The Sex Bench, and the Panther Inside
Follow up to this story: https://www.sofurry.com/view/1597867. Ernest has just build a sex bench which fully encloses a person inside it. He's tested it out and had a blast - and in this story he's excited to share.
Ernest lost track of how much time he'd been lounging on his bed, naked, in the company only of himself and sex bench, the pasiphae structure, he'd just built. It couldn't have been more than ten minutes but it felt like an hour or more of contentment and bliss. He'd have gotten a little nervous about that time if he'd remembered any earlier that his friend was still bound up inside.
"... Finn?" Ernest asked, with a tone of reluctance. He didn't want to break the spell. And somehow he didn't want to embrace the reality that, through this sexual device he had built, that he had bareback fucked his friend, and cum inside him. But it was time to check in. But, inside the structure, the dutiful Finn stayed silent, ever embracing his role as a piece of furniture to be used freely.
"You can speak now." Ernest said.
After a time Finn responded with, "I know."
"How was it?"
"Excellent. I'm not ready to be done."
"You're good with the plug inside you?"
"It's horny as fuck. I'm loving this right now."
"And it's okay that I fucked you?"
"That was hot as fuck, you kidding me? It's like I was anonymously bred. You came in me, right?"
"Uh, yeah. Was that okay?"
"That was amazing. Do it again if you want. I'd like that."
"Maybe later. I'm pretty spent. Do you want out?"
"No, I'm good like this."
"Okay, then. How long do you think you'd last?"
"No idea. But I'd like to be locked up for longer, at least."
"Okay. I'm fine with that. I like that, actually. Could I leave you here?"
"Like, alone?"
"Yeah. I could go for a walk or something, and you'd have no idea when I'd be back."
"That sounds hot. Maybe don't be too long, though."
"That's for me to decide."
"Cheeky fuck. Sure thing."
"Right on." Ernest said.
He put his clothes back on. When he spied Finn's stuff he made another go at hiding them a little better. Not like the panther would be needing his clothes any time soon, and the fewer reminders that there was somebody inside this thing, the better. And it wasn't as though he actually had anywhere to go. He just liked the idea of leaving Finn naked, bound, and helpless inside his room. A little sex toy to be used, for Ernest's pleasure and nobody else. As an afterthought Ernest said,
"You want me to take the plug out?"
"No way. Leave it, that's the best part."
"Okay."
Then Ernest left, unceremoniously, and locked the door. He found himself wandering towards the LGBT club room automatically, even though he didn't have any reason to. They were all his friends, sure - but he wasn't about to share that he'd made a fuck bench and locked Finn inside it. Then his feet changed direction. Moments later he found himself outside of Beef's classroom. Ernest knew the man's schedule and knew where he was at this time of day. He just hadn't realized what his plans were until after he'd made eye contact with the bull, and motioned for him to come over.
"What's up?" Beef said. The man was improbably large, even for a bull. Ernest still couldn't help but be intimidated by him. In spite of himself, a part of him always wondered what it would be like to be bound up inside of those incredibly strong, muscular arms. Beef reeked of masculine energy. Ernest, meanwhile, did not.
"I, uh."
"Something wrong?"
"No way. It's done."
"What- Oh! The bench! The Pasyphee-"
"Phasiphae structure."
"Whatever. How is it? You fuck my mate?" Then, after a guilty pause, "Oh my god, you did! How did it go? Did you cum? I can't believe-"
"Beef!" Ernest said to shush the bull. He'd gotten animated and was talking loudly. They were still standing in the hallway right outside of his college classroom. Ernest could see more than a few piqued ears from the classmates inside.
"Oh, right." The bull said. Then they walked aside and entered a hushed, excited conversation. It was rare for Beef to skip classes. He was here on scholarship, and a lot was riding on him to get good grades. He took his studies seriously. But this matter was more serious still.
"He's still there!?" Beef exclaimed.
"Yup. Wanted to be locked up."
"I'm coming over."
"That's the idea." Ernest said. He was proud of his construction, and excited that Finn's mate was excited as well. But then, why wouldn't he be? His lanky panther was bound up helpless in the ultimate sex bench. It might have been the excitement of the year. They made light conversation on the way to Ernest's dorm.
"So you came?"
"Uh. Yeah."
"Condom?"
"No. We all trust each other."
"I hear ya. Hell yeah. You bred my mate."
"I guess I did."
"What a champ."
They talked that way for a bit. When they reached the dorm room Ernest paused before letting them in.
"Uh, Beef. Try to take it easy."
"I don't know if I can do that bud."
"I'm serious. This thing is new, and I don't want you to break it."
"I won't- Oh. I guess you're right. I'll be careful, I promise. Plus you'll be there to watch, right? So if it gets dicey just tell me to stop. Deal?"
"Deal." Earnest said with a grin. Then he opened the door, and right away he called to his bench, which still had his friend trapped inside. "Finn. Your boyfriend is here. Stay quiet though. I mean it, I don't want to hear a sound out of you. Understood?" And it must have been understood, because there wasn't a perceptible response of any sort. No twitch. No grunt, or moan. Nothing.
"No. Way." Beef said. Right away he walked up to the structure and started to look around. "Finn, you in there buddy? Right, silence. Fuck, I can't believe this, this is so fucking cool. You're really in there, huh? Ernest, cool if I take this thing for a spin?"
Ernest was beyond pleased that Beef already had this level of reaction to the bench. And he almost gave his go ahead, but he had an idea first.
"Think you can lift it?" He asked.
"Probably. Where?"
"Finn's room is across the hall. Let's take it there."
"You're serious?"
"Sure. It's pretty sturdy, and Finn is bound really tight in there. It'll be heavy, but that shouldn't be-"
"No sweat." Beef said casually. He leaned down to pick up the large device, and only then noticed the plug which was still inside. "You didn't tell me he was plugged up!"
"Oh, yeah. He wanted it left in."
"Little slut." Beef said, beaming with pride. "Little cock slut, aren't you? Just a bench to be used and fucked, not even worth being seen, you little cock hungry whore. I don't want to hear a peep out of you, you understand? Not even when I'm plowing my bull seed deep inside of you, you useless panther. I'm going to use you without remorse, and I won't touch your cock because I can't, because it's locked up inside with you, just as useless as you are. You fucking whore."
Ernest blinked, stupefied. That was an awfully erotic speech, and it was a little mean spirited. But Beef was absolutely beaming, so it must be the sort of talk which Finn could really get behind. It was clear that they had done this sort of thing before. Then without further prompting, the massive bull crouched down and picked up the structure with relative ease.
"Jesus." Ernest said.
"Hurry. This is heavier than it looks."
"It should. It's made of-"
"Go." Beef urged.
It was rare for the bull to get short of breath, or to encounter some sort of physical challenge he couldn't meet. He could twist and fold Finn into any manner of sexual pretzel shapes. But hoisting up his fully grown cat, as well as a large bench made entirely of firm, heavy woods, was proving quite the task. So Ernest quickly opened up the door and escorted Beef and his load into Finn's dorm. Finn kept his room a little more messy than Ernest did, but thankfully there was floor space enough to set down the bulky thing. Ernest made a quick inspection of the sex bench's joints. It was sturdy as ever, and perfectly undisturbed. If it could handle that sort of transportation without a care in the world, then maybe it could stand up to Beef's onslaught after all.
Only then did Ernest recall that his dorm was left wide open. So he went to shut it. For a moment he thought about gathering up Finn's things for him. But he decided against it. It helped make the situation just that much more in depth. Finn was naked and bound inside. And sure, he was in his own room now, so he had access to plenty of clothes. But it was fun to imagine that if he did ever get out of this thing that he'd be stuck somewhere else, away from all his personal stuff.
On Ernest's return it was clear that Finn's mate had wasted no time. Already the bull was naked, and lord was he impressive. He was every bit the absolute unit he promised to be. Ernest blushed. It was the second time he'd seen one of his friends in the buff. Granted, it wasn't the absolute first, between camping and swimming and locker rooms, casual nudity wasn't a big deal. But it was always platonic, and in short amounts. This was the first time he'd seen Beef in a sexual light, and it had been his first time seeing Finn that way as well. Then Ernest remembered that he hadn't just seen Finn naked, and in a sexually compromising position - but he had actually fucked the panther, and cum inside him. It overloaded Ernest for just a moment, because it was more brazen of himself than he liked to admit. But his stupor was brief, because Beef wasn't wasting any time at all. He was naked, and he was rubbing at his cock with lube he'd procured improbably fast.
Ernest's new construction, and the horny panther inside, were both about to get the fuck of their lives.
"Hey, Beef. Remember-"
"I'll go easy on it. Just keep an eye on me, and your bench. But this thing is solid as fuck. It can handle it. As can you, can't you babe?" Beef said. He emphasized it with a heavy smack against the side of the chamber which held his tightly bound mate. Still, following his instructions, Finn didn't utter a sound.
Then Beef said, "There you go." And all the while he hadn't stopped lubing up his dick. Then he took the plug out of the bench, and out of Finn's rear. It made a squelching noise but still the panther made no sound. The bull set this dick to the hole in the end of the sex bench - and pushed himself inside.
Beef's dick was thick, though no more thick than the bulb of Finn's dildo-turned-buttplug had been. And he slid in easily. Up until he met just a little resistance about halfway through. Beef fucked himself in and out of the sex bench then, never pushing deeper inside than his mate could handle. Then, when the time was right, Beef angled himself just the right way, and more of his dick slid into the bench.
"Fuck yeah." Beef said, edging his way inside until he hilted the sex bench, and the panther inside.
"Damn." Ernest said.
"You like that?" Beef asked. Only then did Ernest realize that he'd been watching with rapt attention. He had just watched at his friend slid his thick cock fully into his pasiphae bench. Into the panther locked inside.
"I do." Ernest said plainly. "That's amazing."
"You ain't seen nothing yet." Beef said. Then he started to fuck into the structure and put it through its paces. Ernest could only imagine the sensations Finn was getting while he was locked inside.
The fact that Finn was still able to stay deathly quiet was a feat of incredible strength and will. The only noises in the room were the occasional creaks of wood (though not so creaky as to signal a potential break), and the sound of Beef's grunts. He was getting seriously into things, and he wasn't holding anything back. Whereas Ernest had approached the situation carefully at first, with a couple of fingers, and with dildos of mounting size - Beef had just gone for it, unabashedly, with full force, seemingly unconcerned for the helpless cat inside. But then, they were used to this. They had a lot of sex, and they'd done bondage before. If anyone knew Finn's limits, it was his mate. And apparently, a full dick fucking while deep in bondage in a fully enclosed sex bench was well within Finn's capabilities.
And fuck they did. Rather, Beef fucked. Finn was helpless inside, and so obediently quiet as to not exist at all. Then, once again it was just Ernest's construction, as well as Beef plowing his way inside. That helped Ernest get back into the mood in a big way. His wall of a friend was enjoying the shit out of this new sex toy Ernest had built. It made Ernest want in on the fun.
He started to take off his clothes again. He made quick work of it, before he could talk himself out of it. It was made easier by Beef's immediate encouragement.
"Hell yeah Ernest, get in on this!"
"You mean it?"
"Sure I do. Feel great, and there's a hungry slut inside who wants your dick. Plenty to go around, and I don't want to cum yet. Get over here."
"Well, if you insist. But, try and keep quiet about Finn on the inside."
"Does that make it weird for you?"
"It's just easier to imagine that it's the bench and nothing else, if that makes sense."
"I can get behind that. After all, he's nothing more than a useless object with a useless dick. Fucking tiny dick. Disgusting to see, really, and not fit to please even the bitchiest of men. Best keep that shit locked away, or wrapped up tight in some girly panties so I don't have to see that shit. Bet you'd like to be dressed up right now, huh, slut? Dressed up all sexy and ready to be used. But even that's too good for you. Besides, you're not even here. You're just a toy. You're a piece of furniture, you get that? Stay quiet, you piece of shit, I don't want to hear one disgusting sound from you. Just take my cock, and Ernest's cock as well. He's going to fill you with cum, you useless thing. Too bad you can't taste it, I know you love the taste of cum on your lips you cock hungry whore, you cum slut. But none for you. It'll just fill up your ass, and drip outside of you all over Ernest's nice new bench. Then I'll use it for lube and fuck you more, and fill you with even more cum, you useless toy. Ernest, you ready?"
Again, Ernest blinked. It was all he could do. The ferocity of Beef's sex talk took him by surprise. And those were seriously degrading words. Useless, cock hungry slut? Tiny dick? Sheesh. But no doubt they had their rhythm and cadence down to a science. And if Beef was into it, then Finn must be into it as well. So Ernest could get behind it, even if he wasn't much of a dirty talker himself.
But, with Beef's encouragement, Ernest approached. He felt intimidated as he got closer to the massive bull. It was one thing to occasionally imagine Beef in a sexual light. It was near impossible not to. His sense of presence was so strong, and he just reeked of a masculine, casual energy. So being so close to it in action was something else entirely. It made Ernest a little insecure. As though he weren't worthy of being next to someone so strong and clearly male. It made him submissive. Like he didn't want to fuck Finn inside the bench. Like he wanted a turn himself.
Then, ever the mental gymnast, Ernest set himself back on track. If he daydreamed of being submissive to this horny bull, then he could daydream that Beef was commanding him to fuck Finn inside this pasiphae bench. Then it wasn't an act of dominance to fuck his helpless friend - it was an order. So as Beef stepped aside Ernest came right up to the plate. He did take a good long look at Beef's engorged, fully erect cock, however. It was thick and long, and Ernest wanted to feel it inside him. Then he remembered the order that Beef had given him in his mind - and Ernest set about fucking his bench as he had in his own dorm room not that long ago.
The hole was unmistakably more loose than it had been before. But that could hardly be blamed. Finn had been plugged up on his own for some time, as Ernest had gone to collect Finn's mate. And Beef's dick was thick besides. In comparison Ernest was laughably small, even though he knew he was averagely sized. But then, it was impossible not to feel small next to something like Beef's cock. Same as he felt small as a whole simply by standing in Beef's powerful presence. And he could imagine that presence wrapped around him, and inside him, and being taken and held and used, and oh god.
It was all the fantasy Ernest needed to get really into pumping his hips in and out of his bench, and the panther inside. He knew he wouldn't last long at all, and then a sort of a dream came true. He felt a rough, impersonal hand on his rear. It was lubed up and perfectly slick, and one of Beef's large fingers inserted itself into Ernest's rear.
Ernest leaned forward and embraced his sex bench with all he could. He let out an unashamed moan and thrust back against Beef's hand, even while his cock was still trusting in and out of the bench below him. Beef just laughed, but it was a commanding laugh, and he kept fingering Ernest. He was fucking him with that finger, in and out, and before long he worked in a second. Ernest grunted in a brief, sharp pain. He wasn't nearly as practiced as Finn was, and he wasn't warmed up, and Beef had really big hands. But he acclimated quickly and soon was thrusting onto the hand behind him with full force.
He'd have liked to last longer. But he couldn't help himself, and he came without warning. Beef could tell based on the contractions Ernest was making on his fingers. So the bull hilted his fingers as deep as they could. They made a slow and purposeful come hither gesture on Ernest's prostate, which milked as much cum from him as he could. Ernest was well drained and satisfied, but Beef still had other plans. He was definitely in charge at this point, and he had not just one slut to work with, who was his mate locked tightly away. But he had Ernest as well. By now Ernest's reservations were well eroded away, and again, he did have the perfect blessing of his mate. It was rare for Ernest to lean into his sexuality as much as he was right now. He was loving every moment of it. He vowed to stay in that submissive space for as long as he could.
"Clean it up." Beef commanded. He removed his hand from Ernest's rear then. Obediently he crouched down onto his knees behind his sex bench. For the second time that day he started to suck his own cum out from the opening.
"That's it." Beef said. He put a massive hand on the back of Ernest's head, and pushed him up against the wood. It was so fucking hot. It didn't matter at all that Ernest had only just cum. He didn't have a refractory period at all. He was just as horny as ever, if not more so. He had a feeling, or even a knowledge, that Beef could command anything in that moment and Ernest would be happy to comply.
"Move over." Beef said. Ernest was a little sad that he'd been commanded away from the entrance to his bench. But by now it was no longer dripping cum. And as a reward for his obedience, Ernest was front row for seeing that thick bull cock up close as it again slipped into the pasiphae bench.
"Ahh yeah." Beef moaned. Then his fucking resumed as though it hadn't ever been interrupted. His dirty talk, however, had taken a pause, which might have been a good thing. To Ernest it was distracting, not sexy. But then again, he had unexpectedly found himself in a hell of a horny mood. Maybe he wouldn't mind being called a useless cum slut. In fact, he thought that maybe it was something he'd like to try out.
Part of Ernest waited for a command. He wanted to be submissive to Finn's mate, and Ernest was jealous that his fuck bench was getting all the action, and Ernest was being ignored. It was such a jealous thought, and a horny one, that it caught Ernest by surprise. He decided to take matters into his own hands. He crawled around behind Beef, and started to rim the large bull, as surely as he'd been rimming his construction just moments before.
"That's it, Ernest." Beef said. "Rim my ass. You hear that babe? Courage's boyfriend is eating me out. He's helping me fuck you. Keeping me good and hard so I can long dick into your bound, useless body. You're just a fuck bench, aren't you? An object to be used, you silent, useless thing."
This time the dirty talk didn't shock Ernest in the slightest. More than anything he was jealous of it. He couldn't tell what had gotten into him, but he wanted to be called all of those things. For a moment he resolved to channel that sexual energy into enhanced performance on Beef's ass. Ernest picked up his pace and vigor as he ate the bull out. But it just wasn't doing it for him, so Ernest pulled back. He resolved to jack himself off instead. But that wasn't quite right either, so instead he started to finger himself, right there on the floor, underneath the bull who was still fucking in and out of his helpless, bound cat.
"You alright Ernest?" Beef finally asked. Then he looked down and noticed that Ernest was, indeed, alright - if not perhaps a little alone. "Get on up here." Beef said. Ernest didn't quite get Beef's meaning. So he stood and shuffled awkwardly next to the scene for a moment. He felt out of place standing naked and horny next to this adonis of a bull, who was going to town on this piece of sex furniture.
"Like this." Beef said impatiently. Then he picked Ernest up with remarkable ease, and set him down on top of the bench. He was fucking into the bench still, and he propped Ernest rear up in such a way that it was easy for Beef to lean down and start to eat Ernest out. Turns out that Ernest had placed the handles on the bench well after all. Rather by accident there was a perfect set to anchor himself onto. In a way it was like he, as well as Finn, became part of the bench. Granted, Finn was actually part of the bench. He practically was the bench. But Ernest was part of it as well. And he was beyond grateful to be part of the action.
And Beef was an attentive lover. He never stopped pounding into his helpless mate. But he never let up on Ernest's ass, either. He kept tonguing Ernest's rear sloppily. A few times Ernest reached to jack himself off, but each time Beef slapped his hand away. Then Beef started to finger Ernest again. He went right to two fingers, and before long worked in a third. This time Ernest was pent up enough that it went in easily, especially after Beef slathered on additional lube.
"You ready, Ernest?"
"F-For- For what?"
"For this."
Then Beef pulled all the way out of the pasiphae bench and set his cock angled up. He angled Ernest's rear down, and set his head cock at Ernest's hole in preparation. Then he paused, turning it into a question. Then it was Ernest's call, which he had both wanted and not wanted. He wanted so desperately to be fucked by this unit of a bull. But he'd never had sex outside of his relationship before. Even though he and Courage had talked about it plenty, and they were both more than okay with it. Part of it was that Ernest just wanted to be taken. He didn't want to decide to be taken. Then he rationalized that he'd come this far. He'd sexually opened up more today than he had in well over a year, or perhaps ever. And he was in this deep, so he might as well go all the way. Then he had an idea.
"Slide out." Ernest said, taking a rare initiative to command Beef, instead of the other way around. Beef grunted, perhaps unappreciative, but he obeyed. Ernest slid down, positioned his cock at the entrance to his bench, and easily slid himself in. Then he reached around for Beef's cock and placed it at the entrance to his rear. Then Beef got immediately on board.
"Ah, I get it." He said. Then he took over the aiming so that Ernest could lean forward, and concentrate on splaying his legs for easy access. Beef set the head of his cock on target, and started to press against Ernest's hole. Beef's head was broad and flat. Even though he was well lubed, and Ernest had been fingered in preparation, it still took some doing to get in. But then his hole opened up, and it was more of a surprising sensation than it was a painful one. Then, just like that, Ernest was being fucked by Finn's mate, while Ernest was, in turn, fucking his dick into Finn.
Rather, Beef was fucking Finn, using Ernest's cock to do it. When Beef pushed into Ernest's rear, it slid Ernest forward so his cock bumped up to the base of his sex bench. Then Ernest recoiled when Beef pulled back, then the bull pushed into him again. Each thrust inside him made Ernest moan something fierce. He was more loud than he could remember being for a long time. It was like, for as silent as Finn had been commanded to be - Ernest took up the noise making for the both of them.
"You hear that, babe?" Beef called out in a patronizing way. "You're not even worthy of my dick any more. You get Ernest's cock, small and average. And you'll probably get more of his average cum, if he even has any more to give. Meanwhile, he gets my cock, not you. He gets the full force of my fucking, in and out. I'm long dicking him now, hilting into his ass with every push. And there's nothing you can do about it, you undeserving waste of a cat. In fact, you don't even deserve this."
Then Beef pulled Ernest away from the bench entirely. Ernest was picked up easily, effortlessly. He felt like nothing in Beef's arms, although he remembered he was very well solid when Beef casually tossed him onto Finn's bed. Beef made an advance for him then, but on second thought paused, and plugged Finn's hole as a parting gesture.
"Try and thrust against that dildo inside you, I dare you." Beef said. "Oh, that's right, you can't. Because you can't move. You don't deserve to move, you don't even deserve to have sex. Now stay there, you obedient piece of furniture, while you listen to a real man have sex with a real slut."
Ernest could hardly believe what was happening. And he could hardly believe his ears. Beef was talking dirty about him now, and to him, and it was degrading and sort of mean, but Ernest was really into it. Then Beef was with him on the bed, and was handling him roughly. He set Ernest onto all fours and took position behind him. Then he lubed his cock up again, and set about fucking Ernest like it was something they always did. To Beef it was a Tuesday night. To Ernest it was the sex of his life.
"Hear him go?" Beef called out to the silent bench. "That's the sound of all the sex you're not having. Hear me fucking this bitch? That's right. I'm having sex with someone else, right now, and you're helpless to do anything about it. I'm cuckolding you, you fucking useless bitch. You disgust me, and I'm bored of you. I'm glad you're locked away so I don't have to look at you. In fact, I'm already forgetting you're here. It's just me and Ernest, now. Isn't that right, Ernest? My eager little slut."
And Ernest was his eager little slut. Ernest could imagine being in that bench instead of Finn, useless and bound and required to be silent or else. But that fantasy was pretty far away in his mind, because the reality of his situation was all too strong. He was being manhandled and fucked deep into Finn's bed, by Finn's mate. He hoped he was going to be bred. And he loved every syllable of Beef's dirty talk. Ernest loved being called a slut. It made him feel like a slut. He had had no idea how good it would make him feel until he was experiencing it now.
"That's right." Beef continued. "Feel a real man fucking into you. My cock is so much bigger than yours. I bet Courage could never fill you up like I can. I bet he's a horrible lover. It's just me and you, now. Forget all about your mate, you cheating whore. Forget about his cock inside you as well. You don't belong to him any more, you now belong to me. You're the only thing that belongs to me. I want you, more than I want my useless mate. I think I'll leave him tied up in that wooden thing forever, because I never want to see him again. He can't satisfy me the way you can. You're tighter than he ever could, and I love the noises you make. He can't make a noise to save his life, that useless, silent fucking panther. I hate that slut, but I love you Ernest. I love you so much, and I want you to be mine. I want to fill you with my seed, I want to cum inside you and make you mind, and oh FUCK!"
Even through the dirty talk, which had been mounting and extreme, Ernest had still been aware of Beef's mounting intensity as he fucked into his rear. Ernest was being piledrived into a bed which wasn't his. He had forgotten all about Finn. It felt so forbidden. Because Beef was talking so surely, and he was so determined, it felt so incredibly real. It honestly did feel like Finn was being locked away and ignored. It felt like Beef was cheating on him, and cuckolding him. And it felt like Ernest was cheating as well. Like he was a useless slut who belonged to the bull behind him. And Ernest was a good slut, and obedient.
He'd gotten so lost in his head that, although he had known Beef's intensity was mounting - it still surprised him when the bull came inside him.
Ernest had never felt so much like a possession. Beef grasped onto him tightly, and hilted his cock up into Ernest's ass. He bellowed a little in the force of his cum, and Ernest swore he could feel each pump shooting inside him. He felt each swell of the bull's cock inside him as it expanded his hole. With each spurt Beef thrust a little more into the helpless Ernest. All the while Ernest knew that he was being flooded with the bull's seed.
"Oh God." Beef exclaimed. "That feels fucking good, Ernest. Christ I loved that. I needed to be satisfied by your twink ass. Don't tell Finn, but he's so useless as a lover. His ass isn't tight at all. He can't even take my dick all the way like you can, and his dick is so fucking small. I'm so glad I came here to cheat with you, Ernest. I never want to see Finn ever again. You're the only one I want. I fucking love you, and only you. Come here and kiss me like the lovers we are."
The only thing that took Ernest a little bit out of the dirty talk was the bit about love. That seemed a little too extreme for him. It served even to shock him out of the sex, even though Beef's massive cock was still deeply engorged in him. Then, again with remarkable ease, Beef flipped Ernest around with his dick still in him. They faced each other then, and Beef kissed him intently before noticing the worry on his face.
"What's up?" Beef asked. He was quiet and intent and totally caring. "Was that too much? I can pull out."
"No, it's good. Stay. It's the love thing."
"The dirty talk?" Beef asked. He kept his voice hushed as to not break their act in front of Finn. "I can turn that down. Or cut the love stuff out, I know that sounds extreme."
"It's just a lot."
"Right. You're not into it, that's cool. But Finn is eating this shit up."
"... really?"
"Oh yeah. Guarantee it. You want to play along?"
Ernest had to think for a moment. "I'm not too sure." He said. But he was still mulling it over. He reminded himself that he was in deeper than ever before. As was Beef's cock inside him, and the bull's cum. Ernest never dreamed in his life that he'd ever be fucked by his brother-in-law's mate. Or that he'd bareback anyone except for Courage. Or that he'd have such a fucking blast.
"Well," Beef said. "Think about it, and only do it if it feels right. But try it out. There's no harm, and you might like it at lot, you never know. And I promise Finn loves this?"
"You're sure?"
"I'm seriously so sure. He's in heaven right now, and he loves being frustrated and humiliated. This is great."
Ernest gave another pause at that. Then, in the spirit of adventure, he gave it a gentle try. "You mean, he loves it in the way that I love you?" He still said it quiet. It wasn't at all for Finn's benefit. It was more of a question to Beef. As though to ask, am I doing this right? Beef smiled broadly.
"That's it!" He said excitedly, although he still kept it too quiet for Finn to hear. "Say it again. Louder."
Ernest took a deep breath. "I love you, Beef." He said. He said it at normal speaking volume. No doubt Finn could pick it up, but Ernest didn't exactly cry it to the heavens, either.
Beef looked at him with serious intent, then said, aloud.
"I love hearing you say that baby. Tell it to me again, so loud that anybody could hear. Tell me you love me."
Ernest paused again. He wasn't sure about this at all, and it gave him some big taboo vibes. But then, part of that started to really excite him. And there was something so intense and encouraging in Beef's eyes. Ernest knew he could trust Beef in this, and he wanted to. Besides, his massive cock was still inside his ass, trapping loads of bovine cum inside his rear. Why would he bother holding back now?
"I love you so much!" Ernest said. It was louder than he meant it to be, and he giggled right away. He immediately got the impression that neighbors might have heard it, and that excited him. Never mind that Finn was still very much in the room with them, and was powerless to do or say anything at all.
Beef just beamed at him. "I fucking love you too, Ernest. Now, no joke. I want to make out with you. You're so beautiful and I love you way more than my mate. Let's kiss and make out forever, and I never want my dick to leave you. I want my cum trapped inside you forever."
They both giggled then. Then Beef really did come in to kiss Ernest. He kept their muzzles locked. First he was holding Ernest into their kiss, then he let go of Ernest's head and Ernest opted to stay. Beef was a good kisser, and it was fun to make out with someone who wasn't his mate. It helped make the scene that much more alive. After a while Ernest started to get really into it, and started to grind against Beef's dick which was still inside him. It had started to get soft by now, but if they were determined he was willing to bet that the bull could go again. Apparently his stamina was a thing to behold.
"That's right." Beef said then, breaking a long silence since they'd started to make out. "Keep thrusting against me, my new lover. I'm getting hard inside you again, I'm getting ready for round two. Want to have sex again, and forget all about my useless mate? I would love it if he could hear us making love. I want him to be powerless to do anything, and I want him to hear the sounds of me being in love with somebody else. I might leave his useless self because I want to be with you, Ernest. You make me so happy, and your dick is so much bigger than Finn's. Won't you continue to make love to me?"
Beef looked Ernest in the eyes in a meaningful way. He was challenging him, and encouraging him all the same. But it was also a question. Did Ernest want to go for round two? What about a round three, or four? How deep into this did he want to go, because sky was the limit. Ernest considered it for a moment. He didn't want the moment to end. He was, after all, so deep in this night that he might as well go all the way. And when he had made up his mind he had another thought. It was a devious one, and he was excited for it beyond compare.
"I want you to fuck me, my love." He said in a normal speaking volume. "I want to fuck you over and over again. And I want you to fuck me in your lover's bed, your useless Finn. Let's soil his sheets and sleep together, for hours and hours, just you and me. And Finn won't be anywhere at all, and it'll just be you and me, and it's going to be so wonderful!"
"I want that too!" Beef said. He was playing it up for Finn's ears. But he was also genuine about it. It did sound like a fun night, and he was on Ernest's wavelength as well. They were in it together this much, so they might as well do as deep as the night called for. But Ernest had an even deeper plan in mind.
"There's just one thing, my love." Ernest said.
"What's that?"
"That useless thing over there." Ernest said. He motioned to his pasiphae bench, then remembered that Finn couldn't see them at all. "That ugly wooden box. I hate it. It's ugly and I want it gone. Will you take it away from here, so you and I can roll around in these sheets and spend the entire night together in your lover's bed? Then we never have to see that ugly, hideous box again. It'll be locked in a dark room all night, alone and forgotten, for hours and hours. Will you do that for me?"
Beef was silent for a moment, and stunned. He examined Ernest's face to see if he meant it. He saw that Ernest was dead serious, and aroused. It made Beef aroused as well, because it sounded fun as well. Plus he knew Finn could take it. They had done long term bondage before. This would be a walk in the park.
"I would love to get rid of that useless, hideous box for you." Beef said aloud. His tone was sure and meaningful. Ernest followed it up, to give Finn sure knowledge of what was going to happen, and one final, sure chance to back out if it sounded like too much.
"Thank you so much for doing that." Ernest said. "But I mean it, my one and true love. I don't want to see that box for a whole night. I want to sleep in your lover's bed and have sex over and over. I want to wear your lover's clothes, because I know that Finn is a useless bitch and likes to dress up, and I want to be a bitch for you too. I want you to fill me with your cum again and again - all night. I want to sleep together in this bed like the boyfriends we are. And I want that box locked away across the hall, alone for hours and hours, tied up all night with no way to get out. And I want it plugged up the whole time, so nobody else thinks about using it while we're gone. All night, my love. Do you understand?"
"I understand. All night, with no way to get out, and no turning back. For a whole night."
"And I want this very much." Ernest said, pointedly. He called out, then, more loudly, to indicate to Finn that now was his time to speak, or to forever hold his peace. "Do you want that as well?"
Both Ernest and Beef waited with bated breath. Still, coming from the inside of that pasiphae bench, not a single word was said.
"Okay, then." Beef said, matter-of-fact. Then he stood, and finally his dick slopped out of Ernest's well used hole. Cum was leaking out instantly, and there was a lot. On instinct Ernest put two fingers to catch the dripping cum, and he sucked on them right away. Then Beef put on his clothes and moved to pick up the box. He waited for Ernest to come spot him. So Ernest got dressed as well, and led Beef back into his dorm room. Then he set the structure back onto the floor in Ernest's dorm. Right where it had first been erected. Then they kissed and professed each other's love one more time. Then they turned off the lights and locked the door.
They made sure that the plug was still inserted into the box before they left, for good measure. And the night did continue once they got back to Finn's room. They kissed and fooled around. And Ernest really did raid into Finn's closet. He knew that Finn crossdressed in the bedroom sometime, but it was neat to see what clothes he all had. And since something fierce had gotten into Ernest he just kept on exploring these new things. He had scarcely crossdressed at all, but he tried on all sorts of Finn's clothes. He tried on all of his panties and a few dresses and skirts. And he and Beef kept up their dirty talk, and they giggled and laughed and had really good sex.
And at the root of it all was the initial plans of the night. They had a locked up, useless panther set aside in the other room. He was helpless to touch himself or do anything at all. He couldn't even take out the plug which was in his ass. And his mate was holding another lover deep in his arms, as they shared a passionate night together in Finn's bed. While wearing Finn's clothes. Being stuffed full of Finn's lover's cum.