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Another New Story. Been working on a few things, cuz things in my life have changed recently. Again, I'm considering turning this one into a series, but I warn ya, this one could get a little out there.

I'm still working on the other stories, in the mean time I hope y'all enjoy this. I enjoyed writing it.

Also, I've had a few people ask me about my name, and I want to straighten something out. Ready Player One is a great book. Read it. Ready Player One the Movie was disappointing on quite a few levels for me. Watch it, but don't blame me if it's a little watered down for ya. Definitely read the book though.

~Parz

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He couldn’t enjoy the view. And it was such a lovely view. Seattle wasn’t much to look at during the day, but night was a completely different affair. The streets glowed in a dull golden hue, the buildings set in winking lights. Cars trundled along the streets, their brake lights intensifying at random intervals across the city as their inhabitants slammed their cars into full stop only to then proceed to yell profanities at the drivers in front.

Simon rarely got to see the city at night. He wasn’t a club-goer, pretty much the complete opposite. A part of him kind of wished he was back at the club though. Then again, another part of him didn’t.

His girlfriend had been quite insistent. Her best friend had gotten engaged, and they were holding the engagement party in a bar in town. It went without saying, of course, that Rachel wasn’t a member of their church. Simon had initially chuckled at the thought of a bar crammed to the rafters with their church parishioners, but as it turned out they were the only ones invited.

Of course, Caitlin had been quite excited, but made it quite apparent that while she might be partaking in a libation or two, she certainly wouldn’t be getting drunk. Especially as it had later turned out that Rachel had asked her to be in the Bridal Party, and a scant few days before the Party, had announced that she had procured tickets to an expensive Off-Broadway show for her and her Bridesmaids, so the Engagement Party would happen, then immediately shift into the Hen’s Night (Very topical as Rachel herself was a Hen).

The Engagement Party had gone well. A pleasant evening where their invited guests had all gathered into a cozy upstairs room the bar had reserved for special occasions. The guests were nice enough and Simon had even conversed and joked with a few of the other guests.

But even as the night grew into its puberty, he would get that feeling. Like he was being watched. It took him about Half an Hour for the Human to find among the other people at the party, a large bull sitting in an alcove at the bar staring his way. At first Simon was a little taken aback, he thought that perhaps he had offended the bull in some way, but as the night wore on, he would occasionally glance back and catch the bull smirking.

At about 8pm, the upstairs began to file out, as furs of all sizes approached the newly minted engagees and offered them their heartfelt congratulations, before disappearing into the night. It was about this time, an Otter with tattoos had approached Simon, an Otter he had casually chatted with at random intervals throughout the night, and asked him how he was finding married life.

Simon shot a quizzical look at the Otter, who raised an eyebrow and pointed at the Human’s hand.

Simon glanced down at the ring, registering what was being asked, but became suddenly aware of a presence behind him. A very large presence.

He shifted aside and looked behind to find the Bull had casually inserted himself into the conversation.

‘Oh here he is,’ the Otter barked a grin spreading across his face, as he shifted his attention from Simon to the Bull. ‘Where have you been all night, fucker?’

The Bull shrugged. ‘Mingling,’ he said in an amused voice that dripped like Honey. ‘I was posted up over there.’ He gestured to where Simon had noticed him earlier that night. ‘But things are starting to quieten down, thought I’d get amongst the rabble.’

‘Yer,’ the Otter guffawed, waggling his eyebrows at the enormous Bull. ‘I just bet you were. Have you met Simon?’ the Otter turned towards the Human.

‘Can’t say I’ve had the Pleasure.’ The Bull flashed a dazzling smile at the young human and extended his hand.

‘Simon,’ the Otter cupped his shoulder and faced the bull, ‘This here’s Atticus. Best Lawyer in the state for Copyright stuff.’

Simon suddenly became very aware of his own presence, and reservedly swallowed very hard. The Bull had to be somewhere in the 7 to 8 ft range, while he himself barely broke 5”10.

‘U-Uh,’ Simon stammered, nervously reciprocating the Bull’s gesture and extending his hand. ‘I’m Simon.’

‘A genuine pleasure to meet you, Simon.’ The Bull warmly grinned. They shook hands, the Bull having a firm, but remarkably soft and warm handshake.

‘Simon here was just telling me,’ the Otter yipped in a bark of laughter, ‘What it’s like being a married man.’

‘Hm?’ Simon returned his focus to the Otter. He could swear that he had broken the handshake first, but the bull’s grip had lingered firmly for a fraction of a second. ‘O-Oh, I’m not married.’ He raised his left hand and showed the ring that the Otter had pointed out earlier. ‘Naw, me and my Girlfriend attend Church together, and we’ve promised ourselves to each other.’ He looked down at the silver band ‘This is a Promise Ring.’

The Otter squinted at the ring, ‘Oh, I’ve heard of those!’ he stated taking a sip from the beer clutched in his hand. ‘Maybe you can clear something up for me,’ he leaned in closer, ‘What’s the difference between a Promise Ring and an Engagement Ring?’

Simon glanced up at the Bull, and was a little taken aback to find that he was staring directly down into his eyes. ‘U-Uh,’ Simon stammered, ‘Well, we’ve only been dating for a year now. And we know we’re still quite young. But the ring is a symbol of our love for each other, and a promise that we won’t u-uh,’ he glanced back at the Bull, finding his gaze locked firmly on him. The hair on his left arm stood up on end. ‘Y-Y know…’

‘Waitwaitwaitwait-‘ the Otter’s face twisted into a confused grin, ‘You’ve been dating for a year, and you haven’t had sex?’

‘Um,’ Simon glanced up feeling a little overwhelmed. ‘No.’

‘Shiiiiit.’ The Otter groaned.

‘And we won’t until we’re married.’

An awkward silence danced among the three men while more of the guests filed out of the hall.

‘You’re a braver man than me, bud,’ the Otter grinned, tipping the last of his beer into his gullet. ‘I don’t think I could go without sex for a month.’

‘Aw, leave ‘im alone, Alastair,’ the Bull retorted in that same deep, rich booming voice. ‘I think it’s sweet.’

There was something about Atticus that Simon couldn’t seem to get around. He was intimidating without a doubt, but he seemed like a very warm person up close. It was like his body was telling him to be on his guard around him, but his mind was telling him it was fine. He was friendly enough, but there was just something about him that made him equal parts anxious and comfortable. Even as the Otter grew drunker and was finally pulled away by his girlfriend, the Bull stayed and chatted with Simon.

He had that most remarkable of talents of making everyone in the conversation feel welcome, even though there was only two of them. Eventually Simon found himself comfortable enough to jokingly ask about the origins of his name.

‘Well,’ the Bull drawled, ushering a waiter over to them. ‘Mama really liked that Book.’

The Waiter approached them with a tray of drinks.

‘And the fact that you’re also a Lawyer?’ Simon smirked.

‘Purely Coincidental.’ Atticus grinned, taking two bottles from the tray offered, and pushing one into the Human’s hands.

‘O-Oh,’ Simon hesitated, ‘I don’t know if I should.’

‘Aw, come on,’ Atticus grinned. ‘It’s a celebration. My niece is engaged.’

‘Oh!’ Simon chirped, gingerly accepting the bottle. ‘You’re Rachel’s Uncle?’

‘Mmhmm.’ Atticus grinned.

The pair continued to chat until Simon felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to find the bar had indeed cleared out, with only a few stragglers remaining, apparently the Bridesmaids, as the tap belonged to his girlfriend.

‘Alright sweetie,’Caitlin chirped when he had her in focus. ‘We’re about to head out. Rachel says that she’s booked us rooms at the Radisson, so I don’t need a lift home toni-‘ she glanced down at the bottle in his hands. ‘Have you been drinking?’

‘Wh-‘ Simon glanced down meeting her gaze, ‘Oh, Uh N-‘

‘S’alright,’ Atticus cupped his massive hand on Simon’s shoulder. ‘I can take your beau home, little lady.’

Caitlin looked up, like she hadn’t seen the Bull.

‘U-Um,’ she stammered. Obviously she felt the same way about Atticus that Simon did.

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And now you’re all caught up. Of course there are other questions to be asked, like why Simon was looking out over the Seattle Skylight, when his parent’s house was out in the Suburbs. Or why when he turned around to face the living room he was met with the sight of the Bull, now completely shirtless, drinking from a glass of wine while admiring the view of the smaller human before him.

Maybe he’d finally arrived at the conclusion that the Bull was attracted to him when he announced on the Car Ride over that they should continue the party at his place. Maybe it had been when in the elevator, he stood so close to the human that he could feel the Bull’s thigh on his own ass.

Maybe he’d always secretly suspected. What he couldn’t figure out, though, is why he had followed the Bull up here if he had known.

Simon blushed and squirmed on the spot. The Bull was absolutely massive, sharp muscles defined all over his chest, perched attentively atop a small gut that didn’t come out further than his pecs. Both of his nipples were pierced, adorned with small, but heavy-looking silver rings, and he wore a chain around his neck, decorated with what looked like small baubles.

Atticus grinned and downed the last drops of his wine, depositing the empty glass on the coffee table.

‘Your girlfriend is a cutie,’ he chuckled as he drew closer to the small human. Small. Skinny. Definitely Twinky. Oh yeah, that got the Bull’s engine revving.

‘U-Um,’ Simon murmured as the massive ball drew in close. He didn’t seem to have any issues with Personal Space. ‘I should…probably go.’

‘Aw, come on now,’ Atticus Crooned. He propped himself up against the wall next to them. ‘Night’s still really young.’ He let the warm mood lighting of the apartment drown the two of them before continuing. ‘Besides, I thought we could maybe get to know each other better.’

Every word dripped from the Bull’s mouth like Honey.

Simon felt a small shiver creep down his spine. But he knew he was in danger when he realized he couldn’t tell where the shiver originated from. Fear or…something else.

‘U-Um,’ he stammered. ‘I have a girlfriend.’ He protested meekly, Leaning back into the wall. The Bull’s arm only blocked off one path of exit, but to the right of him was absolutely open. But for whatever reason he couldn’t bring himself to take it.

Atticus gave a small sigh. ‘I wont tell her if you won’t, Hun.’ He fixed the Human with a warm small, before reaching down and caressing his left cheek. Simon looked up at the bull with a mixture of fear and anxiety, but didn’t bat the Bull’s hand away.

‘Yer eyes are really pretty,’ the Bull murred. He leaned down and placed a kiss on Simon’s lips.

Simon’s skeleton was about to leap out of his body. The warmth he felt radiating from the Bull’s lips clashed very abruptly with the heat he felt from his own face.

The kiss lasted only a few seconds, but when he pulled away Atticus could see the human softly panting, a look of horror washed over his face.

‘I’m-‘ he softly muttered, firmly with his back against the wall. ‘I’m n-not…gay.’ Was all he could manage to get out. Atticus noticed the boy shaking slightly.

‘Well if you aint, I’d talk to someone about it, cuz you certainly looked like you enjoyed that kiss.’ The Bull joked. He shifted in even closer. He was barely touching the smaller male, who had his back arced up against the wall.

It was at this moment Simon noticed the rough, manly smell the bull was exuding. It crept from every pore and overwhelmed his senses. He suddenly became very aware of the painful arch in his own underwear. He gulped heavily.

‘I tell you what,’ Atticus softly mumbled, almost whispering. ‘We don’t have to anything you aint comfortable with. You’re welcome to leave at any time you want. I won’t stop ya.’

He pushed himself off the wall and turned around. Simon was suddenly bathed in icy coldness, which probably amounted to no more than the comfortable room temperature around him. He could feel his senses sharpening again, as the Bull walked away. He stopped at the entrance to what looked like a hallway and turned around to face the Human.

‘I’m going to bed,’ the Bull shot a cheeky grin at the human. ‘Y’all can leave if you want. But something tells me, Cutie, that you’re gonna follow me into the bedroom.’ He raised an eyebrow, before turning and strutting down the hall.

Simon shivered and panted in the warm light of the apartment.

It suddenly all came crashing down around him. Every rational part of him screamed at him to leave, this had been a weird enough night already. Caitlin was out for the rest of the night, probably wouldn’t hear from her until morning.

He swallowed and began to rationalize what was going on when he realized, he had already started to move and not to the front door.

As he walked he could catch whiffs of the Bull’s musk, from where he had been just moments before, even if but for a fraction of a second. What was it about this smell? He had to have more.

He peered around the corner. At the end of a long hallway, a light was flooding out from a room. It hit the furniture and decorations in the hallway and threw elongated shadows in every direction away from it, but his eyes were immediately drawn to a shape in the middle of the hallway. He squinted and felt his heart hammer renewed when he realized it was a pair of pants, the same the Bull had been wearing all night.

He found himself slowly moving again, this time further down the hall. As he drew closer to the pants, he felt the same haze wash over his brain, as the strong scent of Bull Musk became more apparent. When he reached the pile goosebumps ran in rivulets across his body. He saw a strange discoloration in the puddle of clothes on the floor. He realized there was a pair of briefs within, which could only mean one thing.

‘Take them!’ an incredibly greedy part of him demanded. ‘Take them and leave! You can huff them and jerk off for days wondering what could have been. Or…’

He glanced up at the light streaming from the doorway. He swallowed hard, and crept forward.

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Atticus lay on the massive bed, propped up by pillows behind his flanks. He always hated this part. He stretched out, completely naked on the California King and hoped to god that the kid had taken the bait.

It was an approach that had mixed results in the past. Twinky Straight boys were of a rare stock, but when he did manage to find one, and tempt one, he still had to get them into his bedroom. Of course in recent years his chances had drastically increased after he had discovered his new fetish.

Forbidden Fruit.

He had adapted his approach, and now the chances of success had increased from around 30% to well over 90.

Still there was always a chance.

A timid face peered around the corner.

The Bull let out an inner sigh of relief.

‘There’s my sexy boy,’ he crooned, propping his hands behind his head. ‘Why don’t you come on in and we can have a talk…’

If the Bull’s pants reeked of masculinity, surely this room was the font from which the well ran. His mind was fogged by the scent, as he stepped over the threshold, to behold the sight before him.

Atticus lay in the Centre of the enormous bed, splayed out for the world to see. His muscular frame was well accentuated in the soft light, and soft music played from an ancient FM radio next to the bed.

Simon started intently at the wondrous sight in front of him.

It wasn’t any surprise what, exactly, he was staring at.

The Bull’s dick was currently encased in his own exploring fingers and he gently jerked himself and watched the Human’s reactions. Simon had very little to go on for comparison, having only seen the privates of the other boys he’d grown up with in the school bathrooms and gym classes, but he could tell that the bull was big.

Not massive, but it’s length wasn’t what concerned him. From his vantage point I the doorway, he could see it was as thick around as a can of Guinness. He was uncut, but the foreskin was doing a pitiful job concealing the angry red organ within.

Simon had started to pant again. This was all so crazy. He wasn’t gay. And he was faithful to the promise he made to Caitlin. Why was he here?

‘Strip Down,’ the Bull offered, still gently caressing his own junk. ‘Make yourself comfortable.’

Simon hesitated. ‘I…I c…’ he trailed off.

‘Oh I know…’ the Bull nodded understandingly. ‘Don’t want to break your promise. But we aren’t breaking anything, sexy.’ He propped himself up on his elbow and stopped stroking his cock. ‘I toldya before, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to tonight. And I know, you aren’t-‘ he made air quotes with his free hand ‘ “Gay”, but I can tell you’re curious. Wouldn’t it be a shame to not see what all the fuss is about?’

Strangely Atticus had a way with words, even more so than a lawyer. Although, it could very well have been the thick fog of musk dancing across the Human’s brain.

‘Think of it as a…’ Atticus paused meditating on a good word, ‘Rehearsal for that pretty little thing you’re sweethearts with. When you two finally do tie the knot, wouldn’t she be grateful that you had at least a bit of an idea of what you were doing?’

Simon bit his bottom lip, contemplating. He still hadn’t taken his eyes off the Bull’s Cock.

‘We might not be able to do everything, but we can do stuff that you are allowed to do. For instance-‘ he shifted his weight over to the far side of the bed. ‘Cuddling. Nothing in the bible says we can’t cuddle, does it?’

At that moment a small voice inside him wanted to remind him there was in fact a passage in the bible about men laying with other men, but he was so fogged that he could only see the Bull’s logic.

He slowly began to unbutton his shirt.

Atticus grinned. He was going to have to take it slow with this one, so he refrained from groping himself further. He did register that a small blob of pre had gathered on the tip of his cock, but he elected to ignore it.

With his shirt off, Simon, unbuckled his belt.

‘Just down to your underwear,’ the Bull cooed from the other side of the room. ‘Cant get up to much with your undies on, can we?’

Simon gave a small nod, and pulled down his pants. He approached the bed, and the bull had to stifle a sharp laugh. White V Fronts. Normally he preferred his ‘girls’ to be wearing sexier underwear, but this was a new filly. Had to be gentle.

He noticed with a pang of pride that this proud little straight boy was definitely tenting.

The Human drew up upon the threshold to the bed, and surveyed the scene. The big Beefy Bull, beckoning him in. It was at this moment he finally got a close up look at the Bull’s Necklace. It was a simple chain, but adorning the front was a series of small hoops. The last bit of resistance inside Simon sunk as he finally recognized what they were. Rings. Similar in design to his own Promise Ring.

‘Don’t be intimidated,’ the Bull grumbled deeply, noticing what the Human was staring at. ‘I take these from boys much like yerself, yes, but I never take them unwillingly. They give ‘em to me.’

‘Dude,’ the same voice in Simon’s head screeched as loud as he could over the Musk Fog. ‘Run.’

‘I stand by what I said, son,’ Atticus continued, propping himself up on his forearm. ‘We wont do anything you don’t want to do. If you want to leave here with your Sanctity in tact, then that’s just where we’ll draw the line. You leave with that ring of yours If that’s what you want. I don’t want to take it from ya.’

There was a most awkward silence, intoned only by the sound of the radio. The Bull had laid down his pitch. Now he had to wait for the pay off.

Simon swallowed hard and climbed onto the bed. The Bull’s cock jumped slightly with delight.

‘Thassriiight,’ Atticus grinned, as the boy scuttled himself awkwardly over to the Bull. ‘See, I don’t bite.’

He lowered himself down onto the Bull’s awaiting arm, finding himself only comfortable enough to rest in the crook. His teachers had always taught him to leave a space for Jesus during all his school dances. It kind of felt like that’s what he was doing here.

Atticus, however, was having none of it. In a single movement, he scooped the boy up, and jostled him forward until his head collided with the Bull’s Chest.

Another fresh wave of musk washed over the Boy’s senses, dulling the shock.

‘Mmmm,’ the Bull Purred at the small soft boy in his arms. ‘Aint that nice?’

Simon gave a soft affirmative moan, as he felt the Meaty bicep pillow his head, and the heat radiating from the Bull he was now in the arms of.

Atticus looked down and admired the boy. Small and skinny, but with a lovely bonus of a pair of wide hips and a soft, supple, bubble butt. Oh how he wished that he could peel these ridiculous underwear off to better look, but he knew that if he went full bore now he’d scare the boy off.

‘I don’t reckon people are meant to act like that,’ he crooned, beginning to stoke the boy’s hair. ‘Chastity. Purity. You know? I mean, yeah it worked that way for a long while, but things have changed. So I don’t have any respect for that. I mean,’ he reached down and caressed the boys chin, craning it up to meet his gaze. He had soft, sparkling blue eyes. ‘I respect that a lot of people live that way. But it’s not for me. Which is why I collect these-‘ he jangled his necklace. ‘But I never take what isn’t mine, Son. I was raised better than that.’

The boy looked a little dazed, but gave a small, soft nod.

The two lay on the bed in abject silence for a minute. Simon seemed eager, but hesitant to explore the Bull’s Body. He seemed to be breathing quite deeply. Once the back of his hand grazed the Bull’s shaft, but he recoiled like it had burned him. Atticus held him close.

Baby steps.

‘You feel like taking this to the next level?’

Simon’s eyes snapped open. He was surprised how much he was enjoying being this close to the big Bull. He was already fully erect, his underwear straining. He looked up at the Bull, a small wave of fear washing over him.

‘Simmer down boy,’ Atticus chuckled, gently caressing the boy’s face. ‘I only figured you might wanna try kissing again.’

His eyes widened in a small pang of fear. The Bull had been right out in the living room. He actually did like the kiss. But he had lost himself in it. He worried what would happen if he found himself too lost. Hopefully Jesus would find him before the Bull did.

He gave a small swallow and a tiny, almost imperceptible nod.

The Bull beamed, then leaned down to meet Simon’s face, who eagerly craned his neck up. The Bull’s soft lips sent sparks through his body. No shock like a few minutes earlier, only warmth which burst behind his tongue and radiated around his head. Every time he inhaled, more of that gorgeous musk washed over him and dulled him to the world around him, every time he exhaled, he became very much aware of Atticus’ lips making small movements across his own.

It wasn’t long until another, less welcome feeling washed across the boy with every clearing breath, a painful restriction coming from his underwear.

Atticus drank the boy in. Slowly, ever slowly. He patiently batted away the nagging voice in his head that accompanied the throbbing of his groin, telling him to overpower the human. He had a good three feet on the boy, he could easily do it, but like in all things he understood that true victory came from purely conquering the boy, body mind and soul. He had the body. He was working on the mind. And the soul usually came pretty easy after the first two.

As the minutes dragged on, Atticus felt the all too welcome feeling of his partner’s lips beginning to suckle on his own. He resisted the urge to tear them away from him and replace them with his engorged, slimy cock, and instead proceeded to the next stage of this little dance.

Simon gave a shrill little gasp as he felt the Bull’s rough hand on his hip. It began to slowly creep up his torso, abruptly stopping on the side of his belly, before returning, back to his hip. He felt the heat rise once again as it didn’t stop where is started and slowly began to move in lower.

He broke the long kiss apart, taking in deep gasping breaths of fresh air, they wicked his misty mind briefly free from the Bulls enticing…well…everything.

‘Oh c’mon now,’ Atticus chuckled, as he brushed his hand lightly over the boy’s rump, before teasingly bringing it back up his torso. ‘It’s just a little touching. Touching never hurt anyone.’

He brought his head down and began to kiss the boy’s neck.

Simon let in out a sharp gasp, followed by a melting moan. The bull’s molestation had shattered his weak protests and turned them into butterflies that flitted around his synapses. He bit his bottom lip.

Atticus, for his part, kept his composure.

‘You can touch me,’ he whispered hotly into the boy’s ear. ‘I don’t mind.’

He waited a quick beat, before giving the boy another jostle, this time landing him face first in between the slabs of his pecks.

Simon hit the Bull’s chest with a meaty ‘Thump’ and was again immediately seized by the raw masculinity, as well as the warm belly, now very much intruding on his personal space. He knew, with every fiber of his mind that he should be resisting it, but the Bull had begun to invade every sense he had. He reached out and placed his hand on the Bull’s massive left pectoral.

He had of course explored Caitlin’s body in the past, but only with his hands. His birthday last year she had allowed him to explore underneath her clothes, and while it had been another steamy affair, she had not let it go any further. They were, Afterall, good people and wouldn’t break their vow to god.

But Simon remembered how good it had felt to grasp her breasts, how soft and tender. He delighted how she had let out a soft moan as the night had drawn on. And of course when she left, he remembered, rather bitterly, the painful ache in his balls.

Atticus’ tits were nowhere near as soft as Caitlin’s, but he still found himself growing even more painfully hard. It was soft, yet firm. He could feel the muscles beneath it giving small ministrations. He especially liked the small hoops which jutted out of each nipple. He had assumed they would be cold, for whatever reason, but this was just as hot as the towering bull laying on the bed naked next to him.

‘Oooh, I like that,’ Atticus softly groaned, as he felt the boy’s hand clamp down on his pec. He would of course have liked him to be doing much, much more, but a little encouragement usually went a long way with his girls. ‘See, it’s not so bad, is it?’ His hand slid down yet again, this time playing no pretense, and firmly placing itself on the boy’s ass. Simon gave a small moan into the slab of bull chest he was now pushed into. Rough fingers massaged and kneaded his exposed cheek, and he knew he had to stop this soon. He felt dirty, guilty, ashamed. Every time the Bull’s spell began to weaken, he could only make out his girlfriend’s face. It was like he was lost in a sea, the waves dipping and peaking with his torment and his tormentor.

He was very aware of a pressure gathering just above his kneecaps. As the bull fondled his ass, he risked a small peak downwards, knowing exactly what he would find, but accompanied with unwarranted shock. The Bull’s truncheon of a cock was beginning to push into him, poking him in the meat of his thigh. Its size was something to behold.

It wasn’t so much that it was massive in length, it’s thickness was something truly impressive. Mottled grey, with splotches of dark brown, which matched the color of the bulls fur, smattered around the shaft. A thick vein ran down the length of it on the right side.

Simon gave a small gulp and looked on in fascination as the bull tenderized his flank. His mind scrambled trying to find the closest comparison in circumference. Honestly the bull could put Tennis-Ball cans to shame.

Atticus, for his part, let the boy stare in awe at his prong as it became more and more engorged. Humans couldn’t compare with Bovine dicks on a good day, so this sort of thing always gave him a small sense of pride. Not that it was the humans dick he was interested in, he rarely was. He preferred his girls to be in awe of his size. And judging by the meager tent in the boy’s hilariously juvenile undies, he wouldn’t be disappointed.

‘You’re starting to look a little…uncomfortable there,’ the Bull murmured softly somewhere above Simon’s head.

‘Hm?’ Simon glanced back up at the large man groping him.

‘Yer skivvies,’ Atticus nodded down at the boy’s undergarment’s. ‘Make yourself comfy, lad.’

‘I uh,’ Simon glanced downwards. He was hesitant to give the bull that much. Partly because he was still clinging to the promise he made with God and Caitlin. Partly because he felt like if he gave the Bull too much he wouldn’t be able to escape with his dignity in tact. And partly because he knew he couldn’t compare with Atticus’ intimidating size. ‘I…I-I don’t…’

‘Ohhhh, it’s alright,’ Atticus cooed letting go of the boy’s ass and returning back to planting soft, warm kisses on the nape of his neck. Simon’s eyes gave a small, involuntary flutter as Atticus’ lips expertly traversed him. ‘Nothing wrong with two boys bein’ buck-ass nude together.’ Atticus gave a cocky inward smirk. Sometimes it was too easy. ‘Especially if they don’t plan on doing anything…unbecoming,’ Simon gave a small gasp and his erection flexed in his underwear as an ever-so-brief but very apparent flash of bull tongue raked over his skin. ‘I’m just thinking about you, Sexy. I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable.’

He could hear all rationality screaming at him, but it was like it was in a room separated by six or seven rooms away. He tried hard to hear it, but shockingly found himself on Autopilot once again reaching down and tugging at the strap on his undies.

Atticus beamed with greedy delight, allowing the boy a few inches of space to better relieve himself of his underwear. They hooked on his left ankle briefly, which caused him to give a small grunt of exasperation, before he pitched them over the bed behind him and straightening eagerly back up to be embraced by the bull again. Atticus gave the boy’s naked body a good lecherous gaze, before reaccepting him.

Completely hairless except for a dusting patch of chest hair and a rough jutting of pubes, perched above an uncut dick that couldn’t been more than 5 inches, if that.

Alabaster white skin, a faint outline of abs on a flat tummy, no sign of ribs.

The Bull gave a small snort of anxiety, before pulling the boy back in, locking him into a firm kiss.

Simon felt shock as the Bull grabbed him, but it receded once again when he felt the bull’s warm frame press into his own.

Their lips danced and entangled for what felt like an eternity, broken only by either the boy’s soft, small moans and squeaks or the Bull’s grunts.

Simon let the Bull’s masculinity take over. With a small twinge of guilt, he realized, lying there completely naked with the equally naked bull, his pitiful (in comparison) erection pushing into the Bull’s tummy, that he had officially gone further with Atticus than he had gone with Caitlin. He had begun the process to mentally chastise himself when he felt the bull reach down. He briefly thought he was going back for his ass, when he felt the meaty paw grab at his knee, confusingly he looked down, as Atticus slightly lifted the boy’s top leg. He began to pivot himself, his turgid cock lifting off the bed beneath them, and placing it back down, this time on Simon’s bottom thigh. He could feel the heat rise in his head, as an even more intense heat accompanied the bull’s prick.

‘U-Um-’ Simon weakly protested as Atticus let go of his knee, which fell softly back down. His ankles met again, this time with an insignificant amount of discomfort as he could feel the entire circumference of the Bull’s angry cock.

‘Now this,’ Atticus returned to the boy’s neck, eliciting a small gasp again as the Boy’s hesitation died back down. ‘Is called “Outercourse”, ya feel me?’ The boy shivered in place as the Bull again began to suckle on his neck. He gave a quick inward check, making sure all systems were go, before he began to thrust forward, his dick heavenly sandwiched between Simon’s milky thighs. ‘Ooooooooh,’ the Bull crooned coarsely. ‘Feels nice don’t it?’

Simon could only gasp in shock as he felt the dick between his legs grind and slide its way through. He felt the head of the Bull’s dick push into his exposed ass cheeks from below, but then deflect off and sprout at the back. His cheeks flushed with morbid curiosity and shame, before he felt the bull’s meaty groin press into his, the coarse pubic hair gently tickling his abdomen.

‘People have been having Outercourse fer years,’ the Bull exclaimed, giving a small moment plunged into the boy’s frame, before slowly pulling himself back out of the Boy’s thighs, with the occasional stifled groan. Simon could feel his heart hammer in his chest as he felt Atticus’ prick flex against his exposed flesh. ‘Nice, Clean fun, that don’t break any promise you made to the big feller, upstairs. That pretty little thing of yours never do this with you?’

Simon gave a small, sharp shake of his head. The Bull’s engorged head had reached the boy’s thighs, and he briefly wondered if Atticus intended to ‘pull out’. But he was surprised to find that he kept himself in this position, his body tenting away from the boy, the head of his dick trapped between the boy’s thighs for a moment, before registering a warm, wet feeling blossoming beneath his own ball sack. Atticus gave a few small jabs with his dick, before plunging back down, this time with much less resistance, his precum had lined the boy’s thighs.

Simon felt the Bull’s finger on the underside of his chin. He looked up in time to see the Bull’s face come crashing down into his own.

Rough, grunting kisses blossomed between the pair as the Bull began to piston back and for the between the boy’s thighs. The world melted away from Simon’s peripheral as the powerful male ground himself against him.

‘Ooooh, Sugar,’ Atticus groaned, breaking the kiss between them. ‘You feel soooooo good.’

Simon flushed with pride. ‘Here,’ Atticus grunted, hilting himself in Simon’s thighs. He grabbed the boys hand and brought it down. Simon winced in shock wondering what the Bull was going to do, and inhaled softly as he placed the boy’s hand at his lemon-sized balls, straining with taut energy inside the furry ball sack. ‘You feel that?’ Atticus cooed as he grabbed the bottom hand and guided it to his free ball. ‘They’re so full, all for you, baby.’

Pang after pang of conflicting emotion cascaded around the Boy’s mind. Anger, Shock, Revulsion, Guilt, Desire all battled on a gruesome field of glory, vying to be the winner. He could smell the room around them as the Bull began to give quick, rabbit-jabs between his thighs, only far enough to allow the boy to fondle his aching nuts.

Simon, for his part picked up what he was supposed to be doing fairly quickly. The Grotesque Organ between his legs ground against him and he began to softly massage the older man’s balls.

All pretense had been abandoned by him at this point. He felt cheap. Like a whore.

If he had started out this evening with any idea of stopping at a certain point (which in the haze of Bull Musk emanating from the slab of meat now caressing him and the sticky mess same had made of his thighs, he was unable to remember), he had long since passed it. And yet…

Suddenly Atticus stopped thrusting. Simon’s gaze shot up from the Beef Nuggets in his hands and looked on with concern. Atticus was panting above him.

The Bull mashed the side of his face down into his shoulder. A small bead of sweat had begun to make its journey down his face, and he needed to wick it. Before the boy noticed any sign of weakness.

In his younger days he would have been happy to plaster the bedsheets behind the boy with his rich, sticky ropes of cum, and let the boy marinate in his musk while he privately prayed they would get so worked up that round two would inevitably follow. But it had been a long day. And this boy, as surprisingly easy as it had been to get him to his point, had made him work for it.

With a soft slurping sound, Atticus pulled his prick from between the boys legs.

‘I gotta have more…’ the Bull grunted. He pulled himself up and rolled, slamming a hand down behind the boy. Simon’s hear raced in fear as the Bull positioned himself over him, his massive cock dangling angrily over him.

‘Awww, no, no, no,’ Atticus cooed softly, as he registered fear flit over the boy’s eyes. ‘I’m still looking out for ya, son. I just can’t continue with the teasing anymore.’ He lowered himself down onto the boy. The head of his cock came up to his chest cavity. Simon’s attention was diverted immediately to the bull’s angry, slick organ resting on his chest. He swore he could see Atticus’ pulse. He could feel the bull’s thighs on either side of his legs.

‘I wanna run something by ya son. We’ve gone pretty far tonight. Done pretty much everything I think there is and still remain faithful to your gal and to the big man…’

Simon gulped, as a thick trail of precum began to ooze out on his chest. The smell was incredibly potent.

‘Really there’s only one thing left,’ Atticus droned from somewhere above him and the penis weighing him down. Simon gulped. He thought he knew what was coming. There was no way he’d be able to get much of this thing into his mouth…

And yet he felt utter surprise and shock as the bull grabbed him around the waist and scooted him backwards. Atticus grabbed his left leg and pulled it free from underneath his own flanks and up into the air. He realized with a small start of terror what the bull had in mind when he freed his other leg too.

Atticus scooted backward a little, the head of his cock barely meeting the boy’s belly button, resting the hefty shaft on top of Simon’s own meager prick.

‘N-No!’ Simon gasped in shock.

‘Now, Now.’

Simon glanced up and found the Bull’s steely gaze locked firmly on his own. It conveyed a strict firmness, but also surprisingly comforted him.

‘Son, I really like you,’ he murmured softly. A zap of electricity danced over Simon’s heartstrings upon hearing this “revelation”. ‘I swore I wouldn’t sully you tonight, but I need to have you. Even if it means going right up to the borders. I don’t want to impugn your honor. But-‘ he looked down at the boy’s physique, tracing it back up to his gaze. ‘I would be remiss if I didn’t get as close as I could to you tonight. And that means I have to try it…’

Simon’s heart hammered. He glanced down at the scene before him, and took a deep, fortifying swallow.

‘C’mon boy,’ the Bull joked. ‘It’s just the tip. Girls have been taking the tip for centuries now. Doesn’t upset the Big Man and feels…’ he paused for dramatic effect, ‘SO good. For everyone involved.’

How Simon wished he could repel the bull’s advances. How he wished he could believe that this Predator had only his best intentions in mind. He truly wished that at this point his logic centre would just reboot, but try as he might his inner thoughts resembled a turn-of-the-centure opium parlor.

‘W-Will…’ he stammered, looking back up at the Bull. ‘Will it hurt?’

‘Not if,’ the Bull eagerly leaned to his side. A part of Simon hoped that the Bull was getting off of him, but saw, with a small sinking in his heart that he had only reached over to open a bedside table. He pulled a white pump bottle out and closed the draw again, ‘We prepare ourselves and,’ he pointed the nozzle directly at the head of his dick and gave two squirts. A thick, white liquid spilled from the nozzle, dousing the bullcock’s angry red head, ‘Take it niiiiice and slow.’

Simon’s vision was almost swimming from the litany of smells and sights dancing around the room. His own penis was being smothered by the superior masculinity of the bull now straddling him, the heat from his organ blossoming out into the boy’s torso. Atticus began to massage the lube into the head of his cock with his left hand while he nestled the bottle into a wad of sheets next to the couple.

‘I’m already pretty slick,’ Atticus grinned, as his anxious cock began to flex in his hands. ‘That’s 100% on you, sweetness,’ he shot a wink down at the boy, ‘But -oh fuck-‘ his eyes rolled into the back of his head slightly as he rubbed his greasy prong, ‘But it never hurts to use a bit extra. Specially seeing as you won’t be used to this.’

Something about seeing the Bull rub himself on top of him made Simon’s want grow exponentially.

‘U-Uh,’ Simon softly peeped up, ‘Should I…?’

‘Ooooh,’ Atticus raised an eyebrow as he realized what the boy was asking. ‘Dirty boy…’ he gave a throaty chuckle ‘No, sweetie, I would love nothing more than to lube you up, but there should be a bit of resistance. Otherwise I’d sink gonads deep into you and ruin everything you stand fer.’

In spite of himself Simon gave a small pout. He hastily wiped it off his face, praying that Atticus hadn’t seen it. Something told him by the demented smile blossoming over the Bull’s face, that he had.

‘Besides,’ the Bull continued, bringing his free hand up and beginning to play with his own opposite nipple, giving a soft moan as he gently squeezed and tugged on the ring, ‘I won’t be finishing in you. Just a little bit of the tip, then I pull out and we can play with each other a little more ‘till we’re both satisfied.’

Atticus stopped massaging cumlube into his cock and took firm grasp of Simon’s hips. With a soft gasp from the boy, the bull pivoted his legs up into the air, exposing his ass to the Bull. He gave a soft snort from above him as the boy’s soft cheeks flushed with color. He extended his thumbs equidistance from each other and roughly pulled apart, exposing the tight virgin hole between them. It winked and retracted slightly, like it was sensitive to the soft light of the bedroom.

Simon panted softly as he tried to come to terms with what was happening. But nothing could prepare him for the sudden movement as Atticus brought his head down to the boy’s ass. Were he not being firmly held in place he surely would have leapt up the walls when he felt the rough, slimy tongue of the gentlemen he had only met hours before press up against the most personal, intimate part of his body and begin to dance and writhe atop it.

‘Oh, FUCK!’ Simon gasped as the Bull began to eat his ass in earnest. It was like electricity had begun to arc up his arms and legs which shot rigidly straight out. The Bull had positioned his legs together, and it kind of looked like he was attempting to complete an advanced Yoga position as the hunk beneath him began to eat him out.

He had never expected this much response to something like this, not that being a good Christian boy, he had ever expected anything like this to happen.

The Bull’s tongue was soft and malleable as it explored his body. Atticus ran it in swirls around the tight pucker, drawing the young boy’s taste into his pallet, sweat and human musk, weak compared to his own, but this was a biological certainty.

If only the boy knew the effect that his musk had upon the bull. Young, Hot Twinks tended to give off a potent aphrodisiac of their own, but when they were Young, Hot, STRAIGHT Twinks, the fires of his passion began to dance. He had fucked so many younger men in his day that he began to use his musk to his strength. After years of a strict workout regime and an even stricter diet, he had tailored his scent to turn even the staunchest heterosexual men, with a history of strict republicanism. Of course this usually meant that women would also be allured by the bull, and truth be told when his stable of Twinks ran dry, as it was want to do occasionally over his life, he’d have no issue fucking them either. But with girls there was nothing that kept him coming back, no excitement that sparked his senses. Even having soft spoken, church going girls roll their eyes into their heads while he delivered orgasm after orgasm crashing against their shore, was never nearly as exciting to him as being balls deep inside the ass of straight boy, learning just how much they would grow to love, crave, need the bull’s cock inside them from their first experience.

The Bull’s tongue began to push at the ring of tight, yet soft muscle before them. Simon made weak noises of protest with each push, but never made any attempt to push himself off the Bull’s face, which was more than he needed to continue munching on the boy’s asshole. After a few minutes of licking, slurping and sucking, the Bull gave another push and the hole relented, allowing his long, slippery tongue to enter the boy. He could have stayed like this for hours, the boy bucking his hips as the bull probed his backside. He had done it before, driven straight boys absolutely mad as he explored every nook and cranny of his being with his tongue, but the combined aching in his balls and flexing of his cock meant that his patience was nowhere near what an act like this would require. He withdrew his tongue, pulling it from the boy’s ass, and bringing it up his crack to his balls, enjoying the change in taste as the boy moaned and writhed. Achingly slow, he moved his tongue up, enveloping the boy’s cock and lingering on the head of his dick for a moment, before straightening back up.

‘Hoo Boy!’ the Bull chortled, laying the boy’s ass back down on the sheets below. Simon lay in a panting, quivering mess. Atticus couldn’t tell if he was protesting to the treatment he just received. He doubted that he cared. But the bull sure did. ‘You taste real good boy!’

Atticus swooped back down, pressing his muscular body into the boy’s own light frame, placing another sloppy kiss on his face. The boy hesitantly returned the kiss at first, maybe a little upset at where it had just been, but as the heat in the room began to rise, got more bold. Eventually the bull’s tongue pierced the boy’s mouth, and began to probe as it had done in his rear mere moments before. The greedy boy began to suckle as the older man explored his mouth, their tongues meeting occasionally to twist and writhe around each other.

The kiss grew more and more perverse and each man moaned and groaned into each other’s open maw, but Atticus knew that the dance was over when he felt the boy’s hands digging into his back fur, pulling the bull closer down onto him.

Their entire liaison on the bed had lasted all of 45 minutes thus far, but it was done. It was time to move.

Atticus sloppily broke the kiss, a thin trail of drool followed his head back from the boy as he pushed back up, breaking somewhere around the time he had reached his final destination: leaning on his own haunches before the quivering young man below him.

‘I think yer ready.’ he grinned like a demon, taking a firm grasp of his cock, and guiding it into the crevice between the boys cheeks.

Simon gasped in shock as the head of the Bull’s cock pressed flush against his virgin asshole. He could feel heat and boundless energy press up against it. The tongue minutes before was soft and pliable. This, was not.

‘Nice n’ Easy, baby,’ Atticus crooned, ignoring the niggling demand in his mind to thrust forward with reckless abandon. ‘If you want me to stop, you only have to ask, okay?’

Simon gave another brief moment of panting, before returning a shy, tiny nod to the bull.

Without hesitation, the Bull began to apply pressure, pushing his hips forward in small, tender thrusts. He had expected the boy’s ass to fight it, like it had it’s tongue, but it was only a brief moment, before it relented.

Simon hissed in pain as he opened up, the void immediately being filled with intense heat. He couldn’t believe it had actually worked. He thought for sure the bull wouldn’t have been able to fit this lurid thing inside him, maybe trying for a few minutes before giving up in frustration, bringing the night to a bitter close. He had of course based this on the belief there was no way he would be able to open up enough.

And yet, here they were.

‘OOooooOOOooooooooooooh,’ the Bull threw his head back as the boy’s soft insides teased at the head of his dick. Normally he would have stopped to allow his partner to adjust, but he was beyond frustrated. A few more jabs, followed by labored, gasps, and the Frenulum disappeared inside the boy beneath him. ‘Je-SUS CHRIST, BOY!’ the Bull shouted at the extremely tight confines he found himself in.

‘I-It Hurts!’ the boy cried, looking over his own chest and surveying the damage below. His own painfully hard cock pushed into his tummy, and blocked the thick pipe dipping down out of range, on which he was no skewered.

‘It’s Alright,’ the bull assured in a soothing, calm voice. He stroked the boy’s cheek. ‘Just give it a moment, okay? Will you do that for me?’

Simon looked up at the towering pillar of man above him. His soothing eyes looked down upon him with concern over his face. He gave a small swallow as the meaty paw stroked his face, and gave a nod.

The Minutes drew on, and as they did Simon found himself adjusting. Both men sat, in silence, panting at the intense feelings each supplied each other. It had been years since Atticus had had a piece of ass this tight before. He worried if it would cut off circulation to his prick.

Neither of their erections abated any as they waited for something they weren’t even sure of.

‘Hooooooo,’ Atticus finally gave a small groan, as he realized the boy’s ass had begun to draw upon the massive cock in its lips. ‘Simon, I gotta tell ya, I think we have a problem here.’

Simon’s eyes snapped open, fixing the bull with a concerned look.

‘See,’ he continued, pulling a tiny millimeter of his cock out, ‘Ah!’ he gasped, forcing what little he had managed back inside, illiciting another sharp moan from the boy, ‘See, I don’t think I can pull out. I mean,’ he repeated his previous actions, almost verbatim illiciting the same response from both of them, ‘I want to. But I can’t. It’s been a little while for me, and your ass is just…well…’

Withdraw. Groan. Push. Moan.

‘Pure heaven! But if I keep this up, I’m gunna sully yer reputation, and I don’t wanna do that. So you gotta do it for me.’

Simon looked on perplexed as the bull pushed himself off of his knuckles and sat on his haunches, cockhead still buried inside his tight asshole.

‘You can stay if you like, but I promise if you do, I’m not stoppin’. I’ll make you my own little breeding bitch. God be damned. So if you want to leave with yer dignity in tact right now, you gotta get offa me, and walk out that door, before I lose control.’

He brought his arms up and crossed them in front of him. He closed his eyes and sat, perched on his flanks.

This was it. The point of no return. No man he had ever bedded had been able to walk out before, so he was confident, but there was always the chance. He had only to wait.

Simon suddenly came to his senses. Realization of shame flooded every synapse. The cool evening air, the dull pain in his rear accompanied by tremendous heat. Thoughts of his pastor’s services flooded his mind, learning of the love god had for each and every one of his creatures…

Caitlin. Pure, sweet, innocent Caitlin. Her glorious smile, her promise of love for him. He had never been more ashamed of himself than he was at that moment. The Bull had cast his enticing spell upon the boy and he had fallen for it hook, line and sinker. He had to end this now. He had to leave, while he could still justify that he was pure enough to deserve her.

He lifted himself slightly on his elbows. He needed the Bull out of him, but wasn’t sure how he was going to achieve it without hurting. He gingerly tried to push back, allowing the turgid cock to slip out of his asshole…

When it happened.

Maybe it was the fact he was still shaking. Maybe it was the fact he hadn’t had anything to eat for lunch that day. But he knew how fucked he was when his arm gave a slight wobble as he shifted back, and he came crashing back down on the bed beneath him, which in and of itself wouldn’t have been such an issue-

Had it not also accompanied him sinking another few millimeters down on the erect mass embedded inside him.

With a pang of horror he looked up at the Bull, a small demented grin had spread across his face. He opened his eyes, the warm, understanding look he had been so careful to affix the boy with up until now, completely gone.

‘Oh Baby,’ he almost growled, unfolding his arms, ‘I’m so happy to hear you say that…’

‘N-NO!’ Simon managed to get out, as a mountain of beef clashed down upon him, knocking the wind from his lungs. In very quick succession, the same lips from before wrapped themselves around his, and with a clear, brutal thrust, Atticus sunk six or seven inches deep into the boy’s rectum.

It was like he was knocked unconscious. He wasn’t even aware it had happened until the Bull had relented with three or four inches to spare. He moaned into the boys mouth, as he began to fill his depths. Rough hands cupped Simon’s head as thick, meaty fingers began to stroke through the locks of his hair.

He could see stars dancing before his eyes as the Bull suckled upon his lips, pain blossoming anew again, with the most peculiar sensation as the Bull’s cock plumbed his depths.

Atticus tried his hardest to push more of his dick into the boy, but gave up, reversing his trajectory. His hard, slimy cock began to ease from the boy who made the most darling little squeaks of shock. He immediately slammed himself back down, going no further than he had before. Simon broke the kiss, throwing his head back and giving a shrill gasp.

‘Mmmmmmm,’ Atticus groaned, grinding his hips and pivoting his cock around the boy’s rectum. ‘I’m so glad I could be your first.’

Simon tried in vain to illicit some form of protest, but he could barely breathe. Beef was pushing at him from both sides, the Bull’s massive frame enveloping from outside, his massive cock pushing at his insides. He could only focus on the more immediate feelings swimming in his peripheral. The intense heat, the suckling on his neck, powerful enough to leave a deep hickey. The pushing of the massive penis now lodged deep inside of him. His knees now painfully grinding into each side of his collarbone, his feet, now cramping with full extension.

‘Oh Baby,’ Atticus moaned, tearing his lips off the poor boy’s neck. ‘You’re so good to me.’ He pushed himself back up on his knuckles, and Simon immediately felt air rush back down into his lungs. His senses sharpened again, and he prepared himself to feel utter, crushing guilt…but it never came.

He sat back in confused wonder for a moment, realizing that the first layer of confusion came from a strange noise he was hearing. A shrill bark. He forced himself to ignore the Bull pistoning in and out of him with force to find where the noise was coming from. Embarrassingly, he realized it was coming from himself. Every time Atticus pushed in, it was like a half shriek, half moan poured out of his head. High pitched, and utterly defeated.

‘Thassit, girl,’ Atticus growled, a mere seven inches from the boy’s face, ‘That feels good, don’t it?’

He could feel a small flush of embarrassment rise in his cheeks, partly because he had just been called a girl (although he doubted he’d be able to deny it with a straight face with the pillar of hard meat in his ass making him squeal), but also because the Bull was right. There was something the blanket of pain was covering. Something pleasant as the hard, smooth, slimy surface of Bull Dick slid in and out of him.

‘Hold on,’ Atticus grunted, stopping his thrusting. He lowered himself down onto his side, not bothering to pull out of the boy’s ass. Simultaneously he pushed the boy’s face away from him, and horrifyingly, Simon’s body seemed to respond, turning away from Atticus. He didn’t have a moment to think before a muscular arm scooped him up and brought him back into Atticus body, the same familiar heat now pushed into his back. From this position, Atticus was able to cram two more inches into the Boy’s hole, a pained squeak accompanying it.

‘Gimme a moment…’ Atticus tutted from behind him. He reached down with his free hand and raised the boys leg. His ballsack landed on the boy’s thoroughly messy thigh with a lurid ‘slap’, and the Bull began to softly probe his ass with his prong. ‘Hold on…’ he muttered, as he slowly pushed back and forth, seemingly looking for something…

‘ErGAH!’ Simon shrieked as he felt the Bulls dick graze over something inside of him. He had no idea what it was, but he could feel a sudden stab of electricity jolt throughout his body.

‘There it is.’ the Bull proudly muttered. Simon gave a sharp intake of breath as the shock faded, but immediately began to shriek and moan again as Atticus resumed his solid, hard thrusting in and out of his ass, every stroke slashing and stroking against the same hidden nub deep within. Each thrust brought forth a new, higher pitched squeal as an energy Simon once believed impossible coursed through his body.

‘Jee-ZUS, Son,’ Atticus laughed, as he picked up his pace. He too had started to pant, sweat, starting to run much more liberally down his face and back. ‘You sound like you’re REALLY enjoying this,’ he made one final push and felt, with a surge of triumph, the boy’s balls nestle comfortably atop his own. His groin was pushed flush against the small ass he was in the process of dominating, and the boy knew it. His entire peripheral was only squeaks and moans, as the large bull battered and kneaded his prostate with his enormous cock.

‘Can’t say I’m particularly understimulated back here,’ Atticus guffawed, as he ground the base of his dick into the poor battered asshole. ‘Fuck, I don’t think I’m gonna last too much longer here…A bit -Oh Fuck – A bit embarrassing, but…’

He pulled not more than two inches of his slick rod back out and slammed it back inside.

‘AHH!’ Simon shrieked as another wave of sparks accompanied the warmth of the Bull’s groin ricocheted of his ass. Atticus let go of his leg, which stayed in the approximate position, while his now free hand shot up and wrenched Simon’s head to his left, where the Bull’s lips were waiting for him. He began to rabbit fuck the boy in earnest, while his tongue explored the dazed looking Simon’s mouth. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of pure domination, but shot open again when the boy’s ass began to restrict further. He glanced down, only now registering the high pitched moan that wasn’t his own reverberating through his mouth, and saw the boy’s dick jumping and throbbing in place, spewing globs of pearly white cum onto the sheets beneath. The velvety smooth walls danced and ministrated around his shaft, and like a ninja/freight train hybrid, his own shattering orgasm hit.

He ripped his face from the boy’s own softly suckling lips and bellowed into the empty apartment. Deep, Guttural shouts as he tried in earnest to get the boy pregnant.

‘HOOOOOOOOoogggggggghhhhhhhh,’ Atticus groaned as he filled the already stretched receptacle for his seed. He groped the boys cheeks, who retorted to the bull’s moans with his own. Simon could feel every inch of himself being filled with a pleasant warmth. His insides immediately filled to capacity as he felt the cock inside him twitch angrily. As the moans does out, he became abundantly aware of an uncomfortable feeling something akin to drinking too much soda too fast. He looked down and softly gasped as he registered a slight bulge in his abdomen as he slowly, but very surely filled with cum.

For minutes the couple bathed in post orgasm bliss. The bull had let go of Simon’s asscheek and instead returned to stroking his hair.

Simon could feel the same towering presence behind him. A solid wall of warmth, mixing very pleasantly on the warmth glowing strongly within him. Even the slightly unpleasant sensations of his stomach bulging, and his asshole still being stretched by the Bull’s cock were only dull and mixed well with the pleasance he now felt. He didn’t even mind laying in the cold cum that had puddled beneath him.

The room stank. There wasn’t any whitewashing that fact. Raunch that bordered on overwhelming. The smell of Sex (Which Simon wasn’t familiar with), Sweat and Body Odour that mixed in the air. The radio on the bedside table played soft jazz, which was the only thing that could be heard other than panting.

Unfortunately, this strange miasma of feelings did nothing to fend off the strong surge of disgust and guilt, which now wracked his mind. He swore he could feel it begin to leech around his body. It was so overwhelming, in fact, that he hadn’t even noticed the bull had stopped stroking his hair and face, and didn’t register until he felt a soft tug on his hand.

He glanced down in time to see the Bull slipping the boy’s Promise ring off his finger.

‘I’m sorry Hun,’ Atticus cooed from behind him as he held the ring up to his own face, so as better to see it, ‘But I can’t in good conscience let you leave here with this…’

Atticus gave a small guffaw as he palmed the ring and pulled the boy in closer to spoon. He felt his deflating cock protest at the attempt to burrow down deeper into the boy’s ass, but ignored this, as he heard something he wasn’t expecting.

A small sniff.

Atticus whipped his face down, noticing that he couldn’t see Simon’s face, but he could see how he seemed to be hunching down into himself.

‘Oh Noooo,’ Atticus cooed. He deposited the ring onto the wadded sheets behind him, and pulled the boy into a bear hug. ‘Noo, don’t cry baby, it’ll be alright. He could feel the boy nuzzle down into his frame, and a few tears blossom and trickle down his bicep that cushioned the boy’s head. He held him close as he felt small sobs gently shake the two of them.

‘Shhhhh-Shhh-Shhhhhhh,’ Atticus bustled, gently rocking the boy, trying hard to not shift the penis buried in his ass. ‘Nothing’s gunna change, Sweetie. You’re still the same, sweet, compassionate boy that you’ve always been,’ he reached up and caressed the boy’s face, glowing with a little pride as the boy began to nuzzle back into it, ‘Just now, you get to be the sweet, compassionate boy you really are. Don’t have to hide anything anymore.’ He had to shift his leg a little, as the pressure of all the cum inside the boy had begun to build against the head of his cock. ‘I’ll be honest, okay, you may not be “pure” anymore, but you don’t have to be. That gal of yours never has to know about this. I won’t tell her. And if she asks about the ring, just tell her you can’t remember where you took it off.’

Sniff.

‘A’course,’ Atticus felt a little galling knowing what was about to come next, ‘And hear me out on this,’ he bit his lip to steel his nerve, ‘I think it’s pretty obvious I’m more than a little sweet on you…’ For dramatic license he gave the boy’s ass a small grind. Simon sniffled and let out a small whimper. ‘Be a downright shame if I didn’t get to see you again after tonight. Whaddaya say? Wanna make this a regular thing?’

Sniff.

‘I wouldn’t mind sharing ya,’ Atticus grinned. He shifted his hand down and began to stroke the boy’s deflated tummy. ‘Specially if it was with that pretty gal of yours. I know she’d treat you right, son…’

The tinny radio switched up, the next song in the lineup was more Big Band than Smooth Jazz.

‘Just so’s as you’re aware though,’ Atticus continued, his hot breath bathing Simon’s ear in warmth, ‘I’m not a ‘One Person Guy’ either, okay? I got a few cuties like you who check in on me occasionally.’

Another small pause for dramatic effect.

‘But I reckon that’s probably for the best right? You remain serious to your gal and see me on the side. She never finds out, and you-‘

Simon swung his lower torso forward. Atticus’ cock was tugged with the inertia as the boy slid down the shaft. It stopped just short of the head, which seemed determined to stay, but without the amount of blood required to wield it, it slid loose with a loud, slurping ‘pop’.

Atticus looked on with a feeling of defeat in his heart. He hadn’t wanted to scare the boy away, but perhaps he had laid that last part on a little bit thick.

Cum began to pour from the boys backside. Atticus watched as it flowed across the sheets, thoroughly ruining them. It would take a few turns through a very rough wash cycle before they could be returned to the bed. Normally he’d have to worry about the mattress, but he had paid the extra money for the ‘Deluxe Model’ when he had bought it, which was coated with a hydrophobic substance that was guaranteed to never stain.

Simon gave small moans as his now thoroughly stretched hole gaped, trying in vain to shut itself. He felt disgusting as the Bull’s seed poured from him, but after a brief moment felt the pressure in his stomach begin to abate as it returned to its normal size.

Atticus had begun to curse himself out, when to his surprise, the boy’s movement changed, not to continue his attempt to get up, but instead rolled over. A large, stick smear of cum accompanied his body as he lay back down in the puddle, turning to face the bull that had taken his virginity, that had been his first.

Simon lay his head back down on the Bull’s bicep and cuddled back into his chest, thick rivulets of Bull Seed dripping down his back to rejoin the puddle beneath them.

‘I-I,’ Simon stammered, fixing the bull with that same gorgeous, blue eyed gaze, ‘I don’t wanna go home tonight.’ He murmured softly.

‘And neither should you,’ Atticus beamed. Flawless Victory, accompanied by Enormous Pride. He leaned down and placed a small kiss on the boy’s lips. Or at least he meant to, as it turned into a slightly longer one. He was a little surprised that Simon wasn’t returning the kiss, but when he stopped and opened his eyes, he realized the boys were now closed, and he was softly breathing in rhythm.

Poor thing was utterly exhausted.

Atticus could only give a small chuckle, as he reasoned he could absolutely understand why.