The continuation of Adam Russell's new life in an alternate world where mythological races are all real. Adam goes on his date with the bull, Bradley, and discovers just a bit more about the mysterious voice.
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Contains: m/m, interspecies, and many other fetishes
Chapter 5
On the ride home I'm suddenly stricken with memories of my friends and family. Specifically memories of my mom and all the sweet moments we've enjoyed together, usually at an amusement park. The thought of never seeing anyone I knew, especially her again, fills me with a hollow, aching pain inside. I've managed to push these feelings to the side for as long as I've been here, but for some reason they completely overwhelm me in this moment. Peggy drops Griff and me off at the club after a quick hug and some congratulations for scoring my first official date. She seems to notice how quiet I've become, but just gives me a kind smile before she drives off with Tom towards their apartments. Griff puts his arm around me as he walks us down the alley towards his staircase. I can feel by the way he's holding onto me that he's keen for another round after what happened earlier this morning.
"Uh Griff...sorry, but not tonight okay. My...stomach hurts after all the amusement park food." He looks at me with slight concern, but nods his head.
"Sure bud. Get some rest and let me know if I can get ya something to help," he says in an uncharacteristically sympathetic tone. I muster up a fake smile and nod before giving him a quick hug and walking towards my staircase. As soon as I'm inside I feel tears starting to roll down my cheeks. I wipe them away, trying to push the thoughts out of my head, but they just keep coming and the tears keep flowing. I slouch down to the floor, hugging my knees close to my chest as I try to come to terms, once again, that they're all gone.
My mom and I had a rather complicated relationship. She's always been my rock and me hers, but with her being in prison for over thirteen years, being separated from one another became a barely tolerable hardship. Now that I'll never see her again, even for a weekly visit, that hardship is anything but tolerable. I stop trying to hold the emotions back and let myself feel it, sobbing for some time before the feeling of two large, strong arms surround me. At first I'm startled and look around for the person who's somehow silently entered my home, but there's no one here but me. Then I realize this must be my invisible...what do I call it? Friend? Protector? Shadow? I wish I knew, but the way he holds me, firm but gentle, only strengthens my idea that he doesn't mean me any harm.
"You're okay little one," he whispers into my ear with his deep, masculine voice. I still have no idea who this person is. How he's able to speak to me, or touch me without being here. All I know is his presence always makes me feel safe and...satisfied. I fall asleep with the sensation of his arms still wrapped around me and awake the following morning, sore from the fetal position I've been in all night. Despite my aching muscles, I feel much better after letting all the pent up emotions out last night. Slightly ashamed of my sudden breakdown I take a hot shower and get myself ready for the day, wondering how I should dress for the date. Formal in case we go to a nice restaurant? Casual if he has more fun-filled date in mind? I take a quick shower and eventually settle on a pair of black jeans with a beige button up shirt, the sleeves rolled up to my elbows, along with a black jockstrap that Griff gave to me as a gift a few days ago. I look at myself in the mirror and nod in approval before looking around for my phone when I find it lying next to the front door where I slept. I see a missed call from Bradley from the night before.
"Shit." I notice it's still rather early and send a quick text apologizing for not answering last night. In the meantime I start cooking some bacon and eggs in two pans on the stove. The apartment fills with the savory scents and I put on another pan to cook some spinach. Just when I finish preparing a plate along with some orange slices my phone starts to ring. I look down, shocked to see Bradley calling me back already given that it's only seven in the morning right now. I put the phone to my ear and answer. "Well you're up early."
"Habit of mine. Glad you texted me. Thought you were ghosting me last night." He sounds playful in his tone which brings a smile to my face and I start pacing around the living room as we talk.
"Not at all, just had kind of a rough night is all." I try to make it sound as nonchalant as possible, but my voice cracks ever so slightly on the last word.
"You wanna talk about it?" he asks delicately.
"I'll tell you tonight over dinner. It'll be a good chance to get to know each other anyways." I consider making up a story for later, not sure if I'm ready to open up about this with Bradley when I haven't even told Peggy, Tom, or Griff, but decide I'll need to talk about it with someone. Why not the guy who wants to start dating me?
"Alright. Speaking of, send me your address. I've gotta go take care of some errands today, but I'll pick you up at six. Sound good?" I can hear the excitement in his voice which is oddly infectious. I haven't gone on a real date in years.
"Perfect. I'll send it to you when I finish my breakfast."
"Gotcha. See you later cutie." And with that the call ends. I find myself blushing and shake off the slight fluttering in my stomach as I dig into breakfast. Once my plate of food is finished I bring it over to the sink and wash it quickly before propping it on the drying rack. After pulling out my phone I send Bradley my address, unable to stop myself from pacing as both anxiety and excitement course through me. After a few minutes of walking aimlessly I decide I'll need to head out and do something with my day rather than let my nerves get to me in my apartment. I head out after locking the front door and start walking down the street. A part of me was tempted to pay Griff a visit after denying him last night, but I want to go into tonight's date without having been 'marked' by anybody else. Bradley didn't seem to mind that I was...promiscuous...but I still want to be just for him today.
I stroll down the busy downtown street, watching people of all races either driving to their destinations or walking past me. I still get a few stares and hushed whispers here and there either because of being human or my 'visitor' status, but a bit more subdued than the first week of living here. I see a lizard beastwoman walk by with a German Shepard on a leash and realize it's the first time I've seen a pet. The idea of feral and anthropomorphic versions of the same types of animals being around sends my mind in a tailspin as I wonder how beastmen in particular feel about their non-anthro counterparts. I consider asking the woman about it, but as I approach she gives me a rather scornful glare and I decide against it.
I continue walking around, taking in the tall skyscrapers around me. According to the map I studied carefully before moving here, this city should be the equivalent of Atlanta, Georgia, but I notice far more differences than similarities. I suppose being constructed by the various races with different needs and desires than a human account for most of those alterations. When I start to work up a sweat from the late summer heat and walking for nearly three hours I head over to a nearby park. It reminds me of the one I landed in when I first arrived and I pick a shaded spot under a group of oak trees.
I notice several families near the central fountain, some teenagers playing catch with a football, two big orc men play fighting like children, and a tall elf that looks rather familiar. I sit up straight and see it's Tarron walking directly for me. I curse under my breath at the luck of seeing him of all people here. Over the course of our first week working together things never improved in terms of our relationship. As he passed by me there would always be some snide comment about my abilities or asking when I was finally going to quit. In turn I gave him my own set of rude remarks that truthfully just fueled the fire, but I couldn't help making my own digs at the arrogant prick. Seeing him now, fully dressed in a thin purple tanktop and short shorts, brings all those moments back to the surface. I stand up, noticing the much more serious and determined expression on his face, knowing whatever this is it can't be good.
"Just do me a favor and keep your mouth shut for a second," he says more aggressively than I've ever heard him be. I clench my fists at my side, but allow him to continue for the time being. "I don't know what your deal is human, but you need to leave." I look at him with genuine confusion as to what he might exactly mean by this. Leave my job? The park? The city? Based on how he used the word human I can gather that he holds quite a bit of contempt for us. "You just pop out of thin air one day and that's that? What's really going on?" At this point I can't help but laugh a bit. "Something funny?"
"Well kind of yeah. Me being here is just as big a mystery to me as it is to any of you." I'm hoping he notices my authenticity through the laughter, but the same look of scorn never leaves his face.
"Bullshit." He clenches his fists as well and takes a step closer so that our noses are nearly touching.
"I don't know what to tell you dude. I don't know what happened. I lost every person I've ever known by being here and chances are I'll never know how or why." He stares at me, his eyes filled with a rage that makes me wonder what I could possibly have done to earn. My snide remarks at the club could no way have built up this kind of anger.
"I've been here for months. The god damn CIA interrogated me for weeks. Now I've been living here in this city for a week." I want to stay and persuade him that I'm not some kind of radical threat to him or others, but I can see the look in his eyes. I've seen it many times under very different circumstances. His mind is set, probably because of something that's happened to him in his past. My words won't ever change that. "My actions shouldn't give you any reason to think something's up...but I get the feeling I'm never going to convince you so I'm just gonna go. I'll see you at work Tarron." I turn and start walking off through the grass towards the main street, knowing our next shift is going to be a lot less subtle in terms of our opposition.
"Going back home to call mommy in Estaria about this little talk?" As much as I want to let the dig slide off it hits me like a dagger. I'm instantaneously filled with fury so intense that my hands start to shake. I turn to look back at him.
"I'd stop talking now if I were you." Not today. Not right after spending a whole night having an emotional breakdown because I'll never get to call 'mommy' again.
"Or what?" He smirks and lifts both arms up, welcoming me to try something. I walk right up to him, my fists shaking, and prepare to take a swing when I realize exactly what he's doing. We're in public with many watchful eyes. If I were to knock him out the way I want to, it would be all too easy to justify my arrest and possibly lose my job in the process. I unclench my fist and take a step back.
"Have a great day Tarron." Before I can even start walking away he suddenly throws a punch at blinding speed, striking me right in the left eye. My instant desire is to retaliate, but know it would be too easy to spin the story if nobody actually witnessed what just happened. Clutching my face, I back away and force myself to walk out of the park. As he throws taunts about my family, my appearance, my lack of a backbone and so on I keep walking, determined not to fall into this trap. When I reach the street I keep walking until I'm standing in front of The Wild House. I consider going to see Griff, but trying to get Tarron fired wouldn't necessarily help the situation either. Despite the ache I feel from his swift punch I'm more determined than ever to prove he's wrong about me.
I enter my apartment and head to the bathroom to examine the damage, not surprised to see a fairly swollen eye already starting to go from a shade of red to a light shade of purple. I rush to the kitchen, fill a ziploc bag with ice and press it to my eye, wincing slightly from the discomfort. I start to wonder how this will affect my date and the following week of work. My anger and contempt for Tarron returns tenfold so I know I'll need to distract myself for a while before the feeling dissipates.
For the next several hours I lie down on my couch, sketching both the new people I've met here and my friends and family I'll never see again. Rather than it bringing back the crushing weight I felt last night it actually comforts me to see their faces brought to life once more. As I'm sitting on my living room floor with a dopey smile, staring at the sketches of my mom and friend Reggie, there's a knock at the front door. I pull out my phone and see it's a few minutes after six and quickly stand up, my heart racing. After tossing the ice bag into the sink I rush to the door and open it slowly, trying to keep the left side of my face hidden for the time being.
On the other side of the frame I see the tall, masculine bull, wearing a white button up shirt that looks like it's going to rip open at the slightest provocation from the sculpted muscles covered in short, light brown fur underneath. Aside from that he wears a pair of grey slacks that are fitted well and also appear to be on the verge of tearing from his massive thighs. His curved horns and top of his head stand above the doorway while he looks down with a handsome smile. I can't help it as a goofy smile of my own spreads across my face and I crane my neck to look up at the tall man in front of me.
"You look cute all dressed up," he says in a low voice. I look down at my own appearance and start to feel a bit unsure of it.
"Are you sure that the jeans are alright? Where are we going anyways?" He chuckles and pulls me in close to him with a large arm around my shoulders so my face is practically shoved into his pecs.
"You look perfect. And we're heading to the best restaurant in the city. Might be a little biased since it's my restaurant, but trust me you'll love it." I can hear the pride in his voice as he tells me.
"You own a restaurant? That's really cool!" I repeat the phrase, 'that's really cool' in my head on an endless loop, wanting to die of embarrassment which he seems to notice as my ears turn red. He just chuckles and puts a finger under my chin so I look up at him when his expression changes to surprise.
"What happened to you?" He surprises me with how gently he lays one of his giant hands on my face, careful to avoid the swollen, black eye. I think about making something up, but decide that wouldn't exactly be the best way to kick off a potential relationship with Bradley.
"I ran into a co-worker at the park earlier and...well he clearly dislikes me more than I thought." I almost feel guilty enjoying the look of rage grow on his face.
"Someone I need to sort out then?" Even with the few people I've dated back on my world, I've never had someone who felt the need to protect me and it oddly makes me feel good to know before our first date is even started he's ready to jump at the chance. Then my mind starts wandering towards the what-ifs as it usually does. What if he's overly aggressive and just eager for a fight? What if he's too possessive of me already and what does that mean later down the line? What if he just views me as some weakling that can't defend himself? I shake my head to clear the thoughts and stop being so anxious.
"No it's fine. I can handle him...but thank you." He looks unsure about my answer, but thankfully nods his head and gives me a subtle smile.
"Well let's get going then. Can't be late for a reservation at my own place." He laughs at his own joke, making me playfully roll my eyes and grin. Bradley steps back and starts to head down the steps. When I take a step to follow I can feel a strong grip on my forearm holding me back. I turn to see nothing there and immediately recognize the touch as my invisible protector. Huh...I guess I landed on protector then.
"Don't go," I hear the deep voice whisper to me. I look at the space he must be occupying with confusion. I turn back to see the bull waiting for me at the top of the stairs, seemingly unsure of what I am doing and unable to hear the voice. I look back to the empty space behind me and silently tell him 'I'm sorry' in my head as I shake free of his grasp and close the front door to my apartment. Immediately, I'm hit with a wave of guilt that I can't fully comprehend. I don't even know who this person I can't see is, but I feel a strange compulsion to trust and listen to him. Going against his will in this moment feels like a betrayal, but that just doesn't make any sense to me. How can I betray somebody I don't know? Somebody I've never really met.
I follow Bradley down to his oversized truck, perfect for a large bull beastman like himself and get comfortable in the passenger seat. His truck is filled with his scent. Earthy with a noticeable manly musk layered over the fabric of the seats. On the ride through downtown we make small talk, him asking me about my day and me about his. He keeps throwing me the same lustful looks he did at the amusement park, but he also seems so much more subdued and gentle. A gentle giant who would just as soon kiss my forehead as he would fuck my brains out. Perfect really, but there's something in the back of my head trying to tell me something. I just don't know what.
We eventually reach a parking lot amongst the skyscrapers of downtown and we exit the truck. He wraps an arm around my shoulder and walks me towards what must be his restaurant. It has a sleek modern design, with dark colored wooden panels and tall windows. A large sign over the front doors says it's called The Sea Roll. I look up at him and he's beaming with pride. The look in his eyes says he's worked hard to make this happen and feels proud of what he's accomplished. It's endearing to say the least, but also oddly frustrating. I have no idea what that feels like and I can't help but be a little jealous of his accomplishments. But hey...maybe someday.
He opens the tall front doors and nods to the hostess. She's a human like me and directs us to a table towards the back, near the kitchen doors. After looking around at other tables it becomes obvious that it's a sushi and seafood restaurant. The smells of spicy rolls, tempura shrimp, and short ribs make me start to salivate. By the time we're sat down and looking at our menus, I'm practically drooling. Once a couple of waters have been delivered to our table I look up from the menu and see the handsome bull looking right at me with a mischievous grin on his face.
"So are you gonna tell me what the battle scar is all about?" His deep voice sends shivers down my spine and I clear my throat nervously before nodding my head.
"Might as well give you the whole story so it makes a bit more sense." I explain my workplace rivalry with Tarron that escalated to more than just words at the park while he listens patiently with his chin resting on his hands. "I gotta back track really quick though. Back on my world my mom is...in prison. She was convicted of murdering my dad and given a life sentence, but there was never any physical evidence. It was all just hearsay." His look of concern from earlier returns, but without the slight aggression he had with the black eye. Now his eyes are just filled with sadness.
"Adam...that's awful." He reaches out one of his large hands and takes mine, squeezing it gently. I shake my head dismissively.
"It all happened when I was ten, so I've had a long time to accept it. But...she's been my best friend for my whole life. Last night I missed your call because...because it hit me that being here means I'll never see her again. Then that asshole Tarron had the nerve to mention her when he was saying I have some kind of ulterior motive for being here. I almost lost it, but kept my cool when he suddenly punched me." I can feel his hand grip me a little harder, but not painfully.
"You've got an iron will for not giving that prick what he deserves. I'm sorry if I pushed you into talking about something you didn't want to though," he says sincerely, clearly feeling remorseful for asking me about it.
"No need to be sorry. Like I said...I've had a long time to adjust and I wouldn't talk about it if I didn't want to." A soft smile appears on his face and before he can reply the waiter approaches to take our order. I find out he's vegetarian when he orders edamame, veggie gyoza, and vegetable rolls. This further paints the picture of a gentle giant and also brings back my earlier questions about animals in this world. I order some spicy crab rolls, pork gyoza, and hand the waiter both of our menus before thanking him. "Bradley...earlier today I saw a woman walking her dog." He looks at me as if I'm leading up to something.
"...and?" he asks with a slight chuckle.
"Well...how does that work exactly with...sorry, I'm trying not to be rude about anything. It's just. I thought that it was a little strange that there are animals...uh...similar to certain beastmen." I brace myself for any disdain or anger from him, but happy to see he's just amused by the question.
"I guess coming from a world of all humans it would be weird to see animals that look similar to other people. Honestly I don't have an answer as to why, but it's just how it's always been. There are dogs and there are dog beastmen. Sharks and shark beastmen. Bulls and incredibly attractive bull beastmen." He smirks and flexes both of his arms, nearly tearing his sleeves open as his muscles swell. Just that sight alone makes my hole twitch and cock start to grow hard.
"You gotta stop doing that, or I'm not gonna make it through dinner." He grins and resigns himself to rubbing his feet against mine under the table. For the next hour we eat our food and I'm amazed at how delicious everything is. Savory sauces, tender meat, and great company with my big bull makes for one of the best dinners I've ever had. And yet, there's still that nagging feeling at the back of my head telling me something is off. Not with Bradley, but something about me being here with him. Despite that, I still enjoy my time with him and when we're both heading towards his truck for the next part of our night I cling to his arm, happy to shut out that persistent feeling of unease.
"So where to now?" I ask cheerfully once we're seated in the truck. He puts a hand on my thigh, rubbing up and down slowly.
"It's a surprise." He says it with a certain tenderness, but I can hear the slight growl to his voice as well. He starts driving towards the edge of the city and I can't help but worry a bit. The what ifs start playing out in my head and I turn towards him only to see an almost childlike eagerness.
"Not driving me out of town to dig my own grave are you?" I ask with a tone of sarcasm. However, underneath the sarcasm is some genuine concern. I've had this strange feeling all night and it's not an unheard of thing. On top of that I'm the visitor and who knows how many other Tarron's are out there. Maybe he also doesn't believe that I just appeared out of nowhere. He just laughs and gives my thigh a reassuring squeeze.
"Well I wanted it to be a surprise, but I don't want to freak you out. There's this ridge just outside the city. You can see the whole skyline." I calm down slightly from this and nod, but remind myself to text Griff the location once we get there just to be extra safe. After another fifteen minutes we pull up to a gravel road, leading through the forest. I can barely see anything except the ten feet of road the headlights illuminate until we come to an outlook just like he said. He backs the truck up so the bed is facing the city and puts it in park. I quickly send the GPS location to Griff with a text saying to come looking if I'm not back by morning. Maybe a bit too paranoid for my own good, but can't help it. Certain childhood traumas don't exactly make it any easier. He opens my door for me and I step out onto the gravel where he once again wraps his thick arm around me and walks me towards the bed of the truck. It's only now that I notice it's covered with a canvas tarp and instinctively tense up. Please don't let this be what I think it is. He pulls back the tarp and I practically collapse with relief.
"Ta da," he says quietly. Inside the bed of his truck is a sprawl of thick blankets and soft pillows. While I'm beaming from ear to ear over the little love nest he's made for us the bull turns me to face him and leans down to kiss me, slowly and delicately. After he pulls away he places both hands on my ass and squeezes it through the fabric of my jeans before lifting me up with ease and placing me down on the blankets. He crawls up next to me, the whole truck rocking from his massive size, and he lies down on his side next to me. I snuggle up into the space next to him, taking a moment to smell his masculine scent, listen to the sounds of birds and insects in the forest nearby, and see how the lights from the city dance off everything around us.
"Didn't expect you to have such a romantic side." He holds my chin and looks deep into my eyes, a mixture of lust and longing behind them.
"For someone like you I am." My heart melts at his words, but that damn persistent unease just won't let me enjoy the moment fully. Maybe it's just nerves, but whatever it is, it won't allow me to relax during what must be the best date I've ever been on. I push the uncertain sensation to the back of my head and kiss his lips softly. A low rumble emanates from his chest. "I can smell that you didn't have any fun before our date today. Why's that?" He teases me by poking me in the chest.
"I just wanted to be yours today. My job will keep me busy enough. I know what you said before, but it doesn't bother you...does it?" He smiles sweetly and rubs my shoulder.
"Not at all, but that does mean I'm gonna have to fuck you better than any of your customers. Hope you're ready for that." He furrows his brow with a playful grin and I can't help but look forward to a demonstration.
"Just so you know I've taken a few centaurs so you'll have to try pretty hard." He reaches around and grabs ahold of one of my ass cheeks, pulling me closer so his bulge pressed into my thighs.
"Those pony boys got nothing on a bull." With that he kisses me roughly, his breathing quickly becoming ragged as his tongue pushes its way into my mouth and nearly into my throat. I'm somewhat surprised by his sudden control over me and try to back away only to feel his giant hands hold onto the back of my neck and lower back, pulling me in close and holding on tight. I find my legs trembling as he has me submit, one of his hands sliding under my jeans and along my ass. Everything about him screams utter machismo and dominance, but the way he touches me and slides his tongue around in my mouth has a hint of sensitivity as well. I run my hands up his firm abs and chest, delicately unbuttoning his shirt as I go. He grunts into my mouth with approval and grips the fabric of my jeans tightly.
Before I have his shirt off he suddenly tears my jeans in half, easily and quickly exposing my lower body and jock. I gasp in surprise and wonder how I'm going to get back into my apartment when I remember that a quick walk up the steps of my building with just a jockstrap wouldn't be frowned upon. He growls into our kiss and pulls away as he yanks his shirt off and I do the same to avoid having another item of clothing shredded. I go to take off my chucks when he grabs my wrists and pins me down to the bed of the truck, looming over me with a hungry grin.
"Leave those on baby," he rumbles down at me. Hearing him call me 'baby' has me nearly moan out loud for him. He's so big and strong. His entire body covers mine and then some and my gaze drops down to the large bulge that's steadily growing in his slacks.
"Only if you take those off." I smirk, but gasp as one of his giant hands grips my throat. Firm enough for me to recognize his strength, but not enough to hurt me. He leans in close and whispers into my ear.
"It's cute that you think you have any control right now baby boy. You've got to earn this dick." He lets go of me and leans back into the edge of the truck bed against a pile of pillows. He lifts up his arms, revealing his furry pits, damp with a full day of sweat. He flexes his pecs and biceps when I groan softly at the sight and smirks. "Why don't you get your face in daddy's pits and we'll see if you earn some more."
I nod eagerly like a child and crawl over to him, moaning like a true whore when a cloud of thick, tangible musk wafts up into my nostrils and down into my lungs. He chuckles from my reaction and it could be my imagination, but it almost seems like he expels more of that masculine scent in response. I reach my tongue out and bury my whole face into his exposed pit, mesmerized by the warm, damp fur. Up this close it feels like I'm quickly becoming drunk off the constant and intense flow of his pungent scent. My tongue goes wild, scouring every inch it can reach as my taste buds are branded by the bull's salty, testosterone fueled sweat. His other hand clamps onto the back of my head and holds me firmly in place, so I have no choice but to take more deep breaths of the musk that's reducing my mind to mush. His chest rumbles in delight and once I've spent ten minutes cleaning the first, he moves me over to the other so I can repeat the process. My own cock is straining painfully against the fabric of my jock, but everything is about worshipping the true stud in front of me. Anything else can wait.
"Nmm...you're doing great baby. You know a real man when you see one, don't you? Just can't help yourself from worshiping an alpha male." I moan and gasp into his musky pit before nodding.
"Mmhmm." He chuckles in his deep baritone voice before smacking my bare ass with the hand he'd been holding me against him with.
"Good boy." My heart soars as he says these words and I know I want to hear him say them again. I dutifully lick and suck on his pit for another few minutes before he pries me away, drawing out a soft whimper from me. "Alright, I think you earned it baby. Heh...beastmen are gonna smell me on you for days. Lucky for you that'll probably just make them want to cover my scent with theirs," he says with a wicked grin. I shudder as he explains this to me, feeling like it's more than just dirty talk given the encounters with beastmen I've had. He spreads his huge legs nice and wide for me, unzipping his slacks and letting a thick, pulsing bulge flop out. His underwear is stained with more of his sweat and precum, gluing my eyes onto my prize. I push my face up against his bulge, groaning when I feel the heat of his cock radiating through the fabric. "Heh...eager are we?"
He finally stops teasing me and sticks his thumbs under the waistband of his boxer briefs. With a torturously slow speed he reveals his fourteen inch, equine style shaft. The moment it pops free it flops against my face, smothering me in his scent. I thought his pits were overwhelming, but had no way of knowing the musk radiating off his veiny dick and balls would instantly reduce me into a quivering slut that needed his daddy bull's thick seed. I lean my head up to start slurping him into my throat, but he grips the back of my head and shoves me into his massive breeding sack, each one of his balls the size of a lemon.
"Not so fast baby...give daddy's balls some love. Get my swimmers excited to breed your little pussy." I moan in response and do exactly as he says, licking and sucking gently on his balls, savoring the taste and groan softly when they pulse and churn with what could be gallons of bull sperm. He chuckles and uses both huge hands to grind my face against his balls and massive cock which is now leaking a heavy stream of precum. "Good luck getting my scent off you now, boy. You'll need to bury your face in another daddy's balls if you want to get rid of it."
To have him take such control and tell me how it's going to be is beyond arousing. He takes his throbbing cock and smacks my cheek a few times before nudging the flared tip against my lips. Without him having to ask I open my mouth wide and with a little effort, his cock slips inside. I moan pleasantly onto his thick meat, but gasp when he grips my hair and keeps pushing forward. Five inches. Six inches. It presses into the back of my throat, the ring slipping past my lips. Nine inches. Ten inches. It's stretching my throat, visibly making it bulge. Thirteen inches. Fourteen inches. His thick bush of pubes presses right into my nose, letting me huff on his manly musk as his throbbing cock pours precum directly into my stomach.
"Gooood boy! Down to the balls on your first try! Mmph! Daddy's gonna give you a nice reward baby boy!" He then starts to steadily thrust in and out of my throat, making sure to leave just as much gooey precum on my tongue as he does in my throat and stomach.
"Glllmm! Nmmph!" It takes a moment for me to realize I haven't gagged even once. Either I've become very practiced over the first week being here or his musk relaxed me even more than I thought it could. His thrusts begin to speed up and I notice his massive balls pulsing and tightening up against my chin. Then he suddenly yanks his entire length from my throat, leaving me gasping and drooling in his lap while he catches his breath as well.
"Fuck! Almost got daddy to cum right there...hah...but we both know my first load is going one place and one place only," he says with the tone of a threat. I whimper as I look up at him, my brain too foggy from his taste and scent to even speak straight. He smirks and shoves two thick fingers up my boy hole.
"Gyahhhh! D-Daddy!" He grins even more maliciously, starting to finger my hole fast and rough right out of the gate. Despite myself I spread my legs wider and let him in deeper, unable to deny the jolts of electric pleasure I feel every time his fingers stretch and fill me.
"Mmm...feels like you prepared for me, did you boy? Your cunt is already nice and lubed up, but so fucking tight." This momentarily breaks me out of my stupor. I actually didn't prepare myself beforehand even though I should have. So why am I soaking wet back there as his huge fingers plunge inside? And he's right. I feel as tight as I did the day I met Griff, but every time he penetrates me my insides open up and let him in with ease. Before I can stew on these thoughts for long he pulls his fingers out completely, leaving my boy pussy gaping and twitching desperately.
"Ahh...no...please daddy..." He chuckles again and sits me up in his lap, each of one of his huge hands gripping the entire circumference of one of my thighs to spread my legs wide. I gasp and feel a shiver run up my spine as the almost searing hot head of his cock presses against my hole.
"You'll like this better baby," he whispers seductively into my ear before his long tongue starts to caress the side of my face. Without any warning he pulls my body down by my thighs onto his throbbing cock.
"AHHHHHNN!" I wouldn't be surprised if the entire east section of Aethinus just heard me, but none of them matter right now. What matters is the girthy bull cock, grinding deep into my insides, just like with my throat, going one torturously slow inch after the next. Something is different though. My hole has never been this sensitive before and my insides have never taken so much so easily either. There's almost always at least a tiny sliver of pain before it becomes one endless sea of pleasure, but not this time, and the deeper he pierces into me the more intense the waves of pleasure become. I hold tightly to his shoulders as he lowers me right down to the base, while I let out another wanton moan as his heavy sack pulses right against my ass. "UNGHHHH! W-What are you doing to me?!" He seems to look at me with a slight bit of confusion for a brief moment before returning to an animalistic, threatening grin. He smacks one of my ass cheeks, which gets me to tighten around his length against my will.
"Grrhh! I'm putting a calf in your belly, boy! Get ready, it won't take much! This is the best pussy I've ever bred!" He then smashes his lips against mine, shoving his entire tongue into my mouth and partially my throat once again. I groan and greedily suck on his wriggling tongue, gulping down his saliva, when he lifts me up, nearly taking me all the way off his pulsing man meat, before he slams me back down. I start cumming on the spot, trying to pull my legs free from his grasp as I empty my balls into the pouch of my jockstrap. He grunts and moans into my mouth like an animal in full rut, and after another ten or so powerful thrusts, he buries himself deep in my guts. I gasp loudly, when it feels as if the head presses into something I haven't felt before very deep inside of me.
Again, before I have a chance to think about it, he starts unleashing a flood of thick bull cum. It gushes out in heavy spurts, so hot I can actually see the faintest trail of steam rising from where his balls throb against me. My belly swells in a matter of minutes and he just keeps going. I can feel his sperm swimming through my guts and the thick cum physically stretches insides. When it feels like it's going to boil up into my stomach the flow finally ceases and I'm left shivering, my eyes rolled back, tongue lulled out of my mouth, and toes curled tightly. He gently picks me up, his cock still plugging all his semen inside of me, and carries me to the edge of the truck.
"Deep breath baby boy," he says in a much more tender and compassionate tone. I do as he says and he pulls his dick out of me in one swift motion. I gasp loudly and cling to his chest when a river of thick, steaming hot cum rushes out of me. He keeps me in this position for a few minutes, rubbing my back and shushing me gently. Once my belly has returned to a respectable size he reaches over behind some pillows and shoves a plug up into my hole, keeping at least half a gallon of bull sperm in my guts. "That was amazing Adam. Not every day you find a human that can handle the size of a beastman. Especially one I can call my boyfriend."
Even in the euphoric haze I'm in the word 'boyfriend' hits me like a ton of bricks. I've never been opposed to monogamy or been bad about commitment, but hearing him call me his boyfriend...it doesn't feel right. I feel horrible for thinking that after the thoughtful, sweet, and unbelievably hot date he just took me on, but it's unbearably clear to me in this moment. I turn to him with a somber expression and sit back down next to him.
"Bradley...I..." I can see the look in his eyes flicker as he realizes what I'm about to say. To his credit he doesn't get upset or angry at all. Or at least doesn't show it.
"You don't have to say anything," he says in a low, but subtly disappointed voice.
"No let me explain. I don't know why, but...I don't think what I want is a boyfriend right now, and I know that sounds cliché and like bullshit, but seriously. You're one of the hottest men I've met. You're certainly the kindest. And I'd understand if you didn't want to see me again, but I thought maybe..." He chuckles and surprises me with another kiss. This one slow and delicate with him savoring my taste for a change. He pulls away and rests his forehead against mine.
"How's this sound? We're not exclusive to each other. No commitments, no expectations, no labels. But we still get to take each other out on dates and fuck whenever we want. Think of me more as your good friend who happens to breed you senseless." He lets out a hearty laugh that I return. I can't believe how understanding he's being about this, and the deal sounds pretty good to me. Even though it's nearly the same thing as dating, I can tell that later down the line I'm waiting for something else. I don't know what it is, but my instincts tell me to not be tied down by anything until I do, and this arrangement immediately quiets those strange and uneasy thoughts that have been pestering me all night. "But I want to be more than a fuck buddy. I'm serious, I want to be your friend Adam. If you need to talk or just want to hang out, then I'm your guy."
I nearly want to cry from how great this kind, dominant bull in front of me is. Even still, the thought of being his boyfriend isn't right, and as much as I'll be mentally kicking myself trying to figure out why, I'm overjoyed to have another friend. One who knows more about me than anybody else. I kiss him and throw my arms around him as best as I can in a tight hug.
"Thank you Bradley." I sigh a breath of relief, but he slides his hands down my back towards the plug, and starts to tug at it.
"Did you think we were done boy? And when it's just the two of us, you call me daddy." I shudder and turn to look at him slowly. He yanks the plug out and his cum starts to ooze down my thighs.
"Y-Yes daddy..."
"Good boy."
To Be Continued