Date: Sun, 15 Oct 2017 13:30:03 -0400
From: resborzage@email.com
Subject: A Bull and Two Boys Out Camping (Adult/youth, authoritarian, camping)

We'd been climbing for hours, the campsite was still a ways off and night
was falling.  Not only that, but it was cold and getting colder.  At this
rate, we'd barely have time to set up the tent, let alone throw together
some kind of grub.  For two boys, just turned 16, things were getting
hairy.  But, then again, think of the fun to come, alone together, in that
tent.  We'd been fooling around on and off for almost a year, and now, and
finally, our softy mothers had approved this adventure in the wilderness.

As we stumbled, exhausted and sweating into the small clearing, I was
disappointed to see another tent a hundred feet or so away.  And what a
tent.  It was tall enough to stand in and even had a smoke stack for a
heater.  In this weather, I could see why.  Whoever was camping wasn't
around though, and we set to erected our own camp in the falling darkness.

Rustling sounds down the path were followed by the appearance of the other
camper, a guy, probably in his late 20 with a string of cleaned trout over
his shoulder.  A very big guy, broad, tall, with buzz cut dark blond hair,
chawing on a fat unlit cigar.  I could see how a guy this size could pack a
tent this big up into the wilderness.  With an ironic nod, he dropped the
fish on a rock in front of his tent and got to work starting a big fire.

As he got comfortable, we continued to stumble around trying to set up
camp.  Soon followed the sound and smell of sizzling fish and the warmth of
the fire.  A light snow began to fall as we surveyed our saggy misshapen
tent and searched around for something, anything to eat – cold.

`How ya doin boys?' spoken in an ironic deep drawl elicited high pitched
`not very well, sir' in response.  Why, I wondered did I say `sir'?  `Come
on over, and have some fish.'  We didn't need a second invitation and
gratefully joined him at the fire.  He was damn handsome with piercing blue
eyes, a five day growth.  Arrogant he was seemingly amused by our pussy boy
antics.  We sat down facing him as he finished cooking the fish.  Ben
scurried back to our packs for some plates and we gratefully dug in.  `Fire
feels good, don't it boys?  And, again, `yes sir.'  As we ate I looked him
over, his legs sprawled apart as he sat on a log.  It seemed like there was
another log between those legs stretching down his pants over what looked
like a lot of balls.

`Like the outdoors, do ya boys?'  `Don't know sir, this is our first time
out in the wilderness.'  `Our mom's finally let us go on a trip alone.
They dropped us off yesterday and will pick up up in two days,' Ben added
in.  `Yer Mom's?  That's man's business; what about yer fathers?'  `Single
mothers, sir' I replied.  He nodded thoughtfully, got up and stretched, his
sweatshirt pulling up, showing a thickly thatched, muscled gut.  `Boy's
need a father to keep em out of trouble and teach em.'  We looked down.
Going over to his tent, he fished around and returned with a fifth of good
scotch, pulling the cork.  With `Here's something to warm us up, father and
sons business.'  The man threw his head back showing a bull throat and
neck, and downing a slug passed the bottle to Ben.  Smiling brightly, but
also dubious, Ben tried to copy him and started coughing and sputtering as
the hot fuel burned its way down.  With a deep chuckle, the big guy took
the bottle and passed it to me.  Then holding Ben by his shoulder with one
hand he slapped him mightily on the back a few times with the other.  Ben
stopped coughing.  I was careful to drink slower and managed to get it down
without making a fool out of myself.  It burned all right, but was warm and
felt good, especially as it was getting colder.

Ben reached out for the bottle and took another big slug, smiling proudly
as he handled his liquor.

`Name's Mitch.  You?'  `Joseph, Sir, Joe that is.'  `I'm Ben, sir.'  `Got
warm bags to sleep in?'  We looked at each other doubtfully and he chuckled
again.  `Well, if you get cold over there, you can join me, I got a big
well insulated bag.'  `Thank you sir!' we answered almost in unison.  He
nodded while downing another mighty slug of the scotch, and reaching down,
scratched his crotch.  I looked over at Ben and saw he was mesmerized by
that big spread of manhood between Mitch's legs.  Giving Ben a hard, quick
elbow in the ribs as Mitch threw his head back for another slug, Ben
realized what he was doing and reluctantly pulled his eyes away.

`Nice lookin kids' as his blue eyes moved slowly over the two of
us. `Little guys but well put together.'  Not to be cocky, but, he was
right – we are both good looking, pretty even.  Indeed little, but well
built, both around 5'4" and 120 lbs. or so, delicate, almost girlish
features, cheeks as smooth as a peach, me with curly, Ben with straight
brown hair.  Blushing like children, but smiling and warm from the
booze. we looked down bashfully.

`Love the snow.  Come from a long line of mountain men and can't get enough
of it.  Fire's too hot for me' and he shucked off his sweatshirt and sat
back down.  `Course, the booze helps keep off the cold, don't it boys.'
Mitch's chest was massive and coated with thick curly dark blond hair.  The
fur alone would keep him warm.  He scratched his crotch again, taking his
time, looking straight at first me, then Ben, then smiled an ironic little
smile.  "Like what you see, boys?'  We gulped and slowly nodded in unison.

The booze went around one more time.  My head was spinning from the hooch
and from looking at his chest, watching the light snowflakes land on his
pelt and melt away.  Ben was too bombed to care anymore and looked from
rugged face to chest to crotch with a stupid grin combining eagerness and
lust.  Mitch reached over towards his boots and began struggling to untie
them, then stopped.  `Come er, take my boots off.'  We jumped to obey, each
of us kneeling at a boot – size 12 or 13 by the looks of them.  `Light
my 85 ring stogie, little guy.'  `Yes Sir' and Ben jumped for a burning
stick and held it to the mighty cigar as Mitch puffed it into life.  `Wife
can't stand cigars.  Great to get away from her and the kids.'

Boots off, he stood.  `Now my pants.'  Still on our knees, with shaking
hands we fumbled with the heavy belt and started popping the buttons one by
one.  Mitch sighed contentedly puffing on his stogie as we got the pants
open and started to pull them down.  He was in a well-worn dirty jock and
filled it out enormously.  He leaned heavily into Ben and I freed one leg,
then on me as Ben got the other one off.  He towered over us, naked but for
the jock and the glowing cigar jutting aggressively from his jaw.  Looking
down, he cupped the back of our heads, each in a huge hand, and pulled us
forward into his hot, stinking jock.  Almost in unison, we moaned as his
jammed our faces into his rank crotch rubbing our faces over his monster
balls.  `Suck my balls through that jock little guys' he growled around his
stogie.

`Fuck yeah' he muttered as I slobbered on one and Ben on the other, each of
them gigantic, the size of oranges.  `I been out here a week and stink
good.  Suck dem rank balls, you little fags.'  Looking up, Mitch had one
hand around the scotch bottle and raised it to his thrown back mouth with
his dripping stogie in his other.  After a good stiff belt, he rammed his
cigar back in his jaw and stepped back, 6'4" of hairy, muscled bull.

`Got much experience in serving a man?'  `No sir, we've only played around
with each other.'  `Well, you're in for a rough night, if you choose to
stay with me.'  Meekly, we nodded as he snickered.

`Peel off the jock, I wanna feel the air on me.'  One on each side, we
grabbed the waistband and pulled down, revealing a forest of fur and then
inch after inch of enormous, thick-around-as-a-man's-wrist shaft.  Finally
it flopped out, soft, half way down his huge hairy thighs with a foreskin
hanging down two full inches over the fat as a fist head.  `She don't like
that no more neither, not after I seeded her with 3 boys' he muttered under
his breath.  Throwing his head back, he grunted, puffing hard on his cigar,
clouds of fragrant smoke billowing all around, the light snow glistening on
his pelt.

`Wow, it's big, sir!' `You fuckin bet it's big boys, and you're gonna pay
homage to it all night.  I'm loving the cold wind and the icy snow cuz it's
keepin me soft longer, so you little guys can serve it soft like you're
gonna serve it hard.

I felt his shaft and lifted, the mass of it hanging down in front of my
tiny hand and tried to curve my fingers around.  They didn't come even half
way.  `Ben reached out, and our fingers barely met.  Up and down our two
hands moved along his mighty weapon.  It had to be over 12 inches soft, not
counting the enormous foreskin puckering down way below.  I moved forward
and started tonging the thickly veined shaft while Ben scooted lower
licking and kissing the mighty balls.  Mitch spread his legs wide.  `Grab
hold of my bull balls kid and lift yerself up.'  Ben lifted himself right
off the ground swinging on the mighty balls as Mitch grunted and flexed his
thighs bouncing Ben up and down.  `Fuck yeah, I'm the fuckin man' as he
puffed clouds of stogie smoke and flexed his shoulders and biceps
obscenely.

`Work my skin, Little Joe.  Smell it, lick it, tongue it, fag boy.'  I
jumped to comply.  The smell was enough to knock me over as I got my tongue
up in his soft, wrinkled skin feeling and tasting dried piss, and
powerfully acrid, thick curd, man cheese.  Even with the cold air and the
stinging snow, his hot shaft was starting to twitch thicken and lengthen.
Pushing both of us off, Mitch commanded: `Peel my skin back and clean me
good, both of you.'  Kneeling in front of this stud bull we tongued his
drooling skin, licking up each side, darting tongue up in the velvety,
stinking inside.  His hanging, swinging cock began fill out and the skin
started to retract back, till the tip of the dark purple head was just
revealed, streaking and clotted with cheese.  Grabbing the back of our
heads again, he rubbed out boy faces in his cheese till we were dripping
with it.  `Eat it' was growled out and I opened my mouth as far as I could
and stretched my lips over the end of his knob.  Forcing myself I slid up,
my lips pushing the skin back till I had the knob in my mouth, filling it
completely.  The cheese was super thick over his corona and I was gagging
on it.  Laughing, he pulled out with a loud plop and yanked Ben over by the
hair and forced him up on his now revealed knob, thickly coated with
yellowish cheese.  He pulled Ben, choking, up and down the knob till cheese
was thick in gobs all over his gurgling face. `That's right, you fags,
serve.'

Semi erect now, he had the biggest weapon I have ever seen.  It was only
half hard and at least 14 inches of forearm thickness executioner.  `Never
got more than a quarter into the wife, or any other bitch, but you fags are
gonna take it all the way, both holes.'  Trembling in terror, but mad with
lust we looked in each other's eyes, with his slobber and cheese dripping
down our chins.  He pulled both of us back on his cannon for more work up
and down the shaft and on his knob.  He was loving the challenge of the
cold and of conquering two pretty boys, but suddenly stopped.  `Little Joe,
go into my tent and light the primus stove, then get back here.'  I
scurried away to obey, as Mitch grabbed Ben by the head in both hands.
Lookin down over his fat dripping stogie with a hard look in his eyes, he
pulled him onto his cock and started to hammer forward.  Ben was choking
immediately as Mitch forced him deeper.  I could see Ben's cheeks and
throat bulging out.

In and out to light the stove, when I got back Ben was starting to struggle
as the air was cut off, which just excited the bull to rougher hammering as
he forced the knob past Ben's stretched mouth down into the top of his
throat.  Ben began punching his fists at Bull's rock hard gut but Mitch
only laughed and kept on feeding his monster down the kid's gagging throat.
Puking slobber out around his shaft and through Ben's nose, my buddy
started to black out.  Mitch ruthlessly shoved another couple of inches in
anyway.  `Little fag boys got eyes bigger than their holes, eh?'  Holding
Ben with one huge fist knotted in his hair, he pulled out and ropes of
slobber stretched from Ben's ripped open, gapping mouth to the bull's
cheesy cock.  `Need better lube than just your fag throat slobber boy.'
With that, he took the sopping stogie out of his mouth and shot a jaw full
of black steaming gob on his shaft and head till it was dripping with it.
Grabbing Ben's head again, he shoved forward and impaled him.  From Ben's
choking and gagging, the taste must be awful and so powerful that my buddy
began shaking uncontrollably as Mitch forced more and more of his
black-dripping cock down his throat.  Ben was almost unconscious and no
longer even trying to resist as the bull continued forcing his monster
deeper and deeper, stopping the hammering once in a while to reach down and
feel Ben's grotesquely distended throat, stuffed with cock.  I was watching
with wide, wide eyes.

`Get over here and hold your little buddy's head.  Force him down.'  Mitch
had about half his hog in Ben as I began pushing his head forward while
Mitch stood there, proud and arrogant.  I shoved hard and more and more of
Mitch's manhood disappeared in Ben's grotesquely stretched, gurgling and
gagging throat till it seemed like it must have been in his stomach. I held
his weakly struggling head down hard till Ben's face was crushed into the
man's rock hard gut – till Mitch was seated all the way home.  Moving my
hand to Ben's throat, I tremblingly felt it distend even more as the bull
snaked even deeper reaching full erection.  `Fuck yeah, the conqueror
conquers.'  `Let him go fag boy.' And Ben hung there, almost unconscious,
held up only by the mighty weapon upon which he was completely impaled.
Wild with lust, Mitch chawed his glowing stogie and again flexed his legs,
shoulders and biceps, bouncing Ben up and down and side to side like a rag
doll.

Grabbing Ben's head with both huge hands he knotted them in the kid's hair
and started to power fuck his throat, growling and grunting around his
dripping cigar.  `Daddy's gonna feed you man seed now boy, take it and
worship your fucking God.'  And with that Mitch started to fire his
gigantic cannon down Ben's throat, into his guts.  I saw Ben's throat
distend even more as shot after shot slammed down his gullet, spewing out
around the shaft and through his nose.  Mitch hammered and unloaded load
after load for a full five minutes.  Then with a grunt, Mitch let go and
slowly Ben slid off the mighty cock and collapsed beneath his conqueror. 15
inches of dripping rock hard cock jutted from Mitch's crotch and slowly
softened.  Taking his monster in his hand, Mitch power washed Ben with an
ocean of steaming piss.  Coughing and sputtering Ben came back to
consciousness.  Mitch grabbed him by the hair and yanked him up.  Ben began
kissing and slobbering all over the mighty hose, whimpering and sniveling
coughing seed out of his mouth and nose. Mitch took the chawed and dripping
stogie out of his jaw and held it in front of Ben who obediently began
licking it, gagging and shuddering.  Grabbing him under the arms, Mitch
lifted and threw Ben over his shoulder and strode, with his monstrous cock
and balls swinging and slapping between his thighs, into the tent, looking
back, signaling me to get my ass in there too.

It was warm in the tent, as I flopped down on the sleeping bag with Ben
tossed, almost bounced down, next to me. `Strip, you little fags.'  The
bull crossed his muscled arms over his chest, working the short fat stub of
his stogie in his jaw as he watched.  He snickered as I helping my buddy.
We were both now naked at the feet of the man, little, hairless and with
tiny stiff cocks.  `Get up.'  I did.  He lifted me from under the arms
effortlessly till my little cock was on the same level as his.  My 3 inch
little boy pecker was rock hard up against his gigantic hanging shaft.
`Roll my skin back boy, then put your pitiful cock in it.'  My dick
disappeared entirely in his foreskin as he humped back and forth, his
dripping seed and Ben's throat slime, and the cigar gob working my aching
cock till I could barely stand it.  I held his long thick sausage of a cock
as he worked my own inside his skin as he began to stiffen and grow.  `Ben,
get over here, on your back. Open your mouth, I need a spittoon.'  He shot
another jaw full of steaming coal black cigar gob in Ben's mouth who began
to convulse from it.  `Keep that man gob in your mouth faggot,'

He lifted me higher and my aching cock popped out of his skin.  `Ben, on my
cock, mouth it thick with my cigar gob.  Now, hold Daddy's weapon and point
it to Little Joe's pussy.'  I started struggling and tried to scream.  He
pulled the cigar from his jaw and buried my mouth under his.  The cigar
drool was so strong my head started to spin, but still I felt the gigantic
cock head, slick and dripping, up hard against by virgin hole.  Flipping me
on my back, on the ground, he jack hammered forward and forced the fist
sized head up past my ring.  I was shuddering and twitching in agony as he
pulsed his weapon.  `Spit gob on my shaft and keep it wet, you little
faggot.'

Another slam and more of his killer dong jack hammered up into me. I beat
my little fists against his shaggy chest as he sneered around his stogie.
The drool was dripping down his chin onto my face below him.  Slam, slam,
slam, inch by inch his weapon split me in two.  As I sobbed moaned and
shook uncontrollably, he rammed the soggy cigar butt back in his jaw and
started to fuck me in brutally.  `Take Daddy, you fag, do what you were
born to do and serve your lord and master.'  I could feel Ben's lips as
they slobbered on the mighty shaft that was shuddering its way into my guts
keeping the merciless engine well lubed.  Mitch again pulled his stogie
from his jaw and planted his rough, bristly mouth on mine.  His tongue and
stogie gob filled my mouth and shuddering from the effects of the man's
cigar, with a mighty RAM, he seated the whole 15 inches into my ripped up
guts.

Grunting with satisfaction, the bull rested, his manhood to the hilt in my
busted ass.  Puffing the short fat stogie back into roaring life, Mitch
began power fucking my virgin ass, slamming me down under him with furious
thrusts. Grinding his cannon in me, full seated he stopped pumping.  `Grab
daddy's bull balls Ben, squeeze and work em, chew on em, punch em...Daddy'l
show you fags what a man is.' Ben's little hands grabbed them, twisted
squeezed and pulled.  He tried to get one in his tiny mouth and bit and
chewed, then started punching with one fist while he tried to hold the huge
bag with the other.  `Fuck, yeah, brass balls, man balls, killer balls full
of seed to impregnate your boy pussy.'  Grunting and growling he worked his
cigar all around his jaw, his monster twitching and pulsing obscenely in my
guts.

`Time for a man fuck.'  With that he resumed, slamming it home that pulling
out inch after inch till full 14 were out, then slammed home his monster
balls slapping hard on my ass.  Brutally, he raped my ass, pumping me
mercilessly for what seemed like hours, but was probably 15 minutes.  He
was dripping with sweat on top of me, the sweat and rivers of cigar god
spilling down all over me.  `Daddy's gonna plant a baby in yer boy pussy,
open up and take your lord and master's holy seed.'  Slam, slam, slam and
with mighty roars and the growling of an enraged bull, he smashed it in
deeper still.  The colossal weapon thickened till I thought I would split
down the middle as he started to shoot his seed in mighty eruptions deep in
my guts.  His full 250 lbs. had me crushed under him as his cock pulsed
over and over unloading his seed.  Slowly he pulled out and with a loud wet
plop the monster flopped out.  `On yer knees fags.'  Ben helped me up, cum,
blood, cheese and black cigar gob pouring out of my ass.  The bull stood
and faced us.  `Clean your lord's cock.'  We leaned forward whimpering and
crying licking and sucking the steaming muck from his cock while he worked
the stub of his stogie furiously around his jaw.  `Clean me good or I'll
beat the snot outta both of you.'  We tongue cleaned his dripping balls,
his pulsing, veined shaft and worked our way up into his skin around this
cock head till he was totally clean.  Grunting approval, he grabbed my
head, inserted the end of his cock in my little mouth and started to piss.
I would have been blown off except for his hand cupping the back of my
head.  Swallowing, drowning and choking he hosed me long, the pulling out,
grabbed Ben and, shoving him on the man hose continued pissing.

Drained, he pulled out and flopped down on his back on the bag, pulling us
next to him, one on each side.  Taking the two inch soaking wet cigar stub
out of his jaw, he handed it to me.  `This is a souvenir for both of you
fags.  Your father's spent stogie.  Now lick and suck it, each of you.
Then you can keep it to remind you of what a man and a father is.'
Gagging, our heads spinning from the power of the stogie we licked and
sucked on it, thinking of how this man of men loved and mastered the power
of it.

`Get me a fresh cigar, a 100 ring, out of my pack.'  I did.  `Take it out
of the wrapper and both of you smell it.'  It was rich, spicy and strong.
`Hold it to my lips.'  He chomped down hard and bit off the end, spitting
it into Ben's mouth, who knew to keep it there.  `Both of you, light my
cigar.'  We did.  `Now, my boys, while I enjoy this fine cigar I earned by
worked you both like a God, you may play with your father's mighty weapon.
Leaning up on his pack, he smiled around the enormous thickness of his
glowing 10 inch cigar and watched as we fondled, stroked and played with
his weapon.  `Don't worry, there is plenty more for both of you from
Daddy's executioner to come tonight.`