Anything For Love - Part 2

The only noise was the crackling of the fire. Wide-eyed, breathing heavily, and jaw clenched to hold onto the receptacle in his mouth, Elliot stared up at the bull cock above him like it was a guillotine. It hung there, twitching in small movements, a trickle of precum just starting to dribble down onto the clear plastic and creep into Elliot's open mouth.

It started so suddenly and without warning that the force almost knocked the funnel clear out of his mouth. Like someone had just cranked a tap to the max, the bull's urethra blew up to the size of a garden hose and erupted with a heavy jet of hot yellowish piss straight into the plastic bowl. In a second, Elliot's mouth was totally full of acrid piss. In another second, the funnel was starting to fill. Panickedly, the goat swallowed hard, and of course he choked instantly. He lost the only air he had, it bubbling up through the funnel to be quickly replaced with more liquid. Piss filled his throat and sinuses. It was all he could taste and smell.

The funnel was very quickly starting to flood and his eyes locked onto the yellow line moving up the side of the plastic with terror. He gulped down again and resisted the desperate urge to breathe, knowing it would only cause burning pain.

In his peripheral vision, he saw a flurry of purple movement. He glanced over and saw Ryke's legs struggling and twitching frantically, his ruby-red paw-pads scraping against the stone as the raccoon was having his throat crushed. Screaming internally, Elliot focused back on his task, and swallowed deep. Again and again, he swallowed huge gulps of piss. The liquid-line slowed its movement up the plastic bowl, and even steadied. But his torturer kept pissing like a firehose. In some secondary part of his consciousness, the goat heard a deep and sexual groan. "Ah, fuck, ahhhhhhhh. You dunno how good that feels after holding it in for so long".

With tears of pain in his eyes, he kept on swallowing, only most of the piss moving to his stomach and the rest going down his windpipe. It left a burning sensation the whole way through his respiratory system as he forced it down into his gut. As much agony as it caused him, he glanced to his boyfriend's helplessly floundering legs, and kept sucking the hot piss down with huge gulps. Neither he nor Ryke could breathe, and he was the only one who could get them out of it.

Eventually, the bull's stream turned to a dribble and subsided, and the piss line started moving down the side of the bottle. Still dying for oxygen, the goat chugged the rest down desperately. When he finally finished, the breath hit him like an explosion of both relief and pain. He screamed air into his lungs, hyperventilating with a hoarse moan, tears streaming from his eyes. His tortured body spasmed against the stone floor, the bull's liquid waste sloshing around inside his gut. Through watery eyes, he saw his boyfriend's legs quiver next to him, and heard the raccoon moan with relief through his nose, as Ryke was able to breathe again too.

"Good boy", the beast chuckled. "One bladder-full down, who knows how many to go".

Elliot sobbed through his funnel.

Drinking piss became Elliot's world. The bull never gave warning, and his stream never started with a trickle -- always a bang. The goat had to remain constantly vigilant, jaw clenched, staring up at the one-eyed snake lurching over his head and waiting for it to next unleash. With his boyfriend's life on the line, there was nothing else he could even risk thinking about.

Through nothing but necessity, the goat improved at gulping down urine. He kept his lungs full, only taking shallow breaths, so that when he did start suddenly drowning in piss, he'd still have air. His taste buds began to adjust to the bitter taste, and he used his tongue to control the flow into his mouth.

That said, he soon had to deal with worse problems. The bull was multiple times his size, and while the bovine had drank enough water to give him a round, pregnant bulge, the goat didn't have the luxury of a massive body. His stomach quickly became bloated with bull piss. After several rounds of swallowing the stuff, his belly bulged out obscenely, and the cramps soon became almost intolerable as his body struggled to deal with unfamiliar quantities of liquid. The cramping pains came in waves, and he clenched his fists and squirmed uncontrollably against the floor while also trying to keep his head still in case the monstrous hose started flowing again. When he rolled around, it brought further sensation to the parts of his back, butt, and shoulders that had gone numb from lying on the hard surface for so long, but he couldn't stop himself. Tears streamed quietly from his eyes, the goat wishing for nothing more than to rip the funnel from his mouth and run away screaming and sobbing and vomiting.

Of course, Ryke's legs dangled perpetually in his vision, reminding him why he couldn't -- taunting him. They flailed and scrambled every time the bull unleashed his torrents of piss as the bull strangled his boyfriend. Elliot and Ryke were in this together, suffering together.

Over time, piss moved from the bull's bladder to Elliot's, and the outcome was inevitable. The goat desperately needed to pee, but he couldn't move. Nor could he hang on until his ordeal was over, as bull was bigger and would outlast him no matter how strong his resolve.

The goat-toilet squirmed and squeezed desperately, trying his best to avoid yet another erosion of his diminishing dignity. He only realised that he'd failed when he felt a sudden warmth on his tummy. His bladder had finally surrendered against his will. He felt a wave of both shame and relief, and he whimpered pathetically through his funnel as he lost control over his body. Helplessly, he gave in to nature and relaxed his muscles, feeling the hot liquid pool in his bellybutton and dribble down his stomach. The reprocessed bull piss drenched his fur and expanded in a puddle around his body. It crept up to his torso and neck, got into his hair, and seeped into his ears.

"That's okay, let it out, boy", the bull said in his deep voice. "It feels good to just give in, doesn't it?"

Elliot knew the jerk found it amusing and was taking pleasure in his suffering. His suspicions were confirmed by the beast chuckling with condescending amusement to himself every now and then as Elliot continued urinating onto his naked body.

He was forced to lay there in his own bull-goat-urine, and the pool soon started to grow cold. But there was more to come. The beast above him continued replenishing Elliot's supplies by pissing and pissing and pissing. As Elliot groaned and cried, the bull laughed.

Hours passed.

The nightmare repeated over and over, the bull pissing into his mouth, him pissing onto himself, the liquid soaking deeper into his fur, and the puddle around his cold, naked body growing increasingly wider on the stone factory floor.

He cried through surging cramps and muscles screaming in pain. He felt ill for countless reasons.

He pissed out his dignity, one bladderful at a time.

The whole time, he was forced to stare up at the monster's monster cock, always on edge, waiting for more.

Eventually, after enduring several hours of torture, the bull leant forward and plucked the funnel from Elliot's mouth, looking down into the goat's eyes. "Good boy", he said with a smirk. And then it was over.

Elliot stared lifelessly through his captor's face. Seconds later, his own penis started peeing again. He let it happen. He no longer cried. To be honest, he didn't feel sad any more. So much of his pride, happiness and hope had been pushed out of his body by obscene quantities of bull piss, and it had changed him. He knew he had lost some part of himself -- probably something important.

He was no longer a shy, awkward goat boy, excited about proposing to his handsome boyfriend and loving life. He was just a naked, disgusting, bloated, piss-soaked repository full of shame. And urine.

Surely it couldn't get much worse.

Elliot breathed deeply for the first time in hours now that he didn't have to be on alert for a sudden cascade of piss. With the tape removed from his nose, he could also smell properly for the first time, though that wasn't really a good thing. His fur was coated in layers of cold piss from the last few hours, and it didn't smell nice.

The bull stood up and led Ryke back over to the chair before restraining him yet again. Elliot watched him out of the side of his eyes, feeling more pain in his poor, wounded heart as his beautiful boyfriend squirmed weakly under the beast's strong hands.

When the monster returned, he looked down at the goat. "You've been a good boy, so I'm going to give you a choice of what happens next", he said with a condescending smile.

Elliot stared up at him quietly, not buying that his luck was about to turn. He watched the bull leave the light of the fire, clopping off into the darkness. While he waited, feeling on edge, he looked over at his beautiful boyfriend for a source of strength. But the raccoon didn't look back. Ryke just stared at the floor quietly.

Maybe he was as disgusted with Elliot as the goat was with himself, he thought. So he found no strength looking at his boyfriend. Instead, he was left feeling emptier and sadder than before.

A minute later his torturer returned, a big hand wrapped around a leash, tugging something along behind him.

It took Elliot a moment to fully comprehend what was happening. It might have been because his eyes were tired and sore from staring at cock for hours by dim firelight, or maybe it was because the prospect of what it involved was so scary that his brain struggled to comprehend it.

When Kino, Elliot's pet husky, saw him, the puppy yipped and bounded towards him. But the bull wrenched the dog back by the throat with the leash, and Kino tumbled across the stone floor away from him, yelping in pain.

Elliot sat up in his pool of piss, and his eyes and mouth froze open in horror. He wanted to scream something at the monster wrangling his beloved pet puppy, but his body was in so much shock it couldn't even manage unconscious processes like breathing. The naked bull stomped forward across the stone floor towards Elliot, his fat, veiny cock still stiff and oozing precum. He dragged the now-scared puppy alongside him, leaving barely enough slack for Kino to not choke as his neck was tugged along and up off the ground.

Opening his mouth, the goat was about to beg the monster not to do anything to his puppy, but he coughed violently instead. Chugging down gallons of piss for hours had taken a toll on his throat and left it raw and sore. The evil bovine didn't wait for him to find his voice, stopping only a few feet from where the little goat was sputtering. "Don't worry, boy", he chuckled, looking down his nose at Elliot. "Like I said, I'm gonna allow you to make a choice. Are you ready?"

Elliot swallowed deeply, more as an attempt at stopping himself from vomiting up a torrent of piss gurgling in his stomach than from dread, though he certainly felt dread piling on top of him like shovelfuls of dirt burying him in his grave.

His eyes focused on Kino, his beloved puppy with deep blue eyes and a coat splashed with silver and white. Kino looked back and his tongue lolled out of his mouth and wiggled around in time with his tail, signs of comfort and happiness at seeing his owner. Kino didn't care about Elliot's shame, his nakedness, or his disgustingness. The goat knew his puppy only wanted to run to him and jump onto him, lick his face and cuddle him. It was unconditional love. Kino had a pure heart.

It was pure evil to bring him into such a fucked up situation.

The bull huffed air, showing signs of rising anger as he stomped his hoof to snap Elliot out of the daze. The clapping noise echoed off distant warehouse walls. "Answer me, boy", the bull huffed. "Believe me. If you don't make the most of this choice, things won't work out well for anyone here. And I mean what I say. Are you ready to choose?"

Elliot understood. The bull had gathered the two creatures he loved the most to be here, and if he didn't play the bull's wicked game, he knew they would be the ones who paid for it.

The goat nodded solemnly.

The beast squatted down to look at him, his dick slit almost kissing the floor, and started smiling. Elliot met the monster's dark eyes and held his breath. The sadist seemed to soak in the goat's misery for a moment, as his grin only widened. Then he spoke in a low, husky whimper.

"Just so you know, I'm really fucking turned on by what we've been doing. The way my cock feels while I'm abusing you ... fuck, it's just too good to describe". The bull chuckled to himself, shaking his head knowingly. Then his face turned serious, and fire burned in his eyes. "But now, I really need to cum, and I need a nice warm hole to unload my big fat balls into. So here's your choice: do you want me to pleasure myself using your boyfriend's mouth, or your puppy's mouth?"

Elliot felt tears well up in his eyes again for the first time in a long time. He held his face in his wet hands as he started sobbing from the heart.

The bull stepped forward and slapped him across the head with his heavy cock, knocking the goat to the side. "I'd decide quickly if I were you", he growled. "You shouldn't keep a horny bull waiting, boy".

Being clobbered with the weight of the monster's cock only made what he had to do far more disturbing. That bovine dick was thick, massive, and deadly. Elliot imagined it down Ryke's throat, violating his beautiful fiance-to-be as the raccoon convulsed and struggled, his eyes bulging in terror. Then he imagined it down Kino's throat, his beautiful puppy terrified and confused, choking and unable to do anything to free himself from the bull's assault. Either of them could die to such a horrendously impressive weapon of veiny meat.

It was too horrifying. Elliot looked up at the bull with pleading, leaking eyes. "Please", he begged hoarsely. "Please don't".

That didn't go well. In fact, it set the bull off like an explosion. The monster's hands curled into fists and vibrated angrily. Veins bulged all across his chunky body and head. His terrifying muscles inflated as the bull puffed out his chest, and rage flashed across his face with a scowl that revealed his teeth.

"I'm letting you choose!" he bellowed. "AND YOU AREN'T GRATEFUL ENOUGH TO DO SO?"

Kino whined in distress, while Elliot felt crushed by the bull's voice, recoiling to pull his knees against his body in a primitive, protective position. He could feel the beast standing over him about to erupt like a volcano, and instantly regretted speaking up. Staring straight down at the floor, and only at the floor because he couldn't manage to look either his boyfriend or his puppy in the eyes, he made the only choice he could in that instant: Ryke was more intelligent, he would be able to comprehend being orally raped, and he would likely be more traumatised.

"Kino!" Elliot cried, hoping he hadn't already left it too late. "Use Kino!"

The bull roared and stomped the ground again. After a few terrifying seconds where Elliot feared for his life, the monster snapped, "You're lucky I'm feeling generous". Then he pulled the puppy over to the couch by the collar, out of Elliot's sight. Kino whimpered in distress and scrambled against the floor as he clearly knew something was wrong.

The goat buried his face in his hands so he couldn't see anything, repeating "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry", over and over. He determined that he would avoid looking at the consequences of his decision -- that he would try to force it out of his mind over the coming minutes.

But before any time passed, his body was pulled sideways through the air and he tumbled onto the floor. Then he was lifted by the collar around his neck into a sitting position. He gasped for air and opened his eyes, and saw the bull in front of him, kneeling over the couch on which Kino was pinned. Elliot couldn't see much of his puppy, though, because the bull's mammoth, round ass eclipsed most of his view. The giant mounds of muscle and flesh rippled underneath a flicking tail as the bull flexed his body.

"You think you get off that easy?" the bull snorted. "No, boy. You're gonna eat my ass while I facefuck your dog". With that, he spread his knees out wide and pushed his ass out to part his fat cheeks, revealing his brown-pink asshole to Elliot just inches from his face.

The goat didn't have time to sit there horrified for long, because a powerful hand grabbed the back of his head and forced it, face first, right against the bull's asshole.

"Mm, fuck! That's it", the bull snorted, letting go of the goat's head and allowing his deep cheeks to spring back around the goat's head. Then, by flexing his ass, Elliot's face was crushed in the valley between powerful butt muscles and held there. "Lick my hole, boy", the bull groaned. "Fucking lick it good, or else".

The sensory overload was too much and Elliot struggled. The only air he had was the pure musky smell trapped between his muzzle and the bull's asshole, and the distressing sight he'd been confronted with right before his face was plunged into it was burned into his memory. It was the first anus he'd ever seen, and he didn't think it was a pretty one. Hairy brown fur tapered down into a pink, wrinkled ring of smooth, leathery skin. He could feel it now, the sweaty hole squeezing around his nose like an orifice of some terrifying predator. The heat was overwhelming too, so close to the bull's insides. Elliot gagged and tried to pull his face away, his hands making shallow imprints in the bull's fat ass cheeks but quickly meeting unyielding muscle. At the same time, while he was distracted with panic, his bladder released yet again, and he started spraying piss onto himself out of his small penis.

Unfortunately, his ears were just free of the ass, so he could hear everything as the bull started narrating what he was doing to Kino.

"Fuck yeah, his mouth is so tight. Ohh, mmm, _and it's _wet and warm", he groaned, flexing his ass, and tightening his anus against Elliot's muzzle at the same time. The goat heard his dog cry out in distress -- a similar noise to what he made when Elliot accidentally stepped on the pup's paws -- but he couldn't pull his puppy close and give him hugs and kisses to comfort him now. He could do nothing to stop what the huge, muscular animal was doing.

"No teeth now, that's a good boy._ Let me in_", the bull cooed. "Let my big cock inside you. It's a tight fit, but ... mm, we'll make it work". The monster started thrusting back and forward, his ass muscles relaxing and tightening in fleshy waves that compressed Elliot's face between them.

The bull smacked the back of the goat's head. "Eat my ass boy! Make it feel even better for me! Shove your fuckin tongue up my hole already!"

Elliot tried. He really tried. He poked the burning hot hole with the tip of his tongue, but reflexively pulled it back again moments later. Even though it wasn't dirty now, it was where the bull shat waste out of. It was an asshole, and it was against his mouth. Mouths weren't meant to go down here. Mouths were for eating and smiling and laughing. This was demeaning and humiliating.

The bull thrusted forward again, and Elliot was sure he could feel the bull's body shivering with pleasure around his face. "That's a good puppy. This is what you're good for. Open up for my big cock now, mmm".

As the bull edged closer towards the couch, Elliot knew he had to be getting deeper down Kino's throat. Horrifying images assaulted his mind of the humongous bovine cock he'd come to know intimately while staring up at it for hours -- in all its terrifying glory -- forcefully snaking its way down his poor puppy's throat.

He thought of his poor puppy. He'd only owned Kino for about a year, and it had been Ryke who'd suggested he adopt the husky to bring a bit of happiness into his life. Kino had been that and more: a force of happiness that assaulted Elliot in the morning when he woke up depressed. He had helped him through dark times, times when he needed help the most.

Now Kino needed help, and Elliot was stuck face-first up a bull's ass crack.

It was his fault, he knew it. This bull had it against him, for whatever reason, and the ones he loved the most were suffering because of it. It was all his fault. He always knew there was something deeply wrong with himself -- that he was a freak and a loser. Though he didn't fully understand why, he knew that this proved it.

He hated himself.

"BOY! TONGUE!"

He forced his tongue out of his lips, teased the musky asshole with in, then broke into a sob.

The bull grunted and groaned. "Ohhh, oohhhhh, it's so good. I can see my fat dick moving through his throat. And it goes so deep, fuuuuccckk".

Then the tone of his voice changed, becoming darker, and it became clear he was talking to Elliot more than anyone else. "He's so scared, boy", he taunted. "He has no idea what's happening. You should see his eyes, heh. He's terrified and confused, ungh, while I'm using him... to get off._ Fuck, it's so hot!_" The bull burst into a bellowing, cruel laugh. "It feels so good on my big cock!"

Tears melding with ass sweat, Elliot tried again to lick the bull's anus, but the best he could do was give the wrinkled skin a gentle tickle with his tongue before he gagged on the smell of bull's scents again. He felt his stomach hurl around in distress and disgust, and he withdrew his tongue into a closed mouth once again in an effort to stop himself from throwing up.

"Thanks for raising such a good cocksleeve, boy. You can't imagine how good his throat feels!" The bull edged ever forwards down Kino's throat, the clenching motions of his anus growing more prolonged and intense. "I'm gonna cum soon, I'm gonna fuckin unload!"

The puppy facefuck must have been good enough for the bull, as until now had had largely ignored Elliot's lacklustre rimjob. But not anymore. The bull pressed his hips back into Elliot's face, as the monster clearly craved for his little slave to lick him deeper and enhance his pleasure. A rough hand crammed Elliot's face against the bull's anus again and gave him a few urgent shoves. "Do your fucking job, boy! You're making me angry!" He smacked the goat on the back of the head. "Serve me! I've been building this load up for hours while abusing you. Now make me cum while I violate your dog with my giant cock!"

Elliot just cried into hot, wet ass, and pissed himself again. It was all too much. He had done so much already, and sacrificed so much of himself. He had so little left, almost nothing, but still, the bull wanted more. Always more. He wanted everything.

The monster wanted Elliot to pleasure him while he raped and injured Elliot's beloved companion -- his poor, helpless, loving puppy. And he was taunting him about it at the same time, knowing Elliot was too weak to stop him. It was revolting. It was sick. It was evil.

Elliot wouldn't play his twisted games anymore.

He couldn't stop what the monster was doing, but he would no longer be complicit in the brute's pleasure. Elliot no longer had any dignity or respect, and he certainly loathed himself, but dammit, he loved his pet dog, and he loved his boyfriend. He would not reward someone for torturing those he loved, especially not in such a debasing, disgusting way.

"I'm so close!" the bull moaned.

Elliot sandwiched his hands into the bull's crack, pulled the fat meat melons apart, and wrenched his face from its trap. He tumbled backwards onto the floor into his piss puddle. But he gritted his teeth and stared up at the bull from behind in defiance. "No! I won't do it!" he shouted.

The bull slowed his fucking movements to a stop.

And paused.

Elliot panted, watching, the angry expression on his face wavering.

"I warned you", the bull said, face turned away from the goat, his voice deep and calm. "Have it your way".

He lowered his arms in front of him where Elliot couldn't see them. His powerful muscles tensed all over. Then his weight jerked around in one sudden movement.

There was a sickening CRUNCH.

The goat saw one of Kino's legs flail upwards then fall limp, and dead.

Elliot's lip quivered, his face went pale, and he froze. Then he started vomiting bull piss all over the floor in violent heaves.

The bull brought his muscular arms up around his horns and flexed in a slow, deliberate movement. "He's twitching so good as he dies, boy", he groaned, his voice rising on the verge of an orgasm. Then he threw his head back and roared in ecstasy as he blew his heavy load into Elliot's dying puppy. He didn't make any fucking movements, he just knelt there, flexing and showing off his powerful body. The muscles across his back bulged out, leaving deep creases in his brown skin, and his triceps and biceps swelled up, showing off the deadly strength that had just snuffed out Kino's life by breaking his neck. He clenched and released his chunky ass with each spurt of cum, and his balls rose and fell in his hairy, sagging ball sack as their contents emptied into Kino's body. The bull groaned during the whole terrible process, swearing to himself over how good his orgasm felt.

Elliot watched it all in horror. He could have looked away, but he didn't. He knew it was his fault. He deserved to see it.

Why did he think he could stand up to the sadistic bull and his indomitable power? How fucking stupid was he? How selfish? What was he thinking? Something about morals?

What did morals matter? Kino was dead because of Elliot.

Fucking idiot.

He pissed himself again then vomited some more as the bull continued vocalising his bliss.

When the goat finally looked up again, the bull had lowered his arms and head and was now propping himself up so he could stand again. When he did, his killer cock flopped down between his knees, dripping with the gloppy remnants of his thick load. Between the bull's legs, Elliot could see Kino's deep blue eyes gazing lifelessly at the floor, his muzzle hanging open and motionless, bull cum dribbling out of his dead mouth.

"I'm sorry", Elliot whispered. "I'm so sorry, Kino". He hung his head in misery, a terrible sense of loss welling up inside him. He waited for whatever the bull was going to do to him next. Whatever it was, he would accept it.