't thought about how much hotter it was to show it off, and found himself wondering something else.

How hot would it be to break him down like this in front of the whole gym?

The deal was that Jamison would be able to keep pleasuring him, keep taking it up the ass and doing what he was told, and no straight guys would ever find out from Marcus how much of a slut the heifer's wife was. The fact that he was getting this turned on now, though, and thinking this much about how it would feel to put the bull in his place in front of others...

Mmmph...maybe I should have made a different deal.

He groaned as he pushed the bull back, letting him have a chance to talk. As soon as his lips popped free of the Doberman's dick, though, Marcus oozed a bit of pre, squirting it out over the bull's muzzle. Jamison blushed, and his wife chuckled.

"Heh, you know, you look better with that. Maybe I should get Marcus to cum on your face more often."

"Honey, please...you know...you know I can do more for you. If you'd just talk to me -"

"Talk with you about what? About how much I need someone different than you? How you're too nice? How you just keep going to the gym and focusing on your body rather than focusing on mine?"

Marcus was going to step in, but the way that Julia looked down at her husband, he could tell that this was a rant that was a long time in coming. And while he had never had a relationship with a woman, he knew one thing for sure. One did not get in between two squabbling spouses.

She pushed him back, almost getting into the Doberman's lap herself as she got between him and the bull.

"You think that you are going to get me to pay attention to you again just because you're getting miserable? I can see that bulge in your pants, Mr. I can see how you're getting off to sucking someone else. Heh, maybe that's why you were never good enough. You were just thinking of too much dick to ever get into working me up to the right level of pleasure."

"Heh, I doubt that's it," Marcus muttered.

"Yeah? Let me see."

"What?" Jamison gasped.

"Let me see him fuck you, 'honey.' Let me see how you act when you're on the bottom, getting a big fat cock rammed up your ass. I'll bet you're a lot louder and moan more for his dick than you ever did for my pussy."

For all that he had expected to humiliate his 'friend' in front of his wife like this, Marcus had to admit that this was something that had never gotten far in his fantasies. But the Doberman wasn't going to miss the opportunity. He grinned, standing up and shucking his pants off the rest of the way, his cock bobbing up and down. Jamison looked between them, from wife to master to wife again, and the bull whimpered.

Now that he had a good chance to look at the kneeling bovine, he could see that his old 'friend' was hard as a rock. Those pants were barely holding together, trying to fall apart and let that dick out, and he was more than willing to help out. But first...

He grabbed his bitch, swinging the bull up and around towards the bed behind the chair. Jamison went with no resistance, flopping over it, and only started to squirm when Marcus reached down and started pulling at his pants.

"What are you doing?"

"Julia wants to see you fucked? She's gonna see you fucked."

"But what about -"

"You don't need to get out of these pants. I'll just rip 'em open for this."

It wasn't the easiest thing in the world, but the pants ripped for him after a couple of tries. Dragging his claws through the remaining threads that blocked the bull's ass, he ran his fingers between the cheeks, pulling them apart. Julia leaned in, staring as well, and Jamison buried his head into the blankets. The Doberman pointed at the twitching, stretched pucker between the cheeks, chuckling.

"See that?"

"Fucking hell..."

"Yeah, that's what I've been doing to him. This little heifer makes the best moans when he's getting slammed by my knot."

"Have you been knot-fucking him or something? He's so loose."

"Heh, nah. I'm just that big."

She looked down, and for the first time, his cock dwindled slightly. It wasn't anything against her, but...well, gay meant gay. She chuckled.

"Pity you aren't bi, at least. I could use something like that..."

"Heh, why don't you call that horse lover of yours? I bet you'll want something big after watching this."

"Honey, please...you...you can't just...I know now. Can't you stop?"

"No chance in hell, 'honey.' This is what I am, now. And if you think that just knowing what I do is making me stop, you're dead wrong. I'm not even slowing down."

The pantheress laughed as she pulled back, shifting the chair off to the side as Marcus pulled his attention back to the ass in front of him. He was already all lubed up. All that he needed to do was make sure that his former friend was the same.

Licking his lips, he dived in, putting his effort into the task at hand. His fingers dug into the bull's ass cheeks, keeping them spread wide apart, and his tongue lashed out, flicking across the bull's pucker and then over it again, and again, and again. Each little lick brought that heady taste of sweat and musk to his mouth, a little hot and raspy and bitter, but no less strong and wonderful for all that.

He stroked his cock with one hand, letting one cheek come back together, but his tongue never stopped. The bull moaned under him, biting it back and whimpering every time that he did it, but the moans were coming. Coming loud and strong, too, stronger than that first night. Every little encounter the two of them had enjoyed had weakened Jamison's inhibitions, making the bull more eager every time that they had their fun.

Or rather, when he had his. He dragged his tongue over the wrinkled pucker, feeling the skin stretch with his licks, and then pressed down on it with his tongue. It bent inwards, flexing, then pulsing against his tongue, begging for more. He felt the little gap in the center, where the hole had learned to stretch and never fully close. Smirking, he pressed at it again, and again, each time feeling the bull moan and shiver, shaking from head to toe.

All the while, Julia watched from the side, and he could hear her enjoying herself massively. He shoved his nose further in, drowning out the scent of her need with the scent of the bull in front of him.

"Please, no, not...not in front of her. This is....isn't fair!"

"You think it's fair that I gotta put up with your ridiculous ass every time that you lay over me? You think it's fair that I have to deal with having to lay there, unsatisfied, every time?"

"You...you could have...told me."

"Heh, not that it would have made a difference. It isn't that you won't, I bet. It's that you can't."

Marcus didn't even have to say anything. All he had to do was listen, and enjoy. He could feel the pulsing and the twitching from the bull's asshole, knew that on some level, Jamison was getting off on his wife's torment. The Doberman chuckled, knowing that his cock was going to enjoy this ride. He was going to fuck this guy right over the edge, and in front of his wife. He was going to show just how far the big muscle-stud had fallen.

Giving one last thrust of his tongue past that rim before pulling out, he dragged himself a bit further up. His tapered, pointed cock ground between the muscular ass cheeks, and the sudden clenching made him grin, telling him that he was going to get a hell of a ride out of the bull beneath him. He squeezed those ass cheeks, teasing them, pulling at them before he lowered the tip of his cock right to that twitching pucker.

"Heh, you never could hide how much you loved this, heifer."

"Mmmph...please...anything...anything but this..."

"Heh, anything?"

"Anything, I'll do anything, just don't fuck me in front of her..."

He looked over at Julia. The pantheress had her hands down her pants, and she was looking almost disappointed in him that he'd stopped. But...

This is the perfect opportunity. He's already agreed. I just gotta do this right.

Making a gesture to show that he'd make it happen another time, Marcus got her to leave. As the door shut behind them, and the sound of a car driving in filled his ears, he leaned forward.

"You owe me...you owe me big."

"I know...I know."

"Then push back on me, heifer. Fuck yourself on my cock like the bitch you are."

Jamison did just what he was told to do, grinding back and impaling himself on the Doberman's shaft. As the sounds of the wife greeting her lover filled the hallway, the bull clenched down all the tighter, but he pushed himself back harder than ever. Marcus could feel the difference, and more, he enjoyed it. He leaned back, not having to do any work as the bull fucked himself hard and fast, thrusting his hips backwards, slamming his ass down on the Doberman's lap, making himself into the perfect little bitch of a sex toy.

He reached out now and then, spanking that beefy ass, feeling the muscles clenching tighter whenever he made contact. Every time that he was sheathed in that ass, when his knot pushed against that tensing, puckering ring, he felt his pleasure rise, and he moaned. He let the bull do the work, let his bitch humiliate himself in the process, and moaned louder, and louder.

"Heh, you think that your wife's enjoying her latest lover? Think that she's getting off as hard as you are?"

The bull whimpered, clenching down harder than ever, and the Doberman grunted for a moment, having to hold back from cumming too soon.

"Think that she's going to scream for him? Or do you think you're going to scream for me, again? Scream so loud that they'll hear you getting bred like the bitch heifer you are, clenching down around a cock like a bitch in heat?"

"Mmmph!"

He loved this. He loved the feeling of that twitching, soft hole squeezing down on him, and even more, he loved the feeling of utter ownership he had over the bull, the power that he had to claim this little slut the way that he wanted, to turn Jamison into something more than a muscular guy at the gym. To warp him, break him, make him into something...better. Something sexier.

Something that belonged to him.

So hard, so horny, there was nothing to hold Marcus back. He let the bull keep fucking him, let Jamison build himself right to the edge, and then, when there was nothing that could hold him back, he thrust forward. His knot slammed into that well-practiced hole, and without any resistance, slammed in. No pop, no seal, just a sudden filling with something much thicker than the rest of the shaft.

As he'd threatened, he made the bull scream. Jamison threw back his head, letting out a bellow of pleasure, and the bull's cock throbbed, spitting all over the insides of his pants. The Doberman's pleasure came next, shooting deep inside of his bovine bitch, filling him to the brim, splashing back against his knot and trying to get out. Some little bit did, from how much he'd loosened the muscled bull up, and he grinned as he felt it sputtering, sliding, oozing out of that hole and down his balls. Maybe he'd make Jamison lick it up, later.

He chuckled, slowly sliding back, letting his cock pop free, and he sat down to watch the ooze.

"Heh, ripped pants look good on you, heifer. Maybe I should replace all those briefs of yours with jocks, though. Make you wear it to work so I can pop by and enjoy your ass, there."

"Mmph...nnngh...you...you bastard..."

"You love it."

He spanked the bull, and stood up, stretching his arms over his head. That had been a good first round. Now he just needed to hydrate himself again, and he could go for round two. And it wasn't like Jamison was going anywhere...

The End