Date: Tue, 16 Apr 2019 03:42:37 +0200 From: robert smith Subject: Bull and Two Boys. 6 Here is the next of the belated installments of Bull and two boys. In it you, if so inclined, will follow the saga of a strong young man blessed and cursed with a gigantic cock, and his adventures as he comes to understand amnd find pride in his nature as a hard man of sometimes sex and sometimes violence. A born conqueror of men, I will trace his piceresque exploits across the globe as he goes from young marine, to for-hire mercenary, to Montana state trooper and back to his first love, ranch hand on his father's cattle and horse spred in the Seely-Swan valley of western Montana. Along the way, he will experience many adventures with unruly natives, local men, snooty CA liberal scum invading his beautiful state, condescending eastern tourists and gay boys looking for fun after a pride march. This is fiction, though often based on many of my own experiences - literary-ized, so to speak - and is not meant for anything other than pleasant day-dreaming for both the very rare real men and the plentiful other kinds in the world. On the level though, cigars help make a man a man, and I suggest you – hunters - give em a try. Just chawing is plenty enough – gets yer head spinnin and the rest of you rarin for action. They are the best high and incitement to vigorous activity/mastery known. Let the bottom boys do their poppers, you Men, give a big black, strong stogie a try. If you like this story and want more, let me know. Might make it available in rewritten novella form privately as it's been re-written so many times after being posted on Nifty. And, writing of Nifty, this tale and all the others are only possible when you fags cough up the dough to keep it goin. So, contribute and contribute plenty - today. For top men, fergit it, only the fags should pay. That's an order! Bull and two boys. 6 The next morning: Elaine and JoAnne awoke and groggily looked over the bed and around the room, both in shambles. Locking eyes, then quickly looking away in shame staggering to their feet and slowly moving to the connected bathroom. After steaming hot showers, in silence they covered their nakedness. Again locking eyes, they returned and sat back down on the bed. After a long silence, JoAnne began `I can't help it, it was wonderful. I never felt so alive in all my life' as she ran a hand over the bed, the scene of Mitchell's heroic triumphs, `OK, if it's honesty time - I couldn't agree more - it was heaven, but also hell. She reached down and rubbed her stretched crotch, in doing so letting out a very low moan. JoAnne nodded agreement. Elaine continued, 'Never felt so fulfilled, so complete. He's like a dream, an impossible dream. Beautiful and terrifying. I didn't know men like that existed.' JoAnne added, 'that ... thing of his, it's hideous, something a monstrous beast, maybe A God, a terrible, inexorable God would have. So horrible swinging and even more horrible when it was erect, and yet, I never saw anything so beautiful in all my life. When he swung it to my mouth after stretching me open and hosing my insides with his hot semen, I eagerly took it in my mouth and only wished I could serve and worship it to his breathtaking testicles.' As they continued fessing up, day dreaming of the glorious and terrible man who had made them women, the sound of the washing machine began far off in the laundry room. With a quizzical look at each other, again they stood and went to find out what was what. They found their rosy boys, their very well showered and scrubbed boys busily attending to the wash, dressed in pull over shirts and running pants. `Hi! they both happily blurted out. `We thought it would be nice if we cleaned Joe's room, so, here we are.' `Well thank you both' the astonished JoAnne offered. `That's very sweet of you both. When you're done, please stay in Joe's room, as we have a lot of, ah, work to do' was Elaine's contribution. `Sure Mom. Yes ma'am, Mrs. Keane, we'll do our homework.' In the hallway, they almost met their ex-husbands, dressed similarly to their sons. What began as the typical sour looks quickly faded as all four thought about last night each in his or her dream world - some pleasurable; the women and Bruce - some sourly, as Martin remembered the humiliation, the pain and terror, hating himself for not being able to do anything but submit and serve this MAN of men despite every effort to resist. Not looking at each other, the four made their way down the hall, peeking into the various bedrooms, a quiet panic slowly building in all of them. The big Ox was nowhere to be found. Moving more quickly now, they went down the grand staircase and trying to be cool about it, but fooling no one, kept checking out the many rooms. He was in the library snoring loudly, sprawled out on his back, naked. Neck, shoulder, chest, gut and thigh hair was plastered glistening to his body, that incredibly beautiful but also hideous and terrifying Godlike cock and balls flopping over the edge of the sofa, a pool of drool on the floor below his mighty spigot. They stood there a long time taking it all in as the MAN occasionally shifted in his sleep sending his genitals sliding and flopping into different positions, always being pulled down heavily by gravity from their weight. Each desperate to drop to the knees to worship, the three in happy surrender, the fourth, burning with shame but unable to resist, they stopped themselves for fear of seeming low sluts instead of the CA elites they still thought they were, running their eyes up and down his magnificent form. Sensing something, Mitch slowly awoke, stretched mightily and began scratching his sticky balls. Opening his eyes, he smiled, than pulled up to a seated position. `Good mornin, all. Hope you slept well. We sure had a time of it last night, eh?' Looking hard at them, one by one, laughing he stood, big organ swinging like a tree trunk between those mighty thighs. `Could sure use me some coffee.' Reluctantly, the women repaired to the kitchen to prepare it. `Make plenty' he ordered as they left. `Let's have ourselves a talk, boys.' Mitch stretched some more, getting the cramps outta his muscles. After all he had worked hard. `Man, I stink. Come on over an git a whiff.' Hesitating slightly and with heads bowed one in happy obedience, one in sullen shame, they slowly walked up to him, barely nipple high and began smelling. `God, he smells fine' Bruce dreamily though. Martin gagged from the man stink but knew better than to obey. `Need me a shower bad, lead me to it, boys.' And dropping a powerful, heavy hand on each tiny shoulder, they did. They watched him through the glass door as the steaming water played over muscles and hair, thick creamy soap dripping off his body, down his long fat cock. Stepping out, they automatically began drying him. Reaching down and holding, then shaking his dripping wet cock, Mitch remarked `Fuck, my dick is sore, ain't had me such tight holes in a long time, and never so many. See Bruce? Feel it, feel the bruises and scars of your Lord of Battle!" Paying great attention to drying his heavy dick and balls, Mitch roughly slapped Martin's hands away while firmly but gently pulling Bruce's off. `No more of that, boys. We got things to discuss.' Still naked they followed Mitch back to the bar where it all began. Comfortably seated in a big leather chair, his cock and balls hanging down over the edge, Mitch motioned them to sit in front of him. The women came in with a big pot of coffee. Mitch drank deep; it was black and strong, just the way he liked it. Cocking his head, he gestured to the women to sit by their ex-husbands. So, there they sat, four fully clothed adults, with a buck-naked giant right in front of them, his generative organs hanging as terrible and horrible as the women and Martin, and as gloriously as Bruce had remembered. All eyes were fixed on his manhood as he spoke `The four of you got a choice. We can fergit this ever happened and go about our lives just as before. I can take yers out camping now and agin, if you see fit to let em go. We can stay friends and go out to dinner once in a while, either just you two girls, or with yer ex-husbands – ex spoken with quiet contempt – when they come to visit. Or...' `Or what, sir?' Bruce said with shaking voice, and so sweetly that Mitch quickly raised his mug and drank deep, to hide the smile that involuntarily began to shape his beautiful mouth. This boy of his was adorable, irresistible -but the big guy had to hide it till they submitted to him completely. `Or it's my way. My way or the highway.' `I don't want it the old way, Sir!' 'No, never.' `I don't either.' 'After a long and expectant pause Martin also agreed, hating himself as he did so 'no, not like it was before' `Good then, yer learning already. Mine are hard rules, as hard as this was – his heavy hand dropped onto his hanging cock and held it swaying heavily – last night. First, you will remarry. Can't have the big-dicked boys I planted last night brought up in a home without a father and a mother. You will deliver my big-dicked sons' - he looked at the women one by one. `And you will raise them, my way, as my sons' – he looked over at the men, one by one. `Your own boys will henceforth belong to me, they are now my boys. When they behave and flourish, they will be rewarded' - he didn't tell them how, as his sexual ownership was kept a complete secret. 'When they disobey or fail in anything, I set them to do, they will be punished, whupped without mercy. And none of you will in any way interfere with the raising of my sons. You, their ex-fathers, will tell them they are now my sons and that I have total power over em.' Shock was replaced by a slow nodding of all four heads. `Yes sir' again from his little Bruce. `I own you, and all you own is now mine. You will serve me and all my needs, and the needs of my buddies if I see fit. Will be much better for you two' – a hard look at the women. My pals are all real men, big men with heavy, gross dicks – just not as heavy nor as gross as this one' again his hand dropped to his genitals as he slowly ran a thick finger down its length. `My pals will fill your cunts to bursting, sheathed to their balls, which I can never be. I make babies - mighty sons - and ramming this - a third time his heavy hand fell and circling his manhood by the base of his shaft, slowing swunging it in the air - would destroy any woman's ability to present me with those sons. A woman's duty is to present her Master with sons, but she has the right and duty to feel the man mounted in her slapping his balls on her pussy. You two' – sharp look to his little men – `will do whatever and whenever I tell you to. Is that clear?' He stood, big dick swinging `I can git dressed and walk outta here, and that's jes fine. Any hole in a storm, and I like huntin and escel at it. It's yer call, only -no goin back once decided.' Lookin around, he saw his pants and started walking to them, heavy equipment slapping between his hairy thighs. `I agree with all my heart, sir,' again first from little Bruce, but eagerly joined in by the women and then Martin.` All right then, and he forgot about the pants while finishing up his orders. Standing proud and naked in all his glory over them `as married folk, you will no longer savage yer husbands. I don't recon on sex between you, though it's fine with me if you want to. You'll live together as husbands and wives, and be polite and kind to each other. You women will serve your husbands respectfully. In public, you boys will pretend to be men. No more disgracing the male race. I ain't askin, but tellin. Yer duty is to obey.' `Obey' was almost snarled out. First one, then the others murmured out their `Yes sir.' `Now I gotta git goin; my mom always has family dinner on Sunday. I missed the last one and she will tan my hide if I'm late today. Each of you, kiss that which makes a MAN a MAN.' Moving first to the women Mitch balled his fists by his waist as they reverently kissed his hot hanging cock. Moving to Martin, Mitch's fists knotted mightily as the cuck also abased himself in gingerly kissing this big man's enormous, gnarled penis. Finally to Bruce, who looked up with love and devotion glittering in his eyes and worshiped his Daddy's great swinging dong from his hairy crotch on down the incredibly long shaft sweetly kissing it all the way, then gently sucked the low hanging hood into his mouth, working his tongue up inside and drinking the slime that Mitch began feeding him as it oozed out. Mitch felt fire building in his loins, and pulled away reluctantly, big flaccid cock swaying. `Better git goin, or - anyway, my hog is so sore and swollen from all that solderin I done last night, don't think I could go for another round' – then looking at them one by one from his piercingly blue eyes straight into theirs – `or four.' `Gotta work all week, double shifts. JoAnne, I'll call you in a week or two to see how yer getting on with my orders. At `week or two,' panic was clear in Bruce's eyes. Wiping a big paw over his mouth to hide his pleased smile `you boys, make yer arrangements an git back quick. Suppose you can do whatever big money things you do from computers here as easy as in SF.' Standing insolently as they moved to dress him in soaked pants and mashed potato smeared shirt, the Lord Of All He Surveyed sneeringly threw a stinking sock in Martin's face, and tossed the other into Bruce's delighted hands, smiling. Slipping into his boots and picking up tie and jacket he ended with `Now, git to work cleanin up the fuckin mess in my house.' As they moved to comply, a heavy hand fell on Bruce's tiny shoulder `You. See me to the door.' At the door, Mitch took his little baby boy in his arms, almost squeezing the life out of him, one big hand tightly molded to his boy's ass lifting him up, the other cupping his head as he pressed that big cock up against his belly. Planting his mouth over his boy's, Mitch kissed him deeply, thrusting his tongue in as Bruce adoringly nursed on it. `Don't you fergit little fella, yer mine forevermore.' Weeping he answered `Sir, oh sir, I'll never forget, I love you. I'd die for you. If only I could give my father and my Lord a big-dicked son.' Touched as he had never been before, the big man bent down and planted a sweet kiss on his baby's lips. `Good boy, Daddy loves you. You are my tiny-dicked son. I gave you three loads of my Sacred Seed last night. Every night that Daddy is home, I will come to you and plant my seed in yer sweet baby mouth and boy pussy. You will sleep with Daddy's big cock in yer mouth and swallow my piss during the night. When I awaken, I will mount you agin, and agin. No man's hand will touch you, you will serve no man's cock but mine. You belong to me and only me.' The door closed as Bruce collapsed against it weeping, listening as his Lord and Master merrily whistled the sextet from Lucia as he went to his beat-up truck and drove away.