To Claim A Boy by Rekhit
(This story is set within the Fallout universe. Paid commission for TKD DBull.)
To Claim A Boy 1 by Rekhit Redstripe
Kevin Stone walked up the worn steps of the shabby townhouse building, once again cursing the luck that had brought him here. It was amazing how he could trace his reason for being in front of this building to one single point, a point that had come to define everything that happened in his life ever since.
It had taken just one photograph for Kevin's life to alter completely. He was the lead designer and creator of various characters for the fantasy comic series Grognak The Barbarian, Hubris Comic's main comic series. It had been Kevin who had introduced a slew of new characters and it from his dedication to the comic that saw its sales increase by almost 150%.
And then it all came falling down from one stupid paparazzi.
For Kevin had a dark secret, a personal secret. He was attracted to males, and while this in itself was no longer a social stigma, his tastes ran towards the extremes in sexual practices. But it was more who he shared them with that was the problem. For Kevin was a human, and he preferred the company of male anthros.
It wasn't illegal but it was a serious taboo. Some likened it to interracial relationships from a century before and marriage between human and anthro was strictly illegal in the Commonwealth of States. The European Union had only just legalised it, but America was still decades behind in social reforms, as it always had been.
It had almost been the end of Kevin's career when pictures of him in the company of homosexual anthros was splashed across the front pages of the Capitol Post. His editor, an anthro himself, was only slightly sympathetic to his plight. Kevin wasn't sacked but he was demoted. No longer did he create the characters, designing their every feature and every ounce of their back story. Now he was confined to the inking room. His job was to ink the pages before they went to press. It was a tedious and thankless job, but it was a job.
That had been 18 months ago and then suddenly he got what he thought was a lucky break. The editor had called him into his office only two days prior. "Listen Kevin," snorted the fat pig. "I'm in a pickle and frankly, I don't have much choice. How'd you like your old job back?"
Kevin almost fell from his chair. "Gosh sir! It's all I've ever wanted!"
The pig snorted. "Good, because I need someone with your experience. My main designer's decided to get himself arrested for possible Communist ties, and now I'm stuck. We're gonna roll out a new story line for Grognak and I need a character creating. The Brawler!" He spread his trotters out as if the words would appear in the air before him. "He's gonna have it all. I need to him to be dark and broody, appear an enemy for our hero until he realises they've got a common enemy and join forces. If he proves popular enough we'll make him a permanent fixture."
"Sure sir!" Kevin had taken out a notepad and jotted down the information. "Do you have anything specific in mind to how he'll appear."
"Yeah, I need him as a minotaur, ya know, Classical Greek style." Kevin's pen suddenly stopped, hovering over the paper. "Something wrong?"
Kevin looked up, smiling. "No sir... just getting inspiration." It was a lie but it worked. The editor simply snorted and explained he wanted Kevin to design the character from the ground up. But it came with a price. If he wasn't satisfied with how the character appeared in the final version, then Kevin would be stuck in the inking department for good.
Just want he needed. Kevin got his angle back in but there was a problem; he couldn't draw a bull head to save his life. Oh, he'd tried over the years but they always came out looking like horses with horns. Finally decided it was no good Kevin had abandoned that and forgot all about bulls and their damn horns. He'd not attempted to draw one in a good decade. And now his future was hinging on the fact.
Which was why he stood outside this particular townhouse in Georgetown, downtown Washington DC. He'd been struggling with the design concept. Creating the back story had been so easy Kevin had the first ideas in his mind before he left the editor's office and completely ironed out as he returned to the design department. That was all done. It was now down to designing the character's appearance itself.
It was then just before Kevin finished for the day when Torrin entered doing his rounds.
Torrin O'Terroroar was one of the security guards for the Hubris Comics building and the bastard was huge. His security guard uniform stretched painfully across his chest, it hugging to each contour of his muscular frame. One time he'd caught a thief trying to make off with a stack of limited edition comics and in the commotion in grappling the guy his shirt ripped along the sleeves and up his back.
What made Torrin interesting though was that he was a bull anthro, with a huge set of upswept horns that meant he had to duck every time he went through a door; there were places all over where his horns had gorged marks in the ceiling. More then that, he was quite an arrogant bastard too. He often had a cocky grin on his face, and everyone knew he was around because his voice was loud enough to shake people's Nuka-Colas from 100 yards away. There was also a rumour he worked as a bouncer at some club tucked away in one of the darker corners of the city, but Kevin hadn't heard anything to back that up.
And now he was standing outside of Torrin's home. Torrin had seen Kevin trying to draw what looked like a horse with horns. "Is that meant to be a bull boy?" He called most of the younger male workers boy.
"If it is it's none of your business," Kevin shot back, covering his work. "Don't you have work to do?"
The bull leant on the wall. "Yeah. So how come you can't draw bulls worth shit? Though you were some kind of hotshot artists or somethin'."
Kevin gritted his teeth. "I AM a hotshot artist, but not everyone is perfect. Or have the illusion of being perfect." He glared at the big bull. Try as he might, despite the arrogance, Kevin thought he looked sexy as hell but he would be damned if he let it show.
"What you need is a model," Torrin replied, ignoring the jab. "Ya know, someone to pose so you can sketch. Isn't that what you do?"
"And if you can find me a bull worth drawing then please let me know." Kevin stuffed his sketchpad into his bag and headed towards the door.
"Well duh, what d'ya think's standing in front of yer?" said the bull.
Kevin sighed. "Do you really want an answer to that?" Torrin just chuckled and jotted something down, handing it to the human.
"My address. Offers open. I'll be home for around 8 so any time after that." He turned and clopped away.
Kevin just screwed up the address and thrust it into his coat pocket before making his way back home in Springvale. After another couple of hours trying he threw his sketch pad against the wall and paced. It was no good. No matter how he tried either the snout was too long or the horns were crooked. He thought back to the address. Could he stand to be in the vicinity of properly the biggest ego he'd ever encountered just to save his career?
The answer was simple, so here he was. He knocked on the door and waited.
It opened a few seconds later and Torrin's huge frame filled the entrance. "Well, look what the cat's dragged by," he rumbled. The smell of cigar smoke hung about him.
"Shut up okay," Kevin said sharply. He pushed past the big bull and entered what was a modest living room. "My ass is on the line here. If I don't come up with a good bull before Monday my life is screwed up permanently. So... I want to sketch you okay?"
Torrin just laughed. "Sure thing, you're the boss... I do expect payment ya know."
"Whatever," Kevin said. He'd had the forethought of bringing money with him. He settled down on the sofa, getting out pencils and his sketch pad. "Right, when your...." The words dried up.
The huge bull stood completely naked in the middle of the room. The dark brown fur glistened under the lights, though he had a strange white speckled pattern across the tight 10 pack ab muscles that seemed almost chiselled into him. Thick hoops hung from both nipples, forcing them outwards at an almost ridiculous size. He was turned so that while his chest faced forward his legs were to the side, but Kevin could clearly see the thick bovine cock and balls. Through the head was a large Prince Albert piercing.
It took every effort for Kevin not to moan, though he did realise he was staring with his mouth open. "Somethin' up boy?" came the deep rumble.
"You... you're naked," Kevin said, stating the obvious. "Why are you naked?"
"Because ain't this the way life models do their stuff? Besides, how c'n you draw a mino if you don't know what they're packin'?" He lifted both his arms and flexed, the biceps bulging insanely huge.
Kevin quickly moved the pad over his lap, to hide the erection that throbbed painfully in his pants, and quickly set to work. He did the basic stick figure design, and then fleshed it out with the typical circles and squares. Before him the big bull stayed as still as he could, arms raised upwards. Quickly Kevin traced the body, doing it in a basic form. He was fine with bodies, and this would be in Classical Greek in appearance; a bull's head on a human's body.
But that of course meant doing the head itself, to try and draw it without it coming out rubbish. He started slowly, doing the main circle, and then adding the snout. Having something living to actually draw from hopefully would help to create a proper looking bull's head. He'd tried many a time from pictures, but this was from the real thing, an actual living bull morph.
It was coming together quite nicely. With a few more flicks of his pencil, Kevin had before him an actual bull's head. "Perfect," he exclaimed. "Now sit down, let me draw your head some more."
"Right you are." Torrin sat on a chair, relaxing back into it as the artist worked away. "You mind if I smoke?" Kevin dismissed it with a hand, content on his drawing. Torrin took that to mean a yes and took a cigar from a nearby box, lighting it up and sucking the smoke down into his lungs, exhaling heavily from his snout.
The bull smoked and the human drew. Kevin's erection had long since disappeared, as more and more bull heads joined the one in his pad. He drew the bulging neck, then a large chest pierced with thick rings. Large arms joined them too. Before he even realised it, the perfect image of the bull had appeared. Right down to the large cock.
It was this that made Kevin look up at the smoking bull. It wasn't just the ring through the cock head; the bull had a set of bars down the under part of his shaft forming a ladder. Kevin had heard of such a piercing but had never seen one before. His eyes were just glued to it.
"See somethin' you like?" came the deep voice of the bull. It shook Kevin from his spell and he blushed warmly, hiding behind his pad.
"No, nothing," came the quick reply.
A cloud of fragrant smoke billowed down around him and Kevin looked up. Torrin stood directly in front of him. Moreover, his giant cock was directly in front of him. "I saw you checkin' me out boy," the bull said in a low voice. "In fact, been seeing you checkin' me out a number of times at work. You like the look of this big bull huh?" He puffed the cigar, billowing the smoke from his nostrils. It made him look like a powerful dragon and Kevin grew hard again.
"No, I..." he stammered. "It's not... I mean... you invited me here!"
"Yeah, I did." Torrin pulled the pad away and Kevin quickly covered himself. "Looks like you're doin' more then sketching boy." The thick scent of bull sweat and musky bull crotch filled the air around Kevin's head and it made him dizzy. The anthros were more affected by scent, but it seemed the human wasn't as immune. "Touch it." The voice was deep, commanding.
Something inside Kevin told him to stop. This was what had caused his fall from grace before. He worked hard to suppress that side of him, bury it as deeply as he could. It had been 18 months since he'd even been with anyone. Jerking off was his only pleasure and then to a secret stash of anthro muscle magazines he'd kept hidden. But those barriers were quickly breaking and he reached out, taking hold of the big bull cock.
It was heavy, thick, powerful in his hand. As thick as a bear can, as long as a cola bottle but utterly soft, Kevin marvelled at its size, its texture, the feeling of the flesh that was raised up from the piercings. He counted 12 individual bars that pushed through the flesh and he wondered what that would feel like sliding into his defenceless hole.
Any chance of escape disappeared when a big paw gripped his head and pushed him against that thick cock. The scent instantly filled his nose, its warmth heating the skin of his face, dried cock slime coating his flesh. Kevin let out an uncontrollable moan of pleasure and his tongue lolled out, pressing against the black flesh.
New tastes invaded his mouth. The taste of dried cum, of piss, of sweat, enticed his taste buds. He licked lewdly along it, completely under the spell of the huge bull member. And he didn't object when his head was pulled back, nor did he object when the thick crown was pushed past his lips. The piercing slid against his tongue and Kevin tightened his mouth, sucking firmly.
Torrin snorted loudly, gripping the human in a huge paw, the other tugging on one of his pierced nipples. The cigar remained clenched in his mouth, teeth biting through it, and he snorted the smoke from his nose. Damn the human was good. His tongue was small, his mouth was tight, but it was warm and wet and felt just right. Human hands encircled his shaft and stroked it and Torrin lowed in the back of his throat as Kevin jacked him off.
"Fuck yeah," he grunted. "Damn, I've been waitin' a while for this." He looked down at the human, who stared back, mouth stretched almost painfully around the cock that was quickly hardening, pushing further into his wanting mouth. "I c'n have anyone fucker I want. But I don't want some muscle bound freak, an' I don't want some whimpering slave. I want someone who's a born servant to my body and my cock. Someone who's gonna give themselves over ta me, And that is you boy," Torrin said firmly
Kevin pulled off the bull's cock and stared up. "Yes Daddy Bull, I want to be your fuck boy. Please... I want to be yours." The tone, the presence, the scent, it drove Kevin wild. He'd not felt so alive in months, years maybe. For so long he had dreamed of some dominant male to take him, adopt him, claim him as his own. A desire so secret even his conscious mind refused to acknowledge it. There had been some who had tried in the past but there was no connection. Yet, there was a connection here.
"I'm going to take you boy, take you every way I can," Torrin growled. "I'm gonna bind you. I'm gonna fist you. I'm gonna stuffed my cock all the way in your body and seed it. You'll drip with my seed boy, and then I'm gonna mark you as mine for the rest of your life."
"Please Daddy Bull..." Kevin quietly begged. He was lifted over the bull's large shoulder and taken upstairs. Into the bedroom he was carried and dropped, his clothes torn from his body. Naked, hard, he writhed on the bed as his ankles were shackled and spread apart with a bar, his wrists bound and a rope loped around them and over the top of the bed. Torrin produced a gag and Kevin opened his mouth willingly, biting down on it as it was fastened around his head. Another set of ropes were wound around the ankle separator and tied to a hook so that Kevin's legs were lifted up, his ass on view and completely vulnerable. Bound, gagged, helpless, all he could was moan and wriggle. He was at the mercy of the big bull.
Torrin placed the cigar in an ash tray and stared down at the human. How long he'd wanted this. Ever since hearing how the human had been caught coming out the club he now worked for, and listening to the stories of what the other dominant anthros did to him. He knew then this was the one for him, the boy he wanted to adopt and claim as his own. Torrin had fallen in love with the human the moment he saw him inking away at Hubris Comics. This was a night that had been planned for months.
A large tub of grease was taken from a cupboard and placed by the bed, so that Kevin could see it. He'd never been fisted before, though his ass was no stranger to large objects. Once a horse anthro had fucked him for 2 hours solid. But that stallion was nothing compared to the bull morph. What Torrin lacked in length, though still impressive, he made up in girth. And those piercings...
Kevin squirmed as a dollop of grease was applied to his hole, it cold against his bare flesh. It was smeared around his hole, along his crack, dripping onto the bed. But the bull didn't care about the mess. It would soon get much messier. He probed his finger against the human's hole, pushing intently. "Come on boy, open up for Daddy..." Kevin grunt and pushed back, relaxing. The finger slid inside him, all the way in, right up to the knuckle and Kevin groaned loudly around the gag. "That's a good boy. One down, four to go."
Slowly Torrin worked his finger in and out, in and out, back and forth, thrusting it slowly. He knew how to open a hole, he knew the way to get a virgin ass to blossom and accept his fist. How many holes had he opened in life? Countless. His record was bursting 8 fisting cherries in one night, two of which were at the same time. But that had been on the West coast, when he'd been younger. Now he wanted something more, and that something was clenching on his thick digit, gripping it as tightly as it would a cock.
He slid out to the first knuckle, and then pushed in with two fingers. There was resistance but slowly and surely the tight anus spread, eliciting cries from the gagged human. The tightness was intense now and Torrin had to really work to get his fingers in deep. Moving a little, he took hold of the human's cock and sucked it between his lips.
Torrin was a top through and through, but he loved to suck dick. As he worked the fingers in his boy's hole he worked that cock between his lips. It was perhaps the only submissive part of him. Torrin could suck cock for hours, any size cock, or any shaped cock. He'd once, in a rare display of submission, sucked off over 20 males, one after another, getting a belly and face full of cum. And afterwards he fucked them all in return, pounding their asses, holding back until, finally, he came explosively all over them.
With the human's attention on the pleasure gotten from his cock, he barely whimpered when Torrin pushed a third finger inside. He twisted he paw as he pushed inward, feeling the spread around the fingers, the hotness of his boy's ass as they clenched, pushing against them, doing what came natural to something lodged in the rectum. But the bull was stronger and pushed inwards, listening to the loud farts as air rushed out.
The cock in his mouth leaked a continuous stream of pre across his tongue and Torrin lowed deeply, delighting in its taste. He curled a fourth finger under the other three and forced them in. He did it slow but hard, spreading that anus as far as it would go. Once inside to the knuckles he spread them so they were lined up and drove them back and forth hard, screwing the hole, twisting his wrist and his paw to the left and to the right. The human simply writhed and moaned, eyes closed with a look of pain and pleasure on his face.
This was it. Torrin pulled to the second knuckle and moved his thumb under before pushing in. The hole resisted. But Torrin was patient and insistent. He pulled back and pushed forward once more. There was a little give against the base knuckles. Pulling and pushing forward, there was more give. As much as that tight human's anus said no, the look in the human's eyes said yes and Torrin pushed harder. His arm shook from the titanic effort and he pressed with as much strength as he dare.
It happened so slowly that neither realised until there was a loud slurp and Kevin's anus literally sucked in Torrin's paw, which curled into a fist as entered the human's rectum. Kevin screamed behind the gag and Torrin was awarded with cum as his boy orgasmed hard. He could feel the muscles contracting as his small balls pumped out their creamy load, coating the bull's tongue. He allowed it to collect there until, finally spent, he pulled back and lewdly swallowed. It was sticky and sour, but Torrin loved it.
They remained joined, fist in ass, as Kevin panted and Torrin licked the human's cock cleaned. He kept his paw still, letting the human get used to it, allowing his anus to adapt and to stretch. The bull felt the rapidly beating heart and the pumping of blood and the muscles contracting, trying to push the large intruder out but failing utterly.
Slowly, agonisingly slowly, Torrin pulled his fist from inside his boy. As it slid past the third knuckles the anus contracted, pushing out his paw in a blast of slime and air, which made the bull chuckle. Some tops he had known got really offended when their playthings farted, but he didn't care. It came with the territory.
He moved over the bed and looked down at the captive human. Sweat glistened on his pale skin, his chest heaved as he breathed through his nose. Above him the once tight anus gaped loudly and Torrin let a trail of spit drop from his lips into the open hole. The bull moved so his pierced crown was at the entrance and pushed forward with his hips.
Even with the fisting, Kevin's ass was tight. Torrin let out a loud bellow and rammed forward, his cock head sliding inside. Kevin writhed and arched his back, feeling every single inch, every single piercing, bump past his swollen anal lips and inside him. The cock pushed inwards, stretching his internal body around it. Working like some demented snake it was buried completely and firmly inside, leaving the human delirious with pleasure and panting from his nose. Drool ran down his cheeks as he bit hard into the gag.
Above him the big bull placed his paws on the ceiling, hooves pressed hard onto the bed and drove his hips forward, sliding his cock in and out of the gaping and open ass of his boy. The human felt like a tight glove jerking on his cock, and every spasm Kevin had went through Torrin's cock, sending pleasure through his loins and up his body.
He bellowed and snorted, mouth open and spraying spittle across the room and across the human. He rode his boy like cowboys who would ride his feral brethren at a rodeo. Snarling, he pounded Kevin's ass, literally ramming his cock into it with each thrust. The bed shook and banged against the wall, Kevin himself being pushed up the bed from the power that came from the bull.
This was no causal love making, nor was it just plain fucking. With was strong instinctual rutting, and Torrin fucked his boy like he would fuck a heifer if he were to breed one. His sperm was reserved for the human, and he would let it loose deep in his bowels, filling him with the potent seed.
With a bellow Torrin came, burying his cock as deep as he could push it. It had been too much, the clenching of the human's tight hole, the sensation along his cock and along his piercings. He unloaded rope after rope of his bull cum into his new boy, so much it backed up and squirted out around his member, matting his crotch fur and adding to the mess on the bed.
It was a deep thing for them both. In an age were protection was touted at every given opportunity, and with the threat of STDs as rife as the threat of Communism, bare backing was strictly a no-no. But Kevin wanted it and Torrin wanted it and they shared in the experience. Torrin would seed his boy at every given chance, and Kevin would accept it. They belonged to each other.
With a loud slurp Torrin pulled out, lowing at the sight of the gaping human ass. No, there was one last thing before this human was his. Carefully he pulled the gag from Kevin's mouth. "Are you ready to be mine?"
Kevin trembled. "Mark me Daddy." And Torrin did. Holding his cock he let a torrent of bull piss splash down on the supine human, moving the golden stream across his chest, along both arms and the legs, aiming into the gaping hole. Quickly he moved upwards and aimed for his boy's mouth and Kevin drank greedily. He swallowed as much as it could, delighting at the bitter warmth.
The bindings holding him were released and Kevin rubbed his sore arms. That was nothing compared to the soreness in his ass, but it was worth it. Never had anyone used him such a way. Even before his public indiscretions, it had been just sex. This was more. Deep inside he could feel the bull's load sloshing around, soaking into him. His skin stunk of bull piss and it was all he could do to masturbate there and then.
Torrin climbed on the bed, ignoring the piss and cum, letting it soak into his fur and pulled the human to his massive chest. "Yer mine now boy; mind body and soul. You belong to me."
"Yes Daddy Bull," Kevin murred softly, nuzzling into the soft damp fur.
"Tomorrow, we'll get yer things. You're gonna live with me from now. Damn what anyone thinks yer hear?" But the human was already asleep, exhausted. Torrin chuckled and stroked the soft hair. Plans could wait until morning. After all, they had the rest of their lives ahead of them.
TBC