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Recently I had changed my schedule. I used to go to the gym straight after work while there was a large crowd here to ogle and tease myself with staring at all the larger guys. It wasn't really a secret. I liked my guys big and beefy. Bears, hippos, elephants, rhinos, some big cats, horses, a couple of wolves and bulls. It was the last of those that had me change up my schedule when I had a later shift one night. I came in to blow off some steam and halfway through my workout... BAM! In strolled this goliath of a bull nearing seven feet tall with shoulders nearly as broad as I am tall.

Not quite that big... but seriously he was fucking massive. That first night was like having a bucket of cold water thrown over me as I stared at his meaty ass squatting weights I could only dream of lifting, only to shove more onto the bar. His legs were hidden behind loose sloppy trackpants but when he squatted you could see the muscles ripple beneath and my god... Oh my GOD!

Yeah so I had a high school crush again and I turned into a stalker... Sad... yet I just wanted to stare at him doing anything. Bicep curls had his forearms flexing in the mirror with a sheen of glistening sweat that I wanted to lick up. The bench press made his barrel chest bulge firmly enough to catch his loose shirt between solid mounds of rippling flesh and when he climbed up onto the chin up bar the weights swinging between his legs had me losing focus on my own sets. Oh and when he pulled himself up, the mountains that were revealed as that top lifted over his back had me nearly creaming myself from the quick glance I could get.

That was the thing. He was solid and big and glistening and to die for but he didn't show it off. Loose clothes made him look almost fat until he had some weight in his hands or on his back. Then he transformed and I was in horny wolf heaven just staring at him awaiting some small movement that would reveal anything about his figure.

I was pretty ashamed at myself in all honesty as I went home and jerked it with a couple of fingers under my tail to spill a rich load of cream all up my toned fluffy stomach.

But none of that was the strongest motivation for my late night fantasies. No, what fueled them most was his musk. I wouldn't say I have a fetish for scents even as a wolf, but damn did his manly stink make my sheath swell. I can't even place the scents other than this thick earthy tone mixed in with a powerful salty tang that had my tastebuds tingling when I sniffed at it.

Now, with a week of night shifts having gone by I was really looking forward to getting back to the gym with that scent. I got there earlier than him, by just enough that I watched him come in and he even glanced my way and jumped when he saw me. It was so little that I thought I imagined it for a second before he smiled and kept going about his business, dropping his bag next to his signature squat rack and pulling out his towel. I'm midway through a set of reps when he goes into the first set of stretches and I almost drop the bar ontop of myself at the sight of his legs spreading so far apart. For a big guy he's damn limber but I recognize this set of stretches.

It's legs night.

His legs night is my favourite one to watch. He drips sweat and grunts all the way through it and by the end, he leaves on quivering muscles that bulge and shake under wet form gripping trackpants. I was panting just remembering that sight. Okay... that may have been the added weight I chucked on my own bar to attempt to seem impressive tonight. I mean I had trained after work each day but routine matters. I was set to punish myself tonight and had planned to as I punished myself watching this bull work himself up to a sweat.

What made it worse was that we were completely alone as it was a Sunday night. So fewer furs trained on a Sunday, let alone nearing the middle of the night which made it a favourite of mine. Having him alone in here however I wasn't quite sure if that was a blessing or a curse. With other furs I could at least pretend to be staring at someone else. Not that I would buy that if I were him.

Grunting myself, I had to focus on my own bar as I let it touch my chest before shoving it up for the first rep. 110kgs was about my personal best and I was going for ten reps. I had to focus as I blasted that bar back up. Nine. I counted as I expelled the air from my lungs for that added movement only to inhale and 'pull' that bar down to me. "Ten." I huffed embarrassing myself at having said it outloud on my exhale before clanking the bar back behind my head into the rests.

"Nice set pupper." Spinning, I leap out of my fur not having noticed the bull get so close while I was working myself. "Was just getting ready to jump in if you needed the help. I hadn't seen you lift so much before. Didn't want you straining anything." Winking, those horns of his blind me with how white they are before he turns and goes back to his bar.

It takes me a full thirty seconds of panting to realize he just spoke to me. And he complimented me. Wait... He called me a pupper? Staring, my mind runs wild with fantasies for the bulls next squat set, that ass working overtime as he pushes easily three of me up with every rep. He just gave me a perfect opening to speak but I was too pooped from my own weights to say anything back and did he hit on me?

Pupper? I've never heard anyone say that other than a couple of gays. He was... or was he? Shaking my head, I get up and keep the blood flowing so I can keep going. I can keep staring while I work out but when I'm done, I have to be done. That means I have to keep going. Otherwise I'm just being a creep. Which yeah I am anyway.

Ughhhh! My grunt isn't purely mental when that bar hits the rests again and by damn do my arms feel it now. Lead weights hang from my shoulders as I sit up to adjust the weights for one last set. Dropping 20kgs off each side I climb back under and quickly reset. Fast and hard to the end. Push. Arching back, that ass drops behind me and I time my bar to it. 1, 2, 3... holy shit... 11, 12, 1...3, Grunt 14. Fifteen. How is he still squatting? SIXTEEN. SEVEN-TEEN. "UGHHTeeen." I grunt. Light as hell but my arms won't do it. Fire burns and the bull's ass drops into a squat again. Fuck. My arms drop too.

"Nineteen pupper." The bull shouts and my arms creak with the weight and I shirk in embarrassment knowing that he knows I'm staring at him. "One more. You can do it boy and down with me."

Oh fuck. Doooowwwwn. "Come on TWENTY PUPPER!"

"UGHHHH!" I grunt and heave and that bar smashes up into the rests. "Shit... twenty... twenty, ughhhh!" I groan and my paws slip to my sides as I lie there wiped out and staring as the bull racks his own weights with far more finesse than I could manage. Ducking out of his cage, I can't stop staring as he walks over.

"Here take a sip pupper. You look like you need it." The bull says while holding out my bottle of water. I can barely move my arms to manage and the bottle feels like it weighs twenty or more kilos in my paw.

"Thanks." I tell him before sitting and taking a sip. I'm still panting when the bull turns to leave again but I have to say something this time. "Sorry for staring." I shout only realizing then how fucking creepy it sounds as the bull laughs.

"Don't be sorry for staring pup. Your eyes are bigger than your ass however." Setting himself back up, the bull goes back to his set as if nothing happened at all and I'm left with my tongue hanging out like a bloody idiot. And I thought the bull wasn't up himself with how he dressed? Picking up my own towel I wipe the bench up before returning the weights. Gym etiquette is a bitch at the end of a session but you have to show some manners.

I'm on my way back to my bag when I hear the telltale sound of weights racking again. "Hey pupper, if you're done for the night I wouldn't mind a spotter if you've got the time." Spinning fast, I can't even tell if the bull actually asked or I just imagined him saying it as he's busying himself with the weight plates and loading another two twenties on. I'm still staring dumbfounded when his eyes meet mine, "Well, you got time to stare for a bit longer pup?"

My mouth dries up and my throat seizes when I try to speak up in my defence. My fangs audibly clap together when what comes out from between them has me sounding like a strangled cat before settling on a decidedly unsubtle nod. "Good then come on over."

Its as if my legs take on all the exhaustion that my arms and chest felt in one wave. Shaking like wobbly jelly I stumble over to the bulls side and check the weights that he has loaded already. 7 plates on his side and 6 on mine. Seeing the task, I pick up and hold it up for his opinion before I dare to set it on the bar. When he nods I lift it only to grunt as the bar he has set is as high as what I use for shoulder presses. Even a 20kilo plate becomes heavy as hell for me after my last workout and its a grunting effort to position it so it slides onto the bar. Defeatedly I let out a slight groan of dismay when the bull passes me a ringlock for the bar to put on for him.

In comparison, the bull's all sweaty business as he ducks his horns under the bar and sets up. Planting his hooves he grunts with the effort of lifting that bar up now. Doing some quick math in my head I shudder. 340kgs + the bar which standard is 20kgs but that thing he's holding looks heavier. The damned thing barely bends with the weight he's holding up which makes me think its the 35kg one. Either way. 360kg or 375kg is more than I could do in my imagination.

"5." His quads tense and the sweat highlights everything for me to stare at as he begins to bend. Up close like this it is all the more amazing and when he gets parallel the scent hits me all at once. Fuck. It's like hitting cloud nine orgasm heaven without touching a single thing on my body and I sniff it all up. The bull doesn't even grunt when he comes up, he just blows out and I'm left reeling.

"Wow." I hear someone mutter and only when the bull is going back down do I realize that it was my voice. Two has me shaking as much as the bull damn well should be in my opinion and three has me doing everything I can not to stare at his tail flicking the sweat to the side. A drop hits the fur on my shin and I mentally note it, so as not to shower until I've done my best to try and lick it off myself. Where it is, that mightn't be possible but damned I'll try.

The first grunt the bull lets out is on the fourth rep and I groan with him. I've never been so close and on the side of him like this that I never noticed before. His ass is perfectly bubbled out, but the front. Oh my god, the front bulges just as much as behind when he sinks down. His sheath gets outlined and the balls strain at those pants twice what his legs do and I finally get what he meant by saying my eyes were bigger than my ass.

"Five. Huff!" 'Crack' The bar hits the rests and I forgot that he was only going to five. In my head I didn't even notice him go down having blanked out until he racked the bar once more. "I see it isn't just big guys that get you going. I hadn't noticed you sniffing around before pup."

Ruffling my head fur in embarrassment I try to find words to defend myself but nothing comes. "Usually I wouldn't just... you're..." Arms gesturing at him, I wordlessly try to give voice to what I mean.

"A bit big right? I know." The bull smirks. Holding his hand out for me to shake he introduces himself, "Names Mattius and the slightly creeperish stalker wolf pup is?"

I want to cry at him naming me such but I can't even deny it at this point. "Um, his names Ethan and as accurate as that is at the moment I can promise I'm not usually this bad. I just..." I don't know how to finish that either.

Thankfully Mattius finishes it for me, "Just found yourself fiercely fascinated by the big bull that worked out alone at odd hours of the night in your gym. That sound about right pupper?"

Downcast, even my tail droops behind me. "Yeah."

Thumbing my muzzle, I freeze as he tilts my head up and gives me a quick peck on the nose. "Thought so. Thankfully your cute when you stare." Dizzy once more, my brain spins into overdrive as my nose is overwhelmed by the heat of his lips. Mattius has already backed away, setting himself up for a new set. "5 more. Tell me if my knees bow in pup."

Given a job to do this time as he hefts the bar, I pay twice the attention that I usually would. That's a lot of attention right there and only half of what I usually have focuses on the new discovery of his outlined bulging sheath and nuts. Not that, that spares my own arousal jumping up a few notches as I watch those tensing thighs quiver and tremble at controlling the weight. Nothing. Not even a centimetre of his knees knock inwards and to me it is absolutely amazing.

"Wow. But yeah your form seems bloody perfect to me." I say when the bull racks the weight again, panting hard now.

"That's good. I'm always worried about my knees so thanks pup." Side to side, his horns touch his shoulders when he stretches his neck out and I lose myself to fantasies again. "Well wind down time. Can you knock the first 20 off that side for me Ethan?"

"Uh, sure." Unlocking the spring collar I pull the first plate off and set it down. He's done well before I am and is ready to pick the bar up the second I've got the collar back on. Lifting, he dips down and holds for three seconds before pounding the bar up. My eyes bug out only for him to repeat the act. Three second hold then he explodes up. It's like nothing I've ever seen done here as the bar gets thrown up only to fall so he can catch it on those boulder shoulders of his and go down again.

Sweat pours down his back and drips off his tail and my own pores want to join in just watching. Not that, that happens but by the time he racks the weights this time I have to readjust my pants having lost control in my sheath for a second. The tips peeking now and the fabric of my jock rubs the sensitive tip in not quite the wrong enough way to force it back down.

"Huff! Two-huff, two plates off that side pup. Huff!" Blowing steam from his nose, Mattius looks wrecked even as he tirelessly removes two more plates from his side.

I'm so busy staring that he's gotten the first plate off before I've even started. Still he's a tiny bit slower than I am right now, not that I can hold it against him after that display. His pecs jump and flex as he bows under the bar and grunts. The bar seemingly leaping up this time as he bounces back. Two hundred- something kilos on his back still and he is jumping with the friggin bar on his back. It's the hottest thing I think I've ever seen only for him to dip down and squat perfectly.

"I am so glad I stayed for this." Midway through his set, Mattius laughs at my mumbled reverence as he goes about his business.

"I'm glad you stayed too pupper. Two more plates off and then its my final set for the night." Mattius states as he racks the weights so casually and it leaves me hanging again. Quicker this time, I rip the spring collar off and have my weight plates away before he has even gotten the first off. I'm smiling as I silently congratulate myself on finishing before him and not getting distracted by his bulging forearms. "Not a race to finish first pup. Cause I'll still be going long after you're done."

"Wha-?" I stutter stunned as Mattius winks at me and I'm left floundering. "Uh-did you? Um? Uh- nothing." I stupidly say as my thoughts try to catch up with what just happened. But did he just say what I think he said? I run it through my head a hundred different ways as he sets up once more and I still can't work it out. The kiss on the nose, the asking to stay, that? Is he?

Would he?

The ding of the bar shocks me yet again when the big assy bull racks it for the last time. Undoing his collar, he chucks his sides weights back and I follow suit on my own side. Both of us done, Mattius picks up his bag before stepping into what I would consider my personal space. Another weight rack behind me, I find myself getting pinned between that and the bull's musky sweaty chest while he stands over me. "You can sniff pup. I can see you like me all sweaty like this and I worked up quite the sweat for you didn't I just?"

"F-for me?"

"Yep." Mattius answers my whined out question. "Just for you and that nose of yours pupper. I suspect you might appreciate me being all wet and musky when I test that muzzle of yours out. Well watcha waiting for pup? Go ahead, take a whiff."

I can't believe my ears and my eyes seem to be playing tricks on me because I seem to have my nose buried inbetween two twitching barrels of man chest. Overloaded, my eyes glaze over only for my nose to do the exact thing this bull ordered me to. Take a whiff.

"Oh Gods!" I rumble and moan before sniffing again. "Ohhooo, heavens." I repeat as my head is filled with the salty stench of wet bull. The hot steam clouding my head and I swear the vapours run straight through my veins to my now achingly hard crotch.

"That's it puppy. Pity you didn't come last week or this would have happened sooner." Mattius says, and I start twitching myself when his huge hand starts rubbing at my fuzzy ears. "In fact I believe you owe me for skipping out last week and getting me worked up all this time pupper. So how about we take this to the showers and I'll think about letting you make that apology by cleaning up the mess I made for you? Least I've made myself unclear pup, you'll be cleaning it all up. And I mean all of it."

The threat should have me backing away in terror, but with my head buried in the delightfully rank fur of the bull's chest, terror is the last thing I'm feeling. "Sh-shower Sir?" I slur like a damned drunkard and maybe I am. Maybe liquor just was never my drug. Maybe what I've been missing is this.

Mattius either takes my slurring as a sign of consent or he just doesn't care one way or the other. After they way I've been eye-fucking that hunk of bull, consent was given weeks ago without the added intoxication of potent musky pecs for my nose to be buried in. The bathroom door gets slammed shut behind us and the tiled walls begin filling with the bulls thick cloying scent making it impossible for me to escape from.

Immediately my nose is twitching, itching to get closer and press into the source of the intoxicating musk. So when Mattius orders, "Clothes off pup." I barely think it through before my paws start stripping me naked and tossing them in a pile on the chair inside the gym's bathroom.

Poking my stomach the bull smirks at seeing my flat tummy fur parted by my bulging wolfhood. "Eager pupper aren't you just? Not too bad on the eyes I gotta say pup, with a good sized dick there. Nice round fuzzy sack and some solid little muscles under that fur."

"Oof!" I yelp as Mattius flicks those nuts of mine before grinning and holding his shirt by the hem. "Not a bad sight pupper, but I think I've got a better one that you might beg to see. Your choice however. You want to beg me to take my shirt off pup so you can start cleaning me off?"

The flick to my balls had my stomach in knots but it was just the shock I needed to sober me up for a few seconds. Enough time that I can process what the stud of a bull said. The processing takes me one eager sniff while staring at the trails of sweat down Mattius' loose shirt. "Yes. Please Mattius, please take off your shirt so I can clean you off."

"Ha, not very inspiring pup. You're gonna need to learn to beg if you want more than me just taking off my shirt for you to worship." Mattius laughs before those thick fingers of his pull his shirt up to reveal what I've longed to see. Thick brown fur, soaked down to show every contour of finely sculpted muscle. His abdomen pops out, along with my tongue as one, two, three, four rows of his eight pack stretch up his torso only to end with a bang. The valley of pure beef muscles that seperates his pecs and that abdomen catch my eyes and I trace the stretch of fur up to those nubules of flesh in the centre. Silver steel glints as his nipple piercings shine in the light of the bathroom and I lean in to stare at his pink rosy flesh.

His shirt catches on his horns, but only for a moment as he stretches it first one way then the other. The reveal is mouthwatering as two blackened hollows of thick furry muscle pop into view and the scent hits me twice as hard as anything has before. Musk pours from his armpits thicker than the hot steam that he has worked up for me to soak in. Shit. Oh shit.

"Drippy little bitch aren't ya pup?" Mattius' statement has me blushing as my cock literally leaks precum to pool on the floor but I can't turn away. Arms still raised to show off his own pride, the bull stretches his snout around and puts his nose right into one of his pits. "Mmm, nice and sweaty pup. So what ya think? Am I a better sight than you are boy?"

"Oh fuck yes Sir." I state with not a trace of humiliation in my voice. "How can a puny pup like me compare to a stud like you Sir?" It isn't even false praise. The bull is damn well worthy of every word and he makes me feel so small by comparison. It isn't everyday that someone manages that and damn does it stroke my submissive side in such a way.

"Mmm, I thought so pupper. You aren't bad for a needy wolf bitch, but I'm practically a god in comparison aren't I pup?"

Fuck does he have an ego or what? My brain asks of myself but I can't find the room to disagree as I fucking want a go at him. "Yes Sir. You are a titan compared to me Sir. Please, please can I feel you now Sir?"

"Oh you can feel me soon pup." Mattius smirks and I know its bad as his musk almost seems to waft his smugness over me. "Not with your paws though puppy. That isn't what you admire most about me anyway. What is it that's got you dripping like a bitch in heat?"

"I- Y-your scent Sir." It takes me a second to get that out as my mind won't keep up with the bull's words.

"Thought so. And since that's what you worship..." He leaves that blank for my own mind to fill in and damn...

"You-you want me to sniff you Sir?" I ask confused because trapped in this room all I can smell is the bulls musk.

"Guess you are new to this." Mattius says before shaking those horns and coming closer. Right up to me, one hand grabs the centre of my back and I go stiff as a board against his abdomen. "Here, let me show you just what it is you want pup." Then, with me still in the dark about his intentions his furry armpit gets shoved right into my muzzle.

Or more accurately my nose is shoved right into that musky pit of heavenly scents.

"Sniff and lick like a good little bitch boy."

Fuck, can I? I want to ask the bull but all that comes out is a breathy whine of thanks before I inhale. If I was drugged before, being this close to the source by comparison, must be what overdosing feels like. (Not that I'd know) My head goes from fuzzy to vacant and I drag that thick scent in past whistling hairs until my lungs are full of it. Only then does my tongue slip past my lips to taste the fur that I am longing for.

"Ohh yeah pupper. Use that tongue and start cleaning my pits like I'm your perfect stud breeding bull." Fuck him. If I wasn't already doing just that I'd be telling him exactly that but gods this taste. Bull on a wolfs tastebuds is a match made in a very bloody corner of heaven but I doubt god had anything to do with this. No way would he have thought to make the musky pits of a bull taste so ripe and appealing to a wolf but damn do they ever. The salt of sweat sits on my tongue long after I drag it past fur before I push it back in and moan in ecstasy.

Ears pulled on, I go to protest only for my sweat dripping muzzle to be shoved into his other pit. It is as if in the short time he had me between that first one and his second, I had forgotten what a fresh bull armpit tasted like. Ten times more intense, the flavour reminds me of having dirt shoved in my muzzle and the grit of fur only adds to that sensation yet I'm loving it.

Oh gods am I loving it, I moan. "Fuck you drip pupper. Must really be loving worshipping a real bull aren't you? Say it pup. Say your loving it or I'll leave."

Shit. Nose pulled out of that stinky miasma of sweat I whine up at the glinting nosering and horns above me. Before I've fully comprehended what it is that he's asked me to do my voice squeaks, "I'm loving it Sir. Please, Sir can I keep worshipping your body and cleaning it for you?"

"Hahaha! Slutty bitch of a pupper. Knew you would love being treated like a dirty sweat rag." If that weren't twice as hot as it is insulting I'd be baring my fangs at the godly bull. As it is, all the effect those words have is to make me moan only so I can sniff that musky pit deeper while my tongue wipes away the bulls sweat.

"Mmm, you're getting me real worked up now pupper. I'm gonna have to lose the pants or I might not get out of them at all shortly." Yeah, yeah. A small part of me wants to retort as the bull brags but dizzy as I am with his musk I couldn't manage a groan of protest. Turning my eyes down, I still watch as those legs I've been dreaming of get let loose.

"Hffff!" I gasp as my spinning, dizzy mind attempts to put into context what flops out of those pants. I'd seen the bulge only tonight so I never considered the size of the bull like this but holy shit. "Hfffff?" I snort against the bull's fur in question but I'm still sucking down his musk like a good sweat rag.

Hefting that cock in one hand as the other holds me into his armpit, he chuckles above me. "Told you pupper that your eyes were bigger than your ass. Minotaurs are gods fucking gift to slutty bitches like you." That traditional stallion's flare lovingly winks at me when he throbs. Minotaur? He's the size of the biggest draft horse I've ever seen starring in porn down there with balls fit for the bull stud about to knock that draft horse up they look so potent.

Stepping out of his pants, Mattius lets me go so I can stare at him once more. "Take it all in pup. You thought I was just acting 'bout being your beefy bull stud and you my pathetic bitch sweat rag as you worshipped me." All that the bulls expression can be called then is a snarl as his lip turns up and a huge meaty fist grabs around my balls until I want to scream for mercy. "Now you know its true. Eye fucking me for weeks and not a single bit of respect pupper. I've got more than half a mind to just hike your tail up and ram my thick cock in your backdoor to dump my pent up load in your guts before leaving you for the next guy to use."

Biting my tongue, my dizzy mind gets shaken as my muzzle thrashes from side to side in denial to his words while my guts clench up from the pain. Fuck, I really thought it was all just a bad act but Mattius is basically a stone carved god with his fist clamped on my nuts like this. His muscles chiselled beyond defined and a dick tailored for a size queens dream. How can he be anything but a god to someone as feeble willed as I am?

Its the subtlest shift of his hand but god the lighter pressure has me breathing easier again. My stomach is still knotted in pain, all while my knotted dick spurts and drips precum all over the fist holding me. "Consider yourself lucky that I don't like breaking toys that worship me pupper. That said, I believe you are going to have to make it up to me before I will even consider giving you any further treats. A naughty little bitch like you needs to learn its place with a stud like me. On your back pup."

Letting me go, on his command my knees collapse of their own will. I'm not a stranger to a bit of ball torture but damn that grip was tight. Trembling, my eyes take in the pillar of cock from my new angle and I gulp. I remember Mattius saying 'throat' earlier but its so thick I'm having trouble merely imagining the logistics of such a monster being shoved down there. Reaching back with my paws to follow the bull's order, one part of me can't deny the excitement of having a chance to try as my nose sniffs again at his delightfully thick scent.

It isn't his dick that descends when Mattius kneels. Two globs of muscled bull ass cheeks ripple as he kneels and the sweat glistens between those buns of steel. His tail flicks lashing between my ears and when he talks I can hear the pure arrogance in his voice now, "Say it bitch. Say your apology and beg for what you want me to do to you, right now pupper."

With my nose held mere inches away from that musky crack, there isn't room left in my brain to think. "Mmuuuhhh, Please, please allow me to sniff and worship your perfect butt Sir. I want to lick all your godly sweat up like a good boy should Sir."

"Pathetic." Mattius breaks my drooling mind with a single spat out word. "A little sniff and your begging to worship my crack like a worthless whore. Consider yourself lucky that my ass deserves a good tonguebathing or you wouldn't get shit pupper other than a few slaps to your nuts to teach you to be a good boy."

The slap of his hand on my nuts is drowned out in my moan. Muzzle open to growl, that perfectly sculpted fuzzy ass of fur is planted right on my lips and I grind right up into it. Sweat, salty and sweet drips into my mouth and my nose is shoved right into the base of a tail that oozes the scent of his divinity.

He hasn't wasted a breath so I don't either. Shoving my tongue out, I don't lick so much as guzzle the bulls earthy sweat and musk down. "Oh yeah slut pupper. Don't be afraid to kiss my tailhole. Really get your tongue in there like a good little bitch. Oh fuck yes." Just as he ordered, my tongue slurps into his tailhole to discover more and more of his divine taste. Curling, I swallow and mash my slobbering appendage right into that hardened knob within his ass like a good boy and he goes wild atop me.

"How does my ass taste pup? Did I build up enough rank sweat for your nose to soak up or not?"

"Mmmff-Mmm!" Muffled in his ass I do my best to grunt in agreement.

"That sounds like a yes to me if ever I heard one bitch. Mmm, and for a pup you've got a pretty nice tongue. Makes me want to fuck that throat of yours more than ever. Might take a bit of practice for a small thing like you to learn to take a tool like mine, don't ya think slut?"

Sucking in sweat and musk, the threat of having my throat fucked sobered me up enough for me to grunt into that meaty ass. Hand scratching at my ears I return to making puppy yips in that ass as Mattius continues using my face like a sweat rag. Grinding back and forth now, he basically starts wiping that musky ass crack with my muzzle and I love it.

"You'd love to try though wouldn't you pup? You lying there on your back, jaw dislocating around my shaft as I pound into your throat so my sweat soaked nuts swing right into that sensitive sniffer you call a nose. I bet you'd go home tonight jerking that dick of yours off to the thought wouldn't you pup? Give me a bark and a good lick if I'm right pup."

"Woof!" Slurp! I admit muffled into the crack between those rippling bull butt cheeks of his as he chuckles.

"Yeah. Knew you were a good fit to be my puppy rag. Just something about the way your nose always twitched when I entered the gym. T'was fucking adorable to watch. You didn't even notice me noticing it either did you pupper?"

"Nn-nn!"

"Well I did pupper. Just thinking about it again and with your sexy little snout, sniffing up my tailhole has got me so friggin heated pup and good as your tongue is I'm itching for something more. I need something warm on my dick pupper. So, your ass or your mouth pup? Which one do I break in first?"

Shit. I'm loving being under his tail so when that gets taken away I pathetically whine only to have several hundred pounds of beef stand itself right over the top of me. Hand stroking idly at that humongous minotaur dick I can't make up my mind over where I want it. My ass twitches imagining it ripping my tailhole apart. My jaw cracks from being overworked already but the pre and the musk has me drooling as I imagine the taste.

Only I don't think either of those will fit that monstrous cock in. "Both Sir and none." I whine pathetically. "You're too much bull for me to take. I'll do my best however you want just so I can be with you Mattius but I don't believe I'm able to take your godhood in either cavity." When I mumble 'godhood' I recognize the truth behind my own feelings then. "A god like you deserves worshipping from someone far better than a lowly bitch like me Sir. All I can do is lick and clean you up like I am your damp and horny sweat rag."

Quivering, my ears hang in humiliation even as my eyes glaze over in lust staring at the bull over the top of me. My dicks harder than it has been in my entire life and dripping as if I've had ten or twelve orgasms already. "Least you realize now that I'm too big for you pupper. Shame that." I whine yet again as Mattius strokes over his cock, his fingers squeezing down with every tug over that thick pulsing medial ring.

I'm near tears as I stare up at the bull having given up on all pretence now. "What can I do then for you Sir? Please, I'll do anything I can if it will help you get off."

"Hmm, tempting pupper. Really, ooph, tempting." Mattius grunts as his hips grind into his fists. "Well, I wouldn't say no to frotting some hot fluffy puppy thighs. Get your legs up then pup, all the way up like the good whore you are."

Cheeks burning, both ass and face at the bulls teasing. I nonetheless raise them, my tail flat on the ground behind me showing off my ass only for Mattius to grab ahold of my ankles. The earthquake I feel comes only from my imagination as the bull buckles his knees to kneel behind me, but the shivers I feel when he tosses my legs wide and that dick slaps down on my stomach is all too real. Way too real as my own modest wolfhood is dwarfed from balls to tip and halfway again up my abdomen where that thick flare aims at my muzzle like a loaded gun.

"Cute ass pupper. If only that tailhole was as loose as your jaw is when you stare. Bet my dick would have you in puppy heaven right about now if it were. Ah well. Something to look forward to right pupper?"

Slap!

"HOLY SHIT!" I shout as my jaw drops.

"Yep, not only my legs that can flex bitch. Never seen a horse do that have ya?" Mattius gloats as his dick slaps back down on my belly. Not as audibly as it slapped against his chest when he flexed that monster. If it weren't for the precum staining his shoulder, I would have sworn I was imagining it.

"Ca-Can you do that again please Sir?" I timidly ask the dominant bull.

"Hmph! Maybe if you're a good boy and kiss it. Think you can do that pupper? Think you can lean up and make out with my thick godly dick boy?"

The heads so fucking close to my chest that all it would take is a single crunch to do as he asks. Not even a full sit up. Flexing, my fur bunches for my answer as I lean up and press my lips to that flare and give it a quick peck right on the salty spot. Smiling, I fall back down happy with my own accomplishment waiting for him to do the cock slap again.

"You call that a kiss bitch? What you think my dick is your granny or something do ya? I said give it a fucking kiss. Not a peck on the check pupper. Lean up and do it right if you want a proper treat boy."

"I-I- I'm sorry, I-" Stammering I don't know what just happened. Staring up at those big brown eyes, past the glinting nose ring I realize an apology isn't what he's looking for. He's smiling even as he taunts me. He knows what he's doing to me and he's loving my panic and confusion. He's getting off on my awe for his body. He's getting off on me worshipping him and he wants more. "I thought it would be rude to worship such a godly cock as yours without permission Sir. I'll kiss it properly like a good puppy if you permit me to try again."

Squeezing my thighs around his cock, Mattius huffs out a long mooing moan. "I know you're in awe pupper but I told you to kiss it. See if you can do a proper job of it this time."

"Yes Sir." Abdomen crunching, my lips glue themselves immediately to that fat pulsating flare and my tongue grinds into the salty pre that spurts out to coat my tastebuds. Slurping on it, my attentions have Mattius grinding between my thighs to push his flare harder into my lips.

"Nice lips pupper. How wide do they go? Wide enough to swallow my head or not?" I doubt they will, but even the bull seems to be asking a question, I know better. Sucking down a lungful of oxygen I mentally prepare myself for such a large insertion. Opening wide, then wider still my lips tug on his fleshy flare until with a soft 'plop!' his head squeezes in and glues my tongue to the floor.

"Oh fuck yeah pupper. You look right hot stretching your jaw like that around my thick godly shaft boy. No use trying to go further though pup, that's gonna take some real training. Much as I know you'd be begging me to fuck that slutty throat of yours. No, no, don't try and answer. No bloody point with that muzzleful of bull cock but you can give it a good suck."

Lips sealing, my lungs burn as I suck down on that mass of flesh when it pulses on my tongue. The salt of precum has me moaning past it, blowing steam up to the bull's pubes and I know if I could just bury my nose in them I'd be rewarded with the best scent I could dream of. Fuck me. If only I could take more of this fat dick that was framed between my skinny assed thighs.

"Yeah pup. Gonna fuck those thighs of yours." Mattius grunts as hips pull back a fraction and my lips slip off the tip. "You want that boy? You want your god-bull to grind his dick into yours and cream all over your muzzle?"

"Yes, Sir." Fuck it hurts to speak, my jaw is sore after taking that cockhead for so long but I so want it.

"Jaw sore pup? You want me to cream over that face of yours and you're gonna have to beg me for it properly."

Fuck him. He's already grinding on my dick too and it feels so fucking good. Watching that horse cock dragging between my thighs, the fur matting with his fluids is so hot too especially with that burly chest riding above my calves. Flare and piss slit winking at me, it all says what I want to happen and Mattius just wants me to confirm it. "Sore from taking so big and godly a cock Sir. I want it all. All of you Sir. I want every last drop of your semen to drench my muzzle Sir."

"Mmmphh! Ooooh! Yeah say it pupper. Fucking say what I am bitch and it's yours. Tell me what I am compared to you pupper."

My worship of the bull only revs him up and me along with it. Arching back I sluttily moan as my dick starts knotting up on its own. "Sir, you're a big muscled bull stud with a giant sized horse cock that smells like a mans-man's-man dream. You deserve to be worshipped and slaved over by a bitch Sir and I'm a bitch. I'll do it. I'll beg and scream for it Sir. For you Sir, I'll breath because you're my dream God Si----rrrrrlllllrrpppppp!"

"AARRGGGGHHH!" Trembling when I say god, I barely got another syllable past my lips when Mattius erupted. Bucking in, his balls slapped my wagging tail hard and like a breaking wave my muzzle got the drenching I could have only ever dreamed of before meeting him. I couldn't help the gurgle as my mouth is absolutely flooded with his deluge of white stud milk. In such a state, my instant reaction is to gulp and my belly thanks me for being such a pathetic whore. He tastes ten times more potent than he even smells and that is saying something yet all I can do is moan out my gurgled appreciation as I get blinded by that throbbing godlike stud of a bull.

Cum is running down between my ears and pooling on the floor below my head and chest by the time Mattius is done grinding his leg-sized horse cock between my thighs. Rock hard myself and so close to peaking, my paw attempts to snake between us only to get held back by the beefy bull. "Na-ah. No cumming for pups until they can show the proper respect boy and you aren't there yet."

Fuck me. "Aww, come on please. I'm so close, just please?" I beg and it isn't until I've wiped the cum from my eyes that I can see the glinting of Mattius nose ring as he huffs in displeasure. "Sir." I add hoping that will get me back on his good side.

"Better, but still not good enough pupper."

"No, come on I've been really good haven't I Sir? Please let me cum? I'll do even better next time, I promise."

"Oh, I have no doubt you'll do better next time pupper." Shit. Shit, I really really need to cum though. "Tell you what I'll even make it easier on you boy. How about you come home with me tonight and we'll start on your training there."

"What? L-like a pet Sir?"

Shrugging, I can't help but watch those two massive boulders roll above me. "Kind of. I won't promise you'll get to cum tonight pupper but you'll get a second chance at sniffing my balls if you say yes. We will even start working on that pesky gag reflex of yours and this tight tailhole between your legs." Two huge fingers dance over my ass when he says that and I croon at the promise of imminent penetration. "What do you say boy? Want to come home and be a pup of a bullgod? I'm certain you'll enjoy it after I break you in a little."

Giving my tailhole a pat as I think it over Mattius sways my opinion with a shiver of fear. "Well more likely a lot pupper."

Shit, shit, "Shit." I say out loud. "Can't I cum first though Sir?"

Grinning down at me he slaps my paw away. "Nope. I've got a cage at home that should fit a naughty puppy dick quite snugly so there will be no need to worry. Now lets clean this room up and get us to your new home. The sooner we do that, the sooner you might get to cum pupper."

Cage? Shit what have I got myself into, I grumble even as I struggle to stand amid the pool of cum. Glancing over, I moan as my dick throbs at the sight of that bull ass and the cock swinging between those titanic legs. Fuck me...

I hope he can do that soon or my dicks gonna explode.