Boy Owned by Bull
Before I had even caught my breath, Duke was moving closer, his big hands moving under my back and lifting me up from Al’s arms.
“C’mere baby.” He said so quietly I felt a rush of butterflies in my stomach.
Al didn’t move, didn’t hold me, didn’t even acknowledge that I was being lifted from him. My body was nothing to Duke, easily transported into his arms and smooth chest. I could see the two keys hanging from the big chain around his thick neck. His smile was wide as my face neared his, and then his lips were giving me gentle kisses as I felt the world spinning.
He was walking with me cradled in his arms. I could hear the panting of the men in the garage dungeon, the red wall flying past me as Duke moved towards the door.
“Daddy’s got you now my boy.” He said, kissing my forehead.
The outside was bright as he easily held me in one arm and closed the door behind us, leaving the muscular figures of the men who had used me behind. I curled up into him, glad for the relief and to be alone, but the thoughts of Al still lingered in my head.
I looked back at the door, expecting to see Al come after me. Duke smelled good, all manly and sweaty, coated in a sheen of wetness that just made me cuddle up into him tighter as he walked my naked body in his arms back inside. I smiled as I pictured him bringing me into the shower like he did earlier, to clean me up, to take care of me, believing that Al was going to take me home soon, and that he and I would be closer than ever.
But Al wasn’t following. And Duke didn’t head into the shower.
Duke didn’t take me to the bedroom either.
We walked past the kitchen, and down the hallway towards the bathroom and bedroom, but ended up going to the other side of the house to another living area. It was kind of like a rec room, with a couple of Lay-z-boy chairs and a coffee table facing a large tv screen on the wall. There was a couch on the side that Duke walked towards, and then he gently placed me down on it, and stood up to his full height, all 6’6” of him, naked, glistening, and still thick and semi erect from the earlier antics.
Then he moved back to the door and shut it and turned to me with a smile.
“Turn around and show me that ass boy.” He wasn’t gruff, but his command was firm and direct, making me sit up suddenly as if I was being addressed by a teacher. My limbs moved despite the weakness from my recent activities, and I found myself slowly turning, moving onto my hands and knees on the couch, pointing my used ass upwards and towards the giant man as he walked towards me.
His one big mitt moved to my rump, patting my cheek before his other hand grabbed my other one. I watched his naked body move around me, his leg moving to the back of the couch and bending around me, his knee at my foot.
“There it is.” He cooed softly behind me. I felt a hand glide down my sore hole, a finger gingerly caressing my entrance making me flinch reflectively. “Used but not destroyed. Still hungry.” His fingers danced now, circling my hole me and I found my eyes closing as my ass instinctively winked at the movement of his digits.
And then there was wetness, and his tongue lapped at my ass lips. I groaned, feeling the warmth of his spit a cooling sensation to my worn hole. I couldn’t help but press backwards into his face, the feel of his goatee on my skin, tickling my ass cheeks as he licked and slurped at my gaping hole.
“Holy fuck.” I moaned quietly, his hands moving up my back as he hungrily ate me out.
And then he smacked a cheek and I bucked, making him groan loudly. “What a SWEET tasting pussy you have here boy. Full of all my boys loads!”
I moved forward as I felt a finger enter me while he talked, but his other hand grabbed my shoulder and held me against him, his mouth at my ass again kissing me, licking me, tasting me as he rotated his finger inside me. “Easy baby, Daddy’s got you. This cunt is still hungry isn’t it? Daddy’s new little slut.” Another smack on my ass and I glanced over my shoulder at him, suddenly angry at him for spanking me while feeling something else as I allowed the sensation to wash over me.
His brown eyes locked on mine and his smile grew.
“You like this don’t you baby boy?” His hands worked around my ass but I stayed in place, and I saw him nodding. “Yeah I thought so. That’s why I brought you in here, away from the others. They won’t bother us in here. They know better.” He bent forward again, and his tongue pushed into my opening again and made me groan in sheer pleasure, the softness and wetness of his tongue a sudden relief in me.
I closed my eyes again, taking in the soothing pleasure and felt my cock stiffening. I rested my face against the material of the couch as I listened to the sounds of the big ex-con rimming my used hole, before another smack of my ass made me push myself up onto my hands again.
“You’re all mine now.” He put his other knee on the couch around me, covering my entire body with his and turned my face sideways to greet his. His lips found mine and he forced my mouth open with his tongue, feeding me the thickness of him, and the taste of everyone who had been inside me.
I found myself groaning into his mouth.
He pulled away, still holding my chin and moved his hips into me. I could feel his cock sliding in between me, digging back towards my opening as if it knew where to go on its own.
“I’m going to fuck you now baby boy. Just us. You and me.” His hips gyrated slowly, his cock moving towards my gaping entrance. There was no way I was going to stop him. “I’m going to fuck this ass till I know it belongs to me. You ready baby?”
His fingers still held my chin and I couldn’t tell if I nodded or he made me nod, but it didn’t matter because the head of his cock simply found the warmth and slid in me so easily and so slowly I thought I was going to cum from just that insertion.
His eyes held mine, his hand still gripped my jaw. He watched me as he sunk all the way inside me, his huge body a blanket around me, owning me from the outside as he claimed me again from the inside. There was pain as my used hole took yet another dick, but it evaporated quickly enough, as if I was now used to the invasion.
My mind was on Al, and wondered if he was coming. But my body responded to the feel of Duke inside me once again.
I felt my cock leaking as my body shuddered. Duke didn’t fuck me, he just slid all the way in until I could feel his balls at my ass and his hips pressing into me. He was deep, his cock throbbed, and my cock leaked like never before. His mouth moved to my ear and he gave me light kisses as I felt his hot breath on me. I shivered more as my body took him even deeper and I heard him exhale slowly.
“There you go my boy. Daddy’s home.” He then let go of my chin and he raised himself up behind me, his hands moving to my shoulders to hold me in place and he started to buck my backside slowly, giving me just a taste of what I knew he was capable of, as if he was still warming me up.
I lowered my head, and groaned, taking it again. I didn’t know how I was doing it, or how I was not feeling anything but pleasure at this movement, but it felt so good I couldn’t help but acknowledge it.
“Oh my god.” I moaned out quietly, feeling his big fingers squeezing my shoulders. He was now fucking me a bit harder, my smaller body being rocked and jolted forward with his increased thrusting. And just as I was getting into the rhythm of it, his hands left me and he backed himself completely out of me, making me turn over my shoulder suddenly.
I watched his massive body move as he stood up and moved to the one Lay-z-boy recliner. He watched me watch him as he sat down on it, flipping the handle and raising the footstool with it, reclining backwards, his big bare feet now sticking up slightly as his naked body sat there in the leather chair.
“Climb on board baby and show me what you want.” He put his hands behind his head and his biceps bulged out.
What I wanted was Al. Instead, like I was in a trance, I moved off the couch and found myself climbing over his thick legs, straddling his waist, my hands on his pecs as he watched me. I reached back around with one hand and held up his still hard cock and lowered myself on it, feeling that pressure again and the slight twinge of soreness as I impaled myself on Duke’s big dick yet again.
My head fell back as my ass connected with his thighs. My hands grabbed the muscular mounds of his pecs and I rode him hard, bouncing myself on him as he laid there watching me. When my eyes opened and found him staring at me, a hand reached out to grab my neck and he pulled me to his face for a hungry kiss.
I was fucking him it seemed, riding his cock so hard, doing all the work. It made him groan, and he growled, grabbing my ass, and suddenly lowering the handle at the side, forcing the footstool at the bottom of the chair to collapse and I rocked backwards with him as he moved to suddenly stand up.
And then I was lifted upwards, Duke moving to stand up off the chair with me still attached to his cock, his hand underneath my ass now holding me as he fucked me standing up. He stood there, in the middle of the room pounding my little body relentlessly as we made so much noise I figured someone would come to see what we were doing.
But he didn’t stop.
And no one came.
I was moving again and the wall hit my back as Duke continued to fuck me standing up. Slamming me up against the wall caused me to moan louder, and I gripped his back tighter, feeling my fingers raking across probably scratching him as my body began to slip in his grip due to our sweat. His mouth crashed onto mine again and I felt him sucking the very breath from my body as he spun me again.
And then I was on the couch, on my back, Duke’s hands at my ankles holding them out wide, his cock still embedded inside me. Spreading his own feet wider for the proper angle, he looked down at me and splayed me wide to continue to fuck me.
He grinned as he watched me taking it, shaking his head slowly from side to side as I stared back up at him, my chin at my chest from the awkward angle.
“Look at you, taking it. You want more baby?” He asked me, grabbing my cheeks and squeezing so my mouth opened. He leaned over me and dropped a wad of spit into my mouth and then shoved a finger in there as he fucked me deeper and harder and made me groan out.
“Please!” I heard myself begging, but the word NO didn’t come out. And even though my brain was trying to stop, my body wasn’t giving in to this man.
Somehow he managed to fuck me deeper, pushing my legs towards my ears, leaning into me more and finding my mouth with his to kiss me as he did. He practically lifted me off the couch as he continued to pile-drive my ass harder now.
I felt like he was going to split me open and fuck me in two.
And then with a roar, he announced he was going to cum.
“Yeah baby boy this pussy is MINE!” He roared louder and he fucked me so hard I moaned out with him. I FELT his cum explode in me, unleashing my own cum from my cock without touching myself. Every thrust of him deep in me forced out ropes of my own cum as we orgasmed simultaneously. My body was out of control, shuddering under him, convulsing out of control as I spilled another round of cum at his mercy.
His eyes were on me. His lips were curled in a smile. He was panting heavily, and he was still throbbing inside me. And when my body stopped, he lifted me closer to him and gave me a sweet kiss.
“You are definitely a find baby boy. I think I need to keep you locked up here for good.”
Before I could even respond he slipped himself out of me and simply walked to the door, wiping his brow with his hand, leaving me sitting there on the couch sore and used. He opened the door and I watched his big body and round ass disappear before he closed the door behind him.
For the first time I was alone. In a strange room. Wondering if Duke meant what he said. I stared at the door, wondering if it was locked, and wondering if I truly was locked up in here.
My heart pounded as I listened for sounds in the house, waiting to hear Al asking for me.
But all I heard was my own breath panting in the room, far from home, and confused about who my real Daddy truly was. And if I should have come here with Al after all.
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