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cw: rape

Commission for Syromutt

Ed sat in the curbstone, head between his paws, ears hung low as the gray Husky clung to his suitcase, bulging with the clothes hastily shoved in it as his girlfriend - now ex-girlfriend - shouted at him as she shoved a phone on his face. On the screen, the same video he now watched, trying to hold back sobs as he sees himself through the lens of a camera capturing what might have been his worst moment.

The shaky movements reveal his furred ass, virgin hole torn open by harsh thrusts of a fat bull cock. Pink hole gaping as his white and gray fur constrasted with the Bull's brown one.

The camera angle changed, showing more of them, his face. The bull dwarfed him in the video he bends the scruffy husky over the urinals, large belly resting above his ass, hands gripping him tightly, using him like a toy on his oversized cock...

That was how it started, wasn't it? Ed remembered the day he joined the crew, obscenely large and commanding, his graying hair spoke of experience and maturity, and his big brown eyes were filled with knowing mirth, which only got worse as the days passed and Ed's eyes were inevitably drawn to the large pot-bellied figure of his coworker, stretching his clothes, demanding space as he worked away in the heat, sweat running down his body... and the bulge.

That bulge that was barely contained by his tight pants, that seemed to swell under the hot sun, drawing his eyes to it like it had its own gravity. It seemed to bob with his movements, too large to stay still, too powerful. He couldn't stop looking, flushing as he fumbled through his work.

Ed was straight though, had never been interested in any of... that stuff. Dicks and assholes and men. Even someone as large as Jeff, with his deep voice and the large belly and jiggling bulge, with his overpowering scent after a day's work. It wasn't what he liked, but he kept looking. He was distracted, by the jiggle of his cock and balls, and the smell that somehow made its way to him. Deep, musky and masculine, was it all from the day's work? He couldn't help but wonder.

It all came to a head a few weeks later. He was cleaning himself up in the bathroom at work, changing out of his work clothes to go home when Jeff barged in, heavy strides and confident smile on his snout. He was in charge in every room he walked into, it seemed, and it made Ed sweat. Behind him walked a much smaller goat, horns sticking out from his head, unfamiliar white fur lining his skin.

Jeff didn't stop by the urinals, or walk towards the shower as Ed expected Instead the bull walked right to him, like he had been waiting for this, hand moving down towards the bulge on his work pants.

"Saw you looking pup..." The bull said, "Thought you would like to get a proper meeting with him." His smirk was wide and threatening, his eyes ran over Ed's body like he was a meal he had been waiting to devour.

Ed shook his head, eyes wide, having trouble finding his voice next to the large man. "Come on now, little pup, no need to be shy." He cooed, as his friend snickered. Before Ed could react he was pinned to the bathroom's tiled wall, the cold surface pressed against his back as the bull took his paw, leading it down to his crotch as he kept the rest of Ed's body pinned in place with a single hand.

His friend approached, though Ed paid him no mind. "Let me go." He pleads, "I wasn't-I don't-"

"Shhh," Jeff said, voice hoarse as Ed's hand is forced into his bulge, grabbing it by reflex and feeling large balls rolling around on his hand, too big to fit on his palm, even through his pants. The thick shaft of his cock too was unmistakeable, soft still but large and imposing. He felt himself flush thinking of how his own would look next to it. "Jeff knows what you want, little pup. Even if you don't." He felt the large, wet snout of the bull against his cheek, shuddering fearfully as he was nuzzled while groping the bull, feeling him slowly harden in his pants. It took him by surprise when his mouth was captured into a searing kiss, large tongue demanding passage as he gasped for air.

Jeff was uncaring, kissing him like he wanted to devour the husky, drowning him with his kiss as his larger tongue is shoved into Ed's mouth. He can't think, can't breathe, tries to hit the bull without success, instead gripping at his fur with a weak moan as he is forced to respond. Jeff leans away with a satisfied smirk, spit connecting their mouths before he wipes it off and looks towards his friend. Only then does Ed notice the phone recording them.

"Told you he'd like it." Jeff said, at the same time Ed tries to protest, begging to be released.

"Hush, pup," Jeff was harsher then, a hand running across the top of his head, playing with his hair. "Take your treat out. It's time to get to know him properly."

Ed whimpers, but Ed is unmoveable, pressing him a little more harshly into the wall until he folds. Shaky fingers reached towards his buttons, feeling the coarse fur of his large belly, which pressed against most of Ed's body. It's weight and heat impossible to ignore. He can almost hear the sigh of relief as his fingers open the pants to free the large bulge, still contained by flimsy underwear.

He can't look away, mesmerized as his small hand connects with the shaft through the fabric. Shame coursing through him as the bull groans and snickers, ready to threaten him with a grip on his hair or perhaps that large hand around his throat should he delay it any more. Ed has never been especially brave, so he pulled down his underwear too, slowly, being hit with the powerful musk of the bull as his cock is finally freed, hanging from his crotch against the lowered fabric of both pants and boxers.

He looked into Jeff's eyes, finding them pools of dark twisted desire. "Go on, you don't want to see me angry pup."

Ed closed his eyes, paw closing around the shaft, slowly stroking the large brown cock. His moves are deliberate, like when he strokes his own, going from the base up to the top, where he lingers, teasing the head and collecting thick precum before going down again. Jeff relaxed his grip then, a pleased sigh leaving his lips, Ed's free paw joined the other, using both to stroke the large shaft. It felt better that way, and he lost himself to the sensation of a warm cock getting harder in his hands, of needing both to properly... please the large bull.

He ventured lower, eyes opening as his paw curled around the balls, struggling to fit the low hanging large orbs. The smell was overpowering, sweat and precum mixing together, and of course, the smell Jeff always left behind, masculine and powerful, leaving him gasping for air as it burned its way into his lungs.

"Here, let me help." Jeff said as he spat into Ed's hands and his own cock, thick globs of saliva that coated their fur and ran down into his balls, which Ed obediently kneaded, playing with them as his hand sped up, aided by the spit and precum. It made the smell even worse, his head more fuzzy, thoughts left his mind as he focused on stroking Jeff and pleasing his bull balls. Maybe if he got him to cum quickly, this would be over.

Jeff bellowed, a moan that would alert anyone still around of their presence. The thought of anyone else seeing him like this filled his stomach with dread, but he couldn't do anything but continue stroking, changing his pace every now and then, feeling the obscenely fat cock on his paw, trying to close it around it without any success as more precum and spit coat the shaft.

He whispered under his breath, out of his mind, until Jeff's tongue was in his mouth again and he was fighting for air, swallowing his spit, hand never stopping the fast strokes on the large bull cock.

He can't remember how he got to his knees, only that he found himself there. Head pressed between his stomach and the large cock he had been stroking. The smell of him filled Ed's lungs, overriding any rational thought. There was a hand on his hair, trying to force him down, while his mouth opened in protest, coating the bulls belly with and crotch with his spit and making him taste as well as smell the powerful musk, sweat and precum, and maybe even cum? It was thick and powerful, and his snout was pressed right against him, cock dragging across his cheek and leaving it wet with spit and precum, until Jeff ran out of patience and slapped him with it.

As he grunted with the impact the fat bull cock was shoved into his mouth forcefully, making him gag on it. Jeff didn't care, shoving it down his throat as he tried to fight for air. The bull used him roughly, battered moans filling the bathroom as he tasted cock for the first time.

The salty taste was strange, the weight of it, heavy, thick, foreceful, all-consuming. Jeff pulled away finally, Ed coughed spit and precum matting his fur as it ran down his mouth, tear covered his eyes and he tried to plead but instead Jeff slapped hims cock against his tongue, making him taste it fully. Salty-sweet precum along with his sweaty skin, just for a second before he was forced to taste the even muskier balls.

He wanted to retch, but all he could do was lap it up as his face was dragged across the musky crotch. He would be smelling of nothing but Jeff once they were done, and it made more tears run down his face.

Soon he was sucking him again, this time more slowly, as Jeff wanted to be pleased, hands on the base of his cock as he moved up and down, heavy balls hitting his chin as he worked. Tasting every powerful inch of his cock as he swallowed down the heavy stream of precum, it wasn't as bad as it should be, and more than once he found himself lingering at the tip of the large cock, tongue lapping up at the precum.

He was once more surprised to be pulled away, a pleased grin on Jeff's face like he proved his point. The bull pulled him up harshly, shoving him into the wall, he barely catches himself up over the urinals before his pants are ripped open, revealing his cock and ass to the room. His cock hangs, somewhere between soft and hard thankfully, or so he thought at the time, it is ignored. Instead Jeff slapped him harshly across the ass, gaining a whimper from him as a response.

When Ed tried to get up Jeff placed a heavy hand across his neck, keeping bent over as he once more spits on his cock, some of it landed on the gray fur covering the husky's ass. Ed looked back, eyes wide with fear. "Please, don't do this, I'll do anything, just don't-"

His cries were ignored as he simply spread his cheeks open, spitting right into his virgin hole, which clenched fearfully, but it was fruitless as Jeff shoved in his cock. Eased only by spit and precum, though copious, it was a rough slide. Ed felt like he was split open shouting into the room as more and more of it was pushed inside him.

Having stroked and sucked the large shaft he knew how much of there was, and yet it felt like the torture is never-ending, it felt even more impossibly large inside him; stretching him open and ruining him. He clung to the walls, hiding his face from the camera as the goat friend of Jeff's opensed his pants to stroke his own cock to the sight of him being fucked within an inch of his life.

He begged and cried but Jeff's movements only got harsher, faster, the weight of his belly resting against the low of his back and his balls hitting against the husky's as the large shaft buried itself deep inside him, making him scream. Every thrust brought forth a new wave of pain, the slide eased by the precum as Jeff got off more and more on it, hitting places inside him Ed he never knew existed and making the experience an exquisite sort of torture. The pain mixed with unwilling pleasure, making tears drip from eyes and his cock start to leak even if it was far from the hardness he was used to when fucking his girlfriend.

"Now that's a good bitch." Jeff coed again, as if sensing the way his muscles spasmed and relaxed as the pain faded into pleasure, thrusting into him like he was a mere toy. Harsh grip on his waist, laughing and joking with his friend as he used him. The sound of thrusts and the smell of them would be shameful enough without the drip of both of his and Jeff's precum, sliding from his gaping asshole between thrusts and to the floor.

The goat was getting even more excited, as were Jeff's thrusts, bull balls churning up a heavy load that would get any fertile pussy pregnant, instead he would use it to fill up Ed's formerly virgin ass, ruin him for looking when he wasn't invited.

He trashed, trying to avoid it, but it was useless, the goat friend approached and Jeff fucked him like there was not a thought on his mind except filling him up. Ed knew there would be bruises from the harsh way the bull's flesh connected with his, tree trunk thighs hitting his own as Jeff's hip was glued flush to his ass.

He felt himself be lifed from the ground, Jeff's strong hands holding him up to ease his thrusts, almost like Ed was sitting on his lap, humiliting him. The pressure against that pleasing spot was like bliss in the midst of hell, and his cock leaked watery cum down his legs, matting his own fur and Jeff's who moaned and chuckled as he realized what had happened, thrusting fully into him and holding him there as he unloaded his balls into the unwilling husky.

Ed tried to catch his breath, holding himself against the wall until the goat pulled him by the hair, stroking his cock directly over him, with the camera pointed down at his face as that too was covered in cum, enough that he pointed his cock down to hose the rest of his body making sure he was not only covered in it but would reek of the abuse he suffered.

The goat laughed, wiping his paw across his face, but pulling his fingers away before Ed could bite them. He could not wipe the cum away, and some of it fell onto his open mouth, salty and revolting, he knew the taste would forever be marked on his mind.

Meanwhile Jeff slapped his ass again, snorting powerfully as he removed his cock. Leaving a gaping hole where there once had been a tight entrance. The bull admired his work with a laugh, running a finger through it and watching as cum leaked out. "What a waste." His tone was disapproving, fingers moved to fill the void left by his cock. "Pity we didn't bring a plug, huh?"

He fingered Ed as he talked, moving them as deep as he could within him, reaching for that spot until Ed's legs were trembling. He slowly put him on his feet, letting the husky lean against the way for support before he took the fingers out. Under the stark bathroom light, he showed them to him, covered in cum.

Ed would have cried if he weren't so exhausted. He showed no reaction, not until Jeff shoved them on his mouth, making him lick them clean. Without a choice he licked them, trying not to choke on the fingers large enough to make him gag, the implied threat on Jeff's deep brown eyes enough to stop him from biting down on them. Jeff hummed, pleased, fucking his mouth with them while he stroked his softening cock.

"You got all that?" He turned to ask his friend, who still held the phone. Cock hanging from his open pants. Ed closed his eyes, getting used to the strong, salty flavor of the bull's cum as he licked the last of it from his thick fingers. He kept sucking and licking even as Jeff ceased his movements, only realizing a few seconds too late. Jeff caressed his hair with a chuckle. "Good boy."

Then he pulled away, cleaning up his fingers and cock on the tattered remains of Ed's pants as he struggled to remain upright. He turned away from the bull and his friend, trying to collect his dignity.

"There's more where that came from," The bull whispered from behind him, tongue tracing his ear and making him shiver, "when you're ready." He bit down slightly, heavy hand landing on his battered ass before slowly retreating but not before leaving a piece of paper next to him over the urinals. Ed stood motionless, refusing to react, scared of saying anything, of doing anything.

He didn't know what came over him, later, after he tried his best to rid himself of the filth and wore clean clothes, to reach for the paper left behind and hide it in his pocket. All he knew is that along with the whole encounter, he pretended it didn't happen.

Now, here he was, alone and ashamed. The video circulating, friends, family, his girlfriend. He would be made into laughinstock, not to mention having been kicked out of his own house. He had nothing left, nothing but the adress scrawled into ripped paper, somewhere in his bag.

"When you're ready." Jeff had said. What choice did he really have?