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The Railways inspector looked down on the reservation, his breath steaming in the air as he cursed loud and long and eloquently. His assistant quivered silently just behind, notebook at the ready. The otter never liked interrupting his boss' tirades. The big ram needed to let his anger out somehow, better off filling the air with expletives than other options; some of the walls in their office were still pockmarked with fist sized holes. This was going to be an expensive cleanup, and the Mayor wanted it gone before the next morning peak, which would mean shutting the line overnight, something that would cause the railway inspector no end of grief.

"That's the eighth this week alone; who the fuck are this crew anyway?"

"No one knows boss. The guys just call them the "Bullfuckers", for obvious reasons."

The ram grunted, sending another line of steam into the air. Obvious, but effective. This graffiti crew had sprung up suddenly, but they had been prolific in their short history. They always struck at night, and they covered their target with a psychedelic mish-mash of art and words before departing. Their calling card was now well known to the railway inspector; a stylised motif, showing a big bull getting bent over and assfucked by a grinning skater guy. The fucker changed though, sometimes an equine, sometimes a feline, sometimes a canine, sometimes a cervine, always grinning though, always balls deep in the bull. And the bull was always bellowing in pain while his erect cock sprayed a torrent of cum.

Just like this one; plastered all over the sides of the railway bridge just before Roylance station, where three suburban lines converged before entering the city. A nice spectacle for the respectable office workers heading in to start their day. Wildly coloured figures, a torrent of abusive words, and a stylised bullfucking in black with a silver five pointed star surrounding it.

"Well, we better find out more Dennis, because the Mayor is going ape droppings already. Who are they, where are they, and most of all why?"

His eyes narrowed, as he looked over the design. That bull looked in pain all right, eyes clenched and steam coming from his nostrils. Pity though; he looked like a hot number. The ram silently hoped somewhere there was a bull like that; if he had to choose between finding the crew and finding the bull, he would be sorely tempted to take the bull.

At the same time that the ram was looking down on the graffiti and contemplating his dilemma, the answer to some of his questions was looking out the window of the 8:11 to East Hampton. He saw the graffiti, and the stylised bullfucking design, but it evoked an altogether different response in this watcher. The bull closed his eyes, a sudden pain in his ass registering on his brain, remembered pains on butt cheeks and balls and tailhole; and a constant itch deep in his ass. He dropped his head into his lap and willed the train to eat up the miles to his station, a long long way from where it all happened. Hopefully far enough...though he doubted it would ever be far enough for his ass.

******

The young tiger was in heaven. He had been looking for something like this for weeks, but his crew had been lying low for a while and he hadn't had a chance. The Mayor of their city had announced a crackdown on graffiti, and more pointedly, on the artists who graced the city with their creations. It was as good a distraction from his latest corruption scandal as any, nothing like a law and order push to take attention away from brown envelopes full of cash and hookers piled high with coke.

The police had become far more aggressive under his insistent prodding, and mandatory prison sentences had started to be invoked with the pliant assistance of the state attorney general, who also had his own troubles with hookers and blow. Things were getting serious.

Here though, now here was a canvas. An abandoned industrial plant on the Western fringe, part of the city's decaying industrial heritage, with acres of perfect surface for their art. His friend had been right, this had a lot of potential. Large buildings, with flat galvanised iron sides, and even more enjoyable, tank farms everywhere.

He was standing in front of one of those, six big stainless steel cylinders, each over 10 metres high. What a surface to practice on, with three more just the same within 50 metres of where he was standing. And even better, all of it visible from the freeway just across a field. They would be seen by everyone as they sat bumper to bumper in morning peak traffic.

The tiger had cased the place carefully the previous night on his skateboard, using it to speed from one side of the plant to the other, then out and off to the nearest train station before anyone noticed him there. He had seen nothing to disturb him, and no cars were parked at the guard house, so he was in the clear. The fence carried warnings for trespassers, but they were mostly just a con he had found. A warning for the gullible, but nobody bothered spending the money these days.

Marty pulled out his sketchpad, drawing a rough outline of the plant, including the position of the roads and all the buildings and tanks. He pulled ineffectually on his pants which had sagged down below his ass, exposing the full swell of his taut butt encased in grey fabric bearing a designer label. He gave up quickly; besides, all the chicks loved the look of his ass, his fuffy tail swaying before it to draw attention to the dimpled perfection of his mounds. He was well fit, and wanted to show it off.

He was engrossed in his task, ears twitching and whiskers flicking, so he didn't hear the approach of trouble. The first he knew of his predicament was the feel of something pressing hard between his shoulder blades. The tiger froze, one paw on his skateboard, one on the concrete pad between a large building and the tanks. His ears flattened, and his whiskers quivered in fear. Opening his nostrils a little, he smelled what he should have smelled already, but for the breeze blowing into his face masking rather than delivering his stalker's scent. A bull...a sweaty, musky bull.

"Don't move kid. Put your paws behind your back nice and easy like."

The tiger tried to speak, but couldn't, instead just whimpering slightly while he moved his shaking paws to obey the whispered order from behind. Big hands clasped his paws, then he felt something snapped around them and heard a loud click.

"There, now we have you nice and secure. Come with me kid; this is not your lucky night."

Rough hands gripped his arm, and the tiger felt himself hurried bodily towards the building. He turned enough to catch a glimpse of his assailant; a blue uniform, with a badge for "City Security" and a name. Benetti.

"P...p...please...I"

"Can it kid. In here..."

The bull opened a door, pushing the young tiger through into a narrow corridor. He saw a big room, with glass partitions and computer equipment and lots of wires hanging from the wall, then he was pushed through a second door into a small square room. Another door led he knew not where.

"Here will do. Now...let's take a look at you."

The bull flicked a switch, and the overhead fluorescent lighting flickered into life. The tiger was stunned, blinking slightly. He thought power would have been removed long ago. The room was pretty bare, just a table, a desk, couple of chairs, and a set of lockers along one wall. There was a laptop on the desk, its screen glowing, and a cable running from the wall.

"Well well well kid...looks like you are in some serious shit."

The bull had pushed him against the table, and the tiger sat down uneasily, still wondering what to do. His every instinct told him to escape, but his bound paws would make that difficult. His captor had pulled his skateboard under one massive hoof, lazily sliding it back and forward, while he rummaged through Marty's backpack. A nice big grin began to break out on the bull's muzzle, and Marty could hazard a guess as to why.

"So kid...what do you think is going to happen when I call the police hey?"

Marty stammered, pleading, but he soon fell silent. He knew exactly what would happen. As part of the crackdown, the law had been changed to provide mandatory sentences for graffiti artists. Three years for a first offence, just for actually doing some. One year for even going equipped. That meant carrying the sort of things he knew were in his backpack.

"Don't suppose you have a permit for carrying these spray cans do you kid?"

"I left it in my other jeans" the young tiger gave an apologetic smile. He hoped playing it coy might get him off; it was his best hope anyway and he was going to give it a shot.

What the tiger didn't know was that the bull had been waiting for just an opportunity like this, and there was no way the young graffiti artist was getting away. Playing it coy just made the bull more determined to carry out his plan.

Bulls had a reputation in the city, plenty of muscle, not a lot of mind. It meant they had a mortgage on positions in security, the police force, bouncers, but not a lot else. It had created a brotherhood of bulls, in a sense, and the brotherhood had been on the receiving end of kids like this tiger for years. The new laws had given them an opportunity for some payback.

Frank Benetti had listened intently to the talk of his fellows when they gathered at the Corral, their guild HQ and watering hole, to chew the fat over a few kegs. What he enjoyed most though was the whispered conversations from some of his mates when they had a few onboard and loosened up a bit. Like when they described what they did with some of the punks they caught; no cops, no paperwork, but a lot of fun. Frank had been itching for some of that, and now the cat had wandered into his lair he wasn't letting this pussy escape.

"Nice try kid...don't give me any shit now. I've been watching you on CCTV since yesterday. Been sizing the place up haven't you. Looks like your artistic career is about to have a slight interruption. What...one year in the slammer? Unless of course I find some graffiti out there...would be a shame if one of your cans accidentally discharged on a tank side wouldn't it?"

The tiger had dropped the smile now, his fear returning hard. A year in prison...and it wouldn't be juvie this time.

The bull had just reached the same conclusion, as a further search of the tiger's backpack produced a wallet, complete with ID. He waved the kid's license at him accusingly.

"Fuck you are stupid kid. Going out to a target with your ID. So...Martin Matthews, DOB.....oh h oho kid, 18 years old. Looks like we know where you are spending the next year, and it won't be with kids will it? That ass is going to be popular...you will have loooooots of admirers Marty, all eager to get up close and personal every single night..."

"Ok! Please! Please, don't...don't report this...please.....I'll do whatever you want, just...please!"

Marty had broken down now, sniffling as the true horror hit him. One year inside, with adult prisoners.....all lusting after his tiger ass....oh God no...

"Well, we might have a deal kid, but you have to be very cooperative..."

"Please, anything!"

"Fine...bend over the table there."

The tiger stammered a little, but one look at the bull's forbidding face stopped any thought of mercy. He lay over the table, his face planted on the edge, and waited his fate, paws still cuffed behind him.

The bull whistled as he took in the sight of one very tight tiger ass, bent over the edge of the table encased in a delicious soft pair of briefs. Frank had a secret, one he never let on to anyone. The big macho bull loved nothing better than ramming his thick bull meat up some willing tailhole; well, maybe one thing he did like more, and that was ramming it up some unwilling tailhole. Willing or not, the tiger was in for a treat

Frank had first discovered ass fucking in school, breaking in half the water polo team. He could still remember the very first, a shy lithe husky who he caught perving on him in the showers when the bull came in from rugby practice. He had taken the kid back to a storeroom and shoved ten inches of thick bull stick down his curious muzzle, nearly choking the husky before he managed to get used to it and bring the bull close to eruption with lips and tongue and paws. That wasn't what Frank wanted though; he pulled the guy off and bent him over a storage cabinet, and it was then that the bull discovered his love of tight virgin guy ass, burying his thick meat into a struggling mewling husky boy with one big hand clamped over his muzzle to keep him quiet.

It had been a while since the beefy bull had enjoyed some tailhole, and he was looking forward to savouring it. First to play with his food a little though.

The bull looked around the room for what he wanted. There, over by the lockers, was what he needed. His eyes glinted as he trotted quickly over and came back to the shaking tiger, trailing a length of electrical cabling.

"Now, first to make sure you aren't going anywhere kid."

He knelt behind the cat, making sure the young tiger wasn't about to make a break for it, but he could tell by the shaking going on that the kid was too preoccupied being terrified to come up with a plan. One big hand closed over the kid's left ankle, and he secured it to the table with a double knot, drawing a gasp of pain from Marty when he pulled it closed tight.

"Stop moaning kid, and relax. Don't want to hurt you more than you deserve...hehe"

"Oh fuck....please...."

"If you wish kid..."

Marty didn't understand the last quip, just lying over the table trying to pretend he wasn't there while the bull secured his right ankle with a matching binding. He tried to rise off the table, arching his back to see what was going on, but the bull planted one big hand on his shoulders and roughly shoved him down onto the table again, smacking the tiger's head on the top with a loud 'thuck' and leaving Marty dazed.

"Now...I don't know about anyone else, but I am sick of you entitled little wannabes running over the city fucking shit up for everyone. I might not be about to run you into the cops, but I do think you deserve some punishment kid. And I'm just the bull to do the punishing."

Marty heard the sound of a belt being removed from pants, the soft swoosh as it slid through the loops, then a 'fwwwwwwww' as it sped through the air. He was terrified now, his dad had never even spanked him let alone tanned his ass bad, but now the huge bull looked like he was about to give Marty a first time...if only the tiger knew how many first times he would be having tonight.

"So kid...if you take it well, you only get twenty. Lift off the table though, or otherwise beg moan or fuck around, and you get extra. Capisce?"

"Please! Please don't..."

"That's extra already. I said no begging...capisce?"

"Yes...sir..."

"Nice! You're learning kid!"

The bull admired his handiwork for a moment, the curve of the tiger's ass so inviting, he had to touch. One hand caressed the mounds over the fabric of his briefs, then played with the tiger's long fluffy tail. Frank chuckled, feeling that tail. One of his favourite water polo conquests in school was a tiger, like this one, and he remembered the way he mewled like a kitten when Frank had pulled his tail up painfully, stretching the tiger's fuzzy taint before ramming his bullcock in with one thrust. The kid had bitten down on Frank's other hand hard enough to put an incisor through one finger, but the bull just fucked harder, slamming into that tight tiger ass until the kitty pleaded for him to stop. That taught the cat not to mess with a bull. He would have to remember to be careful of the teeth on this one.

"Now...a bad kitty like you doesn't get to wear his pants though...anyway, it looks like you dropped them already. You skater guys with your saggy pants...you practically beg to be whipped just to teach you to keep your fucking pants up in future."

Martin was about to protest, about to beg, but he bit his tongue instead as the bull slowly pulled his briefs down uncovering a taut ass. The tension made him quiver, and he clenched his butt repeatedly, making his cheeks shimmy up and down and his tail sway harder. Frank just enjoyed the view watching those delectable mounds of tiger ass, and catching glimpses of a deep cleft with a hint of pink rosebud above two furry testes just made to suck. The cat had the cutest dimples on the side of his ass, and every time he clenched they appeared then disappeared as he relaxed. Frank was mesmerised for a moment.

"Good...now, try to stay quiet pussy...or are you a real pussy after all?"

Suddenly, the bull struck. Marty heard a sibilant 'woosh' as the belt hurried through the air before a loud 'crack' reverberated round the small room as the thick leather impacted his ass. He choked down a sob as the searing pain shot through his butt, determined to give the bull nothing. Then he lay against the table and pulled in gasps as the pain slowly dissipated, and the bull waited for his next moment.

*crack*

*AAAAARGHHHH!*

In spite of his best efforts, the tiger couldn't hold back on that one. The bull had hit almost right on the spot he hit the last time, and Marty screamed out as pain built and built beyond his ability to control himself. He started to cry, soft little whimpers breaking through his muzzle.

"Soft little kitty...poor puss...here, let me help..."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh"

One hand gently stroked Marty's ass now, tracing the line of his belt marks, the touch soothing and arousing. The tiger lay back and relaxed, then realised he was becoming slightly hard to the bull's touch. He went ballistic then, fighting the bindings as the bull held him down.

"Tsk tsk tsk bad kitty...more extras for you."

"Noooooo!"

*CRACK*

The bull unleashed now, as the struggling tiger could only lay down and take it. He was sobbing openly, crying and pleading as the security guard bull flayed his ass, until it finally ended, leaving the tiger shaking and drooling snot totally exhausted and in a world of hurt.

Frank dropped the belt then and returned to admire the cat's ass. He grinned wide, feeling the heat coming off the kid's butt, almost too hot to touch. This was one well spanked pussy here. That was only the beginning though.

"You took that well kid...let me help you now..."

Frank stroked Marty, a slow, almost teasing touch, along each welt and bruise, finding the spots where strokes had overlapped painfully and drawn a little blood. His touch had the desired effect, with the cat lying quiet now, his sobs turning to soft purrs. Then Frank's fingers entered virgin territory, one baby soft tiger cleft. He started just under Marty's tail, tickling the kid before he ran his fingers down to a little puckered rosebud. The bull just stroked the crinkled lips for now, making the kid jerk and try to lift off the table, but Frank held him and continued on, starting a long rhythmic stroke on the kid's perineum. The purrs were getting louder, and he could feel a new tension in the kid.

"P...please....I don't...stop that..."

"Awwww kid...you did say anything right?"

"What?"

"You said you would do anything if I didn't call the cops..."

"Yeah?"

"Well...."

"Oh God! No! Please..."

"C'mon...tell me you aren't enjoying this kid"

Frank's stroking got harder, and longer, his fingers now reaching all the way to those beautiful tight tiger balls, so soft and squishy in their fuzzy sack. He rubbed them like a lucky rabbit's foot, drawing sighs and cries from the tiger, before working the kid's perineum again, the long soft patch of skin now clenching and twitching under his attentions.

"No! I don't...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Frank's free hand wasn't idle. He gripped a young tiger sheath, already bulging with semi hard pleasure, and jacked in time with the strokes on his taint. Before long he was rewarded with a hard barbed cock poking urgently against his hand, the tip already leaking.

"See...a bit of punishment, a bit of fun...don't say I'm the bad guy here Marty. I doubt the guys in prison would be so gentle now..."

"AGHHHHH!"

"Yeah, that is one tight boypussy...for a pussy...hehe"

Frank had let go of the tiger's leaking cock, now pressed hard against the kid's belly, and used the slick fingertips to probe his target, one tight virgin pucker. He had never felt one tighter...this was going to be a monumental fuck.

"PLEASE! TAKE IT OUT TAKE IT OUT!"

"Relax kid...learn to enjoy it...after all, this is the only lube you are getting before my bull meat has its turn."

Marty was in a world of pain now, his cock still straining against him under the unfamiliar sensations in his ass. It felt wrong...and so good, the thick blunt fingers stretching his hole painfully wide, scraping over his tunnel, driving in and then...

"Ohhhhh!"

"There, one sweet little boynut tiger. God I love virgin boypussy...always tastes best."

The bull pulled his fingers from the spread tailhole with a pop, bringing them to his muzzle for a long sniff. Hmmm so good...he wrapped his muzzle round then, licking luxuriously on the taste of boymusk, coating his hand well in bull saliva. Then he reached for his pants, unzipping and letting 12 inches of thick bull meat into the air. He jacked himself slow, using his saliva to slick up his cock, as he continued to tease the helpless tiger, jacking the rock hard barbed cock under him until pre spurts were dripping onto the concrete.

Marty felt the bull move, his hooves resting on the inside of the tiger's paws, knees against his thighs. The bull spread his legs, pulling the tiger into an even wider bowlegged stance, his tailhole opened wide and inviting, an invitation the bull was itching to accept.

"Now...open wide kitten...time for your feeding, and I know how much you tigers like some beef..."

He tried to fight, but the bull held him down effortlessly with one hand pressed into the back of his neck, while the other guided his pointed cock head to its target, one well fingered virgin pucker. The pre-slick tip kissed flesh, pressing hard against a quivering pucker, and waited for the tiger to relax his clenched ass, all the while grinning at the kid's futile attempt at resistance.

"AGHHHHH!"

"There kid...no longer a virgin now. Just a well fucked kitty hey?"

"Noooooo!"

Frank flexed his ass, driving the first three inches of bullcock into the straining cat. He watched it all the way, pink flesh sliding against a wide spread angry red pucker, drilling into virgin pussy. Then he stopped, just waggling his hips to make the cat roar and buck. He reached for that sweet kitty cock, the barbs rough against his hand, and started jacking. The tiger calmed then, laying perfectly still and quiet with three inches of beef buried in his ass. The quiet didn't last though; before long, Frank heard the tell-tale sound of purring.

"See...like that don't you Marty."

"No..."

"Yeah, I can feel it. Don't lie or I'll have to get my belt out again. I can feel your cock spurting on my hand. Feels good doesn't it, having a big male jacking your little kitty cock?"

"Pleeeeeeeeeeease"

"Awwww if you wish Marty. And how does it feel having a real man in your ass? So tight and hot like melted butter...gotta say this is the best boypussy I've ever fucked, the way it clenches and flutters round my cock. Haven't even got to the thick part yet Marty...best is still to come."

"Oh god AHHHH!"

"Yeah, best way to break in a boypuss like this is to hammer away at the nut just there...like it don't you..."

"NoAHHHHHH!...AHHHHH....AHHHH!"

The bull swung his hips into a power fuck, slapping his cocktip into the tight ball of nerves deep inside his victim that would send waves of pure pleasure through the mortified cat. This always broke them...from the husky, to the tiger, to the big stallion who was his first equine, a fellow wrestler he beat in a personal grudge match and got the ultimate prize as reward, a virgin pony tailhole. The big stud had talked a good game, but once he had been beaten and the bull popped his cherry, the stud became a whining bitch, begging for Frank to hammer his intestines and pound a big fat pony nut into oblivion. They always became his bitches, just like this skater kid now.

"Oh...oh...oh...oh,..y...yes...yes....oh..."

Frank bent over his slack conquest, nuzzling the back of his neck, nibbling on his soft fluffy eartips and teasing the kid with his voice as he took his time, waiting five seconds before slamming in to the hilt then sliding out slow. By now Marty could only grunt and drool onto the tabletop.

"Yeahh...that's one sweet boypussy isn't it" *slam*

"Ungh!"

"Bet you didn't know how good this could feel, getting your ass filled by a real stud?" *slam*

"UNGH!"

"How does it feel kid, my cock spreading your guts niiiiice and deep." *slam*

"UNGH!"

"How's it feel losing your cherry like a punk? Maybe you'd like some time inside kid...plenty of guys to treat you like this every night!*SLAM*

"UGHGHGHGHGH!"

Frank could feel the kid start to shudder, his tailhole clenching faster and faster while his barbed cock throbbed in the bull's hand. The kid was close...time to fuck his mind real good. The bull pulled out again, waiting with just the tip inside the tiger's ravished ass, then sliding in nice and slow and stopping a fraction short of the kid's nut. He rocked his hips to a slow waltzing beat...IN out ouuuut IN out ouuuuuut IN out ouuuuuut....every time stopping with his cocktip agonisingly close to Marty's spasming nut. The kid was on the edge...and he was going to stay there.

It took a few thrusts before the tiger realised the impending jizz explosion growing in his balls was receding again, so close and yet so agonisingly far. His balls burned, his ass burned, his tailhole felt like it had razorblades scraping over it, and he needed to cum like never before in his life.

"P...please..."

The bull lay over the tiger now, his chest crushing the smaller cat onto the table, his legs rubbing all up the inside of the cat's own thighs and calves, his breath warm on the back of his neck. Marty could smell bull everywhere, bull precum, bull sweat, bull musk...he could smell his own tailhole on the bull's breath, his own sweet tiger funk. He felt a warm muzzle against his ear as he mewled, so close to orgasm he was spewing a constant stream of clear pre onto the concrete.

"Now little kitty...beg me to finish you."

"No...please...just let me cum..."

"Not until you ask nicely kitty."

"Please!"

"Awwwwww not nice enough bitch...be a good little kitty bitch and beg me to pound your boypuss."

"Please...just....do it already..."

The bull pulled back, until just the tip was inside, and reached for his captive's cock. One palm wrapped round the tip and massaged in slow circiles while the tiger writhed under him.

"Beg!" and he bit down on the scruff of Marty's neck, a harsh bull bite that almost drew blood, while he thrust in hard, and just short of a needy tiger nut.

"Ahhhhhh please! Fuck me sir! Fuck my ass hard...please...I'll be your bitch, just please...fuck me!"

Frank let out a long low bellow and slammed forward, burying his cock to the hilt in the helpless tiger, a fat pair of bull balls slapping into the soft fur of one tiger taint. Again and again he fucked, and the tiger purred out his pleasure, claws rasping over the belly of the bull crushing him to the table. He clawed wildly, digging into skin in his release, as a long built up cum finally came crashing out and the cat sprayed a new kind of graffiti in kitty jizz everywhere while his ass tried desperately to milk a load from the bull fucking him like a bronco in heat. It didn't work though, and when Marty came down from an orgasmic high, he realised with surprise and a little terror that the bull hadn't cum yet.

Frank wrapped his body round the tiger, now whimpering as the receeding pleasure of his orgasm left the harsh reminders of his many hurts exposed like the sea going out to reveal the shore. A deep burn in his anus, a sharp pain in his tailhole, and a deep throb in his butt cheeks told him he would be a sore cat tomorrow. And the bull hadn't even cum once.

"There you go kitty...don't say I'm not generous. Now...time for some fun for me..."

The cat groaned loudly as the bull pulled out an rammed forward, driving all the breath from his body, and began to fuck with renewed vigour. Frank hadn't had a boypussy this good in ages, and he wasn't going to waste it.

By the time he sent the shaking kid on his way, skateboard rumbling as he sped across the concrete dispatch pad towards the gatehouse, the bull had dumped two thick loads of bull milk into his ass and one last ecstatic load into his muzzle, the kid drinking all his milk like a good bitch. Three sprayed jizzpools on the floor showed Frank the kid had liked it in spite of himself. He had pointed it out to the tiger, once he finally let him go, the ashamed kid bowing his head unable to look.

There was a new burn in Marty's tailhole, one he knew would last longer than any of his graffiti. It itched at him all the way home. Once he was safely in his bed, the tiger had reached for his anus, gently probing with one finger, wincing as he touched a sore spot, but soon murring with pleasure at the touch. It horrified him and excited him at the same time; he knew he had to talk to someone though, and he knew just who to talk to.

*****

Frank was sitting in his chair again, enjoying a cup of instant coffee from a thermos. He was well into another boring shift at the factory, his glance occasionally going to the CCTV composite on his screen before returning to the book in his hands. He should be doing rounds, but the bull had worked out that he could stay in here all night and keep up a watch with the cameras. He was very grateful they hadn't been shut off yet.

He grinned a little, remembering the feel of the kid's ass from the previous night. Now there was one sweet piece of ass, that boypussy so hot and tight. He felt himself hardening a little at the memory. The bull was about to grant himself some 'personal time' in the bathroom next to his little office when a hint of motion on one of the CCTV feeds caught his eye. Zooming in, he recognised the intruder; it was the tiger from last night, pushing his skateboard casual as you like along the roadway towards the main factory building. If he kept on this way, the tiger would be joining him in seconds.

Frank watched, his eyes two pools of brown lust. He didn't know what the fuck the kid was thinking coming back here, but he didn't really care. There was a growing thick bullcock in his pants needing attention, and the memory of that hot ass was still fresh. If he was stupid enough to chance it, Frank was happy to oblige him. Little Marty was going to get a fresh assfull of bull cum.

The bull stood, checking his revolver, and waited. He heard the sound of the skateboard now, the low rumble as it rolled over the concrete outside, then the sound of the kid stopping and kicking it into his paws. A door opened, and pawsteps sounded in the corridor. Then a familiar orange black and white face peeked round the open doorway.

"Well kid...I thought you had enough last night."

The kid just stood for a moment, his skateboard in one paw, watching the bull and smiling shyly. Then he sauntered casually into the room, while the bull followed every step intently, his ears flicking slightly and his tail swaying, the little tuft on the end describing small loops in the air. Then the kid stopped near the lockers, still smiling shyly. Frank's tail stopped in midair, waiting, wondering.

Marty was shaking under his veneer of calm, but he knew what he had to do. Reaching into the small backpack behind him, he pulled out a single can of gold enamel paint. He shook it, three times slowly, all the while smiling at the increasingly puzzled bull, then carefully sprayed a rather artistically rendered anarchy sign on the lockers in bold gold colouring. The bull's eyes bugged out, wide and staring, the hairs on his chin quivering in indignation.

"The fuck! Kid...what the fuck are you playing..."

The bull stopped suddenly, his eyes if anything bulging wider, as the unrepentant tiger merely dropped the can and reached for the waistband of his briefs, showing well above his sagging jeans. He pulled them down slowly, teasing the bull, his long feline tongue licking his lips sensually, and revealed an already throbbing sheath, with a length of glistening pink kitty boy cock extended hungrily from it's maw.

"Guess I need more punishment Mr security guard..."

"The fuck you do! Come here!"

Marty sauntered over to the table, still bearing the wires used to tie his paws the previous night. With a wink, he bent over the table, wiggling his bare ass and tail at the bull.

Frank managed a strangled gasp, seeing that ass again. His nostrils flared, and he picked up the scent of his own cum still rich and pungent dripping from that exposed tiger hole. His cock sprung out of its sheath entirely, tenting his trousers and making him moo loud and deep. This was going to be one hell of a night.

"You are one seriously fucked up kitty...I like that. Reminds me of school...so many horny guys just itching for some bullcock stuffed under their tails. You got the itch Marty?"

"Oh fuck in the worst way. Please....please, I've been bad..."

"Oh you have kid...so so bad..."

The bull carefully placed his revolver on the desk and walked over to the prone tiger, his hooves sounding loud on the concrete. He let one hand caress those mounds of taut tiger flesh, drawing appreciative sighs and moans from the kid. Well, no sense in waiting, he thought. This one is in heat already.

"Ready for some bullcock Marty?"

"Please!"

"Here it comes kid..."

The bull had dropped his uniform trousers and his boxers, the thick shaft of his cock swaying in the air in front of him. As he stepped up to the kid's ass, presented oh so invitingly for him, he hucked up some saliva to coat his aching cock, and then pressed the tip against Marty's rosebud. Frank just studied it for a moment, enjoying the anticipation. It was still red and puffy, one well fucked boypussy. As he rested his cocktip against it, he felt the abused opening gripping his cock, the muscles contracting and relaxing as the kid almost tried to pull him inside with his sore ass. The bull grunted a long deep grunt of lust, and gripped his cock near the base to line it up with the sweet boypussy of his dreams, anticipating the pleasures to come.

The next thing he knew, Frank was on the floor, and it wasn't pleasure filling his brain but the worst pain he had ever experienced. His balls were on fire, shrieking pain arcing through his groin and into the rest of his body. He shuddered, letting out incoherent mooing noises, legs shaking and body twitching, while his cock let out a long stream of bull piss onto the concrete. He wanted to get up, he wanted to cup his agony filled testicles, but all he could do was twitch.

"Well done Marty. Got him right where we wanted him."

The bull felt rough hands on him then, several of them. In spite of his massive bulk, the hands managed to pull him to his hooves with difficulty, and he felt himself pushed over the table that he had just been about to fuck the tiger over. Hands worked diligently on his ankles, then his wrists, and Frank realised his predicament through the haze of pain.

He was tied sort of spreadeagled, bent over the table like a side of beef for the butchers. His hooves and ankles had been tied to one set of legs, his wrists to another completely immobilising him. As he felt control return slowly to his body, Frank tested out the strength of his bindings, but couldn't budge them. Bellowing in frustration and anger, he was about to go completely berserk and try to tear the table apart when he felt something cold on the back of his scrotum.

"I suggest you stop struggling mate. One million volts...right into your nutsack. Not sure a second jolt is a good idea, might fry a ball. Maybe two...that would be a shame wouldn't it..."

Frank stilled immediately, his muzzle quivering. The voice was a new one, not the cat. He sensed several figures around him, and he turned his head to try and see them all. He caught a glimpse of a smiling deer, a frowning Doberman, and the cat, Marty. The tiger was looking at him a little sadly, but his shy smile was now no longer shy, it was decidedly feral.

"Who the fuck are you? Let me go or you are in so much shit..."

"Really? We're in shit? Can I remind you which one of us is tied over a table with his ass open to the breeze?"

The voice was deep and strong, young but not intimidated. Frank caught something in it, something he recognised, but he wasn't sure what. Then the scent hit his nostrils...equine, unmistakable.

"You are trespassing horse, add assault, and you are in the shit. I can help you but..."

"Oh? How about what you did to Marty last night."

Frank shuddered a little now. Looked like the cat had friends...this was not going the way he expected.

"Fine, look, just let me go, we call it quits..."

The group around him all laughed now, a menacing laugh full of amusement and hunger. He knew that laugh, and the bull shivered, even though it wasn't cold. He clenched his ass involuntarily, broad cheeks quivering as his tail clamped down the length of his crevice.

"Well picked bull...yep, your tailhole is going to have a fun night. See, your little funtime last night kind of pushed a few of us over the edge, and we had a meeting. You managed something special bull, making the leaders of the five best graffiti crews in the city come together. We've had enough of the shit you and your mates have been dishing out. And no one, no one messes with my crew like you did with Marty. You made a bad choice Frank...a very bad choice. We're declaring war and you are the first casualty."

"How the fuck do you know my name?"

"Ohhh I know a lot about you mate, you'd be surprised. Frank Benetti...age 23, engaged...sure your girl would like to know what you get up to hey? We've been learning about you, and we've been waiting here for you to show up for your shift. Pity you never checked the bathroom like you were supposed to."

The bull writhed a little but didn't speak for now, he needed time, and a plan. This horse wasn't going anywhere soon.

"Guess we know who you are, so I should do the introductions. Razor..." the big buck dead in front smiled and waved at the bull. "Bones..." now the Doberman gave a little bow. "Patch and Artie..." the bull heard a shuffling and turned to the left to see two wolves, one with a light patch over his right eye, wave a paw with bored expressions on their faces One of them caught his attention; a wolf with black fur and brown face, his face was partly hidden though behind a portable camera. The bull shuddered at that.

"You know Marty of course...and I'm Tiny. We are your worst nightmare beefy, and it's time for some payback."

"You fuckers are going to AGGGGHHHHHH!"

Frank felt a big hand close on his testicles, fondling gently before squeezing hard, so hard he thought he might black out from the pain. He whimpered as the grip was released, then he felt something new...something wrapping tight around the top of his scrotum.

"That's not nice beefy. You need to be quiet and well behaved. As a little reminder, I think this should do nicely...pity about your nuts though."

The bull screamed as he felt the top of his scrotum suddenly clinched tight, the tie causing him agony as his big pair of bull balls was constricted painfully. Then he screamed again as it felt like someone stomped on his balls. The poor tormented bull saw stars as pain coursed through his groin.

"There...now, listen good bull. I've tied off your scrawny nutsack with electrical wire attached to a nice heavy weight. Just dropped the weight...oops, I'm a clumsy pony. If you cooperate, I might cut it off. If you don't, I might leave it till your balls fall off just like castrating a bull on a farm. If you really piss me off, I might attach a second weight and drop it again tearing your balls off in one hit. Understand beefy?"

"Oh God oh God please...please...don't...don't do that again..."

The whimpering bull felt a gentle hand caressing his scrotum, the feather touch so light and arousing he couldn't believe it. The fingers drifted up the back of his scrotum, stretched tight and turning an angry red, then played with the hairs on his broad perineum. In spite of his predicament, frank felt his cock stirring in its sheath.

"There...that's a good little bull. Maybe you will get your balls back after all."

"Please, just...let me go. I'll be good I promise."

The horse just laughed at that, the laughter rippling round the figures surrounding him.

"Oh you will be good...better than anyone any of us have had...with an ass like this, I'm already imagining the feel of splitting your tailhole beefy..."

Frank felt the fingers lingering on his taint, the horse teasing mercilessly, before tracing the terrified circle of his tailhole. He clenched tight, trying desperately to persuade his assailants to back off. The horse just nickered and probed at his pucker, one blunt equine finger pressing and probing until it forced its way inside his tight clenched anus. The bull grunted, ashamed...and felt his cock suddenly pushing out to slap against the underside of the table.

"Hmmm nice beefy. I'm going to enjoy this a lot. Looks like you are too. I think Marty should get first crack though...being fair and all."

Frank heard hooves scrape on the floor, and smelt the scent of equine close at hand. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a figure moving, approaching his head from the left. Big body, brown fur, wearing low hanging khaki shorts, black feathering. He tilted his head back and took in the sight of a big tall equine maybe 18, with a wicked grin on his muzzle and evil in his eye. Frank started transfixed.

"So...you ready Marty?"

Frank felt the hairs on his butt tingling, then the touch of paws. At first he felt them stroking, and it felt so good. Then he felt claws, rasping harder and harder until they broke the skin and he was grunting in pain. One clawtip traced a line across his left butt cheek and into his cleft, the sharp claw scraping painfully across his taint while the bull bellowed and cried out. Then he felt the claw withdrawn, and something worse take it's place...a barbed erect kitty cock.

"This a virgin bull ass?"

The bull heard his young tiger kid now, but this time the kid wasn't so submissive. He heard an edge in the voice, an edge of lust and mischief. He panted hard, trying not to beg.

*SLAP*

"Owwww!"

Marty sized up the bull's broad ass for a moment, little pink tongue slightly extended as he imagined the feel of that warm hole wrapped round his cock. He slapped one cheek, claws extended, drawing a nice howl of pain from the security guard.

"I said...is this a virgin bull ass?"

"Y...yes..."

"Nice..."

"AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The tiger lined his cock up and pressed, hard, feeling the pucker resist strongly until he gripped those distended balls and squeezed. Unable to keep his ass closed under the painful assault, the bull felt his tunnel torn open as a long hard tiger cock violated his virgin tailhole and speared in to the hilt, spreading his tunnel as it drove inside. With a sense of defeat, he felt a pair of soft fuzzy balls kissing his taint...the cat had taken him like a bitch in one thrust.

"Yeahh...that's one sweet bullpussy isn't it" *slam*

"Ungh!"

"Bet you didn't know how good this could feel, getting your ass filled by little punk kid like me?" *slam*

"UNGH!"

"How does it feel big stud bull, my cock spreading your virgin ass niiiiice and wide." *slam*

"UNGH!"

"How's it feel losing your cherry like a punk? How many times do you think six horny teenagers can fill your pussy big bull daddy...want to find out?*SLAM*

"AGHHHHHH!"

The inexperienced teen began wildly fucking now, his hips a blur as he powerfucked the helpless bull. Poor Frank had his head drooping over the end of the table, his muzzle open and drooling as he felt the tiger taking his ass and making him a good cow. That wasn't the worst part though...he felt every thrust, the pain building in his ass, but something else was building, a deep seated burning need, a tingling that grew and grew as his first hard assfucking continued. His cock suddenly ejected a line of precum, and he smelt the tang of his own seed, thick in the air. The horse smelt it too, spreading his nostrils wide before looking down on the bull with a condescending leer.

"Glad to see you like it Frank...would hate it if you didn't enjoy yourself..."

"No!"

Marty couldn't believe the feel of his first ass, the hot sweet sensation all over his cock as he powerfucked the trussed up bull. It was too much to take, and all too soon he felt his balls clench, throwing his head back and roaring as he unloaded his nuts into the bull's abused ass. He stood still, panting, his tail twitching behind him for a while, before he reluctantly pulled out, looking down to see a gusher of cum spew from the bull's red asslips, one long string still connecting the tiger to his prey. He wiped his slick cock on the bull's furred ass, then stepped back to recover. His place wasn't vacant for long though; a big deer had been eyeing off his fuck with wildly aroused eyes, his long cervine cock aching in his pants. He wasn't going to wait.

The panting bull was just recovering from his first fucking when he felt the pointed tip of a deer cock against his sore pucker. He begged piteously for a break but Razor wasn't listening, and the horny deer shoved his full ten inches inside with one thrust, forcing a torrent of tiger cum to spurt out of the bull's ass and drip down his aching scrotum to the floor. The buck was soon fucking wildly, amazed at the feel of hot bull ass as much as the feel of his new friend's jizz warming and lubricating the quivering tunnel. His hands locked on wide spread hips, and he fucked with an easy rhythm, all the way out, all the way in to slap his balls against their captive.

The equine watched, enjoying the show, as his sometimes rival enjoyed the delights of bull ass. The deer was in heaven, that much he could see, his head back and eyes half lidded in pleasure, tongue lolling out the side of his muzzle. The deer caught sight of Tiny and gave a wink and a grin, slapping the bull's ass with each new stroke and driving pained grunts from Frank. The horse could smell the result too...a growing tide of bull musk coming from the trapped guard. He dropped to his knees for a moment, peeking under the table. There...one hard bullcock, dripping a line of pre. He stood and stroked the bull's head, then bent down to whisper in his ear.

"Good to see you enjoying like a good bitch. Think I might enjoy your muzzle a little bit Frank...no teeth now, or your balls might not like the result."

Frank looked up forlornly at the ringleader, this devil horse before him. He knew better than to beg for mercy. The grinning equine saw him looking and slowly dropped his shorts, revealing a huge bulge against the fabric of his briefs. As the bull stared, he pulled them over his bulge, a long thick equine cock revealed in all it's pink and black mottled glory, slapping his belly as it reached full length. Frank watched it mesmerised as it pulsed in the air, over twelve inches of horsecock above a velvet black sheath and pair of massive balls.

"Like what you see beefy? Let's just say Tiny is meant to be ironic..."

"Ugh!"

An extra powerful thrust from the deer made him grunt, but couldn't make him stop staring. Frank remembered his first equine, a big stud like this one. They had been rivals in the same wrestling team, both huge, both leaders but only one could be captain and take the heavyweight spot. Their bickering and fighting forced the coach to extreme measures, telling the two to sort it out and come back to him or they were both out.

They had arrived at a novel solution, after trying to beat each other to a pulp. A bout, in secret, no holds barred, winner take all. And they both agreed all meant all.

The two massive muscle teens met in the darkened gym, naked and sweating, and got down to it immediately. Their bout was long and tight, both inflicting pain and yet unable to get the decisive break.

Then the two ended up lying on each other, the equine on top, in a perfect 69 position. The two teens grunted and flexed, trying to break the other and get a decisive hold. Frank found his snout buried in the groin of his opponent, his nostrils full of the scent of teen stud. Musk. Sweat. Fresh sperm. Sheath...a few snorts of that heady aroma, and his cock surged, poking into the muzzle of his opponent.

Almost in a trance, Frank had poked his tongue out, lapping at the lips of the equine's sheath, then slipping inside to suckle on the rich sheath musk of a stud stallion. His tongue touched warm flesh...a broad thick flare, buried inside, and he tasted his first taste of boy pre as the startled equine reacted to the touch of a tongue on his sensitive flare.

Frank had sensed an opening, as the aroused and distracted horse let his grip slacken for an instant. It was all he needed, tossing the horse onto his front and slamming down on his back, pinning the horse and locking his head in a full nelson the other boy couldn't break. He felt the stallion weakening, his resistance crumbling, and he straddled his hips in triumph, a fat bull sheath sliding along the stallion's ass crack. Then almost casually, he had taken his first pony tailhole while the stallion bucked and whinnied beneath him, cursing and crying out as his virgin ass was violated. It felt so tight, and so hot, and it went on and on forever until he was buried to the hilt. He could feel a big pony nut right next to his cocktip and a flex of his hips nailed it, making the horse squeal and shudder.

It wasn't long before the previously struggling equine was pushing back onto his thrusts and begging for it harder, his nut swelling and pulsing until Frank's orgasm pushed the pony into his own shattering release.

Frank had the honour of seeing the coach. The horse was too ashamed to join him.

Now Frank realised it was his turn to be made into a whining bitch as the rutting stag pummelled his ass. He felt the long thin cock pistoning into him, just grazing his bull nut but not hitting it hard enough. The burn in his ass built, but didn't crest, and instead the pain in his balls grew and grew as seed pumped in ready for orgasm that never came, and he slammed his head down in frustration while the deer unloaded his own cargo of thick teen jizz inside the bull's guts.

"That's it beefy...now time for some muzzle action..."

Frank felt something on his muzzle, something flat and broad. It smelt musky, slick with sex and heat, and he opened his muzzle greedily, needing it. Lips opened wide, and he felt the broad flat end of a horsecock slip into his muzzle, the taste tingling on his tongue as urine and teenage spunk registered. Then he had to fight to breathe as the stallion drove his cock in without waiting for the bull to adjust, battering its way down his throat as he felt his lips spread wider by the hard ridge of a medial. He adjusted quickly though, tongue sliding along the underside of Tiny's cock, hips lips nuzzling at the shaft as the stallion fed him more and more horsecock until the bull felt velvety sheath on his lips.

"Ohhhhh yeahhh....nice beefy...you like that don't you bitch"

The bull could only grunt as his muzzle was filled with horse, but he agreed before he could stop himself. He was a bitch for these horny teens...the shame couldn't hide the reality.

Razor slapped Frank's ass playfully and pulled out, releasing a small river of mixed cum from a well fucked rosebud. The buck slowly circled around, exchanging a high five with the stallion buried to the hilt in bull muzzle and watching admiringly as his new colleague wrapped his hands around the bull's horns and started muzzlefucking hard. His eyes glowed as he saw those big equine balls swaying with each thrust, slapping the bull under the chin. He would have to get some quality time with that stallion...

It was the turn of the Dobie now, and he had been on the boil for a while watching the others have the bull. He pulled down his shorts so fast his cock snapped down caught in the elastic, before slamming against his belly when it was released and quivering like an arrow. The others shared a grin and a laugh as he lined his thick red Dobie cock up with the bull's pucker; nice and red now, like a bullseye. This Dobie archer wasn't about to miss the target.

"UMPFGHhH!"

Bones pushed in hard, all the way to his knot. The bull's ass was nice and slick, and loose after the early fucking, so it wasn't difficult. The Dobie woofed at the incredible feelings suddenly engulfing him, his cock had never felt like this in a pussy. He looked up to see the stallion grinning at him while swaying his hips slowly, tail swaying and mane dripping sweat onto the bull's head as he steadily muzzlefucked their captive. Tiny winked at him and blew a kiss, and the Dobie groaned as he felt his balls clenching. He wanted to wait so bad, but his body couldn't take any more. The wait, the scent of fuck, the sheer arousing sight of his fellow artists defiling the bull pushed him to the edge and a few short thrusts were all it took before a third load of teenage seed joint the others in Frank's distended ass.

The embarrassed dog blushed hard, while his mates laughed and gave him a pat on the ass and a word of advice. God he felt like a dickhead.

"Don't worry Bones...plenty of time for seconds and thirds. This bull is a long way from full."

Before he could become too disheartened, Bones felt one of the wolves close, rubbing his ass playfully as he pulled out. They shared a woof of encouragement, and he saw Patch take his place, a thick red wolfcock spreading an even redder bull tailhole as the punishing continued. Soon the wolf was slapping his hips into the wide pillow of bull flesh like his colleagues, revelling in his first deep assfucking and finding a new favourite pastime for the future.

All the while Patch and then Artie fucked the bull, Tiny kept slowly muzzlefucking him, watching the others take their pleasure in humiliating the bull. Each wolf howled loudly when they came, Artie after an extra hard thrust that tied the poor bull, breaking his already ravished tailhole with a thick wolf knot. That drew a gurgling cry from Frank, and a fresh round of laughter from the crew. The stallion laughed loudest, stroking the bull's cheeks and pulling out until his swollen cock popped free of its warm muzzle sheath. The bull panted hard, finally able to breathe deep and recover a little from the hard gangbang. He wasn't to be allowed much respite though.

Tiny sauntered around behind his victim. He could take in the glorious sight before him, the bull bent over the table, muscled body still for now, his back rising and falling as he sucked in air. His tail sagged down low, shielding a long broad bull crack ineffectually. The stallion could still see everything, the red raw circle of his pucker, oozing a constant line of teenage spunk, the long stretched scrotum, and the angry dark mass of trapped bull balls. He flicked them playfully with one finger as the bull bellowed.

"Bet they hurt now beefy"

"Oh God..."

"Bet you need to cum bad too..."

The bull whimpered at the mention of cum. His balls ached, swollen terribly and filled to the brim with seed. Each new fuck drove him wild, the stimulation building his arousal and holding it just short of the cliff. He ached, he needed, and he could almost feel sperm bleeding from the skin of his balls. Then the stallion began to tease, sliding one finger up and down his wet perineum dripping with cum. The whimpering got louder.

"Ask me nicely and I might let you Frank."

"Oh God please!"

"More than that beefy."

"Please, just let me cum."

"No...you need to beg like a good bitch and ask me to fuck you. For the camera" and he winked at the wolf, still recording and smiling.

"Oh God no.."

"Then no cum for you beefy."

"Please...please fuck me..."

"Stud..."

"Please fuck me stud...please..."

"More" and the stallion drove his fingers to the knuckle, feeling for a swollen bull nut...there,nice and throbby.

"AGHHHHH! Please, for God sake, please fuck me, hard, I need it, oh God, please I'm your bitch, a good little cow, please stud fuck me hard and make me cum now I need it so much!"

The bull was babbling, all six teens laughing at his distress. The stallion had what he wanted though, the bull broken and lost, a tormented bitch made that way by six young punks. Payback was sweet...and about to get sweeter.

"Nice beefy...heartfelt too. I could tell you meant it..."

The stallion pulled out his pocketknife, toying with the sharp blade a moment. One slice...he wondered what it would feel like. Instead, he hooked the blade under the wires clenching around the top of Frank's scrotum and pulled. There was a crashing sound, soon drowned out by a bellowing cry from the bull as he suddenly felt circulation returning to his poor balls and wished it hadn't, the agony too much to bear. He had new sensations to deal with soon enough though, as a broad flat horsecock touched his sphincter and didn't let up, spreading and stretching on its way inside.

"Oh God please take it slow you're huge."

"Nah...that's not the way to take a bitch. This is."

And the stallion speared his victim to the hilt in one thrust.

The fuck was brutal and wild, Tiny rutting the helpless bull like a feral stallion in spring, fast power thrusts taking that ass until the bull was almost numb. His little nut wasn't though, and every thrust slapped against it hard, until he was grunting under each new penetration on the way to his long needed cum. The babbling bull was back, and he didn't care how much he humiliated himself. All he could think of was the need to be fucked into orgasm, now.

"Ohhh...yeah...yes...yes...yes...more...harder...harder...yeah...there...oh God...oh God...yes...yes...yes...more....AHhh...AHHHH....MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

The wild moo echoed round the room, a deep bellow from the depths of Frank's need and despair and relief. Then another sound came, like a hose suddenly turned on full, as a flood of bull milk sprayed across the floor in six powerful spurts. The room suddenly stank, pungent with bull seed overwhelming the scents of teen cum and sweat and fear, and all the guys sniffed its intoxicating scent while their cocks twitched in appreciation. Ohhhh once would not be enough. Never ever enough.

"Hey Razor...see if you can shut him up a bit will ya?"

The grinning buck walked up to the guard's muzzle, ruffling his drooping head. He thought about a muzzle job, but had a better idea. Instead, he dropped his briefs exposing a taut deer ass, brown fur and cute white patch over his butt, and a short stubby tail. The lewdly grinning buck then backed up to Frank's muzzle, forcing the bull to sniff his ass and spreading his cheeks to allow better access.

"Think I need a bit of tongue action mate."

The stallion was impressed, and totally aroused watching his fellow teen facesitting the hapless bull. He wasn't about to stop this show.

"Better clean him out nice and deep beefy...I want that ass shining..."

"No..no...no...AHHHH"

"Don't make me tie your nuts again mate..."

The terrified bull poked out his tongue, sampling the musky deer crevice in front of him. He breathed hard, sucking in a lungfull of air, and a lungfull of smell, the scent of boypussy, jock scrotum, cum, and the deep musk of teenage male. His mind clouded over, drinking in that scent, and he breathed in another lungfull, mooing softly. Then he began to lap greedily at the buck, from the back of his scrotum to his tiny pucker, desperate to force his tongue inside to taste that sweet funky well. Razor pushed back hard, helping him out, as the sensation of his first ever ass eating made his cock sway in midair spurting a slimy constellation of precum stars to fall on the concrete.

The stallion resumed his hard fucking, pounding on the bull's prostate and forever breaking his ass to the feel of a big dominant male. The others had started the rot, but it took a stallion to finish him, and now the bull was lost, a cock slut and bitch to big studs like the stallion forever. The realisation broke him, and Frank cried even as he ate out the buck, wanting every last taste. He hated himself, but he couldn't resist.

Razor felt himself close, and he pulled off, turning to ram his cock up the willing bull muzzle. Something made him wait though, and he gripped his cock instead looking up at the stallion. It was an incredible sight, that stallion totally breaking a big muscle bull, every muscle on his long frame taut like he was running a race. Their eyes locked, and both eyed the other with appreciation. Then Razor felt his balls churning and couldn't hold back, spraying deer seed all over the bull's face and head, long lines of cream crisscrossing the brown furred bull. The sight pushed Tiny over the cliff, and the stallion unloaded into the warm maw of Frank's ass, completing the final deflowering as a sixth fresh load emptied into the bull's guts, this one the largest of all. Frank felt it all, spreading a warm tide inside him, and he mooed as his balls unleashed his second load for the night, shame written on his muzzle even as he grunted out his pleasure with strings of deer cum dripping from his muzzle.

"Oh fuck yeah!"

All the skater boys went wild then, exchanging high fives and loud shouts of approval, while Frank sagged in his bonds willing the night to end. There was plenty more to come before he would be allowed to escape though.

Tiny pulled out, watching the now hopelessly stretched bull anus try to close and fail. He wandered over to his bag, pulling out his special toys. They had broken the bull, but now it was time to ram home the message. He plugged the instrument in to a wall socket, and waited for it to heat.

"Now Frank...this is just the beginning for our new crew. We are going to make this city pay, and more of your bull friends too before this is done. To celebrate the start of our campaign though, we decided to design a new tag for out group, and you got to star you lucky bull. Only fair you get tagged first, kind of a reminder see. We own you Frank...your ass, your tailhole, all of you. Every night you will feel that itch and remember me...remember what it felt like to have a real stud make you his bitch. Now...this might hurt a bit..."

The bull begged while he could, then the screaming started. The room filled with the scent of burning beef as the stallion calmly used a soldering iron to burn their new design into Frank's left butt cheek; a bull bent over being fucked by a grinning skater cat, the tiger making a devil sign with one paw, the bull snorting in pain and spewing cum from a long thick bullcock. All the guys watched in admiration, giving little tips and comments.

"It's not often these days that I get to do such fine work...pity, I really liked it. Should do more I suppose...say, Marty, hold his balls for me."

The smiling cat cupped Frank's heavy balls, pushing them to the bottom of their bag and fondling before holding them steady. Tiny was in an artistic mood though, and he had a perfect canvas for his work. He bull's screams grew ragged as the stallion burnt a swirling tribal pattern onto his scrotum, then went to work on his taint writing "fuck me" in big black letters of pain. The final touch was an arrow pointing to the red raw ass, and a flower design circling his pucker, sensitive flesh pushed to breaking point long before the end.

When they finally released him, the guard bull didn't move, just lay slack against the table sobbing and drooling. Seven more loads had been dropped into his ass, and three more into his muzzle along with a steady stream of stallion piss when Tiny decided to use him as a convenient receptacle. The bull drank it all down hungrily, his mind and body broken. He was their bitch, and no degradation was too low, his cock drooling throughout and adding a third and fourth cum puddle sometime during the assault.

"Now...if you so much as whisper to the cops mate...this recording goes to your girl...and your family...and your mates at the Corral. They can all watch you begging for my cock and taking it like a good bitch. Be a good bull beefy, and keep your head down. One thing though; warn your mates. Back off, or more bulls will get it like you. And my cock is always hard when there's bull pussy around."

They filed out, giving the bull a last look, until Marty was the last one left. The tiger still looked half sad as he stroked Frank's head, whispering in his ear and comforting him, but the bull was too far gone to care.

*****

One week later, Marty was standing in front of a map on the wall of their lair. An old abandoned railway building, formerly a hut for the men who worked the railway gates over Sunderland Road, the hut now made a perfect clubhouse and war room for their campaign. They had brought in some bean bags and a couch, and the wall was covered with designs for their next artworks, and a map with their targets. Marty's eyes wandered over the many little flags showing their hits to date, and the ones to come. He should be happy, but something was missing, and he sighed a little in spite of himself.

"Problem Marty?"

"N...no..."

"Relax kitten...it's me remember?"

Marty felt the warm embrace of his crew leader, the big stallion engulfing him with his body.

"Going well hey? Done more works in this week than the last three months, and more to come. The bulls are backing off too, the word is out. Mayor about to have a heart attack if the federal prosecutor doesn't get him first. Still...more tonight, plus a special."

"Special?"

"Yeah...more payback. One of Razor's crew, a cute little stag, got caught just before you. Warehouse in Palm Meadows. The fucker roughed him up and blackmailed him into blowjobs. Razor is organising it, so I'm leaving him in charge tonight. Got my soldering iron though, bit of a tradition I want to keep. You want to join?"

"Yeah...but..."

"Let me guess...you kind of want to be on the receiving end don't you."

The tiger gave a startled yelp as he felt the stallion clasp his groin in one paw. He shivered, something inexplicable as he felt suddenly warm.

"I heard you with the bull, and I saw you Marty. I saw you watching him. You were too good, you weren't acting. You wanted it, didn't you?"

"Yes..."

"Poor kitten...slave to a big male's cock. Well, don't ever say I don't look after my crew."

Marty let out a long mewling cry as he felt the paw suddenly reach inside his shorts, groping him shamelessly, frigging his already hardening kitty cock. The other massive paw wasn't idle, pulling off his t-shirt and squeezing one nipple painfully while the cat arched his back against the big stallion, a smile of pure pleasure covering his muzzle.

"Such a good little kitty Marty..."

"Ohhhhhhh"

A warm muzzle pressed against his neck, huffing hot air over his neckfur and making his ears twitch.

"Don't worry about your bull Marty, he's being taken care of...just as I'm taking care of you."

"AHHHH!"

Suddenly, the tiger felt a paw gripping his scruff, unmistakable signal for any cat. Marty went slack, his body in thrall to the mating need of his stud, as the stallion pushed him onto all fours effortlessly. The tiger reached out to steady himself against the wall, claws digging into the wood to give him balance. Paws roughly pulled his shorts and briefs down, sliding them off his footpaws and tossing them across the room.

Tiny bent to his crewmate, letting his snout play in the tiger's crack. Purring cries greeted each new lick as he tongued first the soft scrotum, then the long taint, then that delicious tailhole. The stallion could still smell and taste bull, making him screw up his nose in disgust. Have to do something about that won't we...

Kneeling behind the tiger, Tiny placed his knees inside Marty's, pushing them wider gently as he spread his little kitty open, the long crevice gaping wide and vulnerable. He bent over his fellow teen, planting one hand on the floor, the other running along the underside of his tiger, rasping over fine chest muscles and abdominals, the lithe cat so good to feel. His long pulsing horsecock rested in that crevice, and Tiny worked his hips teasingly, hotdogging the tiger roughly and slapping his balls against the tiger's taint while he nibbled on his scruff. Marty shuddered, and wrapped his tail around the shaft of stallion cock to return the teasing, wanting his horse inside him so much.

"Ohhh you need this don't you kitty."

"Please...."

"Any time Marty..."

With a move of his hips, Tiny brought the flat head of his cock on target, nestled under a tiger tail. He bit down hard on Marty's neck as the tiger tensed, and then thrust hard.

Many passengers on the 8:11 thought they heard something as they passed the crossing at Sunderland Road; a loud mewling feline cry, and a triumphant whinny from a stallion. The train clattered on though, and most just shook their heads and went back to their papers. One bull heard it, part of his mind registering the lust filled sounds of a mating, and his cock twitched even as his ass clenched in sympathy. His fellow passengers couldn't tell why the big bull in a security guard uniform was quivering and whimpering all the way to their destination, and some moved away worried he might be a little mad.

*****

Frank trotted slowly through the gates at East Hampton station, passing along the main street and heading for the next crossing. He hoped to have his car back soon, but for the moment he was stuck relying on trains. He hated trains, even more so now he was forced to see the graffiti spreading like wildfire over the lines, reminding him of his humiliation.

The burn in his tailhole never went, even after he spent some of his hard earned money on a thick equine dildo, slipping away from his girl late at night to stuff his ass with fourteen inches of equine perfection in the bathroom until he painted the mirror with bull cum. It was itching now, that need for a big male to stuff him hard, ram him full of cock and slap his bull nut until he came.

He was having difficulty holding it together, and his girl was noticing. First he insisted on only fucking in the dark, so she couldn't see the damage to his ass and taint. Then his nightly visits to the bathroom, returning with glassy eyes and a smell of fresh seed everywhere. Her frowns were getting larger all the time. His boss was worried too, when his reliable bulls suddenly demanded a transfer to somewhere as far away from the factory as possible. He eventually found a slot at a warehouse in East Hampton, as far East as the factory had been west. Frank was on the way to his first shift, thankfully in daylight. His boss almost fell out of his chair when he insisted on a day shift, the bull normally first in line for better paying night shifts. He dodged the questions as best he could, keeping his head down and his tail between his legs.

And still his tailhole burned.

Frank found the warehouse, a nondescript white building on an industrial estate, and headed for the office. This one had been sold, and was waiting for its new owner to move in. A nice quiet spot, he could read and forget his troubles. The bull fumbled with the keys, eventually finding the right one and opening the outer door. He flicked on a lightswitch and headed for the inner door when he stopped dumb in his tracks.

There on the door was a familiar design, the bull bent over with an equine this time balls deep in his ass. The equine was grinning extra wide tit seemed, and the bull was grunting extra hard in pain while he painted the floor with cum. There wasn't a five pointed star this time though. Instead, the tag was surrounded with a love heart, and underneath was an inscription.

"Dear Frank...welcome to your new job. Hope you like our preparations. Love from the Bullfuckers."

Frank wanted so much to bolt, but something drew him in like a moth to a candle. He pushed open the inner door with a shaking hand, and found the lights on and a single figure already standing in the middle of the floor. It was a stallion...one he recognised.

"Heya Frank...long time no see."

It was Cory, the stallion who was his first pony, the wrestler he beat and fucked all those years ago in school. Now he was here...how the fuck did he get here?

The bull went to pull his revolver with shaking hands, before realising he had no gun. His boss had been so concerned about his mental state he subbed him into a non-armed position, requiring the bull to requalify and get a psych evaluation. Something Frank wasn't about to do.

"That's no way to greet a mate is it big fella?"

"W...what are you doing here?"

"Little surprise for you. I'm a bit disappointed my little bro got to break in your tailhole before I did, but so be it. My turn now though, and I've been waiting for this a long time."

"L...little bro..?"

"Yeah...apparently you liked his cock a whole lot about a week ago...the video looked hot as hell, must admit I pawed off a few times. Not the last few days though, wanted to keep it fresh for ya."

"Toby...!?"

Frank remembered now, the big stallion had a little brother, a lanky uncoordinated colt the bull vaguely recalled being in year 8 when the bull was in his final year. The kid was always drawing, a sketchbook in one hand as he walked around the school. Frank had taken great delight in grinding his sketchbook into the mud one day, holding the kid off with one hand.

"Yep, the same. My little bro grew up and then some, took to weight training like a duck to water. Must thank you for that Frank, seems he and you had a little disagreement that spurred him on. Not sure I approved of his hobby, but I'm kind of liking it now. Not least because he got you here for me."

The bull stood staring, taking in the sight of the big stud in front of him. Cory looked like he had kept up training all the time since he left school, and Frank could make no such claims. His natural bulk was impressive, but he was no athlete any more. The stallion on the other hand rippled with muscle under his shorts and t-shirt. Something stirred, deep in Frank's tailhole, and he bit his lip to stop himself whimpering like a bitch in heat. The stallion noticed though, the tent in Frank's trousers was hard to miss.

Grinning, Cory pointed to the floor.

"Got it set for you Frank. Here's the deal. Rematch, you and me, no holds barred. Win and you get the recording of your little night as a bitch to a bunch of teenagers."

"And if I lose?"

The stallion's grin grew bigger. "Lose, and I get what I wanted, your tailhole, as often as I like. Starting here the moment you beg for mercy. What do you say Franky?"

As the stallion stripped off casually, throwing clothes aside to reveal a perfect muscled stud glistening with sweat, the bull followed as if mesmerised, his tongue already hanging out and drooling a little. It bothered him that he felt he couldn't lose from that deal. It bothered him that it didn't bother him enough. He trotted forwards, his hooves walking over a fresh wrestling mat laid by the stallion.

"Payback's a bitch, aint it Frank?"

As his tailhole quivered in anticipation, his eyes drawn to a perfect stallion cock poking from Cory's plump sheath, the bull had to nod an agreement. Yeah, it's a bitch all right. Just like me.