IDAHO BULL’S CONVERSION OF A YOUNG COUPLE-PT 2
THE IDAHO BULL’S CONVERSION OF A YOUNG COUPLE INTO THE BI CUCKOLD LIFESTYLE
Part 2: Demasculiza1on of the Husband
A"er the hour drive from the biker bar at Stateline down to a small cabin near Troy in his pickup truck, we parked and got out it was very dark, dead silent and the only sign of life was a small porch liGHT on the small house. Markus invited us in. He had all the lights low; he had the heat way up and it was sweaty hot. The man closed all the d****s and put on some county music, beer and reefers and what looked like molly capsules were already out on the coffee table. The smell of leather was strong and his leather gear was hanging on a rack by the door.
He was not a remarkable looking guy, his balding hair trimmed into a buzz cut, glasses, pock-marked features, and a visible beer gut. In my head I thought how I was far more convenFonally handsome than him, and in beGer shape. Leather vest and chaps. His hairy cheat and gut parFally exposed. Markus was a real north Idaho biker red neck hillBIlly. Gun rack proudly mounted above the rock fireplace.
Though we were the same height he outweighed me, with much wider hips, broad shoulders, and a sizable beer belly and a scuzzy beard. SFll, I could sense that we were both a liGle disappointed, or at least underwhelmed. He looked like a beefier redneck version of the IT guy at my office.
He grasped Laurel in a forceful and asserFve embrace, feeling her up and boldly kissing her, all while looking at me in the eye. I just stood there and let it happen- I knew this was what he expected of me.
Grabbing her shoulders, her turned her sideways as he moved in for another kiss, posiFoned so I could see his tongue working itself into my wife’s mouth and her responding by leOng her mouth fall fulling open for he full access.
A"er releasing her, he grabbed my hand into a crushing handshake, imprisoning my smaller hand in his for an unnecessarily long amount of Fme, again drilling his dark eyes into mine. His hand was much larger than mine and very strong. He called me "Danie," a diminuFve version of my name which I had not volunteered.
"Please to meet you, Sir." He chuckled wolfishly, pleased by my submission, and Laurel looked at me with surprise. Markus noFced this and smirked at me. I stepped inside his home. It was sparsely decorated. The place was not clean, and the smell of stale beer mixed with the leather expected at a biker club members home.
I took my shoes off and put them beside a few pair large black strap boot of his- I noFced they were much larger than mine.
He had us sit beside him on the couch and poured us two glasses of whiskey. The couch sat opposite a large mirror, and I sized him up discreetly. I never would have guessed that a guy like him would be a "bull," the sexually powerful men who join cuckold couples in the bedroom. He was out-of-shape, kind of dumpy, and he looked almost like a nerd, but he had a cruel, crude look of confidence on his face as he kept his arm around my wife's shoulder. He winked at me cockily as he copped a feel of her breast with his big hand, making her giggle.
A"er our second glass he produced a large joint. Laurel took it eagerly, I iniFally refused it, but he gave me such a look of reproach that I caved immediately and accepted it. He watched intently as I took a hesitant puff. I coughed a big. I tried to hand it back to him, but he forced my hand back to my face.
"No, no, no. Again, Danie boy. Longer this Fme." He barked at me like a coach, staring me down. Laurel watched with fascinaFon as he forced me to inhale. He clasped his le" hand onto the back of my neck possessively, collaring me as he made me smoke. It made me think of hanging out with my older brother's friends as a teenager, when they'd force me to smoke or drink with them. “that’s I Danie boy, the same is going to go for those ludes over there when the Fme comes.”
Then next he hit me with the coke laced weed "Hold it mutherfucker, hold it, keep it in, that's it." I felt-lightheaded and kept it in as long as I could. Finally, I erupted into a fit of coughing, spuGering out a huge cloud of pot smoke as the cocaine began to kick in. They both laughed at me. Laurel’s giggles were followed by her looking up at him into his eyes with sort of a glazed over look of aGracFon and awe of his crude strong dominaFon over her husband.
"There we go. Let's get you nice and dumb so I can have my way with your wife, liGle pussy hubby." I felt woozy as I sat there, and he kept his strong hand clasped to the back of my neck. With his right hand he conFnued to fondle Laurels body, from her breasts to her Fght exposed belly.
A"er the joint got passed a few more Fmes, each Fme making sure that I smoked to his saFsfacFon, he held my glass to my lips and forced me to down half of glass of tequila, halfway though he picked up one of the ludes from the table and slipped into my throat then resumed the pour.
He then filled it up for me again and barked at me to drink a"er which he ordered me to take one of the molly capsules. I was a goner at this point. I knew if I did not pass out or even OD I was useless to resist what was coming.
Then the Idaho Bull turned his aGenFons to Laurel, pulling her to him. As they made out, his le" hand never loosened its grip on the back of
my neck making sure I not only saw what was unfolding but that I would also hear ever liGle sigh and smell his sexing of my wife.
He had her sit on his lap and with his right arm he took her top off. His hand aGacked her bra, and she removed it, unleashing her pert size 34B's. He grabbed the back of her head and brought her mouth to his for another round of furious French kissing.
Markus slapped the back of my head roughly and brought his le" arm in front of my face, snapping insistently and poinFng at the glass I had le" on the coffee table. Trembling from the smack, I took my glass and took a reluctant sip. He was forcing me to get spun out- the humiliaFon of meekly complying, obeying him, made my dick achingly hard.
Moving her around on his lap, he chewed on her breasts and then growled at me.
"Finish it you dumb faggot, then get us another boGle." He slapped my head again and pointed down the hall, then turned his face back to my wife's belly. “going to let me plant a liGle biker baby in there?”
I obeyed, downing my glass then slowly standing from the couch and walking through the dark path to his kitchen. I found another boGle and opened it, this one cheap vodka, my hands shaking. I felt like I was on another planet, and I noFced my whole body was flush, beet red. I had a hard-on in my jeans that felt like it would burst. The combinaFon of pot, ludes, molly and the cocaine had me feeling like I was not even a human but some kind of thing, object.
I nervously came returned to the living room. Markus threw Laurel on to her back and kissed her some more, then stood up over her, yanking her pants off.
"Get the fuck over here, sissyboy." I placed the vodka on the table and walked over to him sheepishly. He grabbed my shirt by the collar, and in one violent moFon stripped the shirt right off my back. I felt doubly vulnerable being bare-chested in front of him. He grinned at me evilly and stepped in closer, invading my personal space. It felt strange, his shirt pressed against my exposed skin.
"What a liGle fucking wimp. LiGle faggot hubbboy." He grabbed my sides and felt me up roughly. I quivered from being fondled, his hands squeezing my midsecFon so Fght they almost touched. “like me examining your flesh, like a piece of livestock, well this is just the start liGle hubby”...Laurel smiled and giggled enjoying my humiliaFon.
"Flabby sallow liGle out of shape body. Don't you know your ifeants wants a real man." He slapped his belly for emphasis.
His large hand grabbed my waist, and then ran up my stomach to my chest. He grabbed my sides again and I heard him snort sharply. With a low, growling sound he unleashed a thick loogie of green snot right on my bare chest. It hit me in the liGle cle" right between my pectoral muscles, it felt cold and sickeningly wet as it clung there. He laughed cruelly and grabbed my hands, taking them in his, he forced me to rub his phlegm into the liGle thicket of light-colored hair that adorned my chest. As my wife watched it all unfold.
"What do you say, boy?" He demanded with a wolfish grin on his face.
"Thank you, Sir." I looked to the couch and Laurel was staring at me dumb founded.
He then took a step back and quickly flung his own black t-shirt off. His big hairy belly poured out. He was completely coated in dark, wiry hair that contrasted to his pail clammy flesh. Even his shoulders were hairy,
but it was thickest on his large chest and big generous gut. He ran his fingers through the forest proudly.
"See this boy, this is what a man is supposed to look like, a real man." I nodded dumbly, acknowledging his superior manhood. He was right.
His hands aGacked my belt and unbuGoned my pants. The next thing I knew I was trembling before them in the Fghty-whiFes he had instructed me to wear. Laurel laughed in ridicule from the couch - the one Fme she had seen me in them she said they made me look like a liGle boy. But in his emails, Markus had ordered me to wear them, had told me that these were the only appropriate underwear for liGle wimpy cuck boys.
"Have another drink, sweetheart. Daddy will be with you in a minute, I just have to put this wimp a your's in his place." Turning back to me, Markus grabbed the back of my neck again and li"ed his right arm to the ceiling. I instantly could smell the strong stench of sweat from his armpit. It was a dark, swirling forest. He pulled my head into his open arm, and I felt myself drawn into his armpit face first. I couldn't believe he was making me do this. I allowed him to press my face into the coarse and sweaty hair of his armpit.
"That's it, give that sFnking man-pit a liGle kiss, pussy. A french kiss." I opened my mouth and was overwhelmed by the acrid, sweat-drenched bush of his pit.
"Hey Laurel, look how hard your husband's wimpy liGle dick gets in his Fghty-whiFes when he tongues out my sweaty armpit. He's got a liGle tent in his undies going!" He laughed as he ground my face into his pit. He then shi"ed his stance and threw my head into his other armpit. The d**gs had kicked in and I began lick suck and slobbering in his bodily stench, my mind reeled as I craved the aroma.
"That's it, keep kissing. Might as well make it good. I have a feeling that from now on, the only thing you're going to get to kiss is my hairy armpit. Maybe my balls too, if you're lucky." I licked with gusto, giving into the degradaFon of this, wanFng to taste the sweat and the smell of him. My Fny pecker pulsed in my Fghty-whiFes, and I ground it into his jeans, against big thigh.
"Ooh, he's loving this, Laurel. I think he might just come in his panFes if we keep this up. A"er all, he is a premature ejaculator, isn't' he Laurel?" He released me from the humid prison of his pit and pawed my waist and pulled me roughly so that I stood a few inches before him. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my jockeys and swi"ly ripped them down to my ankles. I stood bare ass before him and Laurel, the air caressing my naked backside feeling strange.
He instantly burst into loud, mocking laughter as he openly leered at my endowment. I felt my face grow somehow redder. I looked at Laurel, she was chuckling along with him. I was totally hard, just under four inches, poking up towards my belly buGon desperately. I guess on someone over 6 feet it looked preGy small.
"Oh Laurel you poor girl. Is this all he's been giving you? No wonder you're horny for a real man." He reached around and slapped my chub buG cheek, unsteadying me, and without reservaFon he reached down and began fiddling with my hard-on. I gasped at the touch of his large, rough hands on my penis.
"Christ, I had a bigger dick by the Fme I was 6, no lie. And these liGle balls are like g****s. They're like a fucking liGle boy's." He cupped and fondled my scrotum as he conFnued to laugh derisively, eyeing my endowment with disbelief.
"Seriously, did you even go through puberty man?" He spoke right into my ear, his big broad face only an inch from mine, as he ran his big fingers through my modest pubic bush.
"You barely even have pubes and all that flabbyness. You’re like the damn liGle chubby tubby fat k** on the school playground." I let the words wash over me, and felt them penetrate my brain. Mean as it was, the humiliaFon was making me tremble with lust. I noFced Laurel looking at me with curiosity. Suddenly he clasped my shoulders and forced me to my knees. He grabbed the back of my head and held it in front of his bulging crotch, just inches away.
"Now I'm going to show you what a real man is packing between his legs. Take it out for me, faggot." My whole body was dazing from the d**gs and booze, mind mind was on some other planet, I felt my self snorFng and breaking inot a fear sweat as he towered over me
Laurel was staring at me intently and smiling with fascinaFon as I reached with trembling hands and unzipped his jeans. Instantly a long, and extremely thick, veiny penis unfurled out, clearly much longer than my hard-on even though he was not even slightly erect yet. It must have been 8 inches so".
He bucked his hips forward and slapped me in the face with it, sending both him and Laurel into hysterics. He pushed me down on to the floor and went back to Laurel on the couch. He took his pants off and i was greeted with the obscene sight of his huge, hairy white ass over me. He stepped out of the jeans and kicked them across the floor near me - I saw that he wore a waist size of 42x38.
"You stay on your hands and knees now, boy, or there'll be hell to pay." He sat down beside her and had me serve them the vodka and another rough of cocaine off his mirrored tray, then again insisted he I fill one for myself too. He had Laurel on his lap, her face buried into his cock, as
he reached over and fingered her crotch, he tapped out some coke on his forehand and placed it. A very wide long lne in front of her. Laurel complied and inhaled the massive hit of prisFne prime cocaine.
Markus stretched his big, thick hairy legs out on to an oGoman, proudly showing off his huge, hairy endowment, and snapped and pointed to his large, wide bare feet. Just like the rest of him, they were covered in the same swirling black hair. I tentaFvely took them in my hands and to rub them. I couldn't believe how low he had brought me, in front of Laurel. He leaned over and slapped the back of my head angrily, and then forced my face into his toe. I knew what he wanted.
His feet had the same sweaty musk that his pits did. They stunk, but I was eager for every humiliaFon he visited on me. The whole night it felt like he had been stripping me of my manhood, stripping me of any masculinity I ever had and forcing me to serve his. Ripping off the false protecFve armor of manhood piece by piece unFl it lay taGered at my feet, exposing the quivering, perverted wimp I was deep down. All in front of my wife. The thought made me dizzy.
So i licked his feet like the most patheFc faggot slave I could have ever imagined. I sucked on each toe gratefully. Dug my tongue between each toe to taste the disFnct funk there. Lapped his heels and balls of his feet, sucked upon his untrimmed, yellowed toenails, swirled the long hairs on his toes in my mouth. All the while he and Laurel looked down and laughed cruelly and praised my efforts derisively.
He had me wheel my body around so that my kneeling legs and backside faced the couch. He laid his big hand down on my sweat- soaked small of my back, just past my keister. He laid his hand there the way a master would rest his hand on his dog.
"That it sluts, keeping sucking. You suck my cock, sweetheart, and your liGle faggot boyfriend can keep sucking on my sFnking feet." He
brought his hand from my and grabbed my neck, then forced his thick fingers in my mouth. I licked them eagerly, then he slapped my face and sent me back to tongue-on-toe duty. The cocaine had hit full force as I saw my wife posiFon hir oral orifice directly onto the side of his now massive erect penis, minimum 11 inches and super thick. It was ready to explore Laurel’s virgin gullet.
The next thing I know, I felt his fat, moistened fingers jabbing between my buG cheeks. When one darted into my hole roughly, I yelped, and Laurel stood up and gasped. He kicked his foot back into my mouth, and I felt my lip swell. I obeyed and began licking his feet again and let him force the trespassing digit into my backside.
I felt Laurel crawl over us and off the couch. I tried to look up, but he brought this other foot down on the back of my neck hard, locking me in.
"I'm sorry, I can't do this- I can't do any of this, and - I don't want-" I could hear her scrambling to dress and collect her things. Markus kept me locked into posiFon, I tried to call out but I couldn't even say anything as he had half of his giant right foot down my throat.
He ground his le" heel into my upper back painfully, keeping me imprisoned. All the while his finger conFnued to burrow into my ass. I heard her grab her purse, but I couldn't see her as she and now I was stranded alone with this stranger.
"Tough luck, Danieboy. I think you've just been dumped." He cracked up with laughter, releasing my head from the hold but conFnuing to grind his feet into my mouth. I li"ed myself from the oGoman, stumbling to stand, my head racing from the wine and weed.
"Markus, Sir, please, I need to leave with her- I need-" “The camera is on that top shelf, we gonna record this for my site, you gonna film your husband’s conversion from man to sub bi cuck right now...find it ?”
"What, with this?" He stood from the couch, my cell phone in his hand.
", please-" I grabbed for the phone and he pushed me hard. I stumbled several feet and walked over to my pants.
He then pushed past me, shouldering me into the wall like a bully pushing his vicFm into lockers, and seized my pants from the floor.. From my discarded jeans he pulled out the keys to my studio apartment
He sat beside me and threw his big heavy arm over shoulder, pulling me into him.
"Your ass is mine, boy. You're all mine, my property, unFl I say so. You got it, Danie boy?" He reached between my legs and his fingers found their way to my hole again.
Laurel returned with the vidcam in hand and a big grin on her face, Marckus reached over and slapped her ass hard “zoom in on this...”
I nodded slowly, feeling his size, his he" and strength beside me, pushing into me. He had at least 40 pounds on me. I was truly afraid of what this man could do to me if I displeased him. I also felt that strange compulsion to conFnue to please him.
I leaned into him, his stronger, larger body, offering more of myself to his hand. I winced as he shoved another finger up my backside, but accepted the intrusion, doing my best to breathe deeply and allow it entry.
"If you think this changes anything you're out of your ditzy liGle mind, Danieboy. I'm sFll going to fuck that ass of your's, just like we planned.
You're geOng some dick tonight, sweetpea. There's no going back, Danieboy. This is called a conversion – of you faggot from being her husband to becoming our bi cuck". Once we done this your wife is going give me a baby or two or three – got it bitch/”
He the fondled my chest with his other hand, tweaking my nipple. He leaned in and nuzzled my neck. His mouth felt incredible. It made me swoon as he chewed on my neck, chest and ear.
He began devouring around my ear, darFng his tongue into my ear lobe. All the while his fingers worked in and out of my cheeks, the other expertly tweaking my nipple, making me literally swoon.
"Besides, I liked your mouth beGer than her, anyway with her I want her hot cunt." He whispered huskily into the ear he had covered in his spit. He sawed three fingers into my asshole and I moaned and ground down in to them.
"Yeah that's right sissy, you're just dying to spread those legs for me, aren't you pussyboy." I moaned in response, and he jabbed them in roughly, causing me to yelp. “Zoom in on his face now...”
"Aren't you?!" He demanded, conFnuing to roughly finger-bang me. Finger-banged. I was being fingerbanged just like some dumb slut.
"Yes, Sir." Dan croaked.
"You want to be out bi cuck Dan? He barked, drilling his boGomless black eyes into mine.
"Yes Sir- I- want to be you and my wife’s cuck." I admiGed. He conFnued to glare at me, our faces pressed up next to each other like fighters during a pre-match stare down. All the while his fingers worked their way inside me, enveloping the lower half of my body in a feverish heat.
He brought his face closer and to my surprise he seized my mouth in his, forcing my head into his for a long, demanding kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth, it felt so strange to kiss a man like this- the size of his thick tongue, his huge mouth, the stubble scr****g my face. “See this is what you wife likes what sehe gets from me a real man”.
His big carnivorous teeth banging into mine. The acrid smell of his sweat. The tobacco, weed and wine imbued in his spit. His tongue wrestled mine into submission. I yielded completely, giving free range of my mouth to the hot and sFnking invader. It was like he was r****g my mouth with his own.
All the while, I felt his saliva seep into my mouth. I overcame the reflexive revulsion and swallowed, thrilled by the shameful submission of it. Taking his copious spit into my body, down my throat, into my stomach.
His tongue explored my mouth, the newly conquered territory, stretching out to jab around my teeth, my gums, anywhere it wanted. He kept the fingers of his right hand up my backdoor, and with his le" hand scooped me up around the other side. He stood from the couch, li"ing me up with his inFmidaFng strength, never breaking the kiss.
We conFnued to swap spit like teenagers as he carried me to his buck room bedroom. Laurel following with the vidcam. He laid me down on his bed, which just had a sheet on it. He li"ed my legs up, and to my surprise he buried his large, stubbly face between my cheeks. His large,
powerful tongue darted into my most private regions. He knew what he was doing, and soon I was convulsing, wrapping my legs around his broad, hairy shoulders, gasping with lust. When he reappeared from between my legs he had a triumphant smile on his face. “I love fucking the husbsand of the woman I want, making them liGle sub cucks”
"Knew you'd like that, bitch. Yeah, you got a pussy between your legs just like a woman. You're going to take my cock just like a woman." He ran his callused hands over my splayed thighs, his 5 o'clock shadow glistening. You gonna be fine, now you won’t have to pretend to be able to sex that preGy young wife of yours....you ganna be relieved to be able to just watch and fluff us”
"But first I'm going to have another helping of my all-you-can-eat Danie cuck buffet!" First I am going to make you love being bi or if your wife is real luck I’ll get your ass fully turn gay.
He darted his tongue out at me lewdly, taunFng me. It was gross but it made me flush with lust. He plunged face-first back into my most private of places, and he grabbed my legs, wrapping them over his shoulders.
I watched his bald head bobbing as he ravished me. I went nuts my mind went into another world of lust as I grunted and huffed....the ludes, now I understand why, it was to make my conversion easier...my ass was contracFng...I wanted This guy to fuck me...and I wanted Laurel to watch it.
His huge lapping tongue forced its way as deep into my backside as possible, penetraFng me. An overwhelming warmth radiated from deep within my hole out into my enFre body. I knew that I was as wet and as open down there as I had ever been in my enFre life. He really had turn my ass into a pussy, a wet, dripping pussy.
My small penis was as achingly hard, ridiculous and ignored. I moaned like a woman. I couldn't believe this was happening to me - I had never in my life imagined a man doing this to me. Doing what a man does to a woman. But I know understood what my wife wanted that I had never been able to give her. Why this Redneck Bull would end up with her in my place.
He raised his body back up over mine, his face red, sweat pouring down his forehead. He locked eyes with me. A"er something so inFmate I felt I had to look away, I couldn't look in the eyes of a man who had just done something so emasculaFng to me, while making me feel so good.
I felt incredibly vulnerable. My legs were shaking and I realized he had given me several orgasms, the full body orgasms that women experience. I felt like I could have sobbed. He slapped my face hard with his big hand, grabbing my jaw and clutching it roughly, turning my face to his.
"Look in my eyes, woman. Look. Look into the eyes of the man who's going to fuck you." I obeyed, looking into the glowering, deep set eyes under his heavy brow. His gaze was furious, impenetrable.
"When I fuck you with this cock," He brandished his big fat hard-on like a gun, shaking it at me.
"You will be mine, forever. I'll own you, biologically. And this." He grabbed my liGle flagpole, dwarfing it with his big thumb and forefinger. You will be the property of the man your wife is in love with and having c***dren with in your place..got that?
"This Fny liGle pecker, this useless liGle dinky will never enter a pussy again. Do you understand?" Keep this liGle disgusFng body away from Her... be good and you can watch us, and be our cuck boy.
He roughly whacked my modest erecFon with his hand, and he quickly grabbed something from his night side table. It was Amyl, Her put it under my nose and told me to inhale deep I did it first the le" nostril the the right......I was more than ready
“Are your ready Dan? "Yes Sir." I whispered, my voice croaking. He slapped me again. See your wife over therre tell her now “yes, Laurel I am rady, now I understand what I couldn’t give you and I am sorry.
"Say it!" He barked. Tell me what you know must happen now.
"You'll own me, and I'll never- I'll never fuck again." Markus opened a small vile in his hand and empty its contents onto his hand.
"Say all of it!"
"You'll own me forever and my Fny liGle pecker will never fuck a woman again!"
"Your Fny liGle boy dick will never enter a pussy again, say it!" His le" and clutched my chin roughly and he kept his big face menacingly close to mine, and I felt his right hand plunge between my open legs, adding to the wetness already there.
"My Fny liGle boy dick will never enter a pussy again."
"Louder, bitch!" He shook my chin and squeezed, as his other hand jabbed in and out of the cle" between my ass cheeks.
"My Fny liGle boy dick will never enter a pussy again." "You'll never fuck again, only get fucked, by me!"
"I'll never fuck again, only get fucked by you, Sir!!"
“You want to become our cuck” say it
“I want to be your cuck”
"Promise me, liGle hubbie! Promise me!"
"I promise Sir, I promise, Sir! I promise I'll never get fuck to anyone ever again, I'll only get
fucked by you, Sir! I'll only get fucked by your superior dick!."
"Swear to me! Swear to me that you're Fny pecker will never enter a pussy ever again! That you'll be a virgin cucked husband forever!"
"I swear, Sir, I swear my Fny pecker will never enter a pussy ever again! I swear I'll be a virgin boy forever, Sir, I swear!"
"Swear to me on your life! “
"Again, cunt!" He slapped my face again, blurring my vision.
Markus lowered his hulking body over mine, forcing his way between my legs, splaying me open. I felt his big hard cock jabbing at my backdoor threateningly. I was nervous, terrified for my hole, but I knew there was no way I could stop this even if I wanted.
I felt his strong arms pinning me down, caressed them appreciaFvely. Felt the strength and the coarse hair. He could do whatever he wanted to me, I knew it he was the bull he promised he was in the ad my wife and I had answered last month.
Again, it felt like Markus was teaching me what it was to be a woman, to be trapped under a man's huge body, held down by his oaken arms, and have absolutely no control over the proceedings. No say over what's done to my body. He was leOng me experince just once what
my wife would soon enjoy all the Fme as she began her life as one of the Idaho Bull’s wives. All I could do was try to make the two of them happy by surrendering my manhood and being their cuckold.
He reached under the bed and retrieved the small vial and rubbed more of its contents onto his cock and reapplied to the hole he had been tormenFng with both his tongue and digits. He tossed the boGle aside and began to slowly invade my most inFmate place with his fat bull cock.
I clung to his hairy shoulders desperately as he penetrated me. Slowly but surely he bore the great drill into my insides. I winced with pain but he'd tell me to breathe and push out. Taking those ludes made it happen fast I was totally submiOng.
Though he was paFent, he never slowed his invasion, never stopped gaining territory. All the while, he kept his merciless gaze locked on me. He scruFnized me with a cold fascinaFon of a c***d torturing bugs, watching intently the effect that his baGering ram of a cock had on me.
I could only imagine the pleasure Laurel must feel when they were together.
But there was something so fundamentally embarrassing about having a man's cock inside me. I felt exposed, desperately vulnerable and unmanned all at once. I tried to keep my eyes on the ceiling, but he kept glaring at me. He grabbed my jaw roughly and held my face in place.
"Look at me. Look at the man who's fucking you, Dan." He growled. I gave into his intense scowl. I felt petrified before him, terrified of his anger. He looked so different than the nerdy, bespectacled man who had greeted Laurel and I at the Stateline bar a few hours earlier. He seemed incredibly powerful, triumphant. He pushed in deeper. I
inhaled and breathed out of my nostrils, resolved to not scream despite the searing pain in my guts.
Markus was clearly looking for reasons to slap my face, to beat me down, to remind me that I was just a powerless wimp, so I knew that no good would come from me protesFng, trying to escape the huge red cock I was impaled on.
No good would even come from me asking him to slow me down. I was being educated, trained inot the new role I was to assume in my once wife’s life.
Instead I just held Fght to him and focused on breathing in and out, closing my eyes shut thinking only of his conquering red cock to outrun the pain of his anal invasion. Soon it felt like something in me had shi"ed, accommodaFng his manhood deep inside of me.
"Oooh, there we go." He brought his sizable beer belly down on to my stomach, crushing me beneath him. I felt our sweat-soaked skin seal together. It seemed like his enFre hairy, sweltering body was covering mine.
"Feel that? Those are my big old balls. I'm balls deep nw Dan." The sensaFon of another man's tesFcles, another man's larger, superior tesFcles resFng against my own blew my mind. Balls deep. My friends had always bragged about being "balls deep," in a chick, something I could never accomplish with Laurel.
Now another man was balls deep in me and I knew my wife had experienced his balls at the opening of her pussy just last weekend.
Nothing had ever made me feel like less of a man, nothing that happened to me tonight. And as he had explained to Laurel at their first encounter in Spokane las week thst was the purpose of this second
encounter with both of us with him. A"er Laurel and Markus had met and spent the weekend together, they decide they wanted to go to the next step. The steps the Idaho Bull outloined for a couple’s cuckold conversion by him. They agreed that Laurel and I would meet him at his biker bar at Stateline the following Saturday. Laurel gave me the instrucFons whe she returned in a leGer from Markus addressed to me.
My mind was flooded with the image of his bigger balls laying atop mine, concealing and dominaFng my own weaker gonads. I reflexively Fghtened my hole around his ruGed cock.
"Oooh that's it you’re becoming a girl, squeeze those pussylips on my big fat cock!" He crowed triumphantly, grinning down at me with patronizing delight. His hands grabbed my waist and his rhythm accelerated.
My moans turned into a helpless yelp,my rising voice was not my own. He seemed thrilled by the effect he was having on my body, his cruel grin growing as he cheered himself on between his besFal panFng.
I held onto his shoulders like he was a lifeguard rescuing me from the ocean, as if he wasn't the very man drowning me. I buried my face into his chest patheFcally, soaking the coarse hair there with my tears, as if he was going to comfort me, protect me.
"I'm going to breed you. I'm going to nut you up, Dan." He pumped at me like a dog, banging his hips into me. The whole bed was rocking like mad, slamming into the wall. “this is just what your wife got from me the first Fme I was with her....no condom then, I nuGed Laurel good.”
"I am going to breed like I bred you wife’s Dan. Your. Ass. " He grunted intendedly, huffing and puffing, his face red and furious. The pain of his intrusion swelled as he sped up, but so did the shameful flood of pleasure welling throughout my insides.
"Swear on your wife's life that you'll never breed as a male agin!" He returned to his insane orders, manic glee on his cruel face as he demanded me to pledge these shameful things.
"I swear on my wife's life that I'll never breed, Sir!" I groaned out feebly.
"Say her name again, cunt!" His fingers dug into my hips so hard it felt like he would break the skin. He was pulling me into his pummeling thrusts, li"ing me off the bed to fuck me deeper. I was being thrown all over the bed.
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"They're all watching you, Danieboy! They're all watching you, like a bitch laid out on your back, with a real man's cock up your ass! They're all watching you let them down and fail as a man."
He conFnued to hump furiously as he kept his mouth by my ear, chanFng these insane and humiliaFng fantasies. Yes, that’s not just a vidcam its aGached to a CCTV....my buddies love watch my conversions especially if they have met the wife and they all met laurel last weekend.....
"Yeaah, balls deep muthafucka . Gonna own you forever, Dan" He grunted between thrusts. I thought of our balls next to each other, and my sex-sickened mind cra"ed the fantasFc image of his superior sperm flooding into my balls, conquering and destroying my own seed, taking over my balls.
Would his bigger stronger sperm beat mine into submission, devour them like wolves, or would he just assimilate my testes enFrely? He would fuck me and place his seed into my balls, and I would carry his seed in my subjugated gonads. I felt like an invaded city, gates thrown
open to the invading army. I spread my legs wider for him, to make way for Markus's manful pounding of my defeated ass, giving in to the humiliaFon of his conquering forces' victory parade. “ Shit Dan you did just like your wife did, spread ya legs wide open....wanna wrap them around my back like Laurel did” as he starred manically inot my eyes. Tke it faggot, you geOng fucked boy!
I looked at the bedside mirror, his powerful, broad form pinning my smaller body to the bed. We were both shining with sweat. I was spread wide open, and holding onto to Markus's big hairy back like a
His rough hands held me down on the bed, help open my legs wide for Markus's humping hips. I moaned long and high from the maddening pleasure of Markus's presence in me. I licked at the hair chest above me gratefully, and Markus laughed.
Something just kicked in and I began sucking his nipples and lapping at his hair chest.
I opened my eyes and looked into the broad, bullish face of the man fucking me. It contorted with pleasure, and I knew he was ejaculaFng inside me. Cumming deep inside me like he had in laurel, I was feeling the same thing she had, his huge hot spurts shooFng up inside me.
His pace remained the same but I felt the thick root in me pulse, and felt a warmth spreading from inside my guts as I was inseminated.
Markus conFnued to pound into me as he pleased, slowing down. He grabbed some pillows from the floor and li"ed my hips up, remaining docked inside me. He laid my buG back down on them so that my hips were elevated. He gently caressed my sweat-soaked and flush stomach.
"GoGa make sure I get all of my seed up in your belly, Dan." He crooned. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, feeling him seep further into me.
The I blacked out – into a c*** filled fucked and d**gged out of my mind. But relieved it was over and my failure as a husbsand was no out in the open and I could stop tryingl
When I came around I saw Laurel and Markus cuddle together on the sofa smiling down at me on the floor. I had been too spun-out as it all happened but now re- realized my wife had been there all the Fme watch.
I now in some sane state recalled When she had got up it was only to get the IdahoBull’s vidcam so she could tape my conversion for his online site as an example of his workmanship and for high paid viewing.
Laurel had enjoyed and seen every second on my subjugaFon by her soon to be permanent Bull and lover. She felt free now that I had been converted in to being her and Markus’s bi cuck instead of her failing husband.
Laurel and Markus were now ready free to consummate their relaFonship. Her husband now void of any maleness, they would go to the master bedroom of that same Troy Idaho house where my wife would be impregnated by the Idaho Bull.
Like Laurel did with me I was now handed the vidcam and order to begin filming her subjugaFon and eventual impregnaFon inside that liGle house on the roadside of Troy Idaho. The filming and fluffing of Markus would begin his duFes as their newly branded cuckold.
Part three....
Part 2: Demasculiza1on of the Husband
A"er the hour drive from the biker bar at Stateline down to a small cabin near Troy in his pickup truck, we parked and got out it was very dark, dead silent and the only sign of life was a small porch liGHT on the small house. Markus invited us in. He had all the lights low; he had the heat way up and it was sweaty hot. The man closed all the d****s and put on some county music, beer and reefers and what looked like molly capsules were already out on the coffee table. The smell of leather was strong and his leather gear was hanging on a rack by the door.
He was not a remarkable looking guy, his balding hair trimmed into a buzz cut, glasses, pock-marked features, and a visible beer gut. In my head I thought how I was far more convenFonally handsome than him, and in beGer shape. Leather vest and chaps. His hairy cheat and gut parFally exposed. Markus was a real north Idaho biker red neck hillBIlly. Gun rack proudly mounted above the rock fireplace.
Though we were the same height he outweighed me, with much wider hips, broad shoulders, and a sizable beer belly and a scuzzy beard. SFll, I could sense that we were both a liGle disappointed, or at least underwhelmed. He looked like a beefier redneck version of the IT guy at my office.
He grasped Laurel in a forceful and asserFve embrace, feeling her up and boldly kissing her, all while looking at me in the eye. I just stood there and let it happen- I knew this was what he expected of me.
Grabbing her shoulders, her turned her sideways as he moved in for another kiss, posiFoned so I could see his tongue working itself into my wife’s mouth and her responding by leOng her mouth fall fulling open for he full access.
A"er releasing her, he grabbed my hand into a crushing handshake, imprisoning my smaller hand in his for an unnecessarily long amount of Fme, again drilling his dark eyes into mine. His hand was much larger than mine and very strong. He called me "Danie," a diminuFve version of my name which I had not volunteered.
"Please to meet you, Sir." He chuckled wolfishly, pleased by my submission, and Laurel looked at me with surprise. Markus noFced this and smirked at me. I stepped inside his home. It was sparsely decorated. The place was not clean, and the smell of stale beer mixed with the leather expected at a biker club members home.
I took my shoes off and put them beside a few pair large black strap boot of his- I noFced they were much larger than mine.
He had us sit beside him on the couch and poured us two glasses of whiskey. The couch sat opposite a large mirror, and I sized him up discreetly. I never would have guessed that a guy like him would be a "bull," the sexually powerful men who join cuckold couples in the bedroom. He was out-of-shape, kind of dumpy, and he looked almost like a nerd, but he had a cruel, crude look of confidence on his face as he kept his arm around my wife's shoulder. He winked at me cockily as he copped a feel of her breast with his big hand, making her giggle.
A"er our second glass he produced a large joint. Laurel took it eagerly, I iniFally refused it, but he gave me such a look of reproach that I caved immediately and accepted it. He watched intently as I took a hesitant puff. I coughed a big. I tried to hand it back to him, but he forced my hand back to my face.
"No, no, no. Again, Danie boy. Longer this Fme." He barked at me like a coach, staring me down. Laurel watched with fascinaFon as he forced me to inhale. He clasped his le" hand onto the back of my neck possessively, collaring me as he made me smoke. It made me think of hanging out with my older brother's friends as a teenager, when they'd force me to smoke or drink with them. “that’s I Danie boy, the same is going to go for those ludes over there when the Fme comes.”
Then next he hit me with the coke laced weed "Hold it mutherfucker, hold it, keep it in, that's it." I felt-lightheaded and kept it in as long as I could. Finally, I erupted into a fit of coughing, spuGering out a huge cloud of pot smoke as the cocaine began to kick in. They both laughed at me. Laurel’s giggles were followed by her looking up at him into his eyes with sort of a glazed over look of aGracFon and awe of his crude strong dominaFon over her husband.
"There we go. Let's get you nice and dumb so I can have my way with your wife, liGle pussy hubby." I felt woozy as I sat there, and he kept his strong hand clasped to the back of my neck. With his right hand he conFnued to fondle Laurels body, from her breasts to her Fght exposed belly.
A"er the joint got passed a few more Fmes, each Fme making sure that I smoked to his saFsfacFon, he held my glass to my lips and forced me to down half of glass of tequila, halfway though he picked up one of the ludes from the table and slipped into my throat then resumed the pour.
He then filled it up for me again and barked at me to drink a"er which he ordered me to take one of the molly capsules. I was a goner at this point. I knew if I did not pass out or even OD I was useless to resist what was coming.
Then the Idaho Bull turned his aGenFons to Laurel, pulling her to him. As they made out, his le" hand never loosened its grip on the back of
my neck making sure I not only saw what was unfolding but that I would also hear ever liGle sigh and smell his sexing of my wife.
He had her sit on his lap and with his right arm he took her top off. His hand aGacked her bra, and she removed it, unleashing her pert size 34B's. He grabbed the back of her head and brought her mouth to his for another round of furious French kissing.
Markus slapped the back of my head roughly and brought his le" arm in front of my face, snapping insistently and poinFng at the glass I had le" on the coffee table. Trembling from the smack, I took my glass and took a reluctant sip. He was forcing me to get spun out- the humiliaFon of meekly complying, obeying him, made my dick achingly hard.
Moving her around on his lap, he chewed on her breasts and then growled at me.
"Finish it you dumb faggot, then get us another boGle." He slapped my head again and pointed down the hall, then turned his face back to my wife's belly. “going to let me plant a liGle biker baby in there?”
I obeyed, downing my glass then slowly standing from the couch and walking through the dark path to his kitchen. I found another boGle and opened it, this one cheap vodka, my hands shaking. I felt like I was on another planet, and I noFced my whole body was flush, beet red. I had a hard-on in my jeans that felt like it would burst. The combinaFon of pot, ludes, molly and the cocaine had me feeling like I was not even a human but some kind of thing, object.
I nervously came returned to the living room. Markus threw Laurel on to her back and kissed her some more, then stood up over her, yanking her pants off.
"Get the fuck over here, sissyboy." I placed the vodka on the table and walked over to him sheepishly. He grabbed my shirt by the collar, and in one violent moFon stripped the shirt right off my back. I felt doubly vulnerable being bare-chested in front of him. He grinned at me evilly and stepped in closer, invading my personal space. It felt strange, his shirt pressed against my exposed skin.
"What a liGle fucking wimp. LiGle faggot hubbboy." He grabbed my sides and felt me up roughly. I quivered from being fondled, his hands squeezing my midsecFon so Fght they almost touched. “like me examining your flesh, like a piece of livestock, well this is just the start liGle hubby”...Laurel smiled and giggled enjoying my humiliaFon.
"Flabby sallow liGle out of shape body. Don't you know your ifeants wants a real man." He slapped his belly for emphasis.
His large hand grabbed my waist, and then ran up my stomach to my chest. He grabbed my sides again and I heard him snort sharply. With a low, growling sound he unleashed a thick loogie of green snot right on my bare chest. It hit me in the liGle cle" right between my pectoral muscles, it felt cold and sickeningly wet as it clung there. He laughed cruelly and grabbed my hands, taking them in his, he forced me to rub his phlegm into the liGle thicket of light-colored hair that adorned my chest. As my wife watched it all unfold.
"What do you say, boy?" He demanded with a wolfish grin on his face.
"Thank you, Sir." I looked to the couch and Laurel was staring at me dumb founded.
He then took a step back and quickly flung his own black t-shirt off. His big hairy belly poured out. He was completely coated in dark, wiry hair that contrasted to his pail clammy flesh. Even his shoulders were hairy,
but it was thickest on his large chest and big generous gut. He ran his fingers through the forest proudly.
"See this boy, this is what a man is supposed to look like, a real man." I nodded dumbly, acknowledging his superior manhood. He was right.
His hands aGacked my belt and unbuGoned my pants. The next thing I knew I was trembling before them in the Fghty-whiFes he had instructed me to wear. Laurel laughed in ridicule from the couch - the one Fme she had seen me in them she said they made me look like a liGle boy. But in his emails, Markus had ordered me to wear them, had told me that these were the only appropriate underwear for liGle wimpy cuck boys.
"Have another drink, sweetheart. Daddy will be with you in a minute, I just have to put this wimp a your's in his place." Turning back to me, Markus grabbed the back of my neck again and li"ed his right arm to the ceiling. I instantly could smell the strong stench of sweat from his armpit. It was a dark, swirling forest. He pulled my head into his open arm, and I felt myself drawn into his armpit face first. I couldn't believe he was making me do this. I allowed him to press my face into the coarse and sweaty hair of his armpit.
"That's it, give that sFnking man-pit a liGle kiss, pussy. A french kiss." I opened my mouth and was overwhelmed by the acrid, sweat-drenched bush of his pit.
"Hey Laurel, look how hard your husband's wimpy liGle dick gets in his Fghty-whiFes when he tongues out my sweaty armpit. He's got a liGle tent in his undies going!" He laughed as he ground my face into his pit. He then shi"ed his stance and threw my head into his other armpit. The d**gs had kicked in and I began lick suck and slobbering in his bodily stench, my mind reeled as I craved the aroma.
"That's it, keep kissing. Might as well make it good. I have a feeling that from now on, the only thing you're going to get to kiss is my hairy armpit. Maybe my balls too, if you're lucky." I licked with gusto, giving into the degradaFon of this, wanFng to taste the sweat and the smell of him. My Fny pecker pulsed in my Fghty-whiFes, and I ground it into his jeans, against big thigh.
"Ooh, he's loving this, Laurel. I think he might just come in his panFes if we keep this up. A"er all, he is a premature ejaculator, isn't' he Laurel?" He released me from the humid prison of his pit and pawed my waist and pulled me roughly so that I stood a few inches before him. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my jockeys and swi"ly ripped them down to my ankles. I stood bare ass before him and Laurel, the air caressing my naked backside feeling strange.
He instantly burst into loud, mocking laughter as he openly leered at my endowment. I felt my face grow somehow redder. I looked at Laurel, she was chuckling along with him. I was totally hard, just under four inches, poking up towards my belly buGon desperately. I guess on someone over 6 feet it looked preGy small.
"Oh Laurel you poor girl. Is this all he's been giving you? No wonder you're horny for a real man." He reached around and slapped my chub buG cheek, unsteadying me, and without reservaFon he reached down and began fiddling with my hard-on. I gasped at the touch of his large, rough hands on my penis.
"Christ, I had a bigger dick by the Fme I was 6, no lie. And these liGle balls are like g****s. They're like a fucking liGle boy's." He cupped and fondled my scrotum as he conFnued to laugh derisively, eyeing my endowment with disbelief.
"Seriously, did you even go through puberty man?" He spoke right into my ear, his big broad face only an inch from mine, as he ran his big fingers through my modest pubic bush.
"You barely even have pubes and all that flabbyness. You’re like the damn liGle chubby tubby fat k** on the school playground." I let the words wash over me, and felt them penetrate my brain. Mean as it was, the humiliaFon was making me tremble with lust. I noFced Laurel looking at me with curiosity. Suddenly he clasped my shoulders and forced me to my knees. He grabbed the back of my head and held it in front of his bulging crotch, just inches away.
"Now I'm going to show you what a real man is packing between his legs. Take it out for me, faggot." My whole body was dazing from the d**gs and booze, mind mind was on some other planet, I felt my self snorFng and breaking inot a fear sweat as he towered over me
Laurel was staring at me intently and smiling with fascinaFon as I reached with trembling hands and unzipped his jeans. Instantly a long, and extremely thick, veiny penis unfurled out, clearly much longer than my hard-on even though he was not even slightly erect yet. It must have been 8 inches so".
He bucked his hips forward and slapped me in the face with it, sending both him and Laurel into hysterics. He pushed me down on to the floor and went back to Laurel on the couch. He took his pants off and i was greeted with the obscene sight of his huge, hairy white ass over me. He stepped out of the jeans and kicked them across the floor near me - I saw that he wore a waist size of 42x38.
"You stay on your hands and knees now, boy, or there'll be hell to pay." He sat down beside her and had me serve them the vodka and another rough of cocaine off his mirrored tray, then again insisted he I fill one for myself too. He had Laurel on his lap, her face buried into his cock, as
he reached over and fingered her crotch, he tapped out some coke on his forehand and placed it. A very wide long lne in front of her. Laurel complied and inhaled the massive hit of prisFne prime cocaine.
Markus stretched his big, thick hairy legs out on to an oGoman, proudly showing off his huge, hairy endowment, and snapped and pointed to his large, wide bare feet. Just like the rest of him, they were covered in the same swirling black hair. I tentaFvely took them in my hands and to rub them. I couldn't believe how low he had brought me, in front of Laurel. He leaned over and slapped the back of my head angrily, and then forced my face into his toe. I knew what he wanted.
His feet had the same sweaty musk that his pits did. They stunk, but I was eager for every humiliaFon he visited on me. The whole night it felt like he had been stripping me of my manhood, stripping me of any masculinity I ever had and forcing me to serve his. Ripping off the false protecFve armor of manhood piece by piece unFl it lay taGered at my feet, exposing the quivering, perverted wimp I was deep down. All in front of my wife. The thought made me dizzy.
So i licked his feet like the most patheFc faggot slave I could have ever imagined. I sucked on each toe gratefully. Dug my tongue between each toe to taste the disFnct funk there. Lapped his heels and balls of his feet, sucked upon his untrimmed, yellowed toenails, swirled the long hairs on his toes in my mouth. All the while he and Laurel looked down and laughed cruelly and praised my efforts derisively.
He had me wheel my body around so that my kneeling legs and backside faced the couch. He laid his big hand down on my sweat- soaked small of my back, just past my keister. He laid his hand there the way a master would rest his hand on his dog.
"That it sluts, keeping sucking. You suck my cock, sweetheart, and your liGle faggot boyfriend can keep sucking on my sFnking feet." He
brought his hand from my and grabbed my neck, then forced his thick fingers in my mouth. I licked them eagerly, then he slapped my face and sent me back to tongue-on-toe duty. The cocaine had hit full force as I saw my wife posiFon hir oral orifice directly onto the side of his now massive erect penis, minimum 11 inches and super thick. It was ready to explore Laurel’s virgin gullet.
The next thing I know, I felt his fat, moistened fingers jabbing between my buG cheeks. When one darted into my hole roughly, I yelped, and Laurel stood up and gasped. He kicked his foot back into my mouth, and I felt my lip swell. I obeyed and began licking his feet again and let him force the trespassing digit into my backside.
I felt Laurel crawl over us and off the couch. I tried to look up, but he brought this other foot down on the back of my neck hard, locking me in.
"I'm sorry, I can't do this- I can't do any of this, and - I don't want-" I could hear her scrambling to dress and collect her things. Markus kept me locked into posiFon, I tried to call out but I couldn't even say anything as he had half of his giant right foot down my throat.
He ground his le" heel into my upper back painfully, keeping me imprisoned. All the while his finger conFnued to burrow into my ass. I heard her grab her purse, but I couldn't see her as she and now I was stranded alone with this stranger.
"Tough luck, Danieboy. I think you've just been dumped." He cracked up with laughter, releasing my head from the hold but conFnuing to grind his feet into my mouth. I li"ed myself from the oGoman, stumbling to stand, my head racing from the wine and weed.
"Markus, Sir, please, I need to leave with her- I need-" “The camera is on that top shelf, we gonna record this for my site, you gonna film your husband’s conversion from man to sub bi cuck right now...find it ?”
"What, with this?" He stood from the couch, my cell phone in his hand.
", please-" I grabbed for the phone and he pushed me hard. I stumbled several feet and walked over to my pants.
He then pushed past me, shouldering me into the wall like a bully pushing his vicFm into lockers, and seized my pants from the floor.. From my discarded jeans he pulled out the keys to my studio apartment
He sat beside me and threw his big heavy arm over shoulder, pulling me into him.
"Your ass is mine, boy. You're all mine, my property, unFl I say so. You got it, Danie boy?" He reached between my legs and his fingers found their way to my hole again.
Laurel returned with the vidcam in hand and a big grin on her face, Marckus reached over and slapped her ass hard “zoom in on this...”
I nodded slowly, feeling his size, his he" and strength beside me, pushing into me. He had at least 40 pounds on me. I was truly afraid of what this man could do to me if I displeased him. I also felt that strange compulsion to conFnue to please him.
I leaned into him, his stronger, larger body, offering more of myself to his hand. I winced as he shoved another finger up my backside, but accepted the intrusion, doing my best to breathe deeply and allow it entry.
"If you think this changes anything you're out of your ditzy liGle mind, Danieboy. I'm sFll going to fuck that ass of your's, just like we planned.
You're geOng some dick tonight, sweetpea. There's no going back, Danieboy. This is called a conversion – of you faggot from being her husband to becoming our bi cuck". Once we done this your wife is going give me a baby or two or three – got it bitch/”
He the fondled my chest with his other hand, tweaking my nipple. He leaned in and nuzzled my neck. His mouth felt incredible. It made me swoon as he chewed on my neck, chest and ear.
He began devouring around my ear, darFng his tongue into my ear lobe. All the while his fingers worked in and out of my cheeks, the other expertly tweaking my nipple, making me literally swoon.
"Besides, I liked your mouth beGer than her, anyway with her I want her hot cunt." He whispered huskily into the ear he had covered in his spit. He sawed three fingers into my asshole and I moaned and ground down in to them.
"Yeah that's right sissy, you're just dying to spread those legs for me, aren't you pussyboy." I moaned in response, and he jabbed them in roughly, causing me to yelp. “Zoom in on his face now...”
"Aren't you?!" He demanded, conFnuing to roughly finger-bang me. Finger-banged. I was being fingerbanged just like some dumb slut.
"Yes, Sir." Dan croaked.
"You want to be out bi cuck Dan? He barked, drilling his boGomless black eyes into mine.
"Yes Sir- I- want to be you and my wife’s cuck." I admiGed. He conFnued to glare at me, our faces pressed up next to each other like fighters during a pre-match stare down. All the while his fingers worked their way inside me, enveloping the lower half of my body in a feverish heat.
He brought his face closer and to my surprise he seized my mouth in his, forcing my head into his for a long, demanding kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth, it felt so strange to kiss a man like this- the size of his thick tongue, his huge mouth, the stubble scr****g my face. “See this is what you wife likes what sehe gets from me a real man”.
His big carnivorous teeth banging into mine. The acrid smell of his sweat. The tobacco, weed and wine imbued in his spit. His tongue wrestled mine into submission. I yielded completely, giving free range of my mouth to the hot and sFnking invader. It was like he was r****g my mouth with his own.
All the while, I felt his saliva seep into my mouth. I overcame the reflexive revulsion and swallowed, thrilled by the shameful submission of it. Taking his copious spit into my body, down my throat, into my stomach.
His tongue explored my mouth, the newly conquered territory, stretching out to jab around my teeth, my gums, anywhere it wanted. He kept the fingers of his right hand up my backdoor, and with his le" hand scooped me up around the other side. He stood from the couch, li"ing me up with his inFmidaFng strength, never breaking the kiss.
We conFnued to swap spit like teenagers as he carried me to his buck room bedroom. Laurel following with the vidcam. He laid me down on his bed, which just had a sheet on it. He li"ed my legs up, and to my surprise he buried his large, stubbly face between my cheeks. His large,
powerful tongue darted into my most private regions. He knew what he was doing, and soon I was convulsing, wrapping my legs around his broad, hairy shoulders, gasping with lust. When he reappeared from between my legs he had a triumphant smile on his face. “I love fucking the husbsand of the woman I want, making them liGle sub cucks”
"Knew you'd like that, bitch. Yeah, you got a pussy between your legs just like a woman. You're going to take my cock just like a woman." He ran his callused hands over my splayed thighs, his 5 o'clock shadow glistening. You gonna be fine, now you won’t have to pretend to be able to sex that preGy young wife of yours....you ganna be relieved to be able to just watch and fluff us”
"But first I'm going to have another helping of my all-you-can-eat Danie cuck buffet!" First I am going to make you love being bi or if your wife is real luck I’ll get your ass fully turn gay.
He darted his tongue out at me lewdly, taunFng me. It was gross but it made me flush with lust. He plunged face-first back into my most private of places, and he grabbed my legs, wrapping them over his shoulders.
I watched his bald head bobbing as he ravished me. I went nuts my mind went into another world of lust as I grunted and huffed....the ludes, now I understand why, it was to make my conversion easier...my ass was contracFng...I wanted This guy to fuck me...and I wanted Laurel to watch it.
His huge lapping tongue forced its way as deep into my backside as possible, penetraFng me. An overwhelming warmth radiated from deep within my hole out into my enFre body. I knew that I was as wet and as open down there as I had ever been in my enFre life. He really had turn my ass into a pussy, a wet, dripping pussy.
My small penis was as achingly hard, ridiculous and ignored. I moaned like a woman. I couldn't believe this was happening to me - I had never in my life imagined a man doing this to me. Doing what a man does to a woman. But I know understood what my wife wanted that I had never been able to give her. Why this Redneck Bull would end up with her in my place.
He raised his body back up over mine, his face red, sweat pouring down his forehead. He locked eyes with me. A"er something so inFmate I felt I had to look away, I couldn't look in the eyes of a man who had just done something so emasculaFng to me, while making me feel so good.
I felt incredibly vulnerable. My legs were shaking and I realized he had given me several orgasms, the full body orgasms that women experience. I felt like I could have sobbed. He slapped my face hard with his big hand, grabbing my jaw and clutching it roughly, turning my face to his.
"Look in my eyes, woman. Look. Look into the eyes of the man who's going to fuck you." I obeyed, looking into the glowering, deep set eyes under his heavy brow. His gaze was furious, impenetrable.
"When I fuck you with this cock," He brandished his big fat hard-on like a gun, shaking it at me.
"You will be mine, forever. I'll own you, biologically. And this." He grabbed my liGle flagpole, dwarfing it with his big thumb and forefinger. You will be the property of the man your wife is in love with and having c***dren with in your place..got that?
"This Fny liGle pecker, this useless liGle dinky will never enter a pussy again. Do you understand?" Keep this liGle disgusFng body away from Her... be good and you can watch us, and be our cuck boy.
He roughly whacked my modest erecFon with his hand, and he quickly grabbed something from his night side table. It was Amyl, Her put it under my nose and told me to inhale deep I did it first the le" nostril the the right......I was more than ready
“Are your ready Dan? "Yes Sir." I whispered, my voice croaking. He slapped me again. See your wife over therre tell her now “yes, Laurel I am rady, now I understand what I couldn’t give you and I am sorry.
"Say it!" He barked. Tell me what you know must happen now.
"You'll own me, and I'll never- I'll never fuck again." Markus opened a small vile in his hand and empty its contents onto his hand.
"Say all of it!"
"You'll own me forever and my Fny liGle pecker will never fuck a woman again!"
"Your Fny liGle boy dick will never enter a pussy again, say it!" His le" and clutched my chin roughly and he kept his big face menacingly close to mine, and I felt his right hand plunge between my open legs, adding to the wetness already there.
"My Fny liGle boy dick will never enter a pussy again."
"Louder, bitch!" He shook my chin and squeezed, as his other hand jabbed in and out of the cle" between my ass cheeks.
"My Fny liGle boy dick will never enter a pussy again." "You'll never fuck again, only get fucked, by me!"
"I'll never fuck again, only get fucked by you, Sir!!"
“You want to become our cuck” say it
“I want to be your cuck”
"Promise me, liGle hubbie! Promise me!"
"I promise Sir, I promise, Sir! I promise I'll never get fuck to anyone ever again, I'll only get
fucked by you, Sir! I'll only get fucked by your superior dick!."
"Swear to me! Swear to me that you're Fny pecker will never enter a pussy ever again! That you'll be a virgin cucked husband forever!"
"I swear, Sir, I swear my Fny pecker will never enter a pussy ever again! I swear I'll be a virgin boy forever, Sir, I swear!"
"Swear to me on your life! “
"Again, cunt!" He slapped my face again, blurring my vision.
Markus lowered his hulking body over mine, forcing his way between my legs, splaying me open. I felt his big hard cock jabbing at my backdoor threateningly. I was nervous, terrified for my hole, but I knew there was no way I could stop this even if I wanted.
I felt his strong arms pinning me down, caressed them appreciaFvely. Felt the strength and the coarse hair. He could do whatever he wanted to me, I knew it he was the bull he promised he was in the ad my wife and I had answered last month.
Again, it felt like Markus was teaching me what it was to be a woman, to be trapped under a man's huge body, held down by his oaken arms, and have absolutely no control over the proceedings. No say over what's done to my body. He was leOng me experince just once what
my wife would soon enjoy all the Fme as she began her life as one of the Idaho Bull’s wives. All I could do was try to make the two of them happy by surrendering my manhood and being their cuckold.
He reached under the bed and retrieved the small vial and rubbed more of its contents onto his cock and reapplied to the hole he had been tormenFng with both his tongue and digits. He tossed the boGle aside and began to slowly invade my most inFmate place with his fat bull cock.
I clung to his hairy shoulders desperately as he penetrated me. Slowly but surely he bore the great drill into my insides. I winced with pain but he'd tell me to breathe and push out. Taking those ludes made it happen fast I was totally submiOng.
Though he was paFent, he never slowed his invasion, never stopped gaining territory. All the while, he kept his merciless gaze locked on me. He scruFnized me with a cold fascinaFon of a c***d torturing bugs, watching intently the effect that his baGering ram of a cock had on me.
I could only imagine the pleasure Laurel must feel when they were together.
But there was something so fundamentally embarrassing about having a man's cock inside me. I felt exposed, desperately vulnerable and unmanned all at once. I tried to keep my eyes on the ceiling, but he kept glaring at me. He grabbed my jaw roughly and held my face in place.
"Look at me. Look at the man who's fucking you, Dan." He growled. I gave into his intense scowl. I felt petrified before him, terrified of his anger. He looked so different than the nerdy, bespectacled man who had greeted Laurel and I at the Stateline bar a few hours earlier. He seemed incredibly powerful, triumphant. He pushed in deeper. I
inhaled and breathed out of my nostrils, resolved to not scream despite the searing pain in my guts.
Markus was clearly looking for reasons to slap my face, to beat me down, to remind me that I was just a powerless wimp, so I knew that no good would come from me protesFng, trying to escape the huge red cock I was impaled on.
No good would even come from me asking him to slow me down. I was being educated, trained inot the new role I was to assume in my once wife’s life.
Instead I just held Fght to him and focused on breathing in and out, closing my eyes shut thinking only of his conquering red cock to outrun the pain of his anal invasion. Soon it felt like something in me had shi"ed, accommodaFng his manhood deep inside of me.
"Oooh, there we go." He brought his sizable beer belly down on to my stomach, crushing me beneath him. I felt our sweat-soaked skin seal together. It seemed like his enFre hairy, sweltering body was covering mine.
"Feel that? Those are my big old balls. I'm balls deep nw Dan." The sensaFon of another man's tesFcles, another man's larger, superior tesFcles resFng against my own blew my mind. Balls deep. My friends had always bragged about being "balls deep," in a chick, something I could never accomplish with Laurel.
Now another man was balls deep in me and I knew my wife had experienced his balls at the opening of her pussy just last weekend.
Nothing had ever made me feel like less of a man, nothing that happened to me tonight. And as he had explained to Laurel at their first encounter in Spokane las week thst was the purpose of this second
encounter with both of us with him. A"er Laurel and Markus had met and spent the weekend together, they decide they wanted to go to the next step. The steps the Idaho Bull outloined for a couple’s cuckold conversion by him. They agreed that Laurel and I would meet him at his biker bar at Stateline the following Saturday. Laurel gave me the instrucFons whe she returned in a leGer from Markus addressed to me.
My mind was flooded with the image of his bigger balls laying atop mine, concealing and dominaFng my own weaker gonads. I reflexively Fghtened my hole around his ruGed cock.
"Oooh that's it you’re becoming a girl, squeeze those pussylips on my big fat cock!" He crowed triumphantly, grinning down at me with patronizing delight. His hands grabbed my waist and his rhythm accelerated.
My moans turned into a helpless yelp,my rising voice was not my own. He seemed thrilled by the effect he was having on my body, his cruel grin growing as he cheered himself on between his besFal panFng.
I held onto his shoulders like he was a lifeguard rescuing me from the ocean, as if he wasn't the very man drowning me. I buried my face into his chest patheFcally, soaking the coarse hair there with my tears, as if he was going to comfort me, protect me.
"I'm going to breed you. I'm going to nut you up, Dan." He pumped at me like a dog, banging his hips into me. The whole bed was rocking like mad, slamming into the wall. “this is just what your wife got from me the first Fme I was with her....no condom then, I nuGed Laurel good.”
"I am going to breed like I bred you wife’s Dan. Your. Ass. " He grunted intendedly, huffing and puffing, his face red and furious. The pain of his intrusion swelled as he sped up, but so did the shameful flood of pleasure welling throughout my insides.
"Swear on your wife's life that you'll never breed as a male agin!" He returned to his insane orders, manic glee on his cruel face as he demanded me to pledge these shameful things.
"I swear on my wife's life that I'll never breed, Sir!" I groaned out feebly.
"Say her name again, cunt!" His fingers dug into my hips so hard it felt like he would break the skin. He was pulling me into his pummeling thrusts, li"ing me off the bed to fuck me deeper. I was being thrown all over the bed.
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"They're all watching you, Danieboy! They're all watching you, like a bitch laid out on your back, with a real man's cock up your ass! They're all watching you let them down and fail as a man."
He conFnued to hump furiously as he kept his mouth by my ear, chanFng these insane and humiliaFng fantasies. Yes, that’s not just a vidcam its aGached to a CCTV....my buddies love watch my conversions especially if they have met the wife and they all met laurel last weekend.....
"Yeaah, balls deep muthafucka . Gonna own you forever, Dan" He grunted between thrusts. I thought of our balls next to each other, and my sex-sickened mind cra"ed the fantasFc image of his superior sperm flooding into my balls, conquering and destroying my own seed, taking over my balls.
Would his bigger stronger sperm beat mine into submission, devour them like wolves, or would he just assimilate my testes enFrely? He would fuck me and place his seed into my balls, and I would carry his seed in my subjugated gonads. I felt like an invaded city, gates thrown
open to the invading army. I spread my legs wider for him, to make way for Markus's manful pounding of my defeated ass, giving in to the humiliaFon of his conquering forces' victory parade. “ Shit Dan you did just like your wife did, spread ya legs wide open....wanna wrap them around my back like Laurel did” as he starred manically inot my eyes. Tke it faggot, you geOng fucked boy!
I looked at the bedside mirror, his powerful, broad form pinning my smaller body to the bed. We were both shining with sweat. I was spread wide open, and holding onto to Markus's big hairy back like a
His rough hands held me down on the bed, help open my legs wide for Markus's humping hips. I moaned long and high from the maddening pleasure of Markus's presence in me. I licked at the hair chest above me gratefully, and Markus laughed.
Something just kicked in and I began sucking his nipples and lapping at his hair chest.
I opened my eyes and looked into the broad, bullish face of the man fucking me. It contorted with pleasure, and I knew he was ejaculaFng inside me. Cumming deep inside me like he had in laurel, I was feeling the same thing she had, his huge hot spurts shooFng up inside me.
His pace remained the same but I felt the thick root in me pulse, and felt a warmth spreading from inside my guts as I was inseminated.
Markus conFnued to pound into me as he pleased, slowing down. He grabbed some pillows from the floor and li"ed my hips up, remaining docked inside me. He laid my buG back down on them so that my hips were elevated. He gently caressed my sweat-soaked and flush stomach.
"GoGa make sure I get all of my seed up in your belly, Dan." He crooned. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, feeling him seep further into me.
The I blacked out – into a c*** filled fucked and d**gged out of my mind. But relieved it was over and my failure as a husbsand was no out in the open and I could stop tryingl
When I came around I saw Laurel and Markus cuddle together on the sofa smiling down at me on the floor. I had been too spun-out as it all happened but now re- realized my wife had been there all the Fme watch.
I now in some sane state recalled When she had got up it was only to get the IdahoBull’s vidcam so she could tape my conversion for his online site as an example of his workmanship and for high paid viewing.
Laurel had enjoyed and seen every second on my subjugaFon by her soon to be permanent Bull and lover. She felt free now that I had been converted in to being her and Markus’s bi cuck instead of her failing husband.
Laurel and Markus were now ready free to consummate their relaFonship. Her husband now void of any maleness, they would go to the master bedroom of that same Troy Idaho house where my wife would be impregnated by the Idaho Bull.
Like Laurel did with me I was now handed the vidcam and order to begin filming her subjugaFon and eventual impregnaFon inside that liGle house on the roadside of Troy Idaho. The filming and fluffing of Markus would begin his duFes as their newly branded cuckold.
Part three....
1 year ago
