Anything For Love - Part 1

While walking to his boyfriend's house, Elliot couldn't help but ponder what a beautiful day it was. The sun was just beginning to kiss the horizon in front of him, and the whole world around him was bathed in a warm orange glow. Fluffy clouds left beautiful autumn-coloured patterns across the sky, children squealed and laughed as they chased each other around nearby houses, and plump birds sang pretty songs in the trees. The red-brown goat smiled as he wandered along a neighbourhood path, stopping to pat a kitty atop a mailbox and feel its purr. He imitated its purr back and giggled to himself as he continued walking.

More than he'd ever been, Elliot was happy with his life. A large part of that was thanks to his boyfriend, a purple raccoon called Ryke. Elliot couldn't believe how lucky he was most days. The raccoon helped him deal with his anxiety and self-doubt. He encouraged Elliot as the goat nervously started going to university again. And he supported him to get out of the house and do things that he enjoyed. He gave Elliot's life meaning when he had none. He made Elliot's life feel worthwhile.

On top of that, Ryke was beautiful. Like, the show your friends a picture and they gasp and squeal and get jealous over how beautiful he is sort of beautiful. The goat felt dizzy and swoony whenever he looked at his boyfriend. He couldn't believe someone like Ryke was with someone like him. He couldn't understand what he'd done to deserve someone like his boyfriend.

He never felt like he was much of a catch himself -- he was awkward, lanky, and goofy looking. And internally, he was nervous and neurotic. But the coon brought out the best in him. He made Elliot a better person. They'd been boyfriends almost two years now, and each day had been better than the last.

He grasped a jewelry box in his pants pocket to remind himself that he was actually going to propose to Ryke, and he grinned as he thought about it.

Though he'd be embarrassed to admit it, he was also excited about having sex for the first time once they tied the knot. Ryke had as nice a body as he did a face, and the thought of he and his boyfriend together in bed, kissing and pressing their bodies against each other kept him awake some nights. Occasionally, he couldn't help but masturbate to his fantasies, even though he felt guilty and sinful when he did.

He wanted to get married before having sex, and his virginity was very important to him. After waiting for years, he was finally ready to commit to someone. He couldn't imagine ever wanting to be with someone more than he did Ryke. It sent a buzz of excitement through his body whenever he thought about it.

He came up to his boyfriend's house and knocked on the door. His heart fluttered a little at the prospect of seeing his boyfriend's face again. He waited for Ryke to open the door.

No answer.

He knocked again.

No answer.

He looked inside a window but it was dark inside the house. Ryke wasn't home. Weird. He usually was on Friday nights.

Elliot frowned. He'd been so looking forward to seeing him, just hanging out on the couch to watch Netflix or something. They hadn't seen each other for days, and had hardly spoken in that time. And Ryke had sent short replies to Elliot's texts, so he seemed to have been busy. Elliot was going to surprise him by dropping by tonight, ordering pizza, and chilling out with him.

Oh well, he'd try to call him tomorrow.

He headed home.

* * *

It was starting to get dark when Elliot got back to his place, the shades of orange outside turning to blue and grey. As pulled his keys out of his pocket and fumbled around for the one that opened the front door, he was thinking that if he hurried, he'd have time to take his pet husky for a quick run around the neighbourhood before it got too late.

When he opened the door and stepped inside, his hoof slipped across the floor just a little, atop a piece of paper that had been inserted under his door. He picked it up and noticed writing on one side.

I HAVE YOUR BOYFRIEND

I WANT TO MAKE A DEAL

COME TO THIS ADDRESS ALONE

IF YOU TELL ANYONE

HE DIES

Elliot gasped. He dropped the paper and it twisted in circles as it fell through the air, gliding onto the floor with the writing face down. On the opposite side was a map with a location circled.

The goat's heart started racing as anxiety and fear flooded through him. He bit into his fist and whimpered, "Fuck, oh no, please no".

He lingered in the doorway, breathing heavily for a moment as he thought about what to do. He was a coward! He couldn't do this. He couldn't have a job interview without having a panic attack. How could he handle something serious like this?

Hiding his face behind his hands, he fell to his knees, shaking. The movement knocked the purple velvet jewelry box out of his pocket. It tumbled across the floor and the lid fell open. The engagement ring nestled within stared at him.

Elliot stared back, and after a moment, his quivering hands turned to firm fists. He nodded to himself, the decision made.

Ryke made life worth living.

He got up and grabbed his car keys off the wall hook, then ran outside to his garage, snatching up the map to his boyfriend and the ring he was determined to give him along the way.

* * *

As Elliot arrived at the building circled on the map in his car, he saw that it looked like an old factory or warehouse. It must have been abandoned for years, as many of its windows were broken, and tall tangles of weeds bordered the walls. It was in a secluded location, and though there were light poles outside, none of them were powered on. As it was getting dark by now, Elliot had to use the light on his phone to find a way through the metal wire fence surrounding place, and navigate his way to a door leading inside the building.

He took a few deep breaths, then had to give the door a huge shove to get it to screech open.

At the end of a cold corridor leading into a much larger space, he saw flickering lights coming from somewhere out of sight. He walked through dense dust lit by the torch on his phone, and coughed into his elbow. Hands shaking, jaw clenched, and heart hammering against his chest, he walked into the huge room beyond the hallway, surrounded by darkness.

In the large open room, there were endless rows of empty shelves where crates must have been stored sometime in the past. A few rusty barrels here and there had been stuffed with paper and wood, and set on fire, providing light in the abandoned building. He was definitely in the right place. Someone else was here.

The goat wandered along the shelves, the air cold and musty, looking for Ryke but too nervous to summon the breath to call out his name.

Suddenly, at the end of a row to his left, he saw a figure bound to a chair in an open space, near a stone-circle fire on the floor. He started running instantly. He left the shelves behind, burst into the open space, and approached his boyfriend.

Something smacked him in the head.

He fell backwards, thumping against the ground.

Did time pass? He couldn't tell.

He saw lights that mightn't have been there. His head spun in a daze. He felt his body move along the cold stone floor. He was being dragged. There was a splitting pain where he'd been struck. He couldn't see anything. Then he could see again. A fire in front of him. He saw his own arms and legs below him.

Elliot groaned and tried to crawl forward, feeling a general need to just get away.

"Hurk!"

Something caught around his neck, and he fell backwards, choking. Vision still spinning, he reached up and his fingers found the metal collar around his neck. Then he traced a metal chain leading from it to a hook in the wall behind him. He was leashed.

"About time, boy", said a deep, deep voice.

Elliot felt a chill run down his body as the waves of sound hit him. He rubbed his eyes and tried to blink away the blurriness as he looked up again.

Then he saw a couch. Lying casually on top of it was a huge brown monster of muscles -- a beast of a bull, with pecs like half-basketballs, thighs each thicker and heavier than Elliot himself, and a neck like a tree trunk.

The bull was fully naked.

And fully erect.

His slippery cockhead glinted atop a baseball bat of cock -- a bat you could beat a horse to death with. His chunky legs were spread, showing off a hairy sack that held two balls the size of babies' skulls. And his muscled arms looked like they could easily crush ... well, other furs.

The bovine wrapped a massive hand around the base of his monsterhood and flopped it back and forth. "I was just starting to get bored of playing with myself", he said, his voice low, dirty and intense as it echoed off into the darkness of the huge open room. "But now we can play together".

Elliot gulped and looked away, blushing intensely. He was a virgin. He didn't watch porn. He didn't look at penises. The sexual obscenity splayed out in front of him was enough to make him feel sick to his stomach, as if he didn't already have enough to be deathly horrified about.

There was a muffled whimper to the side, and Elliot looked up in a start. His heart almost leapt out of his ribcage towards Ryke when he saw the raccoon tied to a metal chair, mouth taped shut, squirming, beautiful eyes full of fear and despair.

The goat's face drooped in anguish. Then he took a deep, trembling breath and forced himself to look back at his captor, trying to focus only on the bull's horned face and not the horn between his legs.

"L-let my b-boyfriend go!" Elliot yelled.

The bull didn't flinch. If anything, he grew more still, more intense. His large eyes burned with the light of the nearby fire as he stared at the goat. To Elliot, they may as well have been lasers, because he felt like they carved him into pieces.

"Listen to me boy, because I mean what I say", the bovine said. "If you do as you're told, I'll release your lover, and he can leave. But If you don't do exactly what I tell you..." He moved his hand up his cock slowly, inch after inch after inch of fat, veiny cock meat. "...I kill him with this. Understood?"

Elliot glanced at the horrifying weapon and took a despairing breath. "Und-understood".

The bull gave a small smile. "Good boy".

The goat looked to his boyfriend and felt a sense of resolve. Ryke was his angel. He was his life. He would protect him.

"Get naked", the bull said.

Elliot looked back at his captor and swallowed hard, hoping he had misheard the bull. He hadn't.

"Undress yourself. I won't ask again", the beast continued.

Blushing, the goat moved a quivering hand to the base of his shirt, and slowly pulled it over his head and then through the collar. As he did, he felt a deep sense of shame. He was incredibly embarrassed of his body and its weird proportions. He never went to the pool, never got undressed in public, and was hesitant to even take his top off around Ryke, even though the coon showed him nothing but love and reassurance and giggled dismissively at his bodily concerns.

Under the eyes of this monster of muscle and masculinity, he felt like a pathetic little baby.

He undid the button to his shorts while tears began running down his muzzle. As the shorts came off, he hunched over his knees in an attempt to hide his ugly chest with his arms, and he bent his legs inwards. He had never felt so fragile and vulnerable. All that was left was his underwear, a pair of blue briefs.

No one had seen his private parts since he was a child. He loathed his small testicles, and his too-tight foreskin. And although he hadn't seen many penises to compare his to, he knew he was ashamed of his size.

Placing a finger inside his waistband, he hesitated. Ryke had never seen his penis. He felt not just the burn of the bovine's eyes, but of his boyfriend's. Not just fear, but shame.

"Take them off", the bull ordered.

"I... I... I...", Elliot stuttered. He tried to move his hand. He couldn't. This was so wrong. A sick nightmare. He froze.

For too long.

With a heavy sigh, like a parent disappointed in their child, the muscular bull stood up. Elliot recoiled as the beast moved towards him, pulling his knees in close to his body in fear. But the gigantic brute clopped past, lumbering towards Ryke instead.

"I mean what I say", the bull said, as though he was talking to an insolent child.

All too late, Ryke realised his mistake. "Stop!" he screamed. "Stop! Don't hurt him! I'll take them off!"

The bull stopped next to the raccoon, his imposing back and bulging ass facing Elliot, while his huge bull balls hung down between his legs. He raised a powerful arm to the side.

"Please, no! I'm sorry!" the goat yelled desperately, his heart exploding.

SMACK.

With dreadful force, the monster hit Ryke across the face so hard the coon and his chair toppled onto the floor. Elliot heard his boyfriend scream behind his gag, and the sound pierced his heart. He ripped his briefs off and threw them towards the bull, where they landed at the beast's hooves.

"I'm naked!" he screamed, his voice quickly turning to a sob. "I'm... naked".

The bovine turned slowly, his deadly cock still arching through the air in front of him, and inspected the goat. Giving what seemed like a snort of approval, he pulled Ryke back into a sitting position by his thick purple hair. The raccoon muffled an extended groan of pain, lowered his head and sobbed. Elliot felt his boyfriend's pain as though it had happened to him.

The bull strolled back to the couch and sat down, legs spread wide to give his fat balls plenty of room. "I hope you've learnt your lesson. If you disobey me again, I fuck his throat through his ass".

Elliot swallowed and nodded, arms wrapped around his legs.

The bull leant forward and smirked. "Now spread your legs out. Show me your goods".

This time Elliot moved right away for fear of earning his boyfriend another beating. He pushed his long, lanky legs away from his body, and, with only a moment of hesitation, lifted his hands away from his private parts.

"Mmmmm", the beast groaned slowly, eyes widening with some form of excitement. "That's a good boy".

Elliot grimaced with so much shame it was painful. It only got worse when the muscle monster started stroking his sloppy cock and groaning in a low voice, his dark eyes staring straight at Elliot's most personal and intimate area, and seemingly taking a great deal of pleasure at violating his privacy and humiliating him.

"Good boy", the bull repeated in a low breath.

Elliot couldn't even bring himself to look at Ryke, he just closed his eyes and wished it was all over. He didn't know if his boyfriend could see the goat fully on display and was somewhere, in some part of the raccoon's mind, disappointed with what he saw.

After too long, a noise prompted him to open his eyes again. He saw the bull leaning over to fetch a huge bottle of water from beside the couch. The bottle was huge, and it had to hold at least a gallon of liquid. The goat watched curiously as the bull undid the lid and raised the bottle to his mouth. Without stopping, he emptied the bottle in massive gulps before crushing the plastic in his hand and tossing it to the side with a loud burp.

Then he repeated the action with another bottle.

And another.

He couldn't have been that thirsty.

The beast's gut had expanded until it was round like a beach ball, and he rubbed the stretched brown skin slowly and sensually. The bovine ogled Elliot for a while in a way that made the naked goat feel anxious, as though a number of thoughts were running through his mind. Then, eventually, the bull pulled something else out and tossed it at him. Elliot's phone. He didn't realise it had been stolen from his pockets. He caught it between his legs, it almost hitting him in the junk.

A horrifying realisation flashed through his mind, and he grabbed at his other pockets. His engagement ring -- Ryke's ring -- was missing. The bull seemed not to notice the dismay that punched the goat in the chest, because he kept speaking. "Show me the code to unlock your phone".

Without much choice, Elliot traced the correct pattern with his finger on the unlock screen, before the bovine gestured for him to hand the phone back. The bull closed and opened the phone again, probably to check that Elliot had shown him the right pattern. He displayed an evil smile when it worked. "Good boy".

As the bull occupied himself with invading Elliot's privacy, probably looking through his social media accounts, texts, and photos, the mass of muscle reclined back and propped a leg up on the couch. His cock -- still disturbingly hard -- oozed with precum. The goat realised that the heady, musky scent he occasionally caught a whiff of was likely coming from the bull's cock slit. He curled his nose up at the thought of such a disgusting sexual smell invading his nostrils.

Suddenly, the bull said in what sounded like a curious tone, "You have an app for your bank account on here".

Elliot nodded, his heart sinking in anticipation of what he would hear next.

"What's the code for accessing your bank account?" in a tone that was no longer curious but instead deadly serious.

The goat felt tears well up in his eyes anew, as he solemnly relayed his access PIN. The monster sniggered seconds later as his eyes lit up at the screen. He now had access to all of Elliot's money.

It wasn't a huge amount, but it was everything the goat had been able to save for the last six months.

It was to go towards his wedding and his honeymoon.

He'd wanted to take Ryke somewhere overseas, just to a nice beach somewhere, with privacy. Nothing overly fancy, just somewhere they could relax and chill out together. He'd imagined them having a nice dinner together under the sunset, the waves lapping at their feet until it got too chilly and they'd have to go inside. Then they'd snuggle under a rug, kissing each other, keeping warm by pressing their bodies together, hands crawling down each other's bodies...

"Good boy", the bull said.

Elliot choked back a sob. He looked at his boyfriend, and felt his honeymoon fantasy crumble as the bull stomped all over it.

After a while, the bull tucked Elliot's phone behind a couch cushion, walked over, and unhooked the chain attached to his collar from the wall. Then, like he was leading a dog, he brought Elliot over to the couch where he lay his massive body back down again.

"You're gonna make me feel good now. I want you to lick my body. Slowly", he commanded. "Start at the hooves and work your way up to my balls".

Elliot's lower lip quivered at the thought of doing something so degrading.

"I won't ask again", the bull warned him mere seconds later, yanking on his metal collar.

Thinking of his boyfriend and how much the coon meant to him, Elliot kneeled over the beast on the couch and lowered his muzzle to his hooves. Tentatively, like he was testing food to see if it was too hot, he dabbed his tongue against the thick, wiry, brown fur at the base of the bull's legs.

"Stick it out, boy. I wanna see the pink of your tongue!" the bull ordered.

Trying his best not to cry despite feeling utterly violated, the naked goat stuck his tongue out his mouth as far as he could. He pressed it deep into the bovine's hair, then forced himself to move his head upwards, dragging his tongue along. Then he did it again. Every time he did it he would be one lick closer to it being over, he told himself. One pitiful lick at a time.

"That's it, nice and slow. I want you to really take your time", the bull said, closing his eyes and smiling peacefully.

Elliot slowly moved up into the bull's calves, where layers and layers of heavy muscle began thickening and expanding. Licking against the grain of the fur caused it to part, and Elliot's tongue rubbed against the bull's skin underneath. It was hot to his tongue, and with his face so close, he could feel the heat radiating off the mass of meat underneath.

What felt like an eternity later, the naked goat passed the bull's knees and moved onto his hefty thighs. Up here, the smells intensified. The damp musk of bull sweat filled his nostrils and sinuses and snuck down his throat into his gut. It was an earthy, dirty, manly smell. And damn, just like the bull, it was so strong. It felt like it pervaded his skull, it was so intense and overpowering.

As he nuzzled into the fur, he found himself surprised at just how firm and dense the bull's thighs were. Even just gently licking with his tongue, he could feel that there was no give in the thick flesh. And though he already had an idea, now that he was up close, the goat was confronted with the simple raw power and strength that the bull possessed -- that, and Elliot's utter inability to do anything against it. The bull was infinitely more powerful than he was, and could crush the goat's chest to a bloody pulp between his legs if he wanted to.

He had an undeniable, pure form of masculinity. And no matter how much Elliot already loathed him, the crude, unkind, and selfish monster was ultimately in many ways the epitome of a male.

Somewhere, deep inside his brain, beneath the fear, anger, and sorrow, he felt jealous.

Sooner than he expected, Elliot's muzzle bumped against his captor's ball sack. Though the form of the two plump testicles was apparent, the bull had a massive, saggy sack, and the wrinkled skin drooped out over the couch cushion between his thighs like a thick pancake. And with so much skin came a massive, tangled thicket of hair. Droplets of the bull's precum clung to the thick, black, wiry pubes where they had fallen from the fat veiny pole towering above. Elliot gulped as he faced the abhorrent image inches from his muzzle. Balls, cock, and pubic hair consumed his entire field of vision.

"Are you stopping?" the bull said as a warning.

The goat shook his head, stuck his tongue out, and closed his eyes so he didn't have to look as he forced his head forwards. The pubic hairs tickled his nose at first before getting into his nostrils, and they caught and held onto his wet tongue. Then his face pressed into the bull's loose, liquid-like ball skin. It expanded around his face like a hot, damp blanket. He tried his best to lick, but when he withdrew his tongue he pulled in a mouthful of pubes and gagged. He desperately wanted to pull away and scrape the fuck out of his tongue, but he pictured Ryke's beautiful, innocent face in his mind, and persisted.

"Good boy", the beast affirmed.

Though he didn't have to look, he couldn't stop the smells, which ended up being far worse. He was hardly breathing in an attempt to avoid it, but every now and then he needed to take a gasp. When he did, it felt like he was being raped through the nose. The air down here was hot, sticky and moist, and the stench of sweat, musk, and precum infected his orifices. He sobbed into the ball sack, forcing himself to drag his poor virgin tongue along the hairy skin. The bull's manly juices wetted Elliot's nose while sinking into and matting the fur on the goat's face. He could taste the salty liquids in his mouth too, and he did everything he could not to swallow at the thought of consuming the disgusting stuff.

After too long he moved onto the bovine's plump testicles. They rolled around under his muzzle, so he had to chase them around the sack with his mouth. It seemed like he could feel the hot liquid bursting within them -- like round, meaty pressure cookers just waiting to explode out the hose they were connected to. Unlike the ball sack, these were hard and firm, and most of their surface was smooth. At least, they were as smooth as they could be under the hairy, wrinkled ball skin that glided across them under the goat's tongue. Despite that, here and there, Elliot would lick over bundled nerves leading from the bullmelons to the rest of the beast's sexual system, and to his sensitive tongue they felt like fat worms. They may as well have been, for how revolted he was.

While Elliot endured his torture, the bull just moaned quietly, muttering small encouragements now and then and humping the air in horny movements. His heavy cock dipped and swayed and rained more precum down from above. Occasionally, the goat felt warm droplets fall on his hair, ears and neck, and he shuddered. Still, he continued licking, getting mouthfuls of sweat, precum, and ball hair, the liquids seeping into the fur on his face, and suffering nosefuls of musky sexual scents. He tried to fill his mind with thoughts of his boyfriend to push away the horror, and he was determined to tolerate whatever he needed to in order to get him free.

Suddenly, finally, the bull made some sort of grunting noise and pushed the goat off him. Elliot gasped for fresh air -- or as fresh as it got in the old dusty factory near the smoke of an open fire -- and scraped his tongue against the fur on the back of his hand. The bull threw some momentum into his heavy body to stand up, and Elliot was left sitting on the couch, naked and gagging.

He watched the giant, perverted monster move towards his boyfriend. A small glimmer of hope arose in his chest as he saw the bull undo his boyfriend's bindings and release him from the chair, but his fears were confirmed as the coon was pulled over to the couch near Elliot. The two boyfriends locked eyes, and Elliot gave Ryke a small smile, hoping to impart a feeling of it's gonna be okay. Whether or not he wanted to, the coon couldn't smile back since his mouth was still taped shut, though Ryke's eyes looked sad and hopeless. The goat wondered if that was because his boyfriend had no faith in him to get them out of this.

No, that was silly. They loved each other. They would do anything for each other. Ryke would know that and believe in that

"I wanted to give you some encouragement for the next thing, boy", the bull said, smiling at him with fake-kind eyes as he dropped his chunky ass back onto the couch. He sat up straight, legs over the edge of the couch, stiff cock angled through the air towards his knees. Then he pulled Ryke onto his thigh so the raccoon was leaning backwards against the bull's broad, bulky chest, like the bull was a naked, rapey Santa. The goat's heart skipped a beat as he saw his short, thin boyfriend enveloped in a huge beefy arm.

"Get between my legs", the beast ordered. Elliot sunk to his knees where he was told, and looked up at the monstrous collection of muscles in front of him awaiting further instruction. "No, no, on your back", the bull corrected. "Lie down with your head between my hooves".

Frowning nervously, Elliot did so. The stone floor was cold, hard, and dusty underneath his body, though he got the occasional whiff of heat from the nearby flames. His metal collar rattled against the floor as he moved.

The bull snatched up one of the plastic bottles from earlier, and in one fast movement with a knife -- Elliot didn't even see him fetching one -- sliced it in half horizontally. He tossed the bottom half away, then flipped the top half upside down.

_Oh no. _With utter dread, the goat instantly knew where this was going. The bull lowered the plastic mouth of the bottle between Elliot's lips. Suddenly, the goat was staring up at the slippery slit of a bovine cock just above his face, aimed at a funnel leading into his mouth.

"Here's what's gonna happen, boy", the bull said. "I need to piss real bad, and there's nowhere for me to do it around here, so you're gonna help me out. Don't worry -- I'm gonna help you out too by wrapping my big old arm around your lover's pretty little neck. Now, while my piss is in this funnel, and not in you, I'm gonna squeeze nice and hard around his neck, so you'd better gulp it down nice and quick, alright?"

Elliot's lip quivered, and the bottle-half rattled between his teeth. He bit down to steady it. From where he was lying he could see each of the bull's legs broadening into muscle and disappearing over the edge of the couch, and his boyfriend's slender purple legs on either side of a knee. That, and a huge, semi-hard bull cock angled down towards the funnel in his mouth.

"And just so we're clear, in case it isn't obvious", the bull chuckled to himself, "if it overflows, or you spill any, I force my cock down your boy's throat and hold it there until he stops breathing".

A vision of Ryke having his throat ripped open with bull cock flashed through Elliot's mind and chilled him to the core.

"One more thing", the bull said. He shifted around for a few seconds, and then a huge hand came down, slapping some thick tape over Elliot's nostrils and smooshing it against them so the seal was nice and tight. The goat was forced to get all his air through the plastic tube.

"Hope you got all that boy", the bull said. With that, the beast shuffled his weight around and leant back to relax.