Fucked

It finally happened one evening, shortly after I arrived home from work. I was pottering about the house, tidying up the kitchen and preparing for dinner when there came a knock at the door. It was loud, commanding and persistent. "Yes, yes!" I muttered to myself as I rushed to answer it, my words failing me as I opened the door to find the bull looming large in the door frame, towering over me. He gave me a knowing look and without even thinking I found myself falling to my knees, kneeling before the magnificent specimen of a man as a hand reached out towards his crotch.

"Such an eager slut..." he chuckled, swatting my hand away. "Not here... upstairs in half an hour. Clean yourself up and be ready, bitch." he said, not unkindly. His deep voice seemed to reverberate through my entire body and I found myself still thrumming long after he had walked away. With as much dignity as I could muster I rose to my feet, legs trembling as I hurried to comply with his demands. Even though part of me - a very large part - knew exactly what was about to happen and was screaming at me to stop, I couldn't. It was as if I was on auto-pilot as I stripped and showered, lathering myself up and diligently washing every inch of my body. Afterwards I stressed over what to wear for several long minutes before I realised - it was so obvious. I slipped into my tights, then pulled some track pants over them and tossed on a t-shirt. I knew I wouldn't be wearing them long anyway.

And then, after what seemed a lifetime but was in fact only twenty five minutes I was ready. Breathing heavy I hesitated as I opened the front door. This was it, there would be no turning back I realised. Again part of me begged and pleaded for me to stop, to rethink this madness, but the other side was far to strong. Far too persuasive. I had to do this. It was what I was born for. Where I belonged.

Suddenly I was knocking on the upstairs neighbour's front door and just as I had one more fleeting urge to back out it opened. The little twink grinned at me knowingly as he looked me up and down, then with nothing but a nod of his head, gestured me inside. I knew where to go... his room was above mine and it looked eerily familiar despite the very different decor. I had little time to appreciate the fact however, as once my gaze settled upon the bull, sitting proudly in an armchair as if lounging upon a throne, I could not look anywhere else. He nodded at me, a gesture I instinctively knew meant that I should approach and on shaky legs I moved before him, my heart thumping in my chest. He nodded once more and again, there was no doubt as to what he wanted. I pulled the t-shirt up over my head and tossed it aside before slipping out of my pants, the sight of my sheer black tights bringing a sparkle to the bull's eyes. I felt a thrill at this, a rush of pride at his approval and then at realising this, shame overwhelmed me, my cheeks burning red with embarrassment. The bull must have seen my moment of internal conflict as it was then he chose to take control of the situation.

"I know you are eager to serve, little one. And you will... but first I shall claim you. Make you what you were always meant to be. Then you can show me your appreciation." He let the words hang for what seemed an eternity and I found myself nodding dumbly as he stared me down. "This is what you want, isn't it?" he asked, the directness of his question coming as a shock. Again I found myself conflicted, my masculine ego screaming at me to run away but it was far too quiet compared to the roiling, bubbling lust I felt rising in my belly. I didn't even realise I had agreed but when he rose to his feet, closing the distance between us in a split second, then gently pushed me down to the floor, his huge hand engulfing my shoulder as he guided me down I offered no resistance.

Suddenly I was on my hands and knees and the bull's massive mitts were all over me. He groped and squeezed my ass, pinched my erect nipples and even squeezed my now rock hard cock through my snug tights. I squirmed and mewled as he molested me, then gasped in shock as he tore a huge hole in my tights, exposing my quivering asshole to the night air. There was an awkward moment of anticipation as he fumbled with what I soon realised was lube, a cool, wet sensation slathering over my crack and slightly into my ass. I was overcome with emotions, I wanted to see his cock so bad... wanted to kiss it, pleasure him, serve him but he had other plans. I was his bitch and he planned to show me. I gasped again when I felt his thick rod slide against my crack, the well lubed cock seemingly huge, inhuman almost compared to my quivering, puckered hole. His hands gripped my hips as he moved into position and I knew this was it. This was the end of my masculinity.

Just as I braced myself for my deflowering there was another unexpected pause, and as I trembled in fear, excitement and anticipation, my neighbor walked into view. He was carrying a tall mirror which he propped up against the wall directly in front of me, giving me a close up view of my face, the bull towering over me, his huge frame dominating the reflected image. I felt the thick tip of his cock find purchase against my hole and as his grip tightened around my waist I couldn't help but stiffen. "Relax slut..." came the deep voice from behind... the last words I would ever hear as a man.

Then, suddenly he was inside me. Despite the ungodly size of his cock my tight little hole only offered slight resistance before he pushed inside, the initial stinging pain so intense I had to stifle a scream. I had no time to dwell on my broken ring however the bull wasted no time, pushing his thick, long cock deeper and deeper inside me until I thought I would burst. I could see myself in the mirror, my face flushed red, eyes straining as the monster of a man impaled me on his manhood, his sinister grin hovering above me in the mirror. I whimpered softly which only elicited a sharp thrust of the hips from behind, a clear command to keep quiet. On and on he pressed as I squirmed in his grasp until I heard him let out a satisfied growl. With a confusing sense of horror and pride I realised I could feel his hot, heavy balls pressed against me. He had bottomed out. I had taken him completely. I was a bitch. A slut. A sissy whore.

The realisation sent a shiver of pleasure through me and suddenly, finally I began to feel the eroticism in it. The fear and pain seemed to fade into the background as I remembered just how much I wanted this. Needed this. I realised for once and for all that this was where I belonged. I looked into the mirror once more and met the bull's gaze, his grin fading for a moment as he looked at me knowingly. I nodded back at him, then shimmied my hips slightly, the movement causing my entire asshole to light up with sensation. He winked at me just before I lowered my head, clenching my eyes shut as he slowly began to slide out of me.

Then he started to fuck me...