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How long was too long? How long had it already been? How long could he even take?

These questions were arguably the least pressing right now, but as Julien sat staring vacant and unfocused in the driveway, the smaller details seemed easier to understand.

He should move. Too long had been minutes ago, each minute dragging by like a lifetime. He had to get out of the car. He had to go inside. He had to go home.

Home… to Roman. That's where he was. He was waiting too.

Paws tightened unconsciously on the steering wheel before him, locked at ten and two while his body remained on autopilot. Julien was numb to it anyway, unaware of where he ended and the seat leather began. Even that feeling was no longer new, not since he'd met Roman…

At some point, somehow, Julien's eyes moved. Only a glance, of course, but a promising sign nonetheless. Now they stared back at him, his reflection framed by the rearview mirror, and they screamed with terrified indecision. Everything else about him appeared calm, peaceful even, but those eyes… they begged him to make up his mind.

But it wasn't that simple, he might have said, this wasn't some high school sweetheart or office romance. This was so much more. This was Roman.

The words were never spoken aloud, yet still they sunk into him as tight knuckles began to ache and the stilling static of cramp crept in.

His reflection stared just as silently back, the narrow window providing Julien with a view of a man he now struggled to recognize. In the driver's seat was a bull, dressed in a frustratingly cheap suit that hung poorly on the man's stocky frame. While his clothes were as indistinguishable as they were indiscriminate, the bull was not. He struck a striking silhouette, a pelt as dark as the shadow surrounding him, with close-cropped horns and the glittering silver of an all too-thick ring pierced through his septum. Though they were absent in his reflection, he knew where others lay beneath itchy, tacky fabric. He remembered when they had been pierced through the bull's body. One nipple, then two, then with legs pulled back the perineum, until finally the head of the bull's manhood. But Roman had asked, and the bull had answered, and now Julien stared at him.

Julien stared at the bull in his reflection and tried to remember who he had been before. How long had it been? A year? A month? A day? How long had it been since he'd met Roman? How long had it been since he was a young, naive calf, barely legal and stepping out of the closet, to now? Now he was a grown man, who not long ago had probably envisioned settling down to domestic bliss, marrying some inoffensive husband, and wiling away the years until time ran out.

But whatever time that Julien had thought he'd had was already gone. A choice had to be made. To be or not to be with Roman.

That was the question. The question he didn't want to answer.

Because the answer would change everything in ways Julien could barely comprehend, and it scared him.

The confession, if only to himself, was enough to relax his grip on the wheel. Enough until the weight of his own arms caused them to fall to his sides. Beyond that, however, they moved no further.

But his head did turn. Slowly, with a heavy roll of his neck, he turned to the passenger's side and stared down. His eyes trained on the flowers.

A ridiculous bouquet of the richest, reddest roses Julien had ever seen lay before him. A dozen blossoms with countless petals blushed in the dark, daring him to even try to deny their majesty with his own two eyes. Even the wrapping cradling them was some uninspired pallid brown, the paper at least having the decency to humble itself against the rose bloom. Meanwhile, the bear had so coldly and callously cast such beauty aside in the passenger seat, either out of sheer ignorance or brazen disgust.

How could he have done such a thing to the roses? After all, they were from Roman.

They were the question. No, Julien frowned, perhaps they were more of a proposition. But they still expected an answer. Roman expected an answer.

Julien sighed. He closed his eyes, stole a last, steadying breath, and found the will to break free.

Snatching the bouquet in one paw and unlatching the door in the other, the bull seamlessly pulled himself out of the car and towards the front door. His keys might have come next, but as he took each measured, delicate step forward down the path he knew they wouldn't be necessary. His stomach turned, his heart drummed, his mouth soured, as he faced the threshold where once a door had stood with the waiting outline of another man.

Though he continued walking, he stopped shy of the house's porch, looking up from ground level to the bear before him.

Julien knew without a doubt they were virtually the same size, both in height and weight, but the mere difference between them was enough to make the bull feel so much smaller under the bear's shadow. It was an imperceptible shift that the bull couldn't help but surrender himself to, resigning himself to take in the sight of the bear before him. Brown from head to toe, with bough-like arms folded across the trunk of his body, fur as rough and deep as bark, the bear was a nature unto himself. Black lips formed into a duplicitous curl, neither smirking nor snarling, and budding eyes burrowed into Julien's skin, then soul. There was so much more to the bear than just this, more that he frustratingly wanted to see, but they remained hidden behind the modesty of gray sweatpants - for only the neighbors' benefit, Julien would hope. After all, only he would get to see more of the bear. But only if he answered correctly.

“Roman…" His name sang from his mouth before he had even realized. It carried on a breath he had forgotten he'd been holding, taking with it a tension he couldn't forget he'd endured, and when he heard it softly in the air, all felt right with the world.

But it dragged behind an emptiness of silence as the ghost of Julien's voice inevitably faded away, followed too by a tone belying his hesitation, his fear, and his desperation. It was as much a declaration of acknowledgment as it was an admission of guilt, and Julien knew then he had already said too much.

Quiet was met with quiet. One man stared at another. For a moment, Julien almost struggled to recognize the man looking back at him.

But only for a moment.

“Julien." The bear placed the word into the air as if he were testing the sound in his mouth and the name in his ear. It was matter-of-fact, plain even, nothing short of an unassuming reply, but while Julien had been in turmoil, Roman's voice was calm and steady, stilling the storm between them. Again, the shift might have gone unnoticed under anyone else's eyes, but Julien saw the bear's gaze start to warm, his smile softening, and the same tension caught in the bear's body release.

The bull couldn't place the feeling though. Was it relief? Happiness? Acceptance? Capitulation?

Julien still couldn't find the words. He didn't even know what he was going to say, let alone what he wanted to say. Did the words even exist?

“I almost thought you wouldn't get out of the car for a second there." Roman filled the silence in the bull's place. Casual pleasantries to break the encroaching ice, and though the storm was quelled, the waters they were now in were still just as freezing. “I was even worried you were gonna drive off and never come back."

There was trepidation now, even if it was beyond faint in his voice. Roman had been scared. Maybe he was still scared.

“Yeah…"

They both were.

The bull wished he hadn't spoken, but again the word was said before he even knew it was there. Its honesty was raw and unfiltered. Julien wished he could take it back, but he was glad that he couldn't.

The flash of pain on Roman's face hurt, but he was still happy he'd said it. He needed to say it. Roman wanted an answer. An honest answer. The bear's frown deepened,

“Did you want to?" Julien said nothing. “Were you going to?"

Paper cracked under the bull's fist as his fingers dug into the bundle of stems beneath. Thorns pricked his skin through the wrapping and their sting radiated through his palm.

What was he going to say? What did he want?

“No."

It was just as honest an answer as the first time. He wouldn't have been standing there if he had. He wouldn't be holding a bouquet of roses if he had. He wouldn't be looking up at Roman if he had.

“Then what do you want to do?" Roman asked the question as if it were nothing, though he waited all the same for the bull to mull over his answer.

Julien pulled his gaze away from the bear and down to the dozen roses in his paw, regarding them as if it were the first time he had seen the bouquet for himself. The memory of that moment flooded over him like a tidal wave as the storm found a second wind.

They had been sitting at his desk, a dozen red roses pretending to be something as innocent and endearing as a profession of love. His secretary had accepted their delivery, displayed them upon his desk, and giggled with unaware glee about some secret admirer the bull must have and how she would be so lucky to have a man like him.

Amidst it all, they had seemed oblivious to Julien's lonesome distress, the bouquet lifted in his paws as if they were as fragile as glass. He already knew there and then who they were from, and unlike everyone else peering into his office to gawp at his surrender, he knew what they meant.

It was what Roman had promised him. When it had somehow slipped from casual to serious, when they both realized what was happening, when it was becoming clear where things were going to end up… Roman had promised him.

A dozen roses. Impossibly large, astonishingly red, and only for him.

All Julien had to do was give them back to Roman and it would be over.

Was it finally time? Julien swore he had more time. Was he ready for this? Was it too late to turn back?

Did he even want to?

“What do you want to do?" Roman repeated himself, arguably as much for his own comfort as it was for Julien's response. “You know I want you to want it too. Otherwise…"

Anguish, sincere and brutal, the bear's words failed him too as he refused to complete the thought. But Julien already knew what he wanted to say. All he had to do was answer and then there'd be no turning back…

“I want to…"

Though he felt as if he had to force the words from his chest in a breathless whisper, he heard himself speak with a clarity he didn't think he could have in that moment. It was like someone else was speaking for him, using his voice and his words, and Julien refused to make him stop.

Roman's eyes roared for a second with earnest passion, almost like he too could sense the tide turning and the clouds clearing to let gentler winds and sunnier skies through. But the bear kept his composure, if only for a little longer, as the bull stepped onto the porch and leveled with him. Julien could barely find the breath in his lungs as his paw threatened to break under his own force, the bouquet trembling in his grasp. He could feel his heartbeat thundering through every vein and artery, the hot blood burning through him as instincts and impulses began to boil. The closer he was to the bear, the more everything felt alive, and it was enough to make Julien wonder why he'd even doubted himself in the first place. Up close, he could smell the bear, ardently familiar from many days, nights, and more, drowning him as they stood inches apart.

The smell was far removed from the roses in his paw. The smell was better than the roses in his paw.

He wanted this. He wanted Roman.

“So…" Roman said, his voice as much a whispered hiss, staring back into the bull's eyes with precarious hope, “You do?" He swallowed, licking his lips, caught in his own racing breath, “Do you want to be mine?"

Julien nodded. Roman pushed.

“Say it." His eyes hardened. He was serious. But then again, he needed to be. He needed an answer. “Do you want to be mine?"

He wanted to be Roman's.

Truth be told, he already belonged to him. He had from the moment they'd met. But Julien wasn't ready then.

He was now.

“Yes."

There was no turning back now.

Another lone word was enough to break the stalemate between them, the world shifting on its axis just as before, only now it was finally over. The dates, the sleepovers, the weekends away, the parties, the dinners with family, the drinks with friends, the small talk with neighbors, the plus-one invites, and everything in between that Julien had desperately tried to keep behind closed doors… he could finally let go. It was another weight he had been aware of, another burden that he'd tortured himself with day after day when the answer had been right there all along.

But it was gone now. And he was giddy with excitement. Tears bristled under his eyes.

Roman reached forward, paw caressing the bull's face with exceptional tenderness. The bear held him in his palms, taking the weight off Julien's head as the rush of fatigue overcame him. The tears came silently, and the bear pulled him into a deep, knowing embrace. Julien felt a kiss plant itself on his cheek as he let the bear take over.

“You feel better now?" Roman asked, arms taking possessive hold of the bull, paws securing him in place, “Now that you've said it."

He had never felt better.

“Yeah…" Julien stifled the overflow of emotions and pulled back his composure, the bear relinquishing him from his hold, though keeping him very much within his arms.

“Yes, what?"

Julien's heart stopped, he froze in place, already realizing his mistake long before Roman had pointed it out. He also realized that before everything had been done as a performance, because that was how it was supposed to be done. Now, however, it wasn't a fantasy anymore. It was real. It had always been real, but now Julien couldn't hide it. He couldn't pretend anymore.

He'd given his answer and he wouldn't turn back.

“Yes sir."

“Good boy."

The praise was immediate, as was the buzz of euphoria when Julien realized that he could let it all go, not just errant parts that lingered in his mind. He was Roman's and that's all that mattered. Everything else could just melt away.

Thorns bit at his paw. If only it were that simple.

Roman's fingers slipped over Julien's, lifting the roses together into what little space there was between them. They rolled in a sea of red before the bull's very eyes as Roman centered his boy's focus.

“But you know what I want too." Arms pulled him inside. Julien sank into Roman's hold and forgot the walls of their home surrounding him. The door was closed. Their bodies moved together in time. The bull allowed himself to be led deeper in.

“Yes sir." He knew exactly what Roman wanted. A dozen roses.

“Will you give them to me?"

Julien welcomed the pain of the rose stems burying into him now. They grounded him, enough to form coherent thoughts, to say what he wanted to say. These were his roses though. The bouquet had been for him.

But he knew he belonged to Roman. So he would gladly give them to him.

“Yes sir."

He also knew that Roman didn't want the flowers. He had never meant the flowers.

“Then you know what you have to do." The bear finally let the bull go, taking a step back to give him room to breathe, think, and then act. It was enough to snap Julien into reality, drawing him enough away from his inner space to meet his master's expectations.

The bull found himself coming back to their bedroom. The master bedroom, he now supposed, childish as it might have been, but the once familiar room seemed distinctly different now. Nothing had changed, not since they had first moved in and somehow transformed the space to hide the seedier, more sordid side of their love. Julien supposed that it was he who felt different, not the room. Perhaps it was because he knew he no longer had to feel ashamed of what their bedroom might have been if he'd continued to deny himself and live in denial.

Whichever it was, the bull could sense the change. It felt like electricity running down his spine.

He surveyed the room, taking in the space with a renewed vision and purpose. At its heart was a four-poster bed, custom-built to satiate the bear's infatuation with bondage with a convenient, albeit discomforting cage fashioned beneath its mattress and frame. Julien had spent many nights there in their earlier days, and he vowed to spend even fewer nights there in future. He would much rather be strung between its posts, tethered to its headboard, or suspended from its canopy, than sleeplessly struggle as his master peacefully slumbered above.

Behind some artistic tapestry that the pair had picked up from a flea market, another facet of Roman's bondage gear lay hidden. Such a simple cross that Julien knew all too well was anything but, as yet more memories of the long hours he had spent fixed to it. Forward facing and back again, spanked, paddled, whipped, and lashed, pushed over and over to his breaking point much to the bear's sadistic pleasure. And if he had been left facing the wall, his back to the room, then there was little stopping his master from claiming his vulnerable rear…

That, in particular, had been Roman's darkest and demonstrable desire. Julien allowed his gaze to wander across the closet where the bear's hoard of endless toys were kept, every available inch of the large nook crammed full of everything Roman could possibly want to put inside his bull. Plugs, dildos, beads, tunnels, vibrators, a neverending list that remained as large as some of the toys the bear coveted most. Julien could barely contain himself from shivering and shuddering, mindlessly tearing away his suit. Roman would use them tonight, he was sure of it. Maybe not at first, but eventually. He would bring out one after the other, daring to go bigger and bigger until he was splitting Julien in two with such force that he'd break all over again.

And Julien had broken many times. Sometimes when Roman went too far, sometimes when Julien thought he could go further, but never with any cruel or misguided intentions. Julien knew there was a good chance he could break tonight. He knew what Roman wanted, and while he wanted to give it to him, it was a lot to ask for.

But he was going to try. He wanted to at least try.

With his suit left scattered across the bedroom floor, Julien stood stark naked before the bear. A sudden consciousness dropped upon him as he stared back at Roman with uncertainty in his eyes. He knew what he wanted, just not how Roman wanted to take it from him.

“There's my boy." The bear said, his chest rumbling with unrepentant adoration. Out of habit, Julien found himself shuffling in place, his legs placed at ease, paws held behind his back, and any shred of awkwardness melting away to allow him to stand proud before his master.

Roman walked slowly and methodically, stepping in to occupy the bull's personal space with paws already outstretched. He felt his body tighten from that first touch, the bear's heavy mitts landing softly upon his bared chest and stroking through the short, charcoal hair. It was, for that brief moment, affectionate like the bear was petting a tamed beast, as he brushed his palms over the toned slopes of his pectorals. Julien set his head forward, but his eyes glanced at his master's face, himself in turn transfixed with stroking and smoothing over the bull's nape.

But any affection was not to last, tantamount to conversational pleasantries, as Roman's paws worked down the bull's chest and indelicately found his nipples. Julien controlled himself as the bear's fingers pried at the thick gauge of his rings, pinching where they pierced his flesh with deliberate force. He took long, steady breaths while Roman entertained himself, though the feeling of that tight, twisting pain dug quickly into his brain in no time at all.

Fortunately, it wasn't the sole focus of the bear's ministrations, as once he seemed idly satisfied toying with his boy's pierced nipples, he began to slide his paws further down. He rubbed his fists over the slight paunch to the bull's stomach, the abdominal muscles still toned underneath a body succumbing to its age. While Roman had never complained or ever set expectations for Julien to remain in shape, the bull had taken it as a matter of pride, if only in himself. He liked to think that he was no less desirable now than his wasted youth, that Roman hadn't missed his time with Julien at his peak.

Even then, however, whenever the bull simply called him by his name, his title, it made him feel just as young. When Roman called him his boy, it was like lightning through his soul.

Roman's paws continued past his stomach, fingers lacing their way through the bull's thickening trail of fur toward his groin. Again, Julien focused himself on remaining calm, even when those same fingers started to venture across his sheath and sack. He could feel knots of anticipation forming in his gut as the bear's paws fondled his genitals, lifting his balls in one palm while the other squeezed at his sheath. Roman's digits found its third piercing, a lorum punctured through the space between his sheath and scrotum, another ring of fat silver identical to his nipples. Peaking from its entrance, a fourth lay poorly hidden, and Roman's grip was already probing into the inner flesh to find it. Pierced through his cock head, it served as an ideal anchor for the bear to tug and pull, goading the bull's manhood from its home and out into the open. Julien clenched his jaw at the discomfort, with no choice else but to surrender his own arousal at being molested by his master.

His cock began to slide free, hardening with quick beats of his heart, and surged straight into the bear's waiting paws. The piercing shone at its head, hanging from the underside of his dick's tip, a flash of steel that marked the foot of bull meat now throbbing under Roman's whim.

Of course, it wasn't a surprise that the bear's next decision was to further tease the bull's erection. Wrapping his fingers around his fattening shaft, he worked his paw back and forth with almost cruel laziness. He wasn't trying to excite Julien anymore than his current state, but more pin him to this point, edged between needing more and being the furthest he could be from any release. For all the time Roman took, dragging each second out, it nudged the bull closer and closer to a twitching, trembling limbo where he knew he'd get no relief.

Sensing though that he was pushing the male too far, the bear released his grip on his cock. It stood on its own power now, swollen and starting to drip, as Julien breathed through his teeth. Part of him wanted the bear to put his paws back, to keep touching him, but it would never have ended well even if he had thought to ask. Instead, Roman's arms curled around the bull's waist, his paws searching for their final destination and cupping each buttock respectively. The bear kneaded at the bull's rear with his knuckles, massaging the muscular globes under his hold as their two bodies pressed closer together. He may have only been dressed in little more than sweatpants, but unlike the uncompromising nudity of the bull, it was enough to score a line of power between them both. Roman's face was inches from Julien's, and his gaze was no longer wandering the contours of his body but staring deep into the other's eyes.

He leaned, moving slowly, until their lips touched, and Julien sank into the bear's insistent kiss. It was only brief, a moment's intimacy as their tongues danced along one another, before Roman pulled just as leisurely away. A smile tweaked at the edge of his muzzle, hiding a hungry, toothy smile.

“On the bed, don't mind how," His arms unfurled from the bull's hips, one paw cajoling at the small of his back in the direction of the bed, “Just do whatever's comfortable to start with." While Julien did as he was told, Roman diverted to their nightstand, though he continued to order the bull as he moved. “I know this is gonna be hard for you, 'cause I know you think you won't be able to take it."

Before he followed the bull and joined him atop the bed, Roman finally seemed to consider removing the little clothing he had. There was no elegance or ceremony to it, however, just a casual tug at his waistband to let gravity drop the slack fabric to the floor. Already well-worn after several months, they were stretched and frayed from the bear's body. He wasn't wearing any underwear, much to the bull's lack of surprise, leaving his fat sheath and fatter balls law against his powerful thighs.

As the bear pulled his weight onto the bedspread, he found that Roman had already been busy in anticipation of their night. The sheets had been changed, its typical fabric covers replaced with the silky synthetic of black vinyl. The material hissed from every little movement Julien made, and the feeling of it against his bare hide elicited an indescribable yet familiar sensation deep in his gut. It swam as deep into his head as Roman's voice did, just as the trapped heat did, just as the feverish smells in the air, as did the act of getting on all fours and obediently raising his tail…

“But if you want me to own you from now on, you're gonna have to stop thinking like that and finally just accept that I know what's best for you."

Roman's paws fished through the nightstand's draw, spending little time acquiring whatever he needed from its contents. Lifting them up one by one, Julien watched as the bear gathered three things: a pair of black latex gloves, a clear, indistinct bottle, and an even smaller vial.

“I know how far I can push you." He put the lube on the bed first. Then the bottle of poppers. “I know when I can push you further." The bear strained to squeeze his fat paws into each glove, the rubber threatening to burst with every dulled, crackling squeak. “I know what you can take. And I'm going to take it from you. Understand?"

“Yes sir."

“Same safewords as usual." Roman passed the smallest bottle to the bull, ensuring the glass was pressed firmly in his grip. He already knew what they were, but Julien couldn't help steal a glance down at the indiscriminate object, watching the colorless liquid restlessly settling within. The larger bottle remained in the bear's other paw, its contents far thicker and pooling over itself in slow, fat, oozing waves. “Say what they are."

“Green is good, red to stop," the bull said, not daring to miss a beat at the bear's command, “Purple for emergencies."

“Good." He sniffed, deftly popping the bottle's lid and tilting it towards his dominant paw, “Good boy." Julien cast his gaze back over one shoulder, breathing as steadily as he could while watching Roman coil and coat his fingers in unhealthy helpings of lube. When he had decided that he had enough, he crept forward on his knees, closing in on the bull's presented rear. The bottle of lube was dropped to their side, just in reach for when Roman needed it next, and Julien felt the bear hold his body in place. His unsoiled paw gripped above his tail, weighing on his coccyx, just as the other slipped between his spread buttocks. The bull's heart was racing again, staring blankly ahead with every thought focused on the feeling of the bear's wet paw nestled at his hole.

Among the frenzy of anticipation, however, he felt Roman squeeze against his back, reclaiming his boy's attention. The bull turned and met the bear's gaze.

“Whatever happens, just remember that I love you." The words were sincere, though hesitant. It was a glimpse of the bear's own nerves, his guard slipping for only a moment.

“I love you too, sir."

Roman nodded, and then he pushed.

With his fingers pursed together, the bear's paw formed a rough, inelegant shape, streamlined as best it could to press against Julien's ass. Slipping in the lube, the tips fought to find the path of least resistance as Roman bore down on the bull, working with careful pressure against his hole. Julien urged himself to take measured breaths, distracting himself with the monotony of filling and emptying his lungs. Yet he could still feel the strain, every sensation sinking and slicing down his torso as the bear worked his fist.

But this was not their first time. For Roman, he had long since proven himself a veteran at the act with years of experience behind him, all of which he had singled onto the bull. Julien, however, had only had passing encounters before the bear, but that kernel of curiosity had been prodded, probed, and pried apart by his master to expose a side he had only ever flirted with. Now he couldn't even imagine a day without the bear working away on his hole, those paws breaking down his ass time and time again.

He felt the pressure sink into him, Roman triumphing over whatever resistance may have been left as those tucked fingers slid from knuckle to knuckle. The motions were concerningly seamless, the bull sucking the air in a sharp breath as the bear's fist began to widen. While tight for the time being, still being slathered with lube, Julien knew it wouldn't be long until his master had worked him loose. Roman's thumb rested at its crook against the bull's rim, Julien feeling the soft strokes of the digit as it smeared lines through his wet fur.

“Nearly there," Roman said, his voice low and firm, “Take a hit for me."

Julien's fingers squeezed the bottle in his paw, his hole reflexively clenching in kind around the bear's half-paw. It was difficult to think clearly, not when he could do little else but focus on Roman shifting at the beginning folds of his guts.

As best he could, the bull unscrewed the cap from where he was on all fours, only then righting the bottle to stop it from spilling and bringing it to his face. The acrid scent of chemicals was at first faint, but as it drew closer to his snout, the stench punched its way through his sinuses. They were Roman's choice of poppers, one he favored for their unfeeling strength. Julien calmed himself, closed his eyes, and then placed the vial's lip to his nostril.

He inhaled, taking one long, slow breath, thumb holding the opposing side of his nose closed, as the fumes sunk through his skull.

Then he switched sides, mirroring the process as he sucked in another long, slow breath. His head was already starting to swim, blood vessels surging with the rush, leaving the bull with nothing but his heartbeat thumping at his ears.

But the chemicals were lapsing through him, gradually trickling along every nerve and muscle with the overwhelming urge to relax. Julien could feel his body surrendering to its power, his mind idling on the intense sensation and spurring his arousal. He sank deeper and deeper down, sighing softly and returning the poppers to their place on the bed. From behind, he could feel the bear as he too sensed the change in the bull, a heady growl breaking from Roman's throat.

“That's it. Good boy." His thumb shifted, paw working back into shape and the pressure renewed. “Let me in."

Even with the drugs bubbling under his skin, Julien could still feel the strain of his hole yielding to the bear's fist, tighter and tighter and tighter until he thought he would break. A quiet, sullen groan dripped out his chest as Roman's fist wound to its widest point, and it seemed to linger there. Right at that apex, riding on that unbearable ache, as the bear forced the bull apart.

When Julien's huffs and whimpers reached a fever pitch, only then did Roman release the pressure. Just as he did, suckled on the bull's hole, his fist was swallowed whole into the male's hot, slimy bowel.

Though the relief on his ass was only slight, his hole still wrapped around the bear's wrist with the fullness of his paw deeper inside, Julien couldn't help but gasp in thankful lust. With his body now folding around Roman's fist, the bull felt himself relax. It was an unnatural instinct, but it felt warm and comforting around him as Julien eased himself into the bear's control.

“Good boy. Now you're getting it." Roman's free paw stroked over his bull's back, coaxing the shivering male to lean further into his hold. “Let's get you warmed up."

With the utmost gentleness, the bear started to ease and turn his fist, slipping through the bull's inner flesh and loosening his discomfort. Julien's breathing returned to drawn-out pants, slow and haggard, his head tipped down while his back arched as he let the bear toil away. They were only seconds in, perhaps minutes at best, and already he could feel the brunt that fist was taking on his body. Even the slightest move Roman made resonated through him, all thrumming from the epicenter carved by his paw.

To start, he simply worked and wound his fist at the wrist, circling it this way and that as if to core a space for the bear to fill with his own body. But then Julien started to feel him pull back, his grasp at his tail locking him in place while his impaled paw eased itself out of the bull. He couldn't stop the shudders that rolled through him as his hole stretched wide again, his rim dragging out with Roman's wrist while his strength overpowered those tired muscles. Slurring through a grimace, Julien relented on the bear's arm as it pulled his fist free. His hole contorted to its shape, its fingers no longer pursed together but instead curled into a thuggish ball, erupting from his ass with a greasy, rude slop.

Hankering through the shivers it sent up and down his spine, Julien silently breathed a prolonged gasp as he felt his ass convulse and flex behind him. With nothing to occupy it or keep it closed, he couldn't stop his abdomen from clenching. He could feel the stretch of his rim pushing out as if begging the bear behind him to return his paw, a wide ring of flesh dropping down into the dark, lubed tunnel of his guts. When the impulse to clamp down passed though, the bull finally let himself go lax, releasing the breath he'd been holding as his hole sucked back into him. Yet it didn't return to normal, not how it was before the night began, as it now sat there feeling stretched. Julien squirmed under the sensation of his own hole feeling loose, wider, and longer than it had been mere moments ago.

From behind, however, Roman was far from done with the bull's ass, reaching for the bottle of lube and adding a fresh coat to his fist. He even took two fingers and slipped them into the bull's rim, the digits effortlessly stretching apart his hole to expose the hollowed guts within. Roman poured another helping of lube directly into Julien's ass, the bull shuddering with the alien coolness oozing through him as he did so. But it was another sign that he should prepare for the bear's fists again, so Julien found himself snorting his bottle of poppers in turn. After his first dose, the second came in softer waves, but he continued to drench himself in that numbing high while the sound of slickened paws smeared themselves together.

Roman retook his place at Julien's back, easing him back into his arched stance while the knuckles of his clenched fist kissed his hole. It was brief, but the realization took the bull by surprise until it was bluntly shoved aside by the bear's paw driving into his ass.

With his muscles relaxing under the popper's influence, it was distressingly easier for his master to grind away at his hole until the rim gave way. Julien moaned, his voice shaking, as the tight ball of the bear's fist slid into him. The flat force of his knuckles plowed through his innards, and his legs felt cold from the sudden, more brutal penetration. Yet Julien's cock stirred from a half-sinking slumber as the fist bore down against his prostate. Despite beginning to soften, it now pulsed back to life as Roman's fists started to spark something within him. Julien could feel the need to release, just as before, but he was still so far from reaching it, nor was he even sure what it would look like with the bear's arm impaling him.

But there was no time to consider those particular details, not when Roman's fist shifted inside him once again. Sinking deep enough to its furthest point on his wrist, the bear was already beginning to pull his paw back. No longer did he seem interested in taking his time or allowing the bull to acclimatize to his presence, satisfied that his boy was sufficiently warmed up for his liking. Julien wasn't sure he shared the bear's train of thought, but there was little he could do as Roman's fist was already on its way out of his hole. He yanked it free with as much decency and discretion as he had before, and he waited again as the bull felt his body push on instinct.

Yet when Julien's hole yawned wide in the wake of the bear's fist, there was no chance this time for it to naturally close. The bull flinched when he felt Roman's paw reconnect with the gaping chasm of his hole, the dull sound of wet flesh colliding with the bear's blunted knuckles as his fist forced its way back inside. He was fighting against Julien now, coming to blows with muscles that no longer seemed comfortable welcoming his paw into its folds. The bull didn't want to resist his master, struggling to quash the impulses wrapping through his guts, but Roman wasn't leaving him room to adjust anymore. His fist plunged deep, a curled mass grinding Julien from the inside out, until his ass had fully engulfed it and nervously suckled on his wrist.

Then the bear pulled back, dragging the bull's guts with him, until his fist was regurgitated by Julien's ruined hole. The bull spat out a whine, the exertion prickling along his skin in beads of sweat, and his body convulsed.

He felt stale air breathe on his gaping ass, only to be cut off by the same unrelenting knuckles as Roman bore down on him. He punched his fist in deep again, back to the wrist, and then he tore it out.

Julien's whine turned into a strangled whimper. Roman's fist paid him no attention as it drove back and forth through his guts.

There was no longer any pretense to the bear's actions, as any thought there may have been for Julien's comfort was effectively sidelined now that he had proven himself capable to his master. Roman seemed certain that the bull could take it, even despite his fevered grunts and ragged moans, thrusting his fist over and over through that worn-down hole as if intended to break it completely. A gruesome chorus of wet, pliant flesh being pounded over and over with air bubbling and spluttering in between rang loudly around the room. It was only undercut by the stench of lube, the lingering fumes of poppers, and unrestrained lust. The bull's cock hung in a throbbing slope, unable to fully harden with the assault against the inside of his stomach, but still desperately aroused. Pre spilled from its head, adding to the splotches of used lube spilling onto the vinyl every time Roman ripped his fist out of the bull's hole. Julien still fought with the overwhelming need to push, unconsciously trying to take every opportunity when the bear's paw wasn't deep in his ass, but his master never gave him a chance. He punched away with wild, ruthless abandon.

In the back of his mind, Julien began to think it might never end. Rationally, it would, of course, but he was losing count of how many times the bear had punched his fist into his hole. He had no idea how long it had even been, when they had started, or when Roman was going to stop. Worse still, the bull had to contend all of this with the ever-increasing pressure pummelling through his ass, every inch of him washed in uncontrollable tremors. He could feel himself rising to a point where he wouldn't be able to take it anymore, where he'd beg the bear to stop, if only for a moment, so that he could just breathe again. Even if it meant another endless round of fists hammering into his ass.

Just when he thought that moment was coming, he heard the bear finally speak again, his voice sounding so distant from behind him.

“Get ready, boy." He barked, “When I say push, you push, got it?"

Julien nodded his head, anything the bear wanted, he'd do. His own mind was far from in control now.

“Say it." Roman snapped, still working his paw back and forth through the bull's ass. Verbal confirmation, not just implied consent. Julien sucked in a labored breath,

“Y-you say p-pusshhh," he groaned, pushing what little strength he had left into the words, “I p-ah! I push!"

“Good." Fist in, fist out, over and over. “Good boy."

Even with new orders and anticipation turning over in him, the bear seemed happy to plunder on, punching his way through the bull. Julien wheezed with expectation, caught on the edge listening for the word from Roman's mouth, drool hanging from his lips and his eyes scrunched shut. He didn't know if he could keep going, but he held on for his master.

Then it came.

“Push!"

With Roman's shout still thundering in his ears, Julien didn't pause for breath. He just pushed, as he was instructed, with the bear yanking his fist out of his hole with particular force. As he bore down on his stomach, clenching every muscle that could still listen and somehow respond, the bear's paw never returned this time. The bull pushed hard, holding the strain no matter how much it screamed inside him, until he felt his body start to give.

The bear growled from behind as Julien's hole stretched wide, twitching from the pressure, and then his guts began to spill out even further than that. Sweat dripped from his face and he sucked back spittle while continuing to push, refusing to stop until he was certain he had given his master what he wanted. Slimy, rough fingers were quickly digging at his rim, hooking against this the muscle to pull it wider and deeper, coaxing more of the bull's insides out into the open.

“Fuck yeah, boy! That's fucking beautiful." Julien felt his face flush with hot, rancid heat, his cock throbbing at his master's praise. Regardless of how wrong it felt, the bull took some carnal pleasure in meeting the bear's demands.

He couldn't see for himself, he didn't dare look back, but he could feel it. The growing bloom of his own guts oozing out of him with his hole battered and bruised into nothingness. It was a disquieting, twisting feeling, but the longer it lasted, the easier it seemed to hold, so long as Julien kept the squeeze on his abdominals. Roman's fingers worked their way around his hole, teasing more of his innards to seep forth, and even occasionally slapped and groped his paw against the mound of meat spilling before him. The noise it made, the sensation it left, it wasn't right…

“Well done, boy." The bear's tone was uncomfortably sincere, with no effort made to even hide the lustful glee that brimmed from beneath. “Now just relax…"

It was all the bull needed to hear, immediately releasing the pressure eroding away in his stomach. He felt relieved to finally stop, but the following feeling of his guts, half-strung out of his own hole, slipping slowly back inside only underscored how gross he felt. It crawled under his skin with fresh shivers, cold and clammy, eating its way back through him until he felt like every inch of his body was slick with dirt.

Roman's paw was back against his hole, though it lay open against the remaining portion of his guts as he helped ease and guide them to their home. He was remarkably tender with his touch, caressing and consoling his trembling bull while feeding his flesh back into his hole.

When everything had returned back to its rightful place, when the bull's hole sunk closed as best it could, though still stretched and hung open after its abuse, Julien felt changed. Somehow, this was different now, like something inside him had been broken by the bear this time around. Worse than that, though, Julien knew there was still more to come.

Therefore, when his master spoke again, he already knew what he was going to say."

“That was perfect," Roman said, his lube-smeared paw nursing against the bull's hole, fingers gingerly probing his gape, “But that was just one rosebud."

“Yes sir," Julien said without thinking, his voice weak but the words clear and unmistakable. He leaned back into the bear's touch, more of his fist sliding into him until it was nuzzling at his wrist once more. “You wanted twelve…"

The bear sniffed, his paw tensing inside the bull's ruined ass.

Roman gave the bull a dozen roses. He wanted the same back. He wanted a dozen rosebuds from the bull.

“You going to give them to me? Or do I have to take them from you?"

Julien straightened himself up as best he could, exhaustion burning through him, as he dug deep to find some reserve to keep going.

“Doesn't matter, sir." Somehow, despite everything, he found himself mustering a devious smile, glancing back at the bear, “They're the same thing."

There was a second's hesitation on Roman's face before he matched the bull's grin, his smile bearing even wider as his boy surrendered to him.

“You sure, boy?"

“Yes sir. Green, sir."

“Then get on your back, legs up. I want you to see."

Though he had to move slowly to keep himself steady on weary limbs, Julien eased himself down to his side, then rolled onto his back. He didn't care when he felt himself smear through the spent lube on the sheets, nor did he think about finding the most comfortable position he could. He settled into place the moment he figured he was where the bear wanted him to be, lastly picking his legs up and bending at his waist. In spite of his age and the night's toll, Julien lay back with his arms holding his knees to expose his upturned ass back to the bear.

With his view no longer of the headboard before him, Roman loomed over the bull as he retook his position at his ass. Both of his fists and much of his forearms with plastered in dripping slime, the pervasive scent of chemicals emanating from where the lube now sunk into his fur. He worked his paws together, redistributing the lube already there between his fingers, until finally opting instead to pick up the bottle. Julien watched as the bear streamed the fluids over his hole, his eyes following the viscous current descending from the bottle's cap to his hole. Though difficult, he could even see the lube sliding against his stretched hole, the slack ring of muscle looking unrecognizable as the bull saw it for himself that night. After tonight, if he gave Roman what he wanted, he realized that how his ass was right now, that was going to be his new normal.

The thought made him tremble, his cock pulsed against his stomach.

From further behind him, jutting between the bear's thighs and just under the peak of his gut, Julien could see his own manhood. Its flesh was angry and red, veins bulging at the skin, as if he had been so insatiably aroused by his assault on the bull's hole that his cock was fit to burst. Julien wondered how long exactly he had been like that, whether it was hard from the moment his fist entered him or when his rosebud was pulled out… Either way, the bear was incapable of hiding his darkest desire right then and there.

Roman moved his paws to the bull's presented hole, fingers sliding into the warm crevice of his ass without a moment's hesitation. The hasty move had Julien scrambling for the poppers still in his grip, maneuvering himself to safely sniff from the vial without losing its contents over him. As the bear's fists began to sink inside him, he took many selfish breaths, inhaling deeper over and over until he was soaring higher than before with his heartbeat pounding at his head. It was arguably too much for just one dose, but Julien reasoned that he needed something to take the inevitable edge off, just as Roman's fists pushed their way up to the wrist.

With his legs spread further apart and granting the bear even greater access to his hole, it was again frighteningly easy for him to push his fists into the bull's ass. Helped along by generous amounts of lube and its earlier stretching just moments ago, Julien could just lay back with his body coursing from the poppers. His ass felt sloppy and loose, its tired muscles submitting to the bear's advance as his paws worked in tandem to realign their path. One fist pursed its way inside, only to be replaced by the other as it withdrew, swapping back and forth between the two at a steady, unwavering pace. Roman had been right about moving the bull to his back, as now Julien could see for himself just what the bear was doing to him. His eyes fixed on those paws, unfocused on the slurry of movement, as they worked to strip away at his already open hole. Staring down between his legs, he watched his master fist him with staggering ease.

But these weren't the bear's closed fists. These were the kinder, more ergonomic cones of fingers pressed together that were far more forgiving on the bull's hole. They were only a prelude, Julien keenly aware that if the bear was to force his hole to buckle and bloom with fresh rosebuds, he would need the full weight of his bludgeoning fists.

Julien snuck another hit of the poppers, mellowing into the endless grind of fists writhing through his hole, his mind emptying into a slobbery, swilling mess.

It seemed enough of a sign for Roman to finally abate with both paws, leaving one still inside the bull while the other retreated. He placed the wet slap of his palm against Julien's thigh, leaning on his boy for leverage while the other fist still squirmed and wound in his hole. Their eyes met, a silent exchange passed between them, before Julien felt the bear's fingers inside him curl inward.

Shifting closer on his knees, his body towering over the doubled bull, Roman poised himself with his wrist deep in Julien's ass. With his fist wound into a ball, he started to pull with a determined, animalistic force. The bull felt the air being sucked from his lungs as his body gave in, his hole gaping and slopping out the mass of the bear's paw. He frantically grunted, wondering if he should push now and give his master the first of twelve rosebuds, but his fist was already crashing back down before he could try. Only mustering a pathetic groan from the sheer enormity of his guts being slammed deep, Julien threw his head back as Roman punched his way back inside.

The bear returned to the same pace as he had followed before, his arm driving his paw through that gasping hole over and over. His knuckles worked like a shunt, splitting the bull's guts apart to make way for the invading limb. Julien's body shook from the force, not only wracked with the tremors of his assailed insides but now from the weight of Roman's size hunkered over him. His limp dick dragged against his stomach as his body refused to respond to the battering pressure against his prostate. Bent over as he was, it forced Julien to contend with new challenges from an aching bladder to a misplaced urge to climax. He could do neither, however, not when he felt, heard, even saw that fat, sloppy fist punch into his hole at speed.

The sight of his hole, gaping and cavernous, guzzling the fist and spitting it back out without even twitching to close was literally and figuratively stomach-churning. Julien couldn't help but let slip quiet, panicked cries as he just watched, Roman never once resting for a moment as he punched and pounded away at his ass. He felt numb, anxiety rising within him that there was no way he could ever come back from what the bear was doing to him, and he whimpered when there came an urge to push.

He moaned, trying to call his master's name, but the word was incomprehensible.

Thankfully, however, Roman could sense his boy's will breaking, and he seized the opportunity before it was lost.

“Push, boy!" He ripped his fist out of the bull, lips pulled back in a snarl of anxious want. “Push!"

Julien howled, but he did as he was told. He clenched down hard and didn't stop even when he felt blood rushing to his head.

From between his legs, erupting from his broken hole, his guts quickly surged into the open air. Giddy revulsion scored through the bull as he watched his own body unravel before his very eyes, more and more of his insides spilling out in a swollen, throbbing mess of red flesh. Roman's paws feasted on the rosebud as he bloomed before him, sinking through its folds and working to drag more out of the bull's hole. His eyes were raging with something fierce and primal, his cock throbbing even harder as he savored the scene of his boy's ruined ass.

When the bull couldn't bear to hold it any longer, he broke down into a defeated, sobbing sigh, his distending flesh pulled back inside with the pressure gone. But there was no time for him to rest, no time for him to resettle his body, as Roman's fists were abruptly bearing down on him yet again. He punched his way back through the crater of his hole, chasing after his frayed guts, and fought harder and faster than before to break the bull back down. It didn't take much to get Julien back to the edge, and the bear refused to stop until he heard his boy struggling to plead for mercy.

Then Roman simply shouted again as he tore his fist from the wreck of his hole.

“Push!"

Julien still did as he was told. He pushed and pushed and pushed, throwing aside any lasting caution for his own well-being as he bloomed a second rosebud for the bear.

He trembled and shook with increasing violence as his ass blew open, lube splattering from the ravaged folds of his guts, painting himself, the bed, and even the bear in his slimy mess. Roman was only interested in his growing prolapse, however, as he slapped and sagged the bull's meat until the male could take it no longer. When Julien breathlessly relaxed, sucking his stomach and guts back in, he quailed and winced as the bear's fists followed close behind.

There was no escape from him, Roman was relentless and feral as his blunted fists punched back through the bull's hole. It no longer closed, it didn't even dare try. It hung limp and open with his insides already exposed to greet the incoming slab of the bear's paw. Julien didn't know how much longer he could go on, but he had only given his master two rosebuds, with ten left to go…

It almost barely registered in his brain when he heard Roman bark his order again, but instinct drove him to obey. He clenched hard again, and his body emptied itself into the bear's waiting paws. All the bull could focus on was pushing since nothing else made sense anymore. He wanted to just collapse, to slip into a dreamless sleep, to feel his ruined body desperately try to knit itself back together in the aftermath of the bear.

He had just about managed a third, but Julien was losing himself. He felt himself wanting to use his safeword, but he hadn't even come close to Roman's expectations. There was no way he could stop now.

Fists sunk and slammed through his ass again, the size of them no longer even registering in the bull's mind as he felt everything in him go slack. The bear was wearing him down into nothing but a loose, gaping tunnel of flesh, no thought or feeling, just a vessel for the man to use for his own ends.

“Push!"

Julien pushed. A fourth rosebud spilled out of him.

With the pressure bearing down on his stomach, so did his own bladder. Piss began to stream in errant bursts from his cock, shooting first along his chest before dribbling down his navel and along his torso. Much like the lube smeared against his crotch, belly, and thighs, Roman paid no mind to the bull's body collapsing in on itself as his fists groped at his guts before chasing them as they retreated back.

The bull had enough sense to take a hit of poppers, a delirious balm that could only mask the unfathomable churn of his insides with Roman's fists slopping in and out. Everything was an assault on his senses, from the bear's physical presence inside him to the paw pinning him back at the calf. There was the stench of sex, lube, piss, sweat, and more burning in the air. There was the sound of sullied flesh being ripped out of the bull's body.

“Push!"

Julien pushed.

He wasn't even halfway. That was only five. The bull sunk deeper than he thought he could ever go before.

“Push!"

Six. It was still only half, and somehow he had still the rest to go. Julien cried out a dark, unfettered groan as hot cum bled from his cock. It didn't feel good, but his body was no longer his own as all thoughts ceased to be. Roman did not stop, however. He was going to take his dozen roses, with six more to go. Julien gave everything he had left to the bear.

He pushed when he was told.

He pushed when he was told.

He pushed when he was told.

He pushed when he was told.

He pushed when he was told.

He pushed when he was told.

The fists stopped. They didn't return. His hole gasped and hung open with its largest, most unconscionable rosebud yet, but the bear didn't force it back inside. Roman allowed Julien to hold it there, even when he no longer pushed down on his abdomen, as those guts seemed frozen in an ever-lasting bloom of red, soiled flesh.

“That's twelve," Roman breathed, a touch of amazement and pride in his voice, “Good fucking boy, that's all twelve."

With the paw that had been punching its way through the bull's ass, the man now reached for his own cock, desperately stroking its length with little care for relishing the moment. He wanted his own orgasm, even if Julien had ruined his, and with the bull broken and defeated before him, he raised his pulsing cock to that rose of flesh. Julien balked when hot ropes of cum started to coat his sensitive prolapse, the bear christening the dozen roses he'd given him with a mark of satisfaction.

Julien sank back into the bed as Roman smeared his spent cock along his ass.

He didn't even react when he felt that same cock begin to push against his rose.

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The next year had marked a significant change for Julien as he embarked on his new life with the bear. Having made his final commitment and given his master a dozen roses, things had moved with impossible speed.

Roman had proposed that very same night. To the outside world, the two were simply getting married, but Julien had been collared from that moment forward. Forbidden from ever removing the heavy chain around his neck himself, it had been uniquely difficult to keep Roman's mark of ownership hidden under his suit at work. More than that, however, it had been doubly hard to ensure the new cage locked around his cock wasn't visible as he went about his day.

Fortunately, his colleagues and coworkers seemed none the wiser, and Julien had adjusted to his new life a year on from that Valentine's Day. Roman had even insisted that to commemorate the start of their lives as master and slave, their wedding should take place on its anniversary.

That date would be tomorrow, the reality of it all making the bull's heart flutter with as much adoration for his husband as it did devotion to his master. His cock ached painfully in its cage, and his soft, loose hole quivered as he headed to his office.

As he rounded the corner, however, he sensed that something was amiss. His stomach turned as he approached the door, a sea of red seeping through the frosted interior windows.

Julien placed a shaking paw on the handle and turned, fighting to rise above his fear of what was inside.

His office was a wash with an endless landscape of the largest, brightest roses he had ever seen. They seemed to cover almost every surface, every nook and cranny brimming with bunches of flowers. Julien could barely stand, his veins running cold and his body numb as he counted.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four…

Five…

Six…

Seven…

Eight…

Nine…

Ten…

Eleven…

Twelve…

Twelve. There were twelve bouquets. Each with twelve roses themselves.

A dozen dozen roses.

Julien knew who they were from. It was Roman.

The next time they'd be together would be the wedding, and then the next time they'd actually be together would be their wedding night.

He had given a dozen roses last year.

Now Julien would give him a dozen times more.