Bull Blowout 2
Bull Breakdown Part 2
By Dokino ([email protected])
2-27-2004
"So what can we do for ya?" The basey voice asked from underneath the hood of the sports car of some sort, the body something foreign most likely. It's hard to tell anymore, and for me, it was pretty useless to guess simply because I am not much into cars. And even if I were, my focus was stuck on the monumental ass in front of me.
I like a big butt, I like my heifers to have huge asses in fact, feels good to get a big ole mitt full of rump and still not even come close to encompassing it all. And just like Stan, the linebacker sized horse before, whoever was working on this car, twisting a ratchet over some unseen bolt, this ass was huge. I had to assume it was attached to a horse as well, as a long plume of blonde tail billowed out from the top of, and between those stupendous ass cheeks. The fact that it was a guy's ass I was checking out did bother me, but my mind was stuck in huge ass mode, and seeing how this one was probably twice the size of Stan's, I was stumped.
"Uhhhhhh." Was the first thing that came out, I know I know, I am ever so eloquent, but I stumbled my way forward after tearing my gaze away from the big, round rump. "Yeah, my car got a flat, probably need a new tire I think, looked kinda tore up ya know." I looked around the garage area, noting all the tools and things that fill out what I would consider a standard garage.
"Yeah, Stan said something about having a job, so I am guessing you are it. We'll take care of ya right quick, just gotta get this out and we can bring your car on in. Just gimmie a second." His voice put mine to shame in it's depth, hell, it put thunder to shame in it's basey roll.
With a snorted grunt, he stood up straight, and damned if this guy wasn't just taller than me by a head or two, but the guy looked wide enough to be me and Stan put together. I gawked at him, eyes bugged out and maw hanging down, because in this guy's hands is the engine to the car, not like hooked up to anything, but in this fucker's hands and he barely looked like it was causing him any trouble. His forearms bulged out hugely, the long ropey muscles swollen out, each separate muscle section not only easily told apart, but pumped up thickly, entirely covered in this crisscrossing mass of veins and blood vessels and arteries.
He was wearing one of those full body jumpsuit type canvas mechanic outfits, the name Belter on the chest, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, the zipper in front was down around his navel and from what I could tell, his forearms weren't out of place at all. Where Stan was bulky, and a little pudgy, this guy looked like a professional body builder in the freak circuit of things. The sleeves that did cover the upper arms were so filled out I was surprised that they weren't glued to him, the entire upper body of that dark blue jumpsuit was so jam packed with muscle that it was a wonder it wasn't frayed from use just by him standing there. His chest pushed out massively against the front flaps of it, the deep canyon between the mountains showing off male cleavage, shoulders wide, high, boulderish, the lats pressing out against the back of the suit, the idea of barn door wide would be an insult to his width, the traps rising high along the back of his trunk of a neck, that holding up a very strong jawed, regal looking head. I expected him to have a gut to him, like Stan had, but this dude made me look smooth bellied, the deep grooves and rises of his abdomen were as close to perfection as I had ever seen, and I was only seeing a small portion of them due to the space allowed by the zippered front of the jumpsuit. Where I thought I packed a pouch, this horse packed not a pouch, but a damn steamer trunk with his crotch, and suffice it to say, I was slightly intimidated by that alone. I could only imagine that that ass I was so gawking at just moments ago was solid muscle, blown to outrageous proportions. His thighs were amazingly thick, and looked a little uncomfortably packed into their confinements, in fact, the entire leg of that suit looked absolutely stuffed with legs, and out the bottom were a pair of hooves that looked quite capable of covering a manhole.
While I was doing this, he was busy carrying that engine over and set it onto a rack and then went about making sure it was stable before walking back over to me, clopping loudly back to where I had been standing. He looked me over and then started chuckling heavily, shaking his head, "Son, I think you might need to hit the showers or something, looked like Stan got you good to say the least. How bout we get your car in here and you can use the stall in the corner."
I once again gaped, maw dangling down an hotness flooded my head, ears pinkening as I looked down at myself, and I hate to admit it, but I looked slightly like Suzy Bell after the time she agreed to let me tittyfuck her, and I tell you what, when a cow with udders bigger than your damn head, you don't pass up a chance to slide your dick between em. I now understand why she was so pissed off at me for getting her that sticky, and I could feel that when I moved an arm or turned my head, that the fur was matting and a slight sting accompanied it.
So I nodded of course and walked out of the garage and back to my car, now on the ground as I am going to guess that Stan put it there, and got my duffle bag out. I carried it back with me, walking alongside my car as Stan pushed it towards the garage, stopping when he got to the large doorway. He asked me to steer the car as he pushed, so I climbed in and made sure the car was going up onto the lift stand before I put it in park and climbed back out.
I walked back over to Belter who was working on something with the engine he took out, and when he turned around, I could tell that either he unzipped his jumpsuit further, or through him moving around naturally it went down, but either way, it was down. I got a much more unobstructed view of this horse's torso, the visible V of horse now encompassing most of his broad, bulging chest, most of his ripped abdomen and I'm embarrassed to say, some of his pubic fur. I didn't stare, not so much as I did look him over, admiration really, honest, it was just like admiring a fine painting....or something.
"Well, looks like Stan got it on in here, I'll just get you up and take a look at what you got." He grinned widely when he said that, but motioned with his head, "Shower stall is back there, I'll have Stan get ya a towel." And with that he walked over to the controls of the car lift, chuckling loudly as the slow whine signaled my car rising off the ground. I walked on back to where Belter motioned and found a 12 feet square shower stall, and seeing as how I didn't have a door, I dropped my bag to the side and stepped into the shower and pulled the long curtain closed over the wide opening. I turned on the water and adjusted the temperature to a decent level, I like it hot, so it was better than luke warm before I got under the spray, clothes still on as they were caked with drying horse sperm. I was too busy trying to get the spunk off my clothes that I didn't notice there was no shampoo or anything else in here, so I called out that I needed some soap or something to clean off with.
A few moments later, I notice the outline of a chubby horse behind the other side of the shower curtain and then an arm reaches in holding a bucket with soap, shampoo, conditioner and a hand brush I've seen some use for cleaning a shower with. I grip the handle on the bucket and pull on it, expecting to just take the bucket and get back to showering, but instead, I get a bucket, and a very naked Stan coming in with it, acting like he lost his balance and ends up against me. I push him back, growling at him, not as forceful sounding as he did back in the truck mind you, but I growled, "What the fuck are you doing, get out of here."
Stan stands there, arms crossing across his chest, decent sized pecs padded with fat, as is his belly, though he was a gut instead of just some softening. His arms look strong, as do his legs, this entire horse looking quite solidly built. His heavy looking balls rest against the fronts of his thighs, between and in front of them and over that, a wide, leathery looking sheath reaching just below his protruding gut. He shakes his head, I wasn't sure if it was at me, my reaction or something else, maybe he expected me to be naked or something.
So it's him and me, standing, facing each other, me a half foot or so taller than him, and built similarly to Belter, though not quite as freakishly huge. My clothes are soaked and are stuck to my body, showing off my hard earned muscles, my shorts and jock clad crotch. Stan cracks a huge smile at me, licking his muzzle lips, and the sound of oiled leather sliding against more of the same enters the room, mixing with the sounds of the shower spray pattering the ground and because we are maybe 9 feet apart, I watch his penis slither out of it's home. Stan just watches me, looking me up and down like he did when he first got to my car, licking his lips more and more, snorting, taking in deep breathes through his flared nostrils as this huge length of limp cock issues from his sheath, the thing thick as my damn forearm and ending in some kind of blunt head.
I once again try to do this the easy way by yelling at him, "Get the fuck out of here dammit." And once again he doesn't listen, instead he goes to the bucket and bends over at the waist, presenting me with an unobstructed view of his fat ass, his long tail hiked up and resting on his back as he looked around in that bucket. I of course am a moron, and look at his ass, it's like a magnet for my eyes, big fat asses just do that for me. So when he stands back up fully and turns around sporting a half hard cock and a long chain with leather manacles at the ends of it, I wasn't feeling quite too interested in big asses anymore. I bolted at him, going to show some football skill and plow this fucker hard when the first step of hoof on wet floor sends me slamming down onto said wet floor, the breath knocking from my lungs and putting me in a daze.
When I regained my senses, not that I was out, but I wasn't thinking really well or seeing much aside from little flashes of light, I was laid out on my back, arms above my head, stretched out in a V, and when I tried to pull them into another position, the clinking of chains filled the shower stall. My chest and abdomen were being hit with the shower spray and I was full naked on the ground, the cold flooring on my backside telling me that as well as when I lifted my head I could see my clothes off to the side on the floor near Stan's hooves. I shook my head to clear it a little more, moved my arms, looked up at the very thick eyehook pin holding the chains that held the manacles to my wrists. After a few minutes of trying to break the chain, the pin, the manacles, my wrists, anything to get them off, Stand walked over, showing his skill at walking on a wet floor by not falling on his fat ass.
"Welcome back bully, sorry you fell, but it kinda worked out well because you don't seem to hot on the idea of me touching you. Though, you did seem to enjoy me sucking your cock." He crouched down at my side, his monster of an erection throbbing over my belly, bouncing with each heartbeat. His hand resting on my belly, feeling along my abs and around my sheath, "This time though, I want to touch more, but don't worry, I think you will enjoy this too."
"Look, dude, why are you doing this, I mean, can't you find someone into fat fags to play with? I ain't into this, so let me out of here, what will your Belter say if he finds out you have me chained like this." I looked around, hoping that Belter would hear this and come to stop it, every time I looked though, all I found that was in this shower was me, Stan, his huge erection, and is that...oh fuck, a gallon sized tub of lube...what does that say...I squinted at it...YIF Brand Lube....shit, he better be planning on using that on his own ass to ride me because I don't want to know what else it's used for.
"I would say that you did a good job Stan." And with that deep, booming voice, the shower curtain opened up, and my hopes of anything great coming out of this went down. Belter was as naked as myself and Stan, and he looked absolutely like a nightmare, his obscenely muscled body fit with an equally obscene crotch, his cock and balls so monstrous that looked like a telephone pole and beach balls attached to his body. He walked over and stood over my head, looking down at my prone body, "Don't worry little bull, if you want us to stop, just say so." As he was saying that though, he got onto his knees and grabbed my horns, holding my head down while smothering my face in his sweaty, and very musky balls, too big to bite or anything.
I struggled with the chains, arms flexing hard, muscles burning as I fought them, and then I was fighting with my legs, kicking, wriggling around as someone, I guessed Stan, grabbed my ankles and pushed them up towards my head before hooking his arms against the backs of them, effectively bending me not only in half, but immobilizing me as I couldn't get any leverage to push back with. I felt his long pole of a cock on my sheath and balls and along my belly, his own heavy gut pressing it down against me.
Stan was in a perfect position then, he reaches over and started pumping the thick lube into his cupped hand, getting a good handful of it before smearing it over Brody's ass, shoving a finger or two into the super slick opening and pumping them in, feeding the bull another finger and then another, all four pumping his ass, the lube numbing the hole slightly to keep the searing pain from the bull. When he was satisfied that the bull was lubed some, he pumped out more lube and dumped it on his cock, belly and the bulls sheath, balls and belly. He eased his hips down and planted the wide, blunt head of his cock against Brody's ass and pushed, the expensive lube making his entrance into the briefly worked hole a much easier go of it than any of the three males would have guessed. The whole time, Belter ground his heavy balls into the bull's face, snorting and blowing as the sensitive orbs were massaged by the bull's furry face.
Brody kept up his useless effort to get out of both horse's grasps, arms growing tired from the effort and while Stan worked on his hole, he felt like he was going to be sick, this felt bad already, he had to crap, it felt like it to him and he felt all that slickness on him, his sheath and balls and that horse's hands on him. Then it became worse than anything he could imagine, something pushed and pushed and pushed and in it popped, his ass being invaded by the thick pole Stan owned, and when it shoved in, he let out a scream, muffled a great deal by the other horse who had a hold of his horns and was using his face and muzzle to rub his fat balls against. He pants, squeaking out as more was pushed into him, deeper into him, the further it went, the more it felt like he had to shit, and he doubted he could hold it.
More of that wide cock was being pushed into Brody, the lube amazingly keeping friction away and making the passage into the bull smooth, so smooth that the ass breaking base of Stan's cock went in as well, horse hips against bull ass, fat balls resting on his ass and tail. He felt stuffed and also like he had to crap still, that fat fucker's belly on his own, and he figured if he was going to be raped like this, he was gonna shit on this horse. Instead of crapping though, he was clamping onto the horse's cock, squeezing, putting pressure against it that caused Stan to groan out, at least he would have groaned out if he wasn't rubbing his face into the top of Belter's titanic nuts.
He thought it was over as his ass was emptied, but that soon faded as he was filled again, this time though, it was taken away quickly, then he realized, the horse is fucking him like a heifer. All he could feel were hips and balls slapping his ass wetly, a belly pressing down his sheath and balls belly and horse balls being ground into his face. He tried to fight again, struggling as hard as he could, his lungs burning from screaming out, his body burning with fatigue. He didn't even notice that as he was being screwed so smoothly by the chubby horse, that his own cock had not only slipped out of it's home, but that he was ragingly hard, his cock leaking all over himself and the horse atop him, each powerful thrust causing his cock to throb and spit out more precum.
At some point through his long, drawn out screwing, Belter had pulled off of him and was just holding down his head by the horns, his face feeling the air before his muzzle was clamped onto by another muzzle, Stan kissing him hard as he fucked him so deeply. He couldn't fight anymore, not that he could move that much as it is, his mind foggy as he was kissed, while his ass was plowed, while his cock throbbed and was stroked by a fat gut.
Brody's head was freed from the kiss and pulled up to look down moments before he let out a bellowed squeal, his balls drawn tight to his body as his cock throbbed madly, releasing his thick cum, each powerfully blasted rope of cum hitting him in the face, clogging his nose, pumping into his open muzzle, aimed at him by his own body. His release triggered Stan's, and he was flooded powerfully by the chubby horse, his bowels filling with the steaming horse cum by the quart as he was lost to the sensations of his orgasm, his ass clutching rhythmically at the shooting horsecock.
He blacked out sometime during the orgasm, though he was still in the shower, the water turned off, but an overhead heater kept the room warm. His arms were behind his back, clamped together and he was against the shower wall, neither Stan, nor Belter were around. He smacked his lips slightly, tasting something salty, his nose clogged up, so he took breaths through his muzzle, coughing now and again. He was sore, his ass hurt, his head hurt, he couldn't believe what happened, how he ended up trapped like this with two big faggot horses, one who had raped him, at least the one of them, he didn't even know that. He looked up at a snort, finding Belter standing in the space between the partially opened shower curtain, his arms crossed as he looked down at Brody.
"I'm afraid I've got some bad news, your car needs a new rim for that tire you blew and we don't carry that style, so we will have to order you some, but everyplace is closed till Monday."