Horror House

Why had they slammed the door on him? Tank wonders, but knowing Hayden will be that much 

further away with every second he wastes, he begins his search. He jogs down the road with heavy, thunderous steps that trample the dirt beneath him.

“Hayden!” Tank bellows into the night. 

The darkness clouds his view, not letting him see more than a dozen feet in front of him, and the still air says nothing, leaving Tank to fruitlessly continue his run. It feels surreal, like he’s the only person in the world. Seeing nothing but the dirt road and hearing nothing save his own panting and footsteps, Tank trudges down the dirt road calling out for Hayden until he can no longer. As he tires, he leans against a structure on the side of the road to catch his breath, and catches a flash of red as his head rolls against the metal. Tank’s head snaps forward, confused. He doesn’t remember passing this on the way here. With careless, loud steps, Tank lumbers into the foreign building. The large double doors swing open without a sound. Tank steps into the pitch black room as soft noises that sound an awful lot like footsteps over hay echo through the building.

“Hayden?” Tank’s deep voice bounces through the space as he fumbles with a chain dangling in front of his face. “That you, bro?”

With a harsh pull, the lights flicker on.

“WHAT THE FUCK!!??” Tank shouts from the depths of his lungs.

From the corner of what now Tank sees is a barn, a horrible amalgamation charges him. Towering a good couple feet over Tank’s massive stature, the animal, no, abomination, is a grotesque combination of man and cow. The monster’s tremendous strength rips the dirt beneath it to pieces with every push of its legs, sending dirt flying behind as it barrels straight at him. Having no time to think, Tank grabs onto the shoulders of the freakishly fast monster, futilely trying to stop it as all of Tank’s great weight catapults back like a ragdoll, slamming hard against the barn’s metal walls. Tank briefly cries out pained gasps as the trauma rings through his body before falling unconscious without another sound.

Tank has no idea how long he’d been out, but his eyes begin to flutter open with blurred vision. He groans to the taste of metal in his mouth.

“Mmmm.” Tank mutters, but the lack of voice surprises him.

“MMM!” Tank shouts as his tongue touches metal. He shifts his mouth and jaw to feel out that the bar spanning his face is fastened to his head with a strap. As his consciousness returns completely, he realizes that it’s not just his mouth that has been bound.

Tank’s arms and legs swing under his struggling weight as a lifting rig raises his limp, muscular frame up just enough that he cannot touch the warm dirt beneath him. The harness straps constrict too tightly around his hulking muscles, barely able to hold him as his brawn spills out of their bonds. Its black material runs over his traps to his lats, and down to encircle his giant thighs, leaving him held in the air with blood flow slightly cut off from his arms and legs due to his immense weight pushing down on the straps. The hold accentuates his surging muscles, every vein in them popping more than they usually did. He reaches to undo the harness, but finds that his hands are trapped in leather gloves that force him into closed fists.

Tank looks up and, though he’d never admit this, screams bloody murder.

The gargantuan, grotesque cowman stands before him. As Tank cranes his neck up to see the thing’s face, every part of the monster’s form his eyes trace over sends the flailing muscle man further into a frenzied struggle. The bonds refuse to give. The creature looks like human pieces had been stitched between a cow’s, bovine features abruptly cutting into a man’s and vice versa, swollen limbs decorated with cow skin settling into human hands and feet as the monstrosity stands bipedal before the bound bodybuilder.

It wordlessly circles behind the broad shouldered man.

“MMMMMM!” Tank shouts into his metal gag as he swings in his bondage, fearful of what is to come.

Two large, fleshy hands abruptly fasten themselves to Tank’s donkey dick, stopping it from swinging with Tank’s struggle.

“MMMMMMMMM!!!” Tank yells. The harness digs into his instinctively flexed muscles as they demand their freedom, both from the bonds and the monster’s grip.

With a sickly slurping noise, the monster twists and turns its hands along Tank’s sweat-slicked cock. As blood pumps into his manhood, Tank’s terror tinges with horny colors.

From pulling softly to ferocious twisting, the monster yanks away at Tank’s girthy, dangling meat with expert motion, as if it had been doing this for decades. The muscle man squirms from the intense and unwanted handjob, but something in the back of his mind, through all of the fear, is loving it, as his body instinctively humps into the cow monster’s hands. Only pausing to spit into its hands, the grotesque thing pumps away, wringing its inhumanly large hands up and down the entirety of Tank’s thick sausage. As his orgasm slowly builds, Tank finds himself reluctantly moaning.

What the fuck is happening? Tank thinks, completely disoriented from the experience but certain of one thing: he was going to cum at the hands of this beast.

As if reading Tank’s mind, the cow monster speeds up, pummeling Tank’s girthy cock with extra dedicated intent, forcing white cream to pour like a stream from the bound muscle god. Tank drools along with his meat as saliva coils and drops from the sides of his metal gag. His spunk spatters loudly into a container under his pelvis, which Tank only notices as his euphoric orgasm surrenders to clarity. Tank’s beet red face briefly sinks into a pale white as he looks at the thing.

A bucket. A metal pail. He’s being milked like a cow.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK Tank screams into the gag, only coming out as a constant “MM!”, as the cowman continues contentedly extracting the milk from its livestock.

Tank thrashes in his harness with all his might, trying to get his rigid member out of his captor’s hands, but his enormous length is a curse in disguise as he cannot physically get away, even when the monster occasionally loosens its grip. With a puzzling pause, the monster releases Tank’s throbbing meat, leaving it to hang heftily from its own weight along with Tank’s apple-sized balls. It scratches its chin, confused by its bull’s reluctance. Tank can barely take time to breathe when a muscled appendage suddenly slides through his back entrance.

“MMMMMMMMM!” Tank roars into his gag.

The monster wraps around Tank’s muscular thighs, pulling his struggling frame deeper onto the thing’s tongue. Tears well in the proud man’s eyes as the cowman defiles his insides with a tongue thicker and longer than a human’s could possibly ever be. If the thing was any further inside him, it would’ve licked at his brain. As the monster’s warm, slimy heat melts Tank’s insides, the bound man realizes with increasing horror that his penis is reacting greedily to the grotesque pleasure swimming through him.

“MMM!” Tank shouts in agonized rebellion, but the cowman continues to noisily coat his insides with slobber.

Warm, humming electricity shoots straight to his manhood as the mangled thing’s silky wet tongue slurps over his prostate and at muscles inside him he had never felt in his years of working out. The glowing torture sinks deeper and hotter until Tank sees stars and drools precum out of his juicy meat. His defiance is all but lapped out of him. The cowman returns to its old position, satisfied, and beats Tank’s throbbing hard meat until the bound bodybuilder has no choice but to orgasm. Rope after rope crashes into the bucket below. Again, the cowman releases Tank’s cock, and Tank feels his hole fill out immediately with the monster’s tongue somehow even deeper than it was before.

“MMMMMMM!” Tank bellows, awkwardly flopping about in his harness as the horror of his reality sets in. All that the man’s belligerence had earned him was more torture as his bighearted master incessantly gives its livestock pleasure between sessions of ‘work’. 

The cow monster is going to keep this up, bouncing Tank between orgasm and ass eating until he shoots dust. The problem with that is that Tank has no idea how long this torture would last. The idea of it made his face grow as red as his cock. The muscle bound man is a stud through and through; his last nickname was, unfortunately apt to his current circumstance, Bull, named after how hard and often the herculean man could cum. Even after spending a full day experimenting with the toilet bowl at their frat house, Tank had not found the upper limit.

As Tank produces another mouthful of milk that splashes sloppily into the pail, he once again feels the cowman fill him its impossibly long and plump tongue that drips shame inducing saliva into his guts. Tank goes limp in his harness, hanging like butchered livestock being sold at market as his arms and legs dangle lifelessly beneath him. With one final look up, thanks to the barn’s single lightbulb, Tank makes eye contact with a wide eyed Hayden hiding in the cornfield on the other side of the road, shaking with terror. Tank doesn’t even try to cry for help, merely staring emptily into his eyes as the muscle man groans, yet another orgasm being milked out of him with hips bucking as his cock spills its seed generously.

Tank’s head falls in defeat, and sees his still-pumping cockhead poke out from behind the heaving masses of muscle on his chest.

Hayden vanishes into the tall grass and crops, leaving Tank to the mercy of the cowman hard at work, who excitedly moos at the milk-filled bucket. The monstrosity quickly replaces the bucket with an empty one and returns to its task. Defeated guttural moans ring into the silent night as the cowman’s tongue slides in with ease back through the muscular Tank’s gaping, slobber-dripping crevice.