Bully-boy 2
#2 of Bully-boy
"One moment bully-boy." Camnus said nodding towards several large trees just off the path. I followed him over to wondering at his intention. Bracing himself with one arm against a tree he unceremoniously flopped his still chubby cock out from behind his loincloth. I wasn't sure of he know I was watching but he slowly pulled back his skin exposing his knob. Camnus ran his paw up and down the length of his cock a couple of time before starting to piss with a grunt. I couldn't help but stare as he massaged his shaft as his pissed. Leaning back he reached out and grabbed me by the base of my tail and pulled me over to him roguishly.
"If you need to go now is the time." The look in his eye was warm as ever but there was something else now. It was harder, insistent." I took a spot next to him began to untie my loincloth. My fingers fumbled the knot. Giving up I just fish my cock out the side. The falling snow and frozen air had tempered my hard-on. It was plump but not hard as I pulled it out. Almost instinctively, like Camnus I started to stroke it before pissing. Under the dark cover of the trees I could see little but my eyes kept wandering to his loins. It was infuriating being so close but seeing nothing except the vague outline of his thick manhood. I watched him shake it a few times and turn to leave. I flinched as he smacked my rump as he hurried back. I finished up and tucked my cock back in as fast as I could.
Camnus was adjusting his loincloths awkwardly as I met back up with him. "This way Bully-boy. It will be nice and warm on a cold night" He said leading us far behind his home.
I was surprised when I realized he was leading me to one of the many hot springs so common here in the north. Camnus had apparently built his home nearly. I was stunned by the craftsmanship of his baths. It wasn't palatial like the ones in the capitol my father once described to me, but it was by far the largest baths I had ever seen. Even the common bath in my village wasn't that large. The whole area was smooth hewn stone not tile. Carved right into the earth were benches and steps leading into the bath. There was little decoration except a few oil lamps that softly lit our way.
Going from the cold snow to the warm stone was heavenly. "You built this Canmus?" I asked skeptically. It would have taken years for one person to carve it all.
"No, no boy. This home has been in the Golan family for generations. I added a few touches here and there but not much. It took almost 50 years just to smooth the stone." He said, amused.
Looking around I saw several benches but no screens to hide your modesty. Suddenly I became very worried. "Where do I get undressed?
Camnus just gave me an intrigued look and laughed heartily when I began to flush. Slowly untied his loincloth and let it fall at his feet. His paw was kneading his large package. His cock was quickly stiffening. It was flopping lazily flopping from side to side as his hand tugged and rubbed his manhood. His sack hung low and his balls rolled gently in his paw as he played with them. Never once did he take his eyes off of me. I could tell he was expecting me to follow suit. For a moment I just stared before my shame took over and I turned my back to him.
I felt more than heard him pad over to me. "Now don't go getting shy on me now. Besides we can't go getting your only clothes wet, or you will have to spend the whole night naked." His big arms were not wrapped around me tightly from behind.
His paws ran down my sides stirring something inside me; I trembled. He stopped at my hips and slipped his thumbs into my loincloth. My stifled yelp came out as a soft moan as he drew then down to my ankles. Had he not been behind me, Camnus would have been in full view of my hard cock as it sprang from my loincloth. Knowing he had to have felt it spring free filled me with a potent mix of dread and lust. Camnus lingered kneeling down behind me while I kicked my loincloth free. His hot breath caressed my rump and reduced me to acting like a weak kneed virgin.
Embarrassed, cold, and vulnerable I was whimpering as he stood. Camnus' big paws wrapped around my by body and engulfed my manhood. I moaned when he pulled back my skin stroking my full length painfully slow. My moans turned to a throaty growl when he began to fondle me. I nearly collapsed as I felt one of his large fingers run down the base of my tail and press against my tender hole. I hadn't even realized I was raising it for him.
For only a moment he pleasured me while I stood there in his arms whimpering and moaning to his touch, but it was enough. Teased and tormented, for nearly an hour my young blood boiled when I felt his paws on me. I shook as started to come. I he stopped and softly whispered, "Not yet Bully-boy." but was too late. The first spurt of cum ran down my cock covering his hand. Camnus started stroking me again hard, encouraging streams of cum to spurt from my cock.
"Did you cum for me boy?" He growled in a low sexy voice. I couldn't move I was limp in his arms, while his paw stroked my softening manhood now slick with my seed.
I nodded looking shame faced. He was still playing with my sticky cum and nibbling at my neck as I squirmed uncomfortably.
"None of that now Bully-boy." He said giving my ear a nip. "I know your true colors. You loved every second of that, and there was nothing wrong with it. Right now I think we both need a bath." He made his point wiping my cum onto my belly.
Gently he began tugging at me. Leading me into the bath into the bath by my cock, Camnus let me sink down into the water before releasing his grip. I laid back, closed my eyes and drifted, enjoying the hot bath. For a long while we sat there enjoying the kind of silence you only hear on a cold snow fallen night. On the sound of snow falling from the tree disturbed its perfection. I never wanted to leave.
Hearing something disturb the water I opened my eyes to see Camnus looking down on me. "You have done, this before haven't you. With men I mean." Relaxed, and comfortable by courage came unbidden. "It is just...I mean... I never have."
"Yes Rollan, I have. You are the first in a long while though. Not many visitors come to see someone like me, let alone ones who want my touch." He said unexpectedly glum.
I blinked; I could not imagine not wanting the virile ice bear. His powerful arms made me feel weak as a maiden when they wrapped around me. His big belly and round ass thrilled me when I caught even a glimpse of them. I was a strong bull, a grown man, and would have I lifted my tail for his ample manhood without a thought.
My face must have betrayed my disbelief because he laughed. "Not everyone shares your tastes boy. Believe it or not fat old smiths are not most men's first choice."
"Can you read me that clearly?" I asked.
"When you are hung like that the signs get pretty easy to ready Bully-boy." He said giving my cock a squeeze.
"Hey" I swatted at his hand half heartedly. Before I could retaliate he sat me up so I was facing him.
"Business now, that can wait. You are welcome here as long as you like. I will train you, feed you, and cloth you. When you do leave you will hopefully be a better smith then when you arrived. For your part I expect you to learn, follow my instructions to the letter, and work harder than you ever have before. I use strict discipline in the workshop; this is hard and dangerous work."
I snorted at the thought of him punishing a grown bull. "Like bend me over your knee?" The steely look he shot back sent a chill down my back.
"If I have to, yes. Then again if I have to make sure I get my point across that badly..." He trailed off but his glare remained. "I wish I could say what happened between us didn't help me make this decision but I would be lying. You are a strong young bull, with hot blood in his veins and seed in his loins. I would be a fool to pass you up."
I don't exactly remember how I responded, just that when my downcast eyes rose up to meet his, Camnus had not a shred of doubt on his face.
"Enough of that now. I still need a bath and an apprentice who needs his first order." He said with a warm smile.
I shot him back a stupid grin. "Yes sir."
"Now get me that bucket over there and the lye soap." He said pointing to the edge of the bath. He climbed out of the bath and stood next to the edge. I returned with the lye soap trying not to notice I was now eye level with his groin.
"What now?" I asked half expecting a lusty response.
Beckoning me out of the water with him, me dumped the bucket over his head and began to rub his body briskly with a chunk of the soap. "It is colder than hell out here like this boy. Help me soap up so I can get back in the water."
Hesitantly I grabbed a chunk and began to rub a sooty spot on his back. "You can do it harder than that can't you boy?"
I really dug into his back scrubbing out the black soot. "Better?"
"Mmm...much. Just keep at it." He said as he continued to scrub his face and belly. I was a little shocked when he spread his legs and started to wash his balls and cock. His paw occasionally slipped into his crack, working up foamy lather. I knelled down behind him and started to scrub his legs. I was enjoying watch him scrub his manhood but I quickly realized somehow that felt wrong. I should have been doing that for him. I slipped back into the bath and knelt between his spread thighs. He saw me reaching for his thick shaft and nodded with a grin. Letting me take over Camnus groaned and relaxed as I began to stroke his thick shaft with both hands.
I was rewarded with a low throaty growl. "Mmmm keep that up Bully-boy just like that." The ice bears thrust his hips instinctively into my paws.
Back home I had taken another man sex into my hands, but with Camnus was intoxicatingly new. The soft skin of his hood rolled gently down the shaft exposing the pink tip with every down stroke. Even by bull standards he was large, both of my paws easily played up and down the length of his snowy white cock.
He began to grunt and pant as a pleased him. I was both elated and somewhat fearful that his peak was close. My pawing slowed and his big hand encircled my own pulling it off of his cock. Stopping to caress my chest along the way his paw wandered up my side, resting firmly on my back of my head then with a smirk on his lips shifted to grip one of my horns. Tugging no so gently down, I quickly saw what he planned for me. I didn't resist. The ice bears stiffness pointing right at my face. He pulled me in so close I could feel the heat of his manhood on my lips.
"Suck it." The two words hung between us. It was clearly an order but I hesitated, flush with embarrassment. Yes, young bulls toyed with each other's cocks but this was different. A real bull would never take a man into his mouth. Far worse to crave it as I did. For a moment I wordlessly I protested. Looking up I expected to see a smiling, kind, and understanding Camnus. Instead I saw an impatient master waiting to be satisfied. God, how I wanted to satisfy him. I was just waiting to submit, to go over that edge.
His voice was firm and terse "Suck it." The words repeated tore down a wall inside me. This time I did not hesitate, I did not think. Grasp his cock by the base took his manhood into my mouth. I sucked and licked his length. My paws toyed with his sack and cock, as my tongue and mouth teased his sheath and pink knob. I worshiped him.
Camnus moaned and writhed but did not cum. I was eager and he his endurance fueled me on. My own cock was hard again feebly I started to stroke my cock.
Pulling my hand from my cock, he growled "Not until I say you can Bully-boy. You come when I say so."
Thoroughly chastised, I obeyed and it only made me harder. Back then I couldn't have told you why.
I returned to his cock aroused and frustrated. His hips bucked and his driving hard length deeper into my muzzle. Thrilled, I worked hard to make him come. I wanted his cock deep in my mouth. Groaning he writhed and arched his back.
With no warning the ice bear was standing while I kneeled in front of him his cock still in my lips. Two strong paws steadied my head and he fucked my mouth. Tears welled in my eyes as he shoved his thick length into my throat. I had never felt so helpless, or so aroused. Harder and harder he thrust into me until I was whimpering like a calf. Pressed against my face I could feel his balls tighten as he came. With a sharp thrust his cock flared and his hot cum spurted into my muzzle.
His manhood still buried deep in my mouth I tried not to swallow his seed out of reflex. I am sure he could feel me trying not to gag. Pulling back he filled my muzzle with thick ropes of cum. When he finished he stepped back pulling his wet sticky cock from my lips. My mouth still full of his cum I looked up to see Camnus's grinning face. Gently he stroked my neck and shoulder, somehow it was a firm reminder that I was still on my knees in front of him for a reason. I didn't have to be ordered to swallow I could see it in his eyes he was waiting for something. After the demeaning myself for him already, how could I not? I was his now, this was just a reminder. I swallowed sheepishly as he watched.
Helping me up, I was pulled into a tight hug. "Well done Bully-boy." His praise whispered in my ear.