Anything For Love - Part 3

The bull stretched his arms out and gave a satisfied grunt. "Fuck, that felt good", he said. Then he dropped his ass on down on the couch next to Kino's corpse and turned his eyes to Elliot. The goat sat there in his pool of piss, a feeling of self-hatred filling up the space left by Kino's loss.

"I mean what I say, boy", the bovine said in his deep voice. "I've been true to my word this whole time. I thought you would have picked up on that. But you didn't do what I told you to do". He sighed deeply, shaking his head in a patronising way at the goat like one would to a misbehaving little child. "Your little pet probably would have survived if you hadn't been a little brat". The bull shrugged. "But you made your choice. You still have more choices to make". With a cheeky smile, he glanced at Ryke. "And more to lose".

Elliot understood completely. He looked over at his boyfriend too. Ryke had a look of sad weariness on his beautiful face, and his eyes drooped as he looked back at Elliot. The goat wondered what was going through his boyfriend's mind.

Was Ryke revolted by the things he'd done? Or did he understand that everything he'd done, he'd done for the raccoon. He'd sacrificed all his money and all his dignity for him. He'd stripped naked for a stranger, he'd given the bull a tongue-massage in places he never wanted to see, guzzled gallons of his hot piss, and even thrown his beloved dog under the bus in order to protect him.

Before this night, Elliot had told Ryke that he loved him often. He hoped that this proved it beyond a doubt. He loved the raccoon with all his heart. He would give everything to save him.

Ryke was all he had left.

The bull continued, "Do one more thing for me and I set your boyfriend free".

"I'll do it", Elliot said without pause, looking to his captor.

The bull had his mouth open like he was about to say more, but he stopped and smiled instead. "Good boy". With that, he stood up from the couch and lumbered over towards Elliot, his cock swinging around between his legs as it was flaccid for the first time since the goat had been lured here. A thick line of spooge dangled from his cock slit. The tower of brown muscle and masculinity stopped above where the goat sat on the floor. "Are you ready, boy?"

The goat nodded.

"First, get me hard again with your mouth. And lick that up for me", he said, pointing to the jizz hanging from his dick.

Refusing to waste any more time, Elliot stuck his tongue out and slurped up the strand of bull cum like spaghetti, his lips moving up to kiss the bull's cock slit. The beast moaned and closed his eyes. Elliot swallowed the jizz down after multiple attempts -- it was the first time he'd ever tasted semen, and it was salty and gross, but he didn't care anymore. He started licking around the bull's cock head in circles with his tongue.

Between the bull's thick thighs, he could see Kino dead on the couch. So he closed his eyes.

He slid his lips around and prodded the bull's soft cock flesh with his tongue. It occurred to him that some of the juices on the beast's cock now entering his mouth probably had belonged to Kino. So he pushed those thoughts out of his mind and replaced them with determination to save Ryke. He kept making out with the huge bull cock.

"Mmm, that's a good boy", the bull said. His cock started growing harder with each powerful throb. Elliot opened his as wide as he could and tried to take it into mouth, but he could barely get the flared head inside -- especially as the mushroom-like head grew larger -- and he didn't want to risk hurting the bull with his teeth.

The bovine dick soon started pulling upwards into the air, and Elliot didn't let it get away. He placed a hand over the shaft and got onto his knees so he could keep servicing it with his lips and tongue. He poked the the bull's slit with his tongue and rubbed the bull's sheath with one hand, his other cupping the bull's hairy sack, even though he could hardly fit one of the bull's testicles in his hand. He looked up the mountain range of muscles above him and watched the bull moan in pleasure. "That's a good boy, you're doing so well, keep it up, mmm", the bull said, placing a hand behind Elliot's head to guide the boy as he pleasured the bull.

Elliot thought about the small moments of peace and happiness that he and Ryke had shared in the past two years. Small things like cuddling on the couch or going to the movies now seemed like heaven. All he wanted was to get back to that. He didn't care about sex or money or shame anymore. He just wanted peace and love.

He rubbed his face all over that bull dick and made out with it good. This was the only way back.

"That'll do, boy", the bull said finally, his cock now returned to its former horrifying, veiny, deadly glory. He pulled the goat up by the chain around his collar and led him over to the couch. Elliot grimaced and looked at the ground to avoid staring into his puppy's dead eyes. Thankfully, the bull told Elliot to wait there while he carried Kino's corpse off somewhere into the darkness of the factory to make room on the couch.

A couple of minutes later, the bull returned without Kino. But he was holding Kino's collar and leash in his hand. He clopped over to Elliot's boyfriend and freed the coon from his bindings, before placing the collar around the raccoon's neck and dragging him over to the couch as well. Of course this wasn't going to be easy, Elliot mused as he watched his boyfriend sink to his knees next to the goat.

Ryke looked at him with his big, deep, beautiful eyes. Elliot smiled at him for the first time in a long time. "It's going to be okay", he whispered to the raccoon. Ryke couldn't say anything, but he frowned with concern.

The mass of bovine muscle lay down and propped his horned head up on an arm to look at Elliot. "This is it, boy", he said. "You do this and your boyfriend goes free. If you don't, I kill him. Understand?"

The goat nodded.

"Alright then", the beast snorted. "Ride my cock. Make me cum with your ass".

Elliot's gaze panned to the fleshy weapon extending into the air and gulped, his butthole clenching in fear. His puppy had died impaled on this thing.

He was a virgin, and this was the final boss of cocks.

The bull pulled on ex-Kino's collar and choked Ryke against the edge of the couch. The raccoon slapped his bound hands against the cushions. "I'll _encourage _you if I need to, so you don't forget what's on the line", the monster growled.

Elliot nodded to himself as a means of psyching himself up, and he climbed onto the couch. Approvingly, the bull gave Ryke a little bit of slack so he could breathe again. The goat placed a foot either side of the bull's waist so the sloppy monstrosity was aimed between his own legs. Then he bent down to scoop up some precum into his fingers -- of which there was plenty, thankfully -- and rubbed it against his butthole. Then he slowly lowered himself onto it until the huge mushroom forced his cheeks apart and pressed against his most intimate spot. Slowly, he increased the weight he placed against it, until he felt his hole start to stretch.

This was it. His butt was the only placed untouched and undesecrated by his torturer. His virginity was all he had left of his rights and dignity.

He'd been saving his virginity for Ryke.

Now he would use it to save him.

"Come on, boy. You can do it. Get it in there", the bull said, giving the raccoon's leash a motivating tug.

Elliot breathed deeply and closed his eyes, trying to focus and relax as much as he could. He used his legs to bob his body up and down on the too-big cock, causing his hole to expand around the flared head just a little bit more each time as the muscle loosened. His body was unwilling, but his mind wanted it inside him as it was the only way he could rescue Ryke.

"That's it", the bull praised as he lay there just chilling on the couch, while letting the goat do all the work. "Good boy".

Elliot kept working on it. He scrunched up his face and bounced harder, squirming his body around and doing his best to help the beast rape his ass. Mercifully, the bull had an endless supply of precum that made the goat's hole super slippery. As his hole continued relaxing, he came to a point where he reached the verge of something -- where the bull's flared head was at its widest, and his hole was stretched to its max. Holding his breath, he lifted his legs just enough to put his whole weight against the bull's stiff dick. Then he whimpered as he balanced there on top of the meaty pole, feeling like a young child at the end of a diving board too far above the water, just waiting to fall.

A millimetre slowly edged inside of him. Then another.

Suddenly the whole head slipped inside of him, and he screamed. He lost his balance, but the few inches of fat cock now impaling him kept him upright until his feet scraped the couch again.

"There you go!" the bull laughed out, a huge happy grin on his face. "Fuck, that's tight".

Elliot felt the fiery pain of a muscle pushed beyond breaking point. His anus had essentially given in, and it didn't feel like he could even clench it anymore. All he felt down there was stretching, burning pain, and he teetered there on top of the bovine cock for a minute, tears rolling down his face, as his ass accommodated to the intruder.

"Fuck my cock into you, up and down", the bull commanded.

Sniffling, Elliot did just that. He used quivering legs to start bouncing again and push the dick further into his insides, agonising millimetres at a time. The mammoth cock rubbed against him in places he'd never been touched before, and he felt pain in spots he never knew could feel pain until now. Some of them were more tender and sensitive than others, while some of them felt ... weird. He shifted his body around to try to guide the killer cock deeper into him based on which angles seemed to hurt less. Slowly, excruciatingly, he made progress.

Through watering eyes, he made eye contact with the bull who grinned and winked at him, clearly enjoying the whole situation. The bizarre contradiction he'd shown between abject cruelty and soothing encouragement -- somehow dressed up as a twisted form of fairness -- made his rape all the worse. It was like a schoolyard bully offering to shake your hand, then breaking your fingers inside his fist.

Nothing about this made sense.

Why was this happening to him? Why did the sick monster target him, over all other people and furs he could have picked on? Elliot wasn't rich, or famous, or attractive. He was shy, anxious, and quiet. And he'd had never hurt or betrayed anyone -- hell, he'd hardly had the chance to, since he rarely left the house. So why was the bull seemingly determined to systematically destroy every component of his self-esteem and dignity until he had nothing left?

Maybe there was no sense behind evil like this, and he was just incredibly unlucky. Maybe it was the universe's way of punishing him for something.

"That feels fuckin good on my fat dick", his rapist grunted.

Elliot had a good four or five inches of the bull inside him now, and his ass was just barely beginning to accommodate its ridiculous size. As the pangs of pain turned to more of a numb ache, a more disturbing sensation appeared. Elliot found himself guiding the bull's head against one particular spot inside him over time -- a little island of relief in a sea of hurt.

The bull suddenly broke out into laughter. Elliot looked down and blushed intensely when he saw that he'd gotten an erection. Not a huge one, exactly, but it was as big as he got. He felt a sickening sense of betrayal by his own body. He didn't like any part of what was happening, despite what his penis was doing. That his body would show signs of actually enjoying it... For fuck's sake, this was torture! And he despised it with everything he had!

Something in front of him glinted with the light of the fire and caught his attention. The bull had pulled out Elliot's phone again, and he started holding it up in a way that made it very clear exactly what he was doing -- recording Elliot as the goat impaled his own pathetic, pissy body on bull dick. "I gotta get this", the bull laughed.

"Nnnnn--", he whimpered in distress, his lower lip quivering and his head shying away. No, was what he really wanted to say, but he'd learnt not to talk back against his torturer. He used a hand to cover up his erect shame. But the bull quickly swatted it away, leaving the goat completely exposed, not only physically, but emotionally too.

"Don't worry", the bull sniggered. "I'll only post it on Facebook, and I saw that you didn't have many friends on there, so I'm sure it won't go viral".

The snide jerk of a bull wasn't wrong, but Elliot did have a small group of friends and family who would be mortified to see this. He grimaced in anguish at the thought of his mother or father checking his latest update and falling off their chair in horror.

Still, he couldn't do anything to stop the bull now. He knew that the sadistic monster meant what he said when it came to his threats against Ryke, and that was the most important thing at the moment. He'd just have a lot of explaining to do later.

"Smile for me now", the bull growled, choking Ryke off-camera with his spare hand.

Elliot bared his teeth, though that was the best he could do, as he was sure the rest of his face was nothing but a crumpled, crying mess of misery. He continued fucking himself on the bull's cock, hoping the beast would cum sooner rather than later.

After a while, the bull released Ryke and moved onto fondling Elliot's junk with a condescending smirk on his face. He easily enveloped the goat's dick and balls inside his massive hand and rubbed the boy's shaft up and down while giving his balls a little squeeze. The goat squirmed and cried as he felt violated on yet another level. After a minute, he cursed the tiny, sinful part of his brain that wanted his rapist to stroke him just a little bit harder because it felt good on a physiological level.

"Poor boy", the bull said, a malevolent twinkle in his dark eyes. "I bet you wish you had a cock like me".

Elliot could tell the bull wanted a response, so he had no choice but to play along with his perverted game. "Y-yes", he replied, looking away in shame. The bull's cock was freakishly big and ugly, but the goat wasn't really lying. A cock that could strike fear into boys at a glance was undeniably masculine, and unquestionably superior on an evolutionary level to his own little penis.

The bull grunted with horny approval, getting off over the goat's submission to him.

There were six or seven horrible inches of bull cock inside him now, and Elliot was starting to think that it couldn't possibly go any deeper. As much as he forced himself to place his weight down on the cock, it simply didn't dig into him any further. He tried to increase his up-and-down movements to make up for reaching his max, but his legs were starting to lose strength from fatigue, and the bull didn't seem appeased.

"You're gonna have to do better than that", the beast growled.

With the camera of his stolen phone still aimed at his weak and awkward body, his small private parts being molested, and face weeping with snot and tears, he felt naked to the soul.

But if something's already broken, you can't break it much more. Unable to take more cock, Elliot did the next best thing he could think of to arouse the bull, hoping to bring him closer to climax and end the nightmare. He looked into the bull's deep dark eyes, and said shakily, "I wish I was a fuckin stud like you".

The bull's mouth dropped open in slight surprise. "Well, fuck, I don't blame you", he snorted.

Elliot maintained eye contact. "I'm weak and pathetic, but you're unstoppable".

The bull studied him for a second in thought until a look of happy approval appeared on his face. "Heheh. That's right", he said, before breaking into a raunchy smile. "You keep that up and you'll make me cum, boy".

That's exactly what Elliot wanted to hear, at least under these circumstances. He wanted to turn the bull on, to make him cum so this would all be over, and his dirty talk was pressing the right buttons. So he continued. "You're huge and strong, ungh, and manly". He wiped rivulets of tears off his facial fur.

"I know, right?" the beast chuckled. He started humping upwards into Elliot's butt for the first time.

The goat swallowed deeply, hating himself for what he was about to say next, but reassuring himself that it would bring him closer to the end of his torment. His rapist was sick and evil, and he liked sick and evil things. "You killed my dog like he was nothing".

The bull growled through his teeth, an intense expression of horniness lighting up his face. "Yeahhh. He was _nothing, compared to me. I used him and I threw him away, _mmm".

Elliot choked back tears. "I'm nothing compared to you".

"Fuck!" the bull said, clearly loving that. There was a look of growing excitement on his face. "Now you get it, boy. _Now you get it. _Keep going".

Feeling terribly guilty, Elliot did. "All the perverted shit you've done to me ... I couldn't stop _any _of it".

"Fuck yeah, that's right", the bull snorted, starting to pant with increasing arousal now, really getting into it. "You can't do shit against me, you puny little thing".

"And the worst thing is..." Elliot took a deep, trembling breath. "You never had to force me. Every time, I had a choice, and I could have run away, but I didn't. You captured everything important to me, and you're so in control of me and my life that I did whatever you told me to do".

Making all sorts of sexual noises, the bull nodded. "You're right, boy. You understand".

If his mind were a boat, right now Elliot was throwing everything of worth overboard to stop it from sinking. He did understand now. He had tried to avoid and delay everything the bull had wanted, and it had gotten him nowhere but into more trouble. So there would be no more reluctance or resistance. Elliot was gonna ride that giant bovine cock with his raw ass with determination, and say whatever filthy shit he needed to in order to get the bull off. There was no middle ground -- the bull wanted to own every part of him completely.

The worst thing was that his cock felt so fucking good as the bull manhandled it. It combatted the pain. He was grateful for it, despite himself. And every now and then, he'd let out a heavy breath with just a little bit of a lustful moan alongside it.

He still looked straight into the bull's eyes, as he felt locked to him in a way now. "I'll never forget the things you've done to me", he panted. "They'll keep me awake at night, and when I do sleep, I'll have nightmares about you. I'll wake up covered in sweat and afraid".

The beast listened intently, biting his lip, humping upwards.

Elliot rubbed the bull's mushroomy head against the pleasurable spot in his ass, and squealed, his voice a little bit frantic as he continued. "Every time I turn a corner down a street, I'll be worried that a huge muscle stud will be standing there, ungh, just waiting to take control of me again and do whatever he wants with me. Mmnnf, and I can't do anything to stop that".

The bull grinned even wider. "Yeaahhh, I'm a part of you forever now", he added in chorus, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his horniness rose, his eyes piercing Elliot's soul.

The goat nodded in agreement, blinking away tears. It was true. "You've ruined me forever in just one night".

"Ohhhh!" The bull closed his eyes and licked his lips, like what Elliot had said was _exactly _what he wanted to hear. Elliot felt pleased with himself for pleasing the bull, and for some reason, his cock throbbed with pleasure in time with the huge one inside him.

Suddenly, the bull raised his head off the couch to look straight at Elliot. "Grrrrrrrr, you're damn fucking right, boy. Damn fucking right!" he roared. "That's it, you've set me off. You're gonna fucking get it now".

The bull tossed Elliot's phone away, and with both free hands, grabbed a hold of the goat's hips. Then he pulled the small goat down against his massive, bulky body, so Elliot's face was nuzzled between his bulging pecs. The goat gasped. Mounds of muscle enveloped his smaller form as the bull wrapped beefy arms around his body.

He used his power to take complete control of Elliot's body, and the goat was helpless. The bull was in charge now. He held him in place by wrapping him between muscles, and started fucking him deeper and harder than the goat had been able to manage.

Elliot groaned desperately as his body was used beyond its limits, his little hands holding onto onto the bull's chest fur as the giant cock raped his insides in swift, powerful slams. And he was face-to-face with the bull as he was violated more thoroughly than ever before.

His mind was overloaded with confusing new sensations and feelings -- there was pain -- definitely pain, yes -- but there were other feelings too.

He felt tiny and fragile in the arms of his captor. The muscles that had killed Kino were now wrapped around him, and if the bull wanted to, he could crush Elliot to death in an instant. There was no denying that. The goat's entire body rested on firm mounds of powerful meat and was pinned there by bulging arms. There was more than just fear. He was in awe.

He also felt hot and smothered. The muscles surrounding him were pumping with hot blood. After being drenched in his and the bull's liquids in the cold, abandoned factory, this heat was a shock to his system. With his head angled upwards, he was bathed in the hot breath coming from the bull's snout and open, hungry, grinning mouth. The warmth was a relief, almost comforting, after everything he had been through.

He smelt the bull's breath, and his own. They mixed in the space between their heads and the bull's pecs with smells of sweat and piss and other manly scents. Between puffs of air from their bodies, there were whiffs of cum and precum, and smoke from the fire. They were all familiar now. Elliot's body knew them well and had habituated to them. They no longer caused him disgust. They had become a part of him.

The _bull _had become a part of him. Forever. He had broken through his mind and body and planted a cum-soaked flag deep into his soul.

There were other feelings. More confusing ones. And they were growing.

As the bull slammed into him, Elliot's body heaved back and forth against the bull's fur. His cock slipped against the firm stomach underneath, and the crevasse between the bull's abs became slick with precum leaking from Elliot's tight foreskin. His cock was as hard as the bull's fists, and it felt better each time it was stimulated by the little slippery fur highway to pleasure along the bull's stomach. More than it ever had before, it was starting to ache for release.

At the same time, each thrust from the powerful bull caused a wave of pleasure through the goat's body as he crammed the fat dick against Elliot's prostate. It was a feeling he could only associate with being on powerful painkillers -- an overwhelming warmth throughout his body that made everything okay, even despite the agony of raped by a bull five times his mass. His prostate was like an oozing sponge that squelched out pure pleasure into his body every time the beast prodded it with his cock.

It struck him that he had missed something. In that moment, he realised that the bull was being rough with him, but no longer cruel.

There had been a shift in how the bull was treating him. The bull had deadly muscles wrapped around him, but he wasn't hurting him, he was just holding him. His cock was a life-threatening size, but the bull had edged it into him one slow millimetre at a time, only feeding him enough that he could handle. And his mouth was right in Elliot's eyes, but he wasn't laughing or taunting him, he was just lost in the pleasure of the moment.

It was like ... the more Elliot had sacrificed of himself to the bull, the more the bull's meanness and cruelty had faded away into something kinder -- as though he was pleased with Elliot for finally surrendering entirely to him and was rewarding him for it.

He had stopped fighting, and stopped resisting, and now all he felt was relief.

"Tell me, boy", the bull said huskily, his hot breath enveloping Elliot's face, his deep black eyes locked with the goat's. "Despite all the crying and whining earlier, you're enjoying this, aren't you?"

Elliot stared back. And he paused in thought. Not because he didn't know the right thing to say that would turn the bull on and make him cum and end this whole process even faster ... but because as the right words formed in his mind, they made his heart sink.

Because he knew they were true.

"I am", Elliot said.

He broke into bitter, sad laughter at himself. He couldn't believe it.

The bull had broken him -- stripped away everything that he cared about, leaving only a primal, forgotten part of him. That part of his mind didn't care about money. Or shame. Or self-respect. It didn't care about pain. And It didn't even give a fuck about Kino or Ryke. All it wanted was raw, sinful pleasure, and it desperately wanted to surrender to the bull and his sick desires. It wanted to be used, raped, and abused, as was the powerful, superior male's right.

It felt good, in a very, very bad way.

The bull smiled knowingly. He didn't laugh. "It's okay, boy", he whispered comfortingly. "I understand. I don't blame you".

Elliot whimpered, a couple of tears rolling down his face, feeling a sense of loss for what he used to be, and never would be again. Then he buried his face into the bull's pecs, where the salty liquid quickly soaked into the bull's fur. Such power and strength. They were so warm. It was comforting. He stopped crying.

The bull grabbed a good hold of Elliot's butt cheeks. "Give your body to me, boy. Give yourself to your master", he said in his deep, sexy voice.

Elliot nodded, and he gripped the bull's firm pecs to hold on. "I'm yours", he said quietly. He arched his back to raise his ass for his master.

The bull plowed him in hard, deep movements. They moaned together. Elliot could feel the bull's heart beating rapidly against his face, and his cock tingled as he thought of it supplying blood to his master's powerful, sexy body. He no longer felt any pain, only pleasure from inside his butt that overcame all other sensations.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum soon, boy", the bull groaned, and Elliot shivered at the thought of his master claiming his virginity. The bull picked up speed, and the goat whimpered helplessly.

The bull pushed Elliot's head up with by nudging his nose against the goat's horns. As Elliot looked up, the bull shoved a long, wet tongue into his mouth. Elliot let out an uncontrollable, muffled moan into the bull's muzzle as he opened his lips wide to let his master explore his mouth and throat. He threw his hands up around his master's neck to pull him in deeper, eager to help the bull explore every inch of his body, inside and out. Saliva mixed in their mouth and dribbled onto the bull's chest. Elliot swallowed whatever the bull shovelled into his mouth with a thick tongue. Together, their moans and panting breaths became quicker and more intense as they both approached climax.

The sea of bovine muscle Elliot was laying on started heaving up and down, the bull's hips rising off the couch. "Mmmmmmm", the bull groaned into Elliot's mouth, inflating the goat's cheeks with his breath. "Gonna cum".

Elliot whimpered. "Cum in me".

The bull increased the pace of his fucking and Elliot hung on helplessly as he rode it out. He felt no control over his body, and he wouldn't have changed a thing about that. His master made it feel better than he'd ever been able to. The giant bovine cock banged against his prostate, igniting pleasure throughout his whole body and pushing his cock closer to the edge.

The bull's voice rose as his movements grew rougher. Then he pulled his head away from Elliot's, his whole body tensed up, and he roared with pleasure. Elliot knew the sound -- he'd heard it earlier -- and he soon felt warmth flood his insides as his master claimed his ass.

Elliot screamed as his virginity was taken and his body was attacked by a hands-free anal orgasm. More intense than anything he'd ever experienced, it felt like it could kill him. It was as unstoppable and powerful as the animal who had raped it out of him. His body reacted violently, squirming and convulsing, as the goat lost total control. But he was in safe hands with the bull who held him in place over his mammoth cock with strong arms.

Elliot's cock made a mess of the space between both of their tummies as it spurted again and again. His master's cock made a far bigger mess of his ass. The bull's load filled up the goat's guts and then squirted onto the couch behind his twitching legs.

Pleasure consumed Elliot's mind. He drowned in bliss. Their orgasms were all that mattered.

For a few heavenly seconds ... the entire night was worth it.

Both the goat and bull panted and groaned as they rode out their orgasms together until they fell limp, exhausted, and sweaty. For minutes after they both finished, Elliot lay there atop the bull, his master's cock still inside him, whimpering and twitching helplessly like a malfunctioning toy.

The bull scooped up his head and gave him a deep kiss, tongue down his throat. "Good boy", he said.

"Mmmnnngghff", Elliot groaned.

After a minute, the bull slowly lifted the boy off his cock until Elliot was free again, though the goat couldn't help but feel depressingly empty when he did. Bull jizz trickled out of his numb hole, and there wasn't much he could do about it. The bull propped him up into a sitting position, and he sat there where he'd been placed, too exhausted to even open his eyes. He moved a hand down his own body like someone coming down from a drug high, noticing a slight bulge in his tummy underneath sticky fur, and squeezing some excess cum out of his shaft.

Eventually, he opened his eyes. The bull was sitting next to him, hunched over the couch, looking drained of energy as well. His body was damp with sweat and his stomach fur was stuck with Elliot's cum too.

Then Elliot noticed a purple shape sitting next to the edge of the couch.

Fuck.

Somewhere along the way, somehow he'd forgotten about Ryke.

His handsome boyfriend stared up at him with wide-eyes, his hands and feet still bound together, tape over his muzzle. He looked stunned. Elliot blushed intensely under his gaze. What the hell was his boyfriend thinking about him after that after he'd just cum screaming on their captor's dick? Elliot couldn't bare looking at him, so he frowned at the ground.

Coming off the intense high of his first ever fuck, he felt some cognizance return to his body. He still had a warm buzz all throughout, but he also hurt in places too. Anal places, mainly, but his dick was sore from cumming so hard too. He was sweating from exertion despite being free from the bull's grasp now, and the air was cool against his skin. The fire crackled in front of him. Everything else was quiet except for the pair of furs panting on the couch. He breathed deeply.

It was over now, right?

He turned to look at the bull. "Is my boyfriend free to go?" he asked.

The bull gave a faint smile, and nodded. "I mean what I say, boy. He's free". He threw a casual gesture towards the raccoon. "You can untie him now".

He somewhat expected there to be some trick or catch, but the bull didn't say anything else. And the bull was right about having never lied to him. Hesitantly, the goat slipped off the couch to his feet, his legs weak and unsteady as he plodded over to his boyfriend. The bull let him walk by. He knelt down next to the coon and prepared to free him. It was, truly, finally over.

Elliot pulled the tape off his boyfriend's pretty face first. Ryke sighed deeply, then smiled. The goat gave an easy smile back, and a sense of calm washed over him. Despite all he'd been through and sacrificed, and all his confusion and weird feelings about the bull towards the end there, he knew beyond a doubt that he'd done the right thing in order to rescue this beautiful boy of his. As he undid the rest of Ryke's bindings, it felt like he was setting his heart free as well.