Made Dominant

As I struggled to regain my senses from Harlow's cheap trick, something strange began to happen. My body underwent a horrifying transformation. It was like a sick, twisted magic trick. He turned me into a fucking bull, complete with a massive throbbing cock that was begging for release. Oh, the tables had turned, and Harlow was about to learn the true meaning of being a submissive little slut.

With my monstrous physique now towering over him, I could hear his terrified pleas for mercy. But there was no fucking mercy to be found here. Not for him.

"You thought you could outsmart me, you slimy fucker?" I growled, my voice dripping with dominance. "Time to pay the fucking price."

I took a step forward, my massive hooves shaking the ground beneath us. The air was thick with anticipation, mixed with the taste of power and forbidden desire. Harlow trembled before me, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and perverse excitement.

"Please, no!" he whimpered, but his protests only fueled the raging beast inside me.

Ignoring his pathetic cries, I grabbed him by the waist and **** him to bend over, exposing his quivering ass. I wasted no time. My massive bull cock, pulsating with an animalistic hunger, eagerly sought entrance to his tight, unsuspecting asshole.

"Oh, you're gonna take it, you fucking slut," I snarled, my voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "You're gonna be my bitch and scream for it."

I forcefully plunged my massive cock deep into his unsuspecting depths, relishing in the sensation of tightness resisting my every thrust. The room filled with lewd sounds of flesh meeting flesh, the squelching of lube mixing with the **** moans wrung from Harlow's lips.

As I pounded into him with relentless ****, I reveled in the way his body contorted, his cries alternating between pain and pleasure. The bull within me had taken over, dominating him completely, fucking him beyond his limits until he begged for release.

"Fuck, you love this, don't you?" I grunted, my voice laced with a mix of sadistic delight and twisted lust. "I can feel your slutty ass squeezing my massive bull cock. You want it deeper, you filthy whore?"

Harlow's pleas were muffled by the sheer **** of my thrusts. His cries turned into high-pitched moans of ecstasy as I relentlessly assaulted his tight hole, pushing him closer and closer to the edge of blissful surrender.

With each powerful thrust, I could feel his resistance melting away, his body surrendering to the primal pleasure that coursed through both of us. The room was filled with an intoxicating mix of sweat, grunts, and the unmistakable scent of raw, unruly desire.

My bull cock pounded him mercilessly, hitting all the right spots that turned him into an eager, submissive mess. I could sense his climax building, that sweet release he desperately craved. And I wasn't about to let him off the hook so easily.

"You're gonna fucking cum for me, Harlow," I snarled, my voice dripping with command. "You're gonna explode like the slutty little girl you've always wanted to be."

With each savage thrust, his moans grew louder, his body trembling with the impending orgasm that crept upon him. His cries filled the room as he climaxed, his body convulsing in a mix of pleasure and humiliation. Warm, sticky cum coated his trembling legs, marking him as my submissive plaything.

As the room fell silent, save for our heavy breathing, I pulled out from his well-fucked ass, leaving him a panting, quivering mess on the floor. The sight of his ravaged body, drenched in his own release, filled me with a sense of twisted satisfaction. Harlow had been thoroughly debased, his defiance broken and reshaped into submission.