Magical Mac's Adult Superstore 1; straight guys will do anything for some p*$$y
This is part of an idea I've had for a while (and a rather mild side of it, too) and ne...
This is part of an idea I've had for a while (and a rather mild side of it, too) and never got around to writing. If you've enjoyed my other stuff, you'll probably like this. Otherwise, you'll think I took a great concept and butchered it, which is probably true.
"It's ok; take your time." The shopkeeper in the funny hat urges the young feline. Despite the old monkey's seemingly infinite patience and openess, Beau still wasn't fully comfortable disclosing his issue. Nineteen years old, the male cheerleader was well-liked even if he was a bit shy. Trouble was, 'well-liked' wasn't quite what he wants. He'd heard the owner of the little shop could make miracles happen, but Beau was almost as uncomfortable talking to the man as he would be opening up to his grandmother.
"I want to get laid." He mutters out softly, feeling heat flood his face. He'd wasted enough of Mr. Mac's time; it was either leave in worst shame than he was in now or admit what was wrong and get help fixing it. "Everyone sees me as this nice guy, which I don't mind, but no one sees me as anyone they want to fu-sleep with. I feel so frustrated; all the guys talk about the pussy they've gotten, but I've never even seen one."
The old man brightens, his friendly smile urging the young man on and taking in every detail. "So, you want to be sexually irrisistable, and get some pussy action?" He asks with a wink, then rises. "I've got just the thing." He heads down an isle, but when the nervous feline starts after him, he was already on his way back. with a pouch of red jell. "This's a shampoo and body scrub that will enhance your natural scent, and get you your dream 'pussy' as sure as I stand here now. It's a little pricy I admit, but it's a permanant effect. Just get your body all wet, lather it all over, and let it sit for at least ten minutes for full effect. It might take a few days to kick in, but that's normal. In case you forget anything, there's instructions on the back.
"Now, since you're a virgin, I've got a special promotion going. Since every item in here is designed to get you 100% laid, and sometimes virgins have an issue learning the ropes the first couple of times, this vitamin will boost your game. Just take one a day with a meal; if you haven't had sex by the time you run out, I'll give you a free refill and a refund on your purchase." Ringing up the shower jell, Mr. Mac cheerfull accepts the credit card offered by the blushing cat, tosses a bottle of pills and the jell in a paper bag along with a business card and the recipt.
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Once he gets home, Beau heads straight to the shower. On the way, his phone starts singing in his pocket.
"Bo-bo! You're coming out with us, right?" Comes the cheerful, gruff voice; Mike, one of the linebackers. "The whole team's going to Scarlet's Gogo later. You in?"
A smile softly curls on Beau's boyish lips. Scarlet's was the wet dream of wet dreams for a horny college boy; the mecca of live fap material. Technically a club, there were always a number of coeds dancing for tips. Not that Beau could afford tips after his little purchase, but it was as good a time as any to check if it worked. "Sure. I've got time to shower, right?"
The bull on the other side of the line lets out a chuckle. "From what? I saw you shower at the gym after we worked out."
"I just slipped in a puddle of mud on my way back from the library." Beau lies unconvingingly. Mike just laughs. "All right, all right; shower off you filthy beast. You've got twenty minutes; we're meeting for dinner first."
With a time window so small, Beau closes his phone and bolts the bathroom he shared with his roommates, neither of whom was home. He turns the water on, letting it heat up while he examines the flexible pouch.
Magical Mac's Magic Shower Jell and Aphrodisiac! To use; rinse or soak in shower or bath. Lather entire content of packet on to entire body (expecially pelvic region). Magical Mac's Magic Shower Jell is low tears, so apply to face without worry. Allow to set in at least ten minutes. Rinse. Now go out and enjoy! There was a bit of disclaimer which Beau skips when he stepped in to water that was still a little cold. Letting out a gasp, he forces himself to suffer through the brief cold before shutting off the water. He tears open the packet and pours it over the orange and white fur of his slender shoulders, releasing the smell of fresh strawberries, chocolate, and catnip all in an aroma that made the cat purr softly, even as he frantically scrubs the jell over his lean abs and back, arms, legs, head, tail....
With only his groin to go, Beau hesitates, then spreads the reddish-white bubbles on to his modest package and his balls. A rush of sensitivity caught the cat by surprise, like he was stroking himself after having just released a load. It makes him buckle and moan, but he forces himself to scrub the lather between his legs and all along his rounded posterior. The sensations grew the closer he spread it to the line extending from the base of his tail to the seam on his ballsack. He cries out, then finds himself massaging the area despite the rockets of lust threatening to overwhelm him.
His soapy hands move with a mind of their own; one set of fingertips kept pushing and rubbing the most sensitive spot; immedietly behind his sack. He could feel his orbs swell as his fingers press in against the area and make him spasm and dance. His other hand was more adventerous, traveling up his crevice, tugging at the base of his tail, pinching three of his six nipples.... The cat felt his knees buckle, and decided to move in to a more comfortable position. He lowers himself down in to the corner of the shower stall, legs extending to brace him from separate walls. Best of all, it meant he could reach that electric spot so much better.
Whimpering and moaning, Beau's breathing deepens as the overwhelming sensations push his hardened dick to ooze a white liquid of their own on to the tinted bubbles of the shampoo. Eyes crossed from the jolts of electricity shooting up his crotch and tongue langing out, Beau didn't even notice the precum. His whimpering becomes needful and desperate, until a loud pounding at the door destroys the moment.
"Alanson! Stop jacking it; Mike's waiting for you!" One of his roommates yells.
The cat blushes, ashamed. He and his roommates all jacked off and all knew it, but discretely. Getting caught was nightmare-worthy, and Beau cringes before even that sets in. "Shit; Tell him...."
"That you were jacking it and couldn't get off." Mike chuckles from outside the door. "Hurry up already; I've been waiting here for a while now, and I was running late getting here. You do know that you're supposed to spank it AFTER getting a lap dance, right?"
And the nightmare got worst. Yeah; guys jerked off at the gym, but common courtesy stopped anyone from commenting on that, and again; guys found their own discrete corner and got it over with as quickly as possible; anyone desperate enough to get off in a room full of naked guys was either very, very desperate, or gay. Turning the water back on, Beau nearly freezes and scalds himself getting clean. "I didn't...!" What the hell is WRONG with me!?
"The hell you didn't. Let's go."
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He had taken one of the vitamins with, but Beau didn't get looked at twice the entire time. He went to sleep ashamed and unbearibly horny, without a chance to jack off without his roommates knowing. The poor cat could barely sit still in his classes; he was too riled up from his almost-orgasm in the shower, seeing all the girls in naughty outfits at the club, all coupled with the false hope that he might actually get some.
Practice was even worst; not only did his fellow cheerleaders drive him wild in their short skirts and tight leotards, but it was his job to catch, toss, and carry them. In a word; to touch nearly every part of them he wanted to, but without being allowed any more than a fleeting tease. They hug him, glad to have that one guy friend they could tell anything to, but not one of them gives him the lusty eyes they had for Mike or anyone else on any team. Worst, he could feel it in their hugs when each realizes how hard he is, and lets out an amused giggle. Blushing, he couldn't wait for practice to end. He was the first one out when it did, eager to use a quiet corner of the shower to relieve himself and put the rest of the day behind himself.
Despite the overall foulness of his mood, every guy in the locker room notices when Beau came in, and had a smile and 'hey man' if they don't outright greet him by name. He returns the greetings without feeling and makes for his locker, then starts stripping out of his practive gear and gathering his shower stuff. Powerful hands settle on his shoulders, making him jump.
"Hey, easy Bo-bo. It's just me. You look kinda down...." Mike assures the feline softly, gently rubbing the feline's slender shoulders. "Is this about yesterday, man?"
"Yes-no! I'm fine. I'm just-!" Beau replies quickly. He tenses up and cuts himself off, rubbing his face with a quick swipe of his hand.
"Hey, hey; Beau, it's ok. I understand; we've all got needs, man. No one's judging." Mike promises, but Beau shrugs his hands off when emotion flares in him. He got caught masturbating by a roommate and by a friend; the shame he felt was almost as powerful as his current level of sexual frustration.
"Mike, I'm fine." Beau insists, turning to face the eight-foot-plus tall linebacker who had taken a step to place himself as a muscular barricade between Beau and the showers. They were good friends who had seen and joked with each other naked, but Mike's showy dick hadn't pointed anywhere but down in all the time they had been naked together. Nor had the dark brown bull eyes looked at Beau quite the way they were now. It all unsettled him somehow, and made him aware of just how much bigger Mike was than him. Two and a half feet or so, a good three hundred pounds more of muscle, and the heavy tool between Mike's legs was at least three times as big around as what Beau had to say nothing of how much longer. "Mike, can I go shower now?" Beau asks, his voice croaking from a spike of fear. Mike visibly hesitates, then lets the cat pass.
Glancing down, Beau realized that the woody he was sprouting all day and been made aware of at practice so many days had not yet gone away. Blushing, he lowers his head and covers it with his shower stuff as best as he can on the way to a private corner. Unlike at home, water didn't take time to heat up at the gym, so after Beau sets his shower gear on a ledge he begins to attend himself, facing away from the rest of the shower room. One hand reaches for his shaft, the other his soap. Lathering up his dick, he strokes it with one hand while the other moves over his balls, gently sandwiching them with the soap and thumb and tugs, then moves with the sweet spot he found the night before....
He drops the soap and jumps back in surprise, though no amount of jumping could escape from what he found. He yelps, whimpers and tears flowing freely when he realizes what he had there now. "This is...no, this can't be...." He pleads to the open air, but the air had ears.
"Beau? Beau, what's wrong, kitten?" One of the soccer players asks from nearby, putting his hands on Beau's sides and holding him still, the warmth of the wolf's body closely pressed up against Beau. The cat turns his tearful face. He recognized the player; Tony, a soccer player Beau was freindly with, though not terribly well aquainted. Definitely not close enough to be calling Beau 'kitten,' but he wasn't exactly in the mood to protest.
"I- it's a-!" He yelps, putting both hands on his own crotch to hide his dick and the velvety hole immedietly behind it. "It's nothing! I just need to see the nurse!"
"What is, your cunt?" Tony replies, his arms snaking around the much smaller guy. "Ya know, I couldn't help but notice you were off on your own. If you want," One of the wolf's hands traced over Beau's, pressing it in to the offending orifice, "I would be happy to help you out."
Beau stood shaking, his heart hammering away at the inside of his chest. The extra pressure on his vag sent familiar, potent sensations through him he was horrified by, despite how nice they felt. "No! Get off!" He yells, eyes darting around in search of help. Everyone was watching, even drawing closer. Seeing that help might have arrived, Beau shoves Tony, who reluctantly releases him, bit mostly ends up being the one displaced. Right in to a brawny chest which had been waiting to catch him as he started to stumble.
"You heard him, Tony. Leave him alone." The guy who caught Beau orders. Evan; also soccer, also a wolf, also much bigger than Beau himself was. There wasn't really anyone who came to this locker room who wasn't. "You ok, sweetheart?" The wolf asks, his hands holding Beau's upper arms still. The wolf licks at Beau's neck, nuzzling him despite the cat's renewed panic. Wrapping an arm across Beau's chest, Evan slides the other hand down the cat's front all the way between his legs and rubs him over the soft entrance. "Don't worry, Beau. You're safe."
"No! This isn't funny! I'm straight!" Beau protests. "Let go of me!"
A forceful hand grabs Beau and Evan both from behind and forces them apart. When the cat turns to see his new savior, he had to look up an awful lot, at least until Mike scooped him up and slid a tongue down his throat, his much broader fingers exploring the opening between his legs much more forcefully than either of the wolves. The wave of humming electricity coming from that rough contact almost made Beau forget that one of his best friends was making out with him and probing the outside of a hole he wasn't supposed to have like he wanted to fuck it. It wasn't until Mike was sat down that Beau realized they had moved out of the showers, and over to the lockers.
"I wanna fuck you so bad, Beau. You're so fuckin' sexy, and I don't even like guys." Mike coos, holding the now-standing feline close. No longer was Mike only partially hard, either; Mike's shaft stood fully upright, veiny and thick, and longer than Beau's arm. Or possibly as his shin.
Beau's mind was clouded by the finger diddling him, making him weak and even making him almost wish his endowed friend would bend him over and split him open, but he still.... "Mike, let me go. Please; I'm scared." He pleads softly, trying to push away Mike's hands away, but instead the bull drives a finger tip up Beau's dripping folds and silencing him with a wave of pleasure.
"I would never hurt you, Bo-bo. You're in good hands." The bull assures him, wiggling his finger and causing Beau to moan. The bull licks along the feline's lips, chuckling. 'So THAT'S what you were doing last night...." He teases, sliding his finger up Beau's vice-like insides. Beau could feel himself stretching somewhat painfully, and lets out a sharp sound, which causes Mike to freeze, and slowly withdraw his finger. "All right. God you're tight.... Maybe.... Hey, Tony; get your faggoty ass over here."
From in the showers, the rebuffed soccer player happily and speedily walks over, dripping water and soap from his interrupted shower. From the grin on his face, he didn't seem to mind. "You're one to talk, Mike. I've caught you looking. Did my favorite kitten decide he wants a real athlete, instead of a crude brute?" He replies playfully as he heads over and presses against the wobbling cat, who still stood more or less paralyzed by the penetrating finger Mike was still wiggling out.
Beau starts breathing heavy when the thick digit pops out. Once it's out, Tony turns the cat around and pushes him in to Mike, who scoots back as though reading the wolf's mind. "Don't worry, Beau; Mike and I had a five way with some of the other cheerleaders. We know how to treat a cunt right." He assures the cat lowering himself down between Beau's legs.
"But, I'm a guy! A straight g-unhhhhhh...." Despite, his protests, Beau lets himself be led back by Mike's body, and more or less disregards the lance of fire between his back and Mike's muscular front. Beau goes limp as the wolf's tongue slides along the surface of the cat's newest nether, his protests melting in to moans and purrs. The slippery muscle teases all along Beau's underside, even along the underside of his dick. He flinches every time it newly comes in contact with either hole he had, and cries out like a satisfied whore every time it pokes further in that the surface.
While Tony was busy, Mike had some things to do himself. With the cat largely subdued by the wolf's tongue, Mike effortlessly gathers Beau's arms in one hand behind the feline's back, holding them firmly. Nibbling at Beau's neck, Mike pinches and rubs the super-sensitive, pointed nubs on Beau's defined chest. The wolf chuckles at something, the sound causing Beau to squirm half-heartedly. They had him caught, tortured by lust, and helpless to stop them. Nor did he want them to.
A second tongue joined in; Brett, the tawny captain of the wrestling team. The lion fought with Tony to lap at Beau's cunt, only the larger feline was much more interested in burying his raspy tongue within Beau's tender depths. Blinded by the waves of torturous pleasure, Beau looped a leg around the lion's thick mane and pushed the wrestler, fresh from his late-enting practice, firmly in to the sweet-tasting opening. Slightly dejected but not interested in having an out with the wrestler, Tony forces Beau's other leg to spread wide, giving him almost enough room to continue his lusty ministrations over Beau's other availible hole and the base of his tail.
"Someone...Please...." Beau begs through his needful moans. He finds Mike's impossibly large shaft with his mostly-immobolized arms and grips it. The need to have one of these three respective athletes inside of him burned away any semblence of reason he had. If he didn't get any, if none of them....
"Sure, Alanson." Brett replies quickly, standing up and taking a step back to pull his straining singlet off of bulky muscles that rivaled Mike's. He was still working the cup out of his jock strap when the naked wolf had his tapered point pressed up against Beau's extra entrance. "Tony, you fucking cock-block!" The lion roars angrily as the smug wolf slowly slides his tapered head into the desperate cat.
"Oh please; our Beau'll wear us all out and be hungry for more." Tony assures the wrestler, gradually but a bit too quickly for comfort sliding himself in to Beau. They both felt something tear, and a trickle of spent virginty added an extra lubrication to the thrust, but caused the cat to cry out in pain, alerting the bull who had mainly taken more of a vouyaristic interest to release Beau's arms. They fly around his body to stop Tony from advancing and to push him out, but the wolf catches them both and holds them together.
"Relax, Beau. That would have happened no matter what. I'm surprised you're a virgin though; sexy little beast like yourself. That pain was just me taking it." He softly coos to the cat, but still pushes painfully in. Beau starts to cry out again, but Tony leans in and locks his mouth over the felines, nipping at Beau's lips and wrestling his tongue to distract him from the pain.
"Don't worry, Bo-bo; it'll feel better soon." Mike assures him, hands wandering down the penetrated feline's back to massage his ass-cheeks, and laying a slightly painful bite down on the cheerleader's exposed neck. The cat struggles for a second to free himself from Tony's mouth. After a point, the closer Tony got his knot to Beau's lips, the more it felt like the wolf's advance felt like a knife was cutting the rest of an unfinished opening in to Beau's body. Freeing his lips, he screams in pain, wishing he had gotten a better look at Tony's dick before letting it in.
"Almost in, Beau. Just relax." The wolf tells him, then forces it the rest of the way in, to the knot. The cat flops back in pain, and is left panting as the pain turns in to discomfort. "There. That should be the worst of it. You're doing great." He coos to the now-sweating cat, kissing his lips and face. "So sexy...."
"You fuckers...." Beau whimpers as his body adjusts. Even if he tried to deny, though, now that he wasn't in pain, having had the wolf force his way in excited him. He shivers, and the wolf starts to pull out, leaving Beau feeling aware and empty in the spaces that Tony left behind. Despite the pain in opening him, he whimpers needfully when Tony pull. "No; Tony! I need it!"
"Oh yeah...?" Tony asks, nearly fully withdrawn. He had a playful grin on his face. "Ya know what, I think I should pull out. Obviously, you're not enjoying this...."
"No, please! Then fuck me in the ass! Just...I need it!" Beau pleads, not paying attention to his words. The need to be filled up rang in his body, controlling him completely. It was shockingly not him, but he couldn't stop himself.
"Dude, don't be such a douche. Give him what he wants." Mike chides, lightly smacking Tony's pec with the back of one hand.
"Oh trust me; I would be happy to." Tony retorts, popping out completely. "Now move, hamburger. I need to be where you are. Someone else take his pussy; I'd rather go for his ass."
The bull reluctantly moves, giving the cat a light kiss on the neck before he moves out of the way. "Don't worry, Bo-bo; I'll be right here for you, until you're ready for me." He promises. As he moves, Beau is left alone on the bench for a moment, shaking like a crack addict, while Tony moves behind him and tilts him forward. Beau obeys, but puts a hand on Tony's when the wolf puts on on Beau's tail to move it.
"Can you.... Can you make it rough again?" He nervously begs, while despite his interuption Tony was already lining up his slicked-up dick to the next virginal hole.
"You got it." He replies, then quickly forces the whole of his length in again. Beau cries out and pain floods his body again, but this time Tony gives him no quarter whatsoever, instead gleefully pounding in and out of the little cat. He forces Beau down flat on the bench, ignoring the cat's alternation call of pain and lust. The wolf wraps his arms around the cat, immobolising his arms to his chest and tightening, making his breaths more shallow and requiring them to be faster, faster....
From Beau's prospective, he felt the wolf claim him, ripping him up inside because, how he pictured it, he was just a toy. A disposible toy, that the wolf could just- NO! This isn't me! But it feels so good.... He tries to shout his protest, but by the time words will come he has given himself back over to the rough love. He felt himself get close, so close....
*POP*
It felt kind of like it had when his hymen had broken, and then there was a pressure within him, right on the inside of his ass, and kept on growing to fill that chamber. Another, less insistant pressure trickled in further in, but otherwise the wolf ceased much of his rough pounding, instead letting his weight settle down on Beau. The cat was somewhat worried that some part of him had been damaged, though without much pain. Letting out a breath, Tony moves himself upright and lays backwards, the dick inside of Beau forcing the cat to move upright. He couldn't pull away from Tony, he realizes.
Before he could fully panic on why he couldn't move his ass off the now-relaxing wolf's dick, Brett pushes him down on to the wolf, who lazily nips at Beau's neck and holds the cat's arms down by his wrists. "You just stay here with me." He teasingly instructs while the now-naked lion grabs Beau by the ankles and plunges painfully in to the cat's waiting pussy.
"That's it, Alanson; take it like a man." Brett purrs, releasing one of Beau's legs at a time after placing a kiss on the ankle. Between the knot in his ass and the mountain of lion leaning over him, he might as well have tied them down; no matter how flexible he was, they weren't going anywhere. "That's right; you're trapped." The lion adds, leaving in further and running a rough tongue over Beau's ear, who finds himself purring back. He pulls back and knocks forward hard enough to elicit a pained growl from the wolf, whose knot got tugged along with. But for Beau....
"Brett, please...." Beau whimpers, shifting around and trying to get some friction inside. The lion nuzzles him in response, then starts plowing in to him. The force of each blow stretched Beau out a little more, making his tight insides yield to the rough treatement of the barbed shaft. The cat could feel the texture of it even as it rushed in and out, but better was the slapping sound of flesh on flesh as every thrust connected. It made him feel like a whore, with the big lion's muscular body taking his pleasure without a care about Beau himself. Hills and valleys of muscle, all straining to push a throbbing dick in to him. The more he let himself think of himself as a whore, the more he noticed Brett's smell; unlike the stale smell of sweat and men, the lion had just come from wrestling practice, his sweat pouring fresh from dominating other males even before he started using Beau's body. Beau could feel the pulsating of an approaching orgasm, but he is once again dissappointed to discover that it wasn't his. His dick was rock hard and leaking juice, but it was Brett who shuddered with completion at the end of a thrust, filling Beau with a somewhat familiar sensation, then pulling out and letting the load trickle out.
"Still tight, Alanson. Nice." Brett smoothly compliments, high-fiving one of the bystanders. After all, he'd just gotten laid; Beau would have had to fight the urge to high five him, too, if he weren't held down and going out of his mind with lusty need. His jaw hung open, slackly, while the assembled crowd deliberated on who should fuck him next.
Half a dozen had a turn, but it all blurred together for Beau. They pressed in to his tight innards forcefully, roughtly, built him up with their merciless thrusting, and came and pulled out before he could have his own satisfaction. He whimpered each time with dissatisfaction, but none of them managed to get him off. Even Tony got tired of waiting for Beau to cum, and painfully popped his knot out in between partners to go shower and head for home.
Finally, as the crowd thinned out, the frustrated cat tears up. He wanted - needed - to get off, but no one seemed to care. He'd spent who knows how many hours draining the balls of other guys, a fact that shamed him more and more as those guys left him.
"Don't cry, Bo-bo. I'm here for you." Mike tells him, sitting once more on the edge of the bench. "It might be easiest for you to lower yourself down with what I have in mind."
Surprised, Beau sits up and looks his friend over. He had all but forgotten the position the bull had taken far away, and had thought the large athlete had skiddadled along with the others.
This was hardly the first time they were both naked together, but Beau had never really felt naked in the bull's presence before. The bull waits a second, then offers Beau a chirp of encouragment and beckons him over. Despite the soreness of his abused groin, the panting cat had stood up, stepped around, and approached a meaty embrace waiting to guide him along all before any thoughts of refusal crossed his mind.
"Thaaat's it.... Nice and slow." Mike coos, bracing himself up from behind on one arm and using the other to guide Beau's slit up to gigantic cock head. The cat whimpers as the large shaft teases against his lips, already aware of how much full penetration was going to hurt. He puts his hands on Mike's chest and grips at the rippling muscles while he is spread further, further, further.... With a gasp from Beau, the head finally slips, patiently and slowly, into an orifice not used to such stretch.
"Fuck...Oh fuck....." Beau whimpers, his body giving a shudder. Barely penetrated, and already he felt the chill of sweat break over his body. Gravity pressed him further still down on Mike's rock-hard dick, but the bull remained patient despite his obvious increase in enjoyment. Instead, the bull moved his hand to cup Beau's ass and provide some support.
"Nice and slow, Beau. You're tight and I'm big. I don't want you to tear." Mike cautions, easing Beau down with painful sloth. It took forever to get the bull all the way in. Beau felt things moving around inside to accomidate Mike, to the point where his breathing was reduced to short, shallow breaths by the time Beau felt melon-like balls against his backside. His legs had to spread extra wide against the football star's muscular chest, which would have hurt if not for the cheerleader's innate flexibility.
"Jesus, Mike...." Beau moaned, his body going limp in the bull's embrace, somewhat relieved there wasn't any more bull dick needing to be crammed in. Yet, despite how sore and stretched to the limit he was, Beau didn't protest at all when the roils of muscle around and beneath him began to shift, each slight movement a subtle reminder of just how big the monster within him was. Without too much more warning, the bull stood up, bringing the distended cat up with him. Beau cried out, both at the pain and the sudden flow of heat to his crotch. Mike's tongue dove in to Beau's open mouth, cutting off his cry most effectively. Wimpering with pain and need, Beau let his mouth be overrun by the faint taste of whatever sports-drink Mike had had during practice.
The bull started to walk, each step slipping an inch of bull out of Beau's slit and then thumping it back in, before Beau's back hit wall. Mike didn't stop, however, until Beau was firmly squeezed between wet, chilly tile and hot, hairy chest. Mike paused, lifting his lips from Beau's to examine his prize.
"Why did we ever wait this long? Jesus, Beau; you're so tight...."The bull breathed in to Beau's ear, following up his words with a thick tongue on the contours of Beau's wedged ear.Wordsof protest to the idea, to try and explain how they were two straight guys and how the stuffed slit between Beau's legs hadn't been there before, and shouldn't now, were instead replaced by a moan of need and Beau squirming. Mike diddn't miss a beat in pressing Beau more firmly against the wall and sliding his hands to Beau's face and shoulder to more fully immobalize the trapped feline. He further redoubled his efforts on the ear, detecting it correctly as one of Beau's most sensitive spots. The feline struggled to move, but the bull kept him locked tightly in a firm hold to endure the overwhelming treatement. The only thing Beau could do was grip Mike's horn and shoulder and pull them closer still.
When he was satisfied that Beau was putty, Mike finally released the breathless cheerleader's ear and let Beau's hands wander the bull's upper third. Pushing on Beau's hips, Mike held him to the wall and pumped the engorged organ inpaling Beau up and in. The bull's torso pulled back, and a hand from Beau's hip retreated to force the cat's leg upward, until Beau's ancle hooked on Mike's enormous shoulder. Beau grunted with the sudden pain, but it was forgotten with a rough thrust from the bull. The feline gasped, both from surprise of the act itself and surprise from how much more he felt with his legs split so far.
The bull continued, the force of his groin tearing Beau from the wall on each retreat and slamming him back against the shower tiles with each thrust. Beau's abused slit burned for its own destruction, quickly sending lightning bolts through Beau's body. The cat whimpered each time Mike rammed him, claws digging in to Mike's arms. Beau's whole body tightened with apprehension yet yielded submissively, frozen in trepidation for Mike's rough thrusts. Heat continued to build in Beau's slit, bringing him closer and closer to release....
And then it happened. Ecstasy flushed any thoughts from Beau's mind, from the sound of Mike's balls slapping against his butthole to his own name. Not even the massive bull plowing him against the wall registered at first, even when Beau's body spasmed against the meaty wall, then collapsed bonelessly against it. Blood pounded in Beau's ears as hard as Mike continued in on his defenseless crotch. Feline eyes slid shut, and darkness overcame Beau as his brain failed to compute the storm of bliss.
Beau came to slowly, and that made it much more difficult for him to take stock of himself and where he was. The first thing he recognized was pain; lots of pain. He felt like he had sat on a knife even before he slowly remembered what little treasure was now hidden there, throbbing like he still had someone pounding away in there. His ass was worst; something impossibly large was still in there and vibrating. With a groan, Beau tried to move but found himself stuck fast and deeply impaled.
"Easy there, Bo-bo." A familiar voice reassured him, though it was hard to hear over the wind, though the sound of the voice helped ground Beau. He was on a motorcycle, naked but for the leather jacket Mike had closed around the both of them in such a way that Beau's arms were immobolized by his sides and back pressed against Mike's bare chest so tightly he could count the bull's many abdominal muscles. The closenesscontinued further south, where Mike's insatiable cock had finished abusing Beau's pussy and speared him painfully up the ass. They were both still somewhat damp, but clean. Mike wore jeans, but had apparently not thought to dress Beau for their journey.
"We're almost at my place, and then we can pick up where we left off. Only this time, don't jizz on me. Real gay, Beau."
The cat barely hears Mike's words, save for the last which riddles him with embaressment. He was a straight guy with his bare ass-cheeks pressed firmly to another guy's bare hips, with a dick so far up his ass he could feel it with every breath. Worst, he had gotten off enough by being passed around the locker room like a cheap whore, his holes plugged roughly and often, that he creamed on another guy. Even now he finds himself speechless to demand Mike withdraw himself.
They finally park after an eternity of Beau's raw insides getting further abused by rock-hard dick carrying the rhythm of the engine and the imprefections of the road straight up Beau's spine. His heart betrays him by fluttering as Mike leans forward, dick sliding a tiny bit out then back in as Mike stands. Beau cries out as he is lifted by his hole, then walked to the door. Mike pauses before opening it to nibble Beau's neck and rudely wiggle a finger up Beau's aching cunt. Beau squirms at the surprise invasion at first, trying to resist but then overtaken even if the digit stings his velvety lips. The end of his struggling comes with a shiver down Beau's spine and a meek whimper.
"Looks like someone's ready for round three." Mike teases, twirling his keys around one finger while the other hand continued to rough up Beau's slit. His legs spasm as Mike walks him to the door and presses him against it with a grunt. It seems to take forever for Mike to get the door open, but when he does he marches Beau past the entryway in B-line for the kitchen, unzips the jacket, and lets Beau spill out onto the table, naked as the day he was born.
Beau isn't flat on the table before Mike grips him by the sides and starts slamming into him again. The weary cat's body gives a shiver, sagging down but for the hands holding it steady.
"I'm gonna fuck you till the sun rises." Mike growls in Beau's ear, his pace unwavering. Beau just whimpers, unure if he could bear it, but no words would escape.
The bull proves true to his word. Even when Beau cums all over the table Mike pulls out, flips Beau onto his back, and slams himself up the cat's slit without much interruption to his tempo. Large hands paw at Beau's body as the cat slips into the exhaustion fuled by the explosive orgasm. Two more times he wakes, cums, and slipps off before at last, sun bright in the sky, Mike roars out with his own orgasm. Despite earlier objections about Beau's cum getting on him, Mike pulls Beau into a close embrace as a torrent of seed sloshes in to Beau's abused cunt.
"Dude, you're such a fag." Mike mutters, cradling the exhaused feline and stealing a forceful kiss. Far too weak to resist, Beau let Mike wrestle his tongue in every corner of Beau's mouth. The smell of sweaty bull stud fills his nostrils and lingers even after Mike pulls away.
"How am I a fag? You just fucked me! You're the fag, Mike. And an asshole." Beau protests wearily, but the night's events almost made him doubt his convictions. He'd taken two teams worth of jocks in his holes, and he had LIKED it. He had begged for it. He had cum from it.
Mike snorts off the protest. "Yeah, whatever Bo-Bo. You've got a snatch. That makes fucking you like fucking a woman. You totally got hard when I fucked you. You like me fucking you?"
Beau refuses to answer. "I like women. I like boobs." He protests feeble.
"Yeah, whatever. So it's like I fucked a lezbo. Just need another one and it's the dream. But I'm not judging, Beau; I'm cool with you liking dick. Real cool with it. So cool with it that I'm gonna fuck you again tonight, too." Mike responds confidently, then steals another kiss to cut off further protests. "Come on. Let's get some sleep."
"But it's not what I wanted!" Beau yells. Somehow, he had gathered the guts to return to the little shop to "I'm a freak now! I wanted to get girls, not have the football team fuck me! Fix it! Turn me right again! So help me god I will sue you! I'll-!"
The monkey gives Beau a bored glance, and simply drops his pants as Beau conitinues his hysterics. The sight of his dong cuts Beau off, and the feline finds himself magnetized by it. In moments, Beau drops to all fours and docily takes the monkey between his lips, sucking his dick like it was the very focus of lust. His anger was not forgotten, but he can't help himself. He needed that dick. He needed to suck it, to please it.... "You said you wanted a lot of pussy sex. You said you wanted to be sexually irrisistable. I've given you both. It's not my fault you weren't specific enough. As for undoing it, well, as I said before the results are permanant. Perhaps I can special order you something that will attract women to you, but in the meantime I suggest you finish up here and get used to the idea of getting a lot of dicks pushed in to your very fine vagina. Like, for example, mine, and then that bull waiting for you outside if I haven't worn you out too much."