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Late Night

By: ToraKuma

I turned the key to ignite the engine of my beat up Accord and pulled out of the long driveway; my heart racing with the natural rush of excitement and fear that had become second nature to me. I made a point to absentmindedly check my rear-view mirror before speeding off down the dark, winding, country road. I only had to drive to the next town over to pick him up, but had to drive all the way to Easthampton to buy the dope from the only dealer he trusted. I had tried to explain to the bull that I had my own contacts but he had almost called the whole thing off when I presented the idea. I opted to go along with him and his routine. He had mentioned something about getting his balls cut off if someone named 'Dozzer' found out he bought from someone else. I knew how bulls were about fertility so I shut my mouth and wrote down the directions to where he lived.

I pulled onto the one-lane highway and tried for the hundredth time to recall what was at the intersection of Day and Bridge Street. There were a few houses, a ball park, a bus stop, but for some reason I couldn't remember that exact intersection. Even with the erection pressing painfully against my cargo shorts, knot threatening to show itself, I tried to fight the exciting thoughts of impending domination and the exhilaration of another late night.

I focused on the road ahead, blotting out the day's events; the coffee with Sara this morning and the engaging conversation that followed before I had to be in class. The two hours of Physiology followed by another two hours of Biochemistry made for a grueling day. At lunch I met up with Sara again and unsurprisingly that ended with my knot lodged inside her rosy pinks before having to meet Kevin at the record store. He had forgotten his keys again and the only reason I was able to save him was that I needed the job to fill my spare time otherwise I'd be doing what I was doing now more often and I couldn't have that happening; someone would start to suspect.

The house looked dark but when I pulled into the gravel driveway a large shadow loomed in the doorway of the off white house. Even through the darkness I could see the peeling paint and rotting wood porch from twelve feet away. The faint glow of cigarette embers illuminated his face, but in the oppressive darkness it made the bull look even more haunting. He dropped the butt before stomping it out as he leisurely made his way to the car. He was wearing a heavy leather jacket that hid his muscles but only to give the impression of more that really wasn't there. His thighs gave him away though. Thicker than my Pyrenees head; I knew this guy was masculinity, outlaw, drug-addict, one-percenter all rolled up into one and at that moment I didn't mind that my knot popped out of my sheath. My underwear were instantly wet.

I was surprised that he didn't rip the door off its hinges when he opened the car door. The entire vehicle rocked back and forth as he crawled into my tiny four-banger car. Gripping the steering-wheel I glanced around the interior almost expecting the tires to buckle under the added weight. The slam of the door returned my tiny world to darkness. He looked around and when I didn't immediately take off again he cleared his voice.

"What are you waiting for?" He spoke sounding a little sick. I was studying medicine in school and I knew a sickened tone from a tired one; though he sounded both. Who would have guessed that a year after entering college that I'd be in the situation I was in now. The things a restless wayward mind does to entertain itself... Only now it was becoming more of an obsession than a hobby. Besides, who pays drug addicts Heroin and Speed in return for an ass pounding? Sure, I had only met this bull under an hour ago on craigslist, but he was just another fur to add to the list of scum willing to do anything for another hit. It was disgusting and making me harder than Sara ever could in all her curvaceous glory.

"Nothing..." I stammered and took my Accord out of park and continued the curving driveway until it let back out onto the road. I could feel the bull's eyes darting about my messy car. There were nights I slept out of it when I couldn't bear the thought of returning home just to listen to my roommates fucking. I had nothing against gay guys otherwise I wouldn't be living with them. But they were loud fuckers and often brought a third party over and there was only so much that I could take before the moans and groans of male on male sex drove me nuts. I could only handle my own and the males who fucked me.

No one knew what I did. Not even my gay roommates because then they'd be too eager to get me in bed. I had no interest in sleeping with dudes. I only needed the occasional fuck from a doped up bull or bear to last me long enough to get me through my term papers and tests. I don't know what really started it. I guess I was just bored one night and made the mistake of entering the male for male section of craigslist and the next thing I knew I was being forced to suck off a Rottweiler while he did lines of cocaine. I guess it's the way they treat me; somewhere between a piece of slutty ass and a dude doing them a small favor. They never get angry with me; though I've had a few bruise me during sex. I even got a bloody nose from being hate-fucked in a bathroom stall in the Eastworks building one night. Imagine what it took to get the blood out of my thick white fur!

We drove in silence along the same stretch of road I used to get here. I knew he couldn't hear it but my heart beat in my groin and every pulse of blood coursing through the red/purple cock swathed in my damp boxers sounded like a thousand drums all pounding in unison. I almost wished I could drive with the cab light on as it would have been hot to have him notice just how excited, how terrified I was. He sat with his hands on his bulging thighs; rubbing the palms up and down the denim like he had an itch he couldn't scratch and sat biding his time until he could. He smelt strongly of tobacco and liquor, a disgustingly sweet smell I had grown accustomed to and associated with the act of being drilled. Hard.

When he finally did speak again, because I was too nervous to initiate conversation myself, he directed me when to pull off the highway. I knew he wanted a quick fix, a quick fuck and a number in case he ever wanted it again. Normally I wouldn't give out any personal information to the guys who fucked me but I rationalized it by assuming he wouldn't need it often; being friends with a dealer and all. I had already given him my number and he probably had it in his phone right now or tacked to his fridge or something similar. I don't know how addicts lived; I didn't care about that, only about their cocks and how well they can fuck.

"It's the last house at the end there. Park on the street, not in the driveway, that way he knows why we're here. Do you have the money?" He spoke with a memorized regiment and I followed the instructions impeccably. I killed the engine and dug the forty dollars out of my front pocket and passed it across to the bull who took the two twenties before checking to make sure they were real enough. "Wait here; I may be a few minutes. Dozzer likes to ramble on while he cuts. I have to oblige him if I want my shit."

Without another word he relieved my poor car of his weight to leave me alone in the darkness, slightly trembling, in excitement of course. I watched as he hobbled his way across a yard even darker than his own, if that was even possible. There were two junked cars parked in the side yard, their dark, empty shells whispering of times long past. I wondered who this Dozzer was and if he was into fucking Great Pyrenees with stunted genes. The thought only crossed my mind though. I never asked too many questions. None, if I could get by without doing so.

The bull, his name still a mystery; as it was with most the guys I hooked up with, reached the door and knocked before waiting a few moments. I held my breath until the blood in my brain thudded painfully against my skull but didn't let go until the door opened a sliver; the only reason I even noticed was that the darkness on the other side of the door was even blacker than the darkness that surrounded it. The leather adorned bovine stood only a few moments, his hands in his jacket pockets before the deep darkness swallowed him whole.

The silence inside my part-time home was painful but not quite excruciating. I felt enveloped by my own sinister mind; the clockwork of my brain turned cogs of deviancy that even my own roommates would frown upon. I had posted a very simple but to the point ad on craigslist using the old 'party and play' term coupled with the statement 'Seeking biker/redneck to top Great Pyrenees'. I knew that my species was known for its strong bloodline and many males sought to top guys like me. The party and play discreetly told the reader that I was willing to bring drugs into the mix. The bull had replied with a single line that got my flaccid cock to perk up instantly.

"Can you buy the shit?"

I replied saying I could buy and knew where to get it. That he could do it in front of me or even while fucking me. I went into more detail about what I wanted and what I could give. He Replied by asking:

"Can you pick me up?"

I told him I could. I asked where he lived, told him that I was in Northampton. He responded by telling me that he had to get the drugs from his dealer; something about Dozzer having his nuts, and where to find his place in two, very short, sentences. I ran the address into Google maps and was out the door before I could get all the way hard. Now I was hoping the bull wouldn't take too long in there. It was already five minutes to midnight and while most students were out partying or studying I was sitting in my car while a biker was busy spending my tuition money on dope.

I wanted so badly to jerk off even though I had already emptied a load into Sara today. The wonders of birth control. But now I was hard for a whole different reason. My eyes were glued to that blackened doorway, intent on seeing through the shabby outer walls, past the pipes and into that deep dark interior that held so many recent secrets. Time was passing but when the bull finally emerged from the house, alone, I had to double check the clock because I hadn't believed he had only been inside for a mere ten minutes.

He walked back towards the car in the same way he had gone towards the door; hands in pockets, head straight ahead. I only noticed the large figure in the open doorway after he was merely five feet from my car. It groaned under his weight a second time, the cab light illuminating my world while it obscured the outside. When the door was shut and the light went out the figure was gone and I was left with making the u-turn back towards the highway.

Once again, the only sounds came from the internal combustion engine and my thumping heart; the miles to my empty house shrinking ever smaller with each beat. There were so many things that I wanted to say, to ask. There always was. Questions about drugs and why some furs became addicted. I had these questions because I myself have never done them and don't intend to. Growing up I had been around them. Everywhere I looked either one of my friends was getting high or my family members were secretly popping pills. I knew early on what I didn't want to be, but could never get passed the curiosity of it all. I wasn't disgusted by it, having grown up around it all, but even now, the thought of the bull shooting up upon returning to my place didn't help the condition in my pants.

When we finally pulled into my driveway I was glad to see that the lights in the house were still off and should remain so late into the night. The roomies were out at Diva's, the only gay and lesbian club and bar in the area. I've been just to humor them before but tonight I pretended to have school work that needed my attention. I pulled the emergency brake and the silence that followed after the engine was cut was a bit more bearable this time. I feigned to struggle with my seat belt before the bull's bulky form spoke.

"Nice place." He grunted and climbed out of my car. His voice sent shivers down my spine and I followed him to our wide wooden porch. Maybe it was just my nerves this time; my paws trembled as I tried the lock a few times before swinging the heavy oak door inwards. I don't think he noticed my nervousness in this darkness. The house itself was owned by a wealthy fox couple who had decided to rent it out to college students after they both had retired. They only asked that the tenants water the various trees out back. It would be Sam's turn tomorrow! I flicked up a light switch and the ornate glass chandelier illuminated instantly, casting the entryway into warm welcoming light.

"My rooms up stairs, Second door on the right, first is the bathroom, if you need some, umm, privacy." The towering bull rolled his shoulders, causing the leather around them to creak with the strain. He simply nodded and took the stairs one at a time. I sighed in momentary relief when his hulking form disappeared around the corner, but it only left me enough time to re-lock the door and fetch a glass of water. I didn't let my mind wander this time. I did what I had to and found myself on the landing outside my room. Without knocking I entered.

I didn't expect to see what I saw. Though truthfully I never knew what I was going to see these days. He still wore his tight leather jacket over that two-sizes-too-small shirt, but his pants were undone and around his ankles; limp cock hanging beside a pair of massive balls encased in rough bovine hide. He looked so out of place among my shelves of books, clean, bare, white walls, and now he was using my computer desk as a place to cut his drugs. I could see the two different bags, two different colors, one white, one a light brown; two colors for two extremes. I quickly shut the door and locked it like I had the first.

I knew how this worked so I pulled my shirt from my own narrow shoulders, and discarded it only a few feet away. I'm sure I could have disappeared against the pale walls behind me if I still didn't have my pants on. The fur around my chest and shoulders began to stand on end, having been confined by my tight shirt, but I think it would have happened anyways. Mr. Bull; or so I decided to call him, leaned down into the first line of white powder and inhaled sharply through his nose. The first line was gone, sucked up in an instant and was now on a collision course with the bull's brain.

I struggled with my belt, wanting to be between the bull's legs long before it took effect. My eyes were glued now to the flaccid cock awaiting my attention. His shirt was riding up his belly and it was then that I actually noticed how large his gut was. He was more than an addict; he was a boozer, because I knew a beer belly when I saw one. I stepped closer and dropped my knees to the hardwood, my paws working with my zipper. I inched forward and had my nose in his pubic fur before he could finish cutting the line of heroin.

He smelled like leather, booze, sweat, and pre. He wasn't even hard yet and the bull was already oozing onto my tongue. I hefted the heavy balls in my paw and tugged softly, doing what I could to get the blood flowing. If he made any movement in notice of what I was doing, I couldn't tell. A second snort told me he had taken the smack to the brain and was hopefully ready to fuck.

His cock was stubborn; still soft and unwilling to change but I continued to suck that soft meat like it was no body's business. I used my tongue expertly, rubbing the head while my lips worked the shaft. A third snort and I only hoped it was the speed because he was going to need it.

I got my pants off my waist and my cock free of its prison; knot and all. It hung heavy and dripped a steady stream of pre into the bull's pants. His feet-hooves were still wrapped in his denim jeans but thankfully he was still able to spread his legs wide enough. Finally a glimmer of hope arose in his crotch. I could feel blood pulsing through the cock in my mouth, the muscles expanded and soon I was working with a semi. 'Good enough for suckin', not enough for fuckin'.'

A bear had said that to me once. He was a drunk; an alcoholic father of two sons and a bitch wife and he had discovered the power of the internet, only he was too stupid to post his craigslist add in the male for female and ended up at the door to my house. He had decided to give the whole gay thing a chance, too drunk to be straight, but in the end couldn't get hard enough to fuck me. I only hoped this bull had a bit more in him than daddy bear. Drugs fucked with your libido sometimes, but surely this stud wouldn't cop out like that.

I shouldn't have trusted to hope. He nodded out; chin on his chest, paws hung limp between his legs, cock limp and slick with my spit. My heart was racing but I remembered the small stash of Viagra's I had in my dresser drawer. I had bought them off a dealer I had hooked up with occasionally; an ex body builder who would inject methamphetamine into his own cock before fucking. He had no use for the little blue pills so he sold them to me cheap.

I left the bull's lap and dug in my drawer for the little baggie. I picked one out and sauntered back to the doped up bovine; my knotted cock wagging painfully back and forth. I had never drugged someone before, but what the bull didn't know wouldn't hurt him. The most he'll suspect is that he was hornier than he thought. So I half stood and half straddled him as he sat sleeping in my desk chair.

Gently I tilted his heavy head back, careful not to poke my arm on his head horns. His mouth went lolling open and the reek of cigarettes and beer came wafting up into my face. I let the pill slide down his tongue and down his throat with the help of my paw gently on his Adam's apple. Now all I had to do was wait, but instead of waiting patiently on my knees like a good little puppy, I placed both my paws on the sides of his ridiculously thick face and neck, feeling the strength of his strong jawline and bulging muscles that ran down to his stocky shoulders.

I kissed him then. Only on the lips at first, but his gaping maw was practically inviting my tongue to explore territory I've never sought before now. The smell of booze and tobacco tar was twice as strong but the overwhelming scent of male made my cock spasm and my whole body shiver as a few tablespoons of pre leaked into his lap. I reached my paw down, massaging his ball sac and flaccid cock, smearing my canine pre across his organs as I kissed him; taking all I could get from the doped up stud.

I wasn't sure if it was the Viagra or the slippery sensation of my paw, but the bull quickly perked up and the whole eight and a half inches was rubbing against my tail-hole even as I stood on one foot-paw. With a paw on the veiny monster and another on his bulging chest to steady myself, I eased the head against my star of flesh. I was desperately wishing he would wake up and take charge but until he regained his consciousness I would have to do all the work.

It slipped into my not-so-tight hole and instantly I felt full and whole and really fucking good. The one thing I had been missing all week long was here and I reveled in the moment. I moaned into his mouth and tried to breathe his breath back as I slowly lowered my ass into his lap. I couldn't quite make the whole eight and a half inches, not at that angle anyways, so I remained content with just the seven. I sat there a second, adjusting to the new presence inside me while my cock leaked onto his dark, skin tight shirt. It wasn't until I gently started moving up and down on the impressive cock that he started to stir.

Slowly he nodded back into awareness but at first all he could do was sit there; arms hanging over the edges of my chair, head slung back over the back of the seat, eyes spinning around. I leaned in and kissed him again but his mouth didn't seem to know what to do with my tongue so I came off and looked into his bloodshot eyes. When it seemed like he finally realized who or what I was, he simply rubbed his eyes with two thick fingers. A deep, guttural grumble bellowed up from his diaphragm then, and his hips twitched and eyes narrowed on me.

"The Fuck...?" He grunted with bewilderment. It took few more moments before he realized what was truly happening. I only felt his hoof-paws on me for a moment before he threw me off of him; the sad sensation of losing that warm cock in my ass was rather fleeting before the pain of the hard wood floor met my back. I don't remember gasping for air, only this thick hands grabbing me by my chest fur to lift me four feet off the ground.

Was it my sick, sick mind that felt the brief moment where my perpetual leaking cock smeared a thick line of pre across his chest before he threw me again? All I knew for sure was that I was on my back once again but this time on my own comfortable bed, but the bull had tripped, his floored pants impeding his toss. He stumbled over me, face just barely avoiding being impaled on my cock. This seemed to confuse him a second before he regained his anger and raised a fist, ready to smite me for my deviant actions. But he froze; arm cocked back above his head, his other hand on my throat. It might have been my expression of utter horror; if it wasn't, I couldn't begin to guess.

"The fuck were'ya kissing me fer?" His eyes gazed over my body, then back to my face. He studied me, noticed when I swallowed air in dread. When he looked back towards the dresser and saw the two lines of speed yet untouched, he seemed to regain his bearings. He lowered his arm but still pressed me firmly into my mattress just to prove a point. He had remembered just who it was who had helped him out in his time of need.

Ungracefully, he stood, pulled up his pants, but found his throbbing boner too bulbous to pack away inside his denim jeans. He fiddled with it for a few seconds before grunting a curse and giving up. He stood there again, staring down at my naked body, my tail between my legs and my cock at attention. I couldn't tell if he was repulsed or riveted by what he saw. He stared down at his own cock again, and for the longest time he just looked back and forth, from mine to his. I wanted to reach down and grab hold of my own. The sudden excitement at the fear of being beaten to a pulp had me harder than ever, but I was also quite afraid of what he would do if I began to jerk off in front of him.

I could help but ask myself: _'Did he not remember our deal? I'd buy him drugs and I could, 'we' could, fool around! Maybe he thought fooling around meant me sucking him off and nothing else...'_I was rather surprised when he took hold of his cock, squeezed, looked at me, then returned to his cock before slowly stroking it up and then down the shaft. His other arm hung still at his side, his massive legs flexed with each stroke and I couldn't help but notice the strand of pre that dripped down from the tip. He towered above me, a mountain of testosterone, and all I could think about was him fucking me till I couldn't walk.

He glanced back to the desk and the two lines of speed. Now that he had gotten his narcotic fix, perhaps he was ready to 'take off', so to speak. He looked at me again with those dark deep eyes and I took the opportunity to lift my legs up behind my head, revealing my nicely prepped tail-hole. The bull shook his head but the obvious grin was plan on his face.

"Fucking faggot." He grunted before shucking off his heavy leather jacket, tossing it on the chair before pulling his equally tight shirt over his head revealing a vast array of scars and tattoos that stretched over his muscular form. The one that stood out in particular was the Old English that arched on his belly just under his belly. The words 'Hide N Seek' seemed a very accurate representation of what and who this bull probably really was.

On the outside he was a tough looking, ex-biker with a drug problem, but on the inside he was a closet case who let guys blow him for drugs. It might have only been my sick imagination running wild with me, but when he finally bent over the desk to snort up both lines of speed, I could clearly see his tail-hole; string-thin tail swatting through the air above it. It wasn't as loose as mine but I could tell it wasn't a virgin hole either. I had lots of experience in rim-jobs with straight furs and the typical straight fur's tail-holes were always much smaller, less dilated.

He came back up, back arched back, fingers spread apart as he took in a deep breath of air; almost as if he had been holding his breath underwater and he had just breached the surface. His cock bounced as he pivoted on one foot as the other slipped out of the last bits of his denim confines. His balls hung heavy with what I knew to be cum and testosterone and I wanted it all inside me.

"If I'm gonna fuck you, you gotta keep quiet." He grunted somberly but I could see a lustful sparkle gleaming behind the din of his blood-milk eyes. "I can't stand it when they moan and scream."

I could understand why someone would scream when being fucked by that monstrous cock, but I was a seasoned veteran when it came to being ass fucked. I knew my way around a cock and my ass was desperate for a good pummeling. I quickly nodded and pulled my legs closer to my chest. This was all he needed. He sniffed real hard and wiped his nose with the back of his hoof-paw before climbing onto the bed. It groaned with his weight and I thought I heard a wooden beam crack but I couldn't take my eyes off of his swinging cock as he scooted on his knees towards me.

He wasted no time; didn't even take aim. He simply took hold of my ankles and dove right in, plunged deep down all the way to my prostate which seemed to rejoice in the sudden stabbing. My cock throbbed and leaked pre that disappeared into my white belly fur. I stifled a moan, remembering his wishes and kept my paws on the bed above my head; too afraid to touch my knotted cock in fear of losing my load too soon.

His hips worked like a motor, his cock like a piston, he drove into me again and again, the weight of his body rattling my skull with each thrust. He was panting, making little noises of pleasure but I dared not let slip a single squeak. Each slam against my prostate was an electrocution but the more and more the massive amount of meat slid in and out of my anal passage I became more and more accustomed to it. I was an expert after all. It made me think about Sara and if she felt the same way when I fucked her, if her vaginal walls became in tuned with my knot and shamefully sporadic thrusts. The only difference was I never seemed to last very long and the guys I fuck around with always seem to have hours of fuck time in them. That was probably thanks to the drugs though.

Mr. Bull was obviously speeding balls because he was suddenly dripping sweat and breathing heavily, but whether or not he was close to cuming I couldn't say. I could tell it was pleasurable for him, could see it in his hazy eyes, but the drugs in his system kept him plowing on. It wasn't until he made a strange grunting noise that I knew he was already about to blow. It was a deep sound in the pit of his stomach and the slight twist of his face that gave him away. But he didn't slow down. He didn't stop. He kept fucking away and his thrust became wet and sloppy with the wet of his cum but my hole continued to take a beating.

I was honestly hopping for this. With most speed freaks, they could fuck and cum and fuck and cum without missing a beat. He did lean in a bit; pressing my legs as far back as they could go until his horns were right above my head and a drop of sweat would occasionally fall from his snout or chin and land on my forehead. His breath was hot, his beer belly against my cock was hot, his cock in my ass was hot and I felt like I was on fire. I could only imagine what he felt. I squeezed my hole but he didn't seem to like it like most guys did. He only grimaced and fucked me harder; taking a moment to land a few powerful strokes against my prostate. I almost thought I could feel the head poking up through my throat.

When I felt a second wave of wetness seeping from my hole I marked his second cum. Just like before he kept fucking me but slowly began to slow. He adjusted his hoof-paws on my legs, leaned ever closer towards my face until I breathed in his own carbon dioxide and was practically crushing my knot with his belly. The sloshing sound of his cock going in and out of my hole became slower and stickier sounding until finally the whole thing slipped from my hole, leaving an empty, gaping, void cobwebbed with strands of frothy bull cum. I wish to gods I could have seen it.

He rolled off to lay beside me just short of gasping for breath. His belly was a heaving mountain and his cock a glistening spear that stood straight up out of a forest of pubes soaked with the drippings of his cum and my ass juices. I let my legs straighten up. I had been in that position for a lot longer than that before but Mr. Bull had a particularly tight grip and my legs were thankful to stretch out once again. My eyes found themselves glued to the sight of his cock and when the bull noticed my gaze he grunted a cough and spoke.

"Suck on it some more."

I obeyed.

With a paw resting on his thick thigh and the other arm sandwiched between his side and my chest, I began to lick and suck that spear clean. My own cock was still throbbing and I couldn't help from occasionally brushing the drippy tip against his leg whenever my inner muscles flexed and the whole member throbbed with my heartbeat. Even with his head back, arms stretched above his head, he watched me work; making those tiny noises of pleasure as I worked him over. I wasn't surprised when I discovered his heart beat resonating though his cock too, a tremendous boom that seemed to make my lips bounce as they worshiped. I even said a little thankful prayer to the little blue pills.

I've sucked a lot of cock in the past few years; big ones, small ones, canine's and feline's, but this was only the second time I've met lips with a bovine's. I've sucked off a horse once, wasn't a huge fan of it. Not being able to put the whole thing in my mouth was a big disappointment. Mr. Bull's dick wasn't anywhere near as big as a horse cock, but it was still pretty large. It offered up a challenge without impossible feats. I straddled one of his legs; my paws running up and down his coarse bovine fur, occasionally groping his leathery sac as I opened my throat as far as it would go, swallowing the massive slab of beef, leaving only a half inch uneaten.

"Fuck..." He groaned deeply as my muzzle came off his cock with a sloppy wet pop. I gazed up at his face. He had both his arms back; his torso propped up on his elbows, eyes wide with intrigue at my oral skills, but quickly diverted his stare when he saw me looking up at him. Taking a lengthy lick of his scrotum brought his attention back to me however and when I took both of his nuts into my maw he groaned out again but this time it was more of a moan, coming from his throat instead of his gut. Licking his taint brought another one. I wondered if he liked how his cock rested on my forehead, his balls blinding me. I decided not to give him the time to think as I shifted my paws between his legs and lifted like he had with me; taking a long healthy whiff of his crack before slurping up the length of it.

"The f-fuck are ya doin'?" He demanded, but on the contrary, his voice sounded rather content with the current situation. His whole body seemed to shiver as I found his leathery hole; dilated and puckered as if he had not only hoped for this attention, but expected it. I was lying painfully on my cock now and the bit of pre forming there was quickly becoming a pool as my knot throbbed. My forehead was becoming rather wet as well.

I found his hole again after a series of thorough licks along his furry crack; the star of muscle offered up no resistance as my tongue pushed through. Instantly I was in heaven. Sucking a cock is one thing; eating out the ass of a two hundred and eighty pound 'straight' bull was another. The sudden exaggerated moan that came from the pit of his stomach however was almost a surprise to me. I actually felt his hole tighten around my tongue but that only drove my muzzle deeper between his sweaty cheeks. The bulls cock left my forehead and when his balls began to bounce on the bridge of my nose I knew he was masturbating furiously.

"S-sto-p." I heard him whimper; such a small little sound from such a big guy. I waited, dove in with my tongue one more time; waiting in vain for the 'don't' I hoped he would say. But he only shivered and whimpered again. "S-stop..." I didn't listen. I groped thee sides of his thighs, squeezed his buttocks in my paws, dug my tongue into his saliva soaked star. Then it was gone. "I said STOP!"

His body shifted and when I looked up he was sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands, mumbling to himself. I took my time straightening up, clenched my own ass when I felt a bit of cum dribble out and ignored my cock that was still hard and dripping. I waited a moment; my legs folded Indian style behind the giant bull until he turned back and looked at me, just for a moment before turning back.

"You're gonna fuck me, you hear!" He grunted with the authority I knew and loved about guys like him; though I was rather shocked by his words. I had stared at his tattooed back for a few moments before I actually comprehended what he had said. I had never fucked a male before. I had never had the desire to. I knew he had more fuck in him and I wanted a third, fourth and maybe a fifth load inside of me before thee night was up, but when he turned to look at me again my muzzle seemed glued shut. His gazed lowered to my lap and I was rather bewildered when he actually licked his lips. "You get that knot inside me too! And afterwards you never say a word about it to anyone. You hear?"

I nodded slowly.

I truly couldn't believe it. I stared wide eyes and dumbstruck as he rose again and returned to my desk but didn't bother taking a seat. Instead he opened the bag of crank and began to pour out a thick line. Without scraping it into a neater line like he had before he snorted up the pile of dust with his rolled up dollar bill like it was nothing but air. I waited for him to straight up, turn back around, hop back onto my bed on his back, something, but he stayed like that; bent over the desk with his legs spread ever so.

"Well?" He grunted and started me in doing so. I realized then that he wanted to me fuck him over the desk. I slowly stood; even bent over like he was his shoulders were still level with my chest. I felt awkward as I approached from behind and when my cock nestled between his cheeks my whole body shivered. I could almost even say I was scared. My cock had only ever known my paw or Sara's pussy. This was foreign territory but his ass backed into my hips in the same way I would have if it was me who was about to be skewered upon a knotted cock.

His hole was still wet and slippery with my saliva and the star of flesh practically offered up no resistance when my hips nervously pushed forward, at least not until I reached the knot. I let out a soft little moan. It felt almost identical to Sara, though she was a bit tighter than Mr. Bull here. I was even more surprised when the mountain of male-hood before me sighed in obvious pleasure as the knotted mass as the base of my cock pressed against the already stretched hole.

His ass was plainly used to this sort of treatment and it got my mind thinking of all the possible things that might have been done to him before. Maybe I wasn't the first one who's fucked him. Maybe his dealer Dozer fucked him too. The only thing I knew for sure was he was just as big of an ass slut as I was. When I pulled my cock completely from his hole I bent down a bit to see the dark wet passage it had once filled. He seemed to read my mind because before he could finish his next command I already had my tongue in his gaping passage, sucking at the pre my cock had leaked.

The second time my cock slipped effortlessly into his ass I pressed the knot into the stretched ring of muscles, held it there for a moment before ripping the entire length out again; repeating the process of rimming the loose spongy flesh inside his ass. Only when I was thoroughly satisfied with the flavor of his insides did I truly start to fuck him. I couldn't help but think of Sara and the way I would fuck her; not too fast, not too slow, but full and deep as she liked it. It was a different story with the bull. I felt exhilarated and eager, impatient even, and the thought of getting my knot into his ass made my balls ache with anticipation.

"Ever get tied before?" I asked feeling a little powerful. It was odd because I was usually the one who submitted to the bigger and hornier males. It was exciting and almost scary to think that I was in a position of power.

"O-once..." He mumbled as my cock slid in and out of his ass with long, slick sounding sloshes. He didn't act like I would have thought someone like him would act if they were getting fucked. The over-masculine males I've been fucked by before wouldn't get caught dead with a dick in their rear end. But Mr. Bull seemed to enjoy it quite a bit. He would push his ass back as my hips thrust forward; his own hips would gyrate as the tip of my cock reached his prostate so that instead of simply poking it, it would smash into it instead. "Fuck... Just get it in me!"

I was already trying actually. Every couple of thrusts I would press the knot against the elastic ring, hold it, pull back, thrust a few more times and then try again. It was much easier to tie before you were fully hard but my dick was nowhere near being soft. I'm pretty sure I haven't lost the same hard-on I have since I got home earlier this afternoon. As soon as I start browsing Craigslist for a potential fuck, it doesn't die until I have at least three or four loads inside of me. I could still feel his first two sloshing around inside me. I knew I wouldn't be content until I had a few more from him.

I could tell he was jerking off too; His hand-hoof working the thick member back and forth in time with my fucking. I only hoped he saved the load for my butt. Every so often he would have to stop, re-lower his hips so I didn't have to stand on my tippy toes, but it didn't bother me in the least, if anything it reminded me that I was fucking a male who was much larger than I. So I kept up my pace and continued to press my knot into him as I held on to his thick hips.

When he abruptly stood up with a deep baritone grunt I almost thought I had hurt him somehow. My heart almost stopped as he pushed back with his ass squeezing my dick because suddenly I was falling backward onto my bed with him on top of me. He let out a quick gasp of breath as my knot pressed hard into him, the rest of my seven inches was impaling him real deep. I wasn't sure what was happening at first, my paws instinctively tried to push the giant off of me, but my cock stayed lodged in his dark, hot, hole. When the bull started to bounce up and down it finally dawned on me. 'He's really serious about taking my knot...'

I turned my head, remembering the rectangular hanging mirror that hung beside my door. The angle provided a perfect view of the mountainous bull riding up and down on my cock. His hands were on my knees and I could see the head of his cock bounce up into view every time he reached the top of my pole. With each ride down he would put as much of his weight as he could handle on the knot of my cock, almost as if he were trying to force it in. He continued like that for a while; going up, then down the entire length, pressing hard against the knotted mass each time. When this tactic seemed futile he stood altogether; his ass dripping with my pre cum as my cock slipped from inside.

I think we both knew it wasn't a matter of lubrication, but purely the fact that my knot was pretty big. Even Sara couldn't tie with me unless I was half hard. He stared down at my lap, chest heading, eyes red, paw stroking his hefty cock. I couldn't tell if he was taking a break or thinking of another way to get me inside of him. Abruptly he climbed up onto the bed, standing straight over me with a leg on either side. I thought he was about to flip me over as he reached down with his huge arms, but his hands found my furry white chest before he squatted down, his cock rubbing against my belly as his ass enveloped my cock once again.

Using the bed springs as momentum, he would press my body into the bed before it would spring back up as well as my cock; punching deep inside his tail-hole. His face made no indication of pleasure, no indication of pain, only determination. He rode my cock in much a way as I would have ridden his cock; with absolute fervor. My knot would slam between his cheeks each time with a sloppy plop, each time going deeper and deeper. The meth coursing through his veins drove him own, my own lust kept my dick alive and the excitement of the situation actually made my hips trust as he would smash into my lap.

I would have thought it impossible but finally, out of nowhere the knot slipped in. I didn't have to push, his ass had taken such a beating that it finally gave up the fight and took the knot whole. The moment it was in, he stopped dead; slipping to his feet to his knees in order to hold the knot in place. I felt the breath leave my lungs as I held my breath. His eyes went wide, staring into mine, but I couldn't read what they were trying to say for the life of me. It could have been everything at once or nothing at all. I've taken a few knots before and the feeling is unlike any other. Just knowing you're locked with other person is a world shaking sensation.

I don't know what he did; he might have squeezed his tail-hole, flexed his belly-hidden abs, or simply let his heart beat, but I came then. It happened so suddenly. The entire time I had been fucking him I was so caught up in the moment that I didn't realize I had been building towards orgasm. He didn't seem to realize either but when I felt my cock explode inside him I knew he could feel it too. He rocked back and forth on my knot, painfully pulling on my chest fur as he held on to me. His face was blank but his eyes soaked up every expression that rippled across my face. My muzzle was stretched wide in a silent moan of pleasure, my arms were spread wide, my legs stretched out and off the bed and my cock throbbed with wave after wave of orgasm.

"D-don't move." He said with almost a whisper as he loosened his grip on my chest fur but his hands remained there, touching me, rubbing me, feeling me. Now that my knot was inside him, he seemed intent of keeping it there. I shuddered with the last remnants of my climax and began to settle into a very strange afterglow. Normally, as soon as a guy cums, he crawls off of me, gets dressed and leaves me to feel disgusting. His face was nowhere near warm and welcoming but he made no sudden move to rush away.

We stayed like that for a while, him straddling me, knot still firmly planted in his ass. His cock was still hard too and the steady stream of pre was pooling on my flat belly. If he hadn't told me to remain still I would have grabbed up his cock but I just watched it instead, watched him, as one throbbed and the other heaved heavily with a wheezy breath. It normally took a while for my cock to deflate after cuming but before it began to do so he eased up off of it, or tried to anyways. It was stuck. A few more tries resulted in the same thing. He grunted a bit in frustration and with his foot-hoofs adjusted under him, abruptly stood up. There was a quick strain, a moment where he couldn't stand any further but it only lasted a second. The knot popped out and with it a flood of cum and pre that dripped onto and around my blood-red cock.

"Sorry about that..." He spoke with a cough as he hopped off the bed, looking down at my lap while he tried to hide the fact that he was fingering his hole with a hand behind his back and stroked his cock with the other. I couldn't tell if he wanted to suck my dick clean or was only staring at it in amazement.

"No worries." I said with honesty. I had had worse before. There was a tiger who made me push the cum out of my ass and onto his cock before licking it up afterwards. A little ass cum on my dick wasn't a big deal. I sat up and grabbed a towel from a clean stack near my closet. "Do you need some help there?"

His hand returned to his side when I asked, the clear embarrassment on is face almost made me smile. After a moment of thought he turned around and leaned over. His ass still oozed. Using the same towel I used to wipe myself, I cleaned the area around his hole, as high as his butt crack and as slow as his balls that dangled loosely below. Once clean, I pressed my muzzle between his cheeks yet again where my tongue was greeted by the taste of his ass and the even more familiar taste of my own cum. When I was satisfied with how clean he was I pulled away from his ass, my lips smacking with flavor.

"So can you fuck me again?" I asked feeling a little ballzy. He turned around as I stood though I would not have minded having his cock in my face again. I half expected a frown but he had a look of curiosity across his face. "I bought for you, I fucked you; the least you could do is fuck me a few more times before you go."

That made his eyebrow rise rather high but before he said anything he grabbed his shirt from off the chair and pulled it over his head. I stood there as my cock slowly started deflating but his was still engorged and ready to go. When he pulled his leather jacket over his shoulders he pulled a pack of cigarettes from inside an inner pocket. Lighting it, he regarded me as if making a decision in his head.

"Dozer might not like company but I could convince him to let you stay if I share." He said lazily as he took a drag from his cigarette. It was amazing how he could go from speeding balls as he fucked me, to being in a narcotic induced daze the moment the knot was ripped from his ass. "I told him I would be back to his house before two. I wanna fuck you some more, too. Honestly, I haven't had this good of a fuck in a while. But you might have to let Dozer fuck you a few times too if you're gonna come with me. He's a 300 pound pit-bull. His knot is about the same size as yours."

My cock didn't have enough time to fully disappear into my sheath. I was instantly hard again. I could only nod my head in disbelief as I started to dress subconsciously my mind in a haze of possibilities. I had never done anything with more than one guy at a time. Fitting my cock into my jeans was rather difficult and Mr. Bull didn't even try. He made his way down the stairwell across my driveway to my car with his cock sticking out the fly of his jeans.

"I never got your name." I said as I pulled out of my driveway for the second time tonight. I suddenly remembered that I promised to meet Sara for breakfast in the morning but that seemed more and more unlikely with the night's current events. I wasn't sure who this Dozer was. Maybe he was the bull's boyfriend, though that seemed as likely as me marrying the tank in my passenger seat. He did say he had taken a knot before mine. Maybe he does sexual favors for drugs a lot more often than I had thought; the Hide 'n Seek tattoo gaining more and more meaning as I turned it over in my head. "My name's Paul."

"Jason, but everyone calls me Tank." The bull grunted. What irony. When I looked over at him through the darkness I could see he was slowly stroking his cock. My whole body shivered when his free hand reached across the center divider and touched the bulge in my pants; pulling the zipper down. I wish I could have turned the cab light on again, to see if he was smirking smugly, or even to watch as he slowly stroked his semi-permanent erection. I couldn't even begin to fathom how the rest of the night would go, but I knew it was going to be another late night.