The Bull, pt. 1 (Patreon)

"Get your ass in my office.  Now!"  Brad slammed the phone down, nearly  breaking it.  They called him "The Bull" for a reason.  At 6'4" he was a  towering wall of muscle that made the large oak desk look small.  He  liked the nickname.  It kept his guys in line.  He didn't start and grow  a successful brokerage company by being a gentle giant.  And having  just turned 50 he wasn't about to start.  Besides, he paid these guys  more than enough.  If the little pussies couldn't take it they could get  the hell out.  This was more or less what he was about to explain to  the young man about to enter.  "Get in here," he yelled at the knock on  his door.  He stood up to his full, broad-shouldered height when Justin  entered.  It was intimidating.  His powerful frame bulged against his  dress shirt and pants, the dark tie nestled between the two large mounds  of his chest.  Coupled with his tight brillo-pad haircut he looked more  like a grizzled laborer than executive.  He even had to have his suits  custom made.  It was chump change to him, but it was just something else  he could lord over the guys working under him.  He only hired men, and  usually ones fresh out of college.  He told himself it was because he  remembered what it was like when he was getting his start and that he  wanted to give them a chance.  It's why he was so hard on them.  The  reality was that they were usually easy to push around and he could pay  them less.  It was understood that you were going to have to eat some  shit on your first job.  It was considered an investment.  You put your  time in the trenches and screwed over whoever got in your way the first  chance you got.  It's how these things worked.  Being top dog in a sea  of smart, good looking guys also fed his aging ego.    
 

"Sit down," he boomed across the large office.  He'd regretted  hiring Justin almost immediately.  There was something about him that  made him uncomfortable.  Nothing he could put his finger on.  The kid  brought in more clients and revenue than guys who'd been there for  years.  There was just...something.  On the surface he was like all the  other guys who worked for him: fit, handsome and well-groomed.  He had  distinct, pale features, and Brad guessed him to be Romanian or some  other Eastern European heritage.  It wasn't a surprise that most of his  clients were women.  His thick, raven hair was always in place and his  sharp, angular cheeks were always free of stubble.  Brad resented the  way Justin wore his fitted suits, showing off an impressive build of his  own.  "Useless gym shit," Brad called it.  Justin didn't have real  muscle like he did.  All the kid's was good for was picking up girls too  dumb to know better.  "Queers, more like it," Brad thought disgustedly.     
 

"I'm sorry, the deadline totally slipped my..."  
 

"Did I tell you to talk?"  Brad slammed his meaty hand on his desk.   "I don't pay you for excuses.  You've been here for a year now, kid,  and I think it's time we had a talk about what kind of future you have  here."   
 

Brad wasn't expecting Justin to smile.  "I agree," the young man  said, unfazed.  He reached into his shirt and pulled out a necklace with  a dark pink stone wrapped in gold wire hanging from it.     
 

"What the hell is that?  I'm not interested in your jewel..."
 

"Stop talking."  Just like that, Brad froze.  He opened his mouth  several times, but couldn't get sound to come out.  "That is so much  better," Justin said with a laugh.  He stretched casually in the chair  and crossed one leg over the other.  "Call Jeremy and tell him you're  not to be disturbed for any reason until you tell him otherwise.  Then  go lock the door."   
 

Brad was stunned as he obediently picked up the phone.  "I'm not to  be disturbed for any reason until further notice," he barked.  He glared  at Justin as he crossed his office and locked the door.  He was  straining every one of his ample muscles to no effect.   
 

"You can talk.  Quietly."   
 

"What the hell is this?!" Brad wanted it to be a yell.  It wasn't much more than a whisper.   
 

"This is you getting put in your place.  I think we've all had enough of "The Bull" around here."   
 

"I don't know how you're doing this, but I swear to god I'm going to fucking break you in half you fucking little fag..."
 

"Language!" Justin was stern when he interrupted.  "Get over here, mister."   
 

Brad's face was a mask of fury as his beefy legs carried him over  next to his desk where Justin stood.  He had no idea what the young man  had done to him.  His body was responding on its own, whether he wanted  it to or not.  "How are you doing this," Brad quietly spat.  "Hey!" He  wasn't expecting Justin to reach over and undo his belt.  He wanted  nothing more than to slam the other man's handsome face into the desk,  but he couldn't move.   
 

Justin pulled the leather belt free.  He knew it cost more than some  people made in a week.  "Just stand there," he said, undoing Brad's fly  and zipper.  The big man gasped when Justin pulled his pants and boxers  down around his ankles.   
 

"I always knew you were a fucking homo," Brad seethed, blushing as  he felt a breeze on his suddenly exposed lower half.  Not that he was  ashamed.  In a different situation he was all too happy to show off his  goods.  He had a solid, powerful ass and a thick, six-and-a-half inches  with large, heavy balls.  His current situation, though, was less than  ideal.   
 

"There's that language again.  Bend over and grab the desk."   
 

"You have no idea what you're doiiiii!"  Brad yelped when he felt  his expensive belt crack against his muscular backside.  His face was  purple.  There was no way he was going to let some queer little punk  spank him like a child.  He was going to turn around and strangle Justin  with that belt.  He tried, harder than he'd tried to do anything in  recent memory, but all he could do was bite his strong fingers into the  desk so hard it almost broke.   
 

"This is what happens when you cop an attitude," Justin said  condescendingly, raining blow after blow against the reddening globes.   He finally relented and motioned for Brad to stand back up.  His boss's  huge chest was heaving from anger.   
 

Brad glared down at the younger man, seeing red.  He couldn't  remember the last time he'd been this angry.  That anger was the only  thing keeping the shock from setting in.  Somehow Justin had done  something to him.  Drugs?  Brad didn't care.  All he could think about  were the various tortures he'd inflict on the little punk the first  chance he got.  He strained again as Justin casually unbuttoned his  shirt and pulled it down his thick arms, exposing the bulky, hairy torso  underneath.   
 

Justin wasn't fazed.  He took his time looking Brad up and down,  poking and prodding and running his hands along the older man's wide,  solid body.  "You are a big one," he whistled, walking in a circle  around Brad.  "And these?"  He reached down and grabbed the large, low  balls.  "I see why they call you the Bull!"  He gave them a swing,  smiling when Brad's eyes went wide.  "I'm sure being out of control is a  foreign feeling, but this'll go easier for you if you don't fight it."    
 

"I've got a foreign feeling for you," Brad said through gritted teeth.   
 

"I was hoping you'd put up a fight.  Easier for you is less fun for  me."  Justin ran his fingers through the wiry fur on Brad's bulging pecs  to tweak the large nipples.  "So is that all for show, or does that  equipment still work?  I know a lot of guys your age have problems with  that."   
 

"Fuck...you..." Brad gasped as Justin continued to work his chest.   He felt pressure starting to build at his crotch but he was determined  not to let it show in front of his tormentor.   
 

"Maybe this'll be easier if you close your eyes."   
 

It was the last thing Brad wanted.  Not moving was one thing, but  not being able to see what Justin was doing seemed even worse.  Still,  his eyelids forced their way down.  At first there was nothing.  Brad  did his best to brace himself like he used to on the football field when  he didn't know where a hit was coming from.  Instead of a hit he felt a  warm, wet object press against his sore nipple as Justin worked his  tongue over it.  He gritted his teeth when Justin switched to the other  one.  His cock was starting to twitch.  That twitching only got worse  when Justin's surprisingly soft hand slid down to his crotch and began  kneading the hairy sacs.  He couldn't stop it.  His thick rod  practically sprang to attention.   
 

"You can open your eyes now."   
 

Brad's face burned even harder when he opened his eyes on the sight  of a man fondling his balls.  He'd been hit on by guys before, but he  always made sure they learned what a mistake that was.  Justin's smug  expression only fueled his rage.  "Nice fairy hands, faggot.  You like  gettin' 'em on a real man for a change?"   
 

"A 'real' man?  Is that what you are," Justin asked calmly.  "Why  don't you pick up where I left off and tell me all about it."   
 

Brad couldn't believe what he was doing as he grabbed his throbbing  pole with one hand and went back to his nipples with the other.  Worse  was the stream of words that left his mouth seemingly on their own.   "This is what a fuckin' man looks like," he said confidently, pumping  away.  "Not that gym shit.  You want a real man you come to me.  The  Bull's got more...uh...than enough...dick for ya."  Brad's heart was  racing.  Anger or not, the shock of jerking himself off in his office in  front of one of his employees was starting to sink in.   
 

"Show me," Justin purred.   
 

Brad let go of his nipple and flexed a powerful arm, still stroking.   He flexed his firm stomach and legs.  He was still flexing when Justin  came up from behind and pressed himself against his broad back.  The  young man's hands grabbed the nipples again while he nibbled on Brad's  earlobe and ground the solid bulge in his slacks against the naked man's  ass.   
 

It was too much for the already-close Brad.  The sudden contact  pushed him over the edge.  He grunted and tensed, spraying thick, ropey  strands all over his desk.  "Gonna...kill you..." Brad panted.   
 

"We'll work on that later," Justin said cheerfully, giving one of  Brad's solid, hairy cheeks a squeeze.  "I'll be back at the end of the  day so you can take me home with you.  Until then you can get dressed."    
 

Brad had no intention of letting this freak leave his office, let  alone come home with him.  He kept telling himself that as soon as he  was dressed he'd make his move.  He pulled his boxers and pants back up  and buttoned his shirt, replacing the discarded tie calmly.  Being  dressed helped.  It was almost like armor.  He felt more in control,  like he actually could make this little queer pay.  He felt his  confidence start to creep back in.  Until Justin casually reached over,  unzipped his pants and fished his meaty cock and balls back out.   
 

"Those stay that way for the rest of the day."
 

Brad tried to force his hands to cooperate, to cover himself back  up.  They wouldn't.  After a few minutes of struggling he gave up.  "I  have meetings this afternoon!"   
 

"You better not stand up, then.  Or hell, stand up and see what  happens!  That could be more interesting.  You just can't cancel them."   Brad winced when Justin leaned in, his face inches from his own.  He  thought the other man was going to kiss him.  "And don't think you can  tell anyone about any of this.  You can't.  See you in a few hours."   
 

Brad could just stand there and watch Justin stroll out.  He was so  stunned that he didn't register the open door until he heard Jeremy  approaching.  Realizing he was still standing there with his dick out he  bolted behind his desk just as his young administrative assistant  entered.   
 

"Everything okay?"  Jeremy asked cautiously from the doorway.  
 

Brad didn't know what to say.  "I..." he started, but stopped.  Even  if he hadn't been ordered not to, the big man doubted he could bring  himself to tell anyone about what just happened.  "Yeah.  Just an  argument with Justin.  Got a little messy."  As he said it, Brad  remembered the ropy fluid staining his desk. He shoved a stack of papers  on as much of it as he could, pretending like it had been an accident  and hoping Jeremy wouldn't see the liquid starting to soak through.   "No, don't worry about it," he said when Jeremy stepped forward to help.   "Just tell me when my next meeting is?"   
 

The young assistant was used to his boss's moods, so he didn't  press.  "You've got a meeting with Eric in an hour, then a weekly review  with Bryan and Thom."   
 

He started to tell his assistant to cancel them, but again his voice  froze.  He just nodded and told Eric he could go and not to disturb him  until his meeting.  Brad sighed and leaned back in his chair when the  door finally shut.  His agile mind was racing as it tried to figure out  what happened.  Everything had been normal until Justin showed up.  Just  thinking about the young man's pale, smirking face filled Brad with an  urge to murder.  "Fucking gypsy," he spat.  Then it hit him.  The  necklace.  He'd never seen Justin wear a necklace before.  Brad  remembered looking directly at it, then this.  Drugs?  Hypnotism?  It  all sounded impossible in his mind, but it was better than nothing.  He  needed something to make him feel like there was a way out.   
 

Even though he knew he wouldn't be disturbed it took a while before  he worked up the nerve to stand.  He blushed as he felt his dangling  package flop around while he went into his bathroom to get paper towels  to clean up his desk.  He blushed even harder when he saw himself but  tried not to think about it.   
 

The meetings were torture.  He'd started to get up like always when Eric walked in but caught himself at the last second.   
 

"Everything okay?"  The nervous blonde asked when Brad thudded back into his chair.   
 

"Fine, just pulled my back working out last night," he said gruffly.   He hoped the meeting would at least take his mind off things, but he  didn't expect to have as hard a time focusing as he did.  He wasn't  getting used to the exposed feeling.  The more Eric talked, the harder  he had to fight to keep his face from turning red.  He wanted to shout  at him to get out of his office, but all he could do was sit there and  listen to the man prattle.  Worse, he found himself staring at Eric's  manicured hands wondering if they felt like Justin's, confusingly  causing his cock to twitch.   
 

"Uh, sir?"  Eric paused when Brad's face turned red.   
 

"Huh?"  Brad lifted his eyes from Eric's hands and tried to mask his  embarrassment with anger.  "Shit son, don't look at me like that.  I  spaced out for a minute...I'm not on my way to the nursing home."   
 

"Oh, no, I didn't...I just..." Eric stammered.   
 

"I know exactly what you guys are always thinking: who's going to  take a shot at the Bull?  Well, keep waiting."  Brad tried to sound like  his usual self as he waved for Eric to leave.  The confused blonde  hurried from the room while Brad's cock throbbed under his desk.   
 

The next meeting wasn't any easier.  Bryan and Thom were relatively  new.  Fresh out of college, and it showed in their numbers.  "Now look  goddamnit, I know you're both learning, but you've gotta do better than  this.  If you want to stay at this firm you need to..." Brad was in the  middle of lecturing them when Thom licked his lips nervously.  The sight  of the young man's tongue brought back the vivid memory of Justin  working his nipples. His ear tingled from where it had been nibbled on.   The feelings were so intense it was like they were still happening.   "You need tooohhh," Brad trailed off in a grunt when he started spurting  under his desk.  He lurched forward, his face turning purple with  embarrassment.   
 

"Sir?"  Bryan rose and moved forward but Brad waved him away.   
 

"Back spasm," he said, trying to compose himself.  "We're done,  fellas," he growled a minute later when they were both still standing  there. His mind was reeling with what just happened.  For the second  time that day, and the second time in his life, he'd cum in front of  another man.  His employees, no less.  He stewed for the next hour,  thinking about what he'd do to Justin.  It was the only thing keeping  him together.  That resolved faded when the smiling young man finally  showed up and the only thing he could do was glare.   
 

"How'd the meetings go?  Word around the office is you hurt your back."   
 

"Fuck you," Brad spat.  "Tell me what you did to me."   
 

"Make me."  Justin raised his eyebrows expectantly while Brad stayed  seated behind his desk.  "No?  Okay then.  Let's get out of here."  He  motioned for Brad to follow and the hulking man lumbered towards the  open door, his package still hanging out.  His heart pounded more and  more with each step that brought him closer.  "Oh, right!"  Justin said,  turning right before the door.  Brad squirmed as Justin manhandled him  back into his pants.  "You're welcome," he said, patting Brad's crotch  when he'd zipped it back up.  "Keys."   
 

Brad just stared at Justin when they reached his expensive sedan.   There was no way he was letting him drive.  "Here," he said, handing him  the keys with a shaking hand instead.  Brad was dumbfounded as he  climbed into the passenger seat and gave Justin directions.  He wanted  to push the other man out of the moving car, or at the very least grab  the wheel.  All he ended up doing was sitting there glaring at the hand  Justin put on his meaty thigh.   
 

"This certainly isn't the low-rent district," Justin whistled when  he turned the car into Brad's neighborhood.  Neighborhood was a stretch.   Each huge house sat on an equally large plot of land, spaced far apart  from each other with woods in between.  "Home sweet home," Justin said  cheerfully as he pulled up the driveway of a large modern home, smiling  at his passenger's look of rage.   
 

"Go to hell," Brad said flatly.  The thought of Justin being in his house filled him with murderous rage all over again.   
 

"That's not a very nice way to treat guests," Justin said, pretending to be hurt.   
 

"You're not a guest."  Brad's arm shook as he held the door open to let the young man in.   
 

"Daaaaamn," Justin said, looking around at the large, open first  floor.  The back of the house was mostly windows, looking out on a large  patio with a pool, hot tub and cabana.  Beyond that was a sizeable yard  that disappeared into a patch of woods.  "I'm going to enjoy this  place."   
 

"Like fuck you are," Brad growled, shaking with rage.  "If you think  for one goddamn second I'm going to....hey!  Not again!  Fucking get  your hands off me!"  Brad bellowed as Justin removed his tie and undid  his shirt again.   
 

"The bull in his natural habitat."  Justin was calm as he slipped  off each of Brad's shoes  and socks before letting his pants drop again.   He paused at the paisley boxers and shook his head.  "You know, I  never figured you for a boxers man."   
 

"Better than whatever faggy panties you've got on," Brad glowered.   Being helpless in his own home was even worse than the office.  If he  could just move he could end this.   
 

Justin smiled up at the burly man.  "Why don't you find out?  Go ahead."   
 

This was his chance.  Brad stepped forward, his hands finally  reaching out for Justin.  Two seconds around his scrawny neck and this  would be over.  What he did instead was carefully unbutton the other  man's suit jacket and carefully hang it on the back of a stool.  Next he  bent down and gently removed Justin's shoes and tight dress socks.  He  wanted desperately to shove the other man off his feet.  For his part,  Justin couldn't get enough of the sight of Brad's broad, muscular back  as he bent and fumbled with the shoes.  When he reached for Justin's  crotch Brad was ready to rip his dick off, not gingerly undo his belt  and fly before untucking the fitted shirt.  His shaky hands fumbled with  each button until Justin's sculpted torso was exposed.  Brad hated him  even more.  The young man had perfectly proportioned, chiseled pecs,  broad shoulders, and arms that bulged with defined muscles.  Justin's  washboard stomach disappeared into a pair of tiny, light blue briefs  under his fitted slacks.  The pants were plastered to his toned,  muscular thighs, and Brad had to work to get them down.  The older man  couldn't help but be surprised at the huge bulge the tiny underwear  contained.  He reached for the briefs but Justin stopped him.   
 

"We'll leave the panties on for now," he laughed.  "You can lose the shorts, though."   
 

Brad tugged them down, unable to look away from Justin's perky ass  when the other man walked over to his duffel bag on the counter.  "What  the hell is that," Brad asked when Justin turned back around.   
 

"A leash," he said matter-of-factly.  Brad wanted to pull away when  he felt a metal ring fasten around his cock and balls and Justin  fastened a leather leash to it.   
 

"No!  Absolutely noooaahh!"  Brad cried out when Justin jerked the leash roughly and his meaty package was yanked forward.   
 

"Let's see my new place!" Justin was chipper again as he turned to walk towards the stairs.   
 

"This isn't yoouuaaa!"  Brad couldn't help but scamper forward when  Justin tugged.  "I'll burn this place down before I let you haaaa!"   Another tug.  Brad wanted more than anything to pull the leash off, but  his hands wouldn't have it.   
 

"Oh man, this is nice," Justin said when they got to the bedroom and  he flopped down on the large king.  He stretched his buff frame while  Brad watched, folding his solid arms behind his head.  "So tell me,  Bull.  This bed see a lot of action?"   
 

Brad hated that he couldn't take his eyes off Justin's perfect body.  "Enough," Brad said coldly.   
 

"When was the last time?"  
 

"Last Thursday."   
 

Justin grinned.  "Aaaand?  Tell me about it."   
 

Brad told himself he blushed from anger.  "What do you think?  She  was some bimbo I picked up at the Country Club lounge.  Twenty two,  maybe?"   
 

"And did she enjoy herself?"    
 

"Who cares?!  She didn't complain to me."   
 

Justin patted the bed next to him.  "Show me your technique.  I want to see what it's like when someone rides the Bull."   
 

"Fuck you!  There's no way I'm....I'm..." He climbed on the bed in  mid-sentence and began slowly humping the mattress.  His powerful frame  was tense as he pumped his hips faster and faster.  The bed shook and  slammed into the wall as he jack-rabbited against it.   
 

"Seems lovely," Justin said snidely, climbing off the bed and  tugging the leash.  Brad yelped and scampered off the bed, his  now-throbbing cock leading the way as he followed Justin into his ornate  bathroom.   "Jesus!  This is bigger than my apartment!  I appreciate  your efforts," Justin said, patting Brad on his hairy chest as he looked  at the jacuzzi tub and giant wall of shower heads.   
 

Brad just glared silently as Justin led him down the hall to look at  the office and guest bedrooms up there.  He hated how hard a time he  was having keeping his eyes off the straining blue fabric covering the  young man's bubbly behind.  He stumbled to keep up as Justin skipped  down the stairs to the basement of the split-level.  There was a gym  area set up at one end, a bar at the other, and the entrance out to the  pool.   Brad did his best to plant his feet by the door.    
 

"Come on, can your neighbors even see any of this?"  Brad shook his  head and winced when his aching junk was tugged again.  The seclusion  didn't make the thought of going out on the patio like this any better.   True, he'd had plenty of sex out there, but he'd never been trussed up  quite like this.  "This is wonderful," Justin sighed as he took in the  luxurious back yard..   
 

"So glad you like it," Brad muttered, bracing himself for a jerk of  the leash.  Instead, Justin walked over and tied it around the railing  into the pool.  His eyes were glued to the young man when Justin peeled  the tiny briefs off, letting his monster flop free.  Brad hated that it  was bigger than his own.   
 

Justin stretched in the warm summer air and tossed the briefs onto a  nearby chair.  "Too nice out to pass this up," he said, splashing into  the pool.   
 

Brad tried to take the chance.  He reached for the leash, but again  his fingers wouldn't cooperate.  He couldn't untie it and he couldn't  touch the ring.  He took a few steps but the ring tugged his package  roughly.  Neither it nor the leash would break before he lost something  he'd rather keep.  Not believing that he was tied up like a dog, all  Brad could do was stand there and watch Justin's ripped body swim back  and forth.  It wasn't until the young man stood, water glistening down  his perfect chest, that Brad realized he was practically drooling.   
 

"Enjoy the view?"  Justin grinned.   
 

"No!  What kind of man do you think I am?"   
 

"That's too bad," Justin said demurely.   
 

"Why would I ever want to look at that," Brad said, nodding towards Justin's naked body as he climbed out of the water.   
 

"Because I really want you to fuck me," Justin said flatly.   
 

Brad was stunned.  "What?"   
 

"You heard me."  Justin walked over and grabbed Brad's fat cock.   "I'll even let you off leash."  He reached down and undid the cock ring.   "I won't force you, though."   
 

Brad was torn.  He knew there had to be a catch, but he was  painfully horny.  And after everything Justin had put him through, he  told himself that maybe he'd be able to do some damage in the process.   "Sure," he said arrogantly.  "I'll fuck that faggot ass of yours."   Justin only grinned and leaned against the bar of the cabana.  Brad  didn't waste any time.  He lined himself up and worked his thick rod in,  loving Justin's painful grunt.  "Gotta admit, that pussy's tight," Brad  laughed, pumping back and forth roughly.  "You like that, fag?  You  like what a real man feels like?"  The young man was stoically silent,  letting out the occasional grunt while the beefy old man slammed into  him.  Brad hoped it hurt.  He was plunging his thick rod in as far and  as hard as it would go.  He was surprised when Justin seemed to get more  comfortable, not less.  The young man's grunts turned into pleasant  moans and he wiggled his cheeks to work Brad's rod.  The older man  didn't understand.  The young man had to be splitting open.  He could  already feel that he'd stretched him out.  Brad flexed his powerful  cheeks and hammered his hips back and forth, letting out grunts of his  own.  He could feel himself getting close but he wanted Justin's pain to  last.   
 

"Brad...Brad..." Justin finally panted.   
 

"Does it...hurt?  Too...fuckin'....bad...." Brad couldn't last much longer.   
 

"No...I just wondered....if...you knew...what...they do  to...bulls..." Justin abruptly pulled his ass away just as Brad started  cumming.   
 

"Whaaaaa!"  Brad stared down in horror, his body wracked by a spasm  as he came.  Instead of his fat pole, he stared down at a  barely-present, three inch nub.  The small rod spurted as he grabbed for  it, desperately feeling for the heavy balls that should have been  there.  What he felt instead were a pair of grapes.  "What the fuck did  you do!  Turn it back!"  
 

"It's not castration, but it'll do," Justin grinned, his thick seven  inches looking positively huge next to Brad's laughable new endowment.   He reached over and grabbed one of the panicked man's cheeks.  "Then  they brand 'em."   
 

"Aaaahhh!"  Brad's shrunken package was momentarily forgotten when  he felt the side of his ass start burning.  When Justin pulled his hand  away the older man saw a "J" had been seared into his skin.  "How did  you...that's not..." he stammered.  "Okay...Justin...I'm sorry.  I'm so  sorry for how I treat you guys.  Just fix this and we'll forget all  about it.  Okay?  Just put everything back and we'll call it even."  
 

"Is that really what you want?  For me to leave?"   
 

"Yes!  I...I don't....know, I don't know what I want you to..."  Brad's eyes widened, "...to fuck me.  Hard."  He couldn't believe what  came out of his mouth, but he couldn't deny that it was true.  He was  hit with an urge like he'd never felt before.  The sight of Justin's  solid pole was like water to a man in the desert.   
 

"You sure," Justin grinned.   
 

Brad tried to keep his mouth shut.  "Yes!  Please!"   
 

"If you insist."  They switched positions and this time Brad leaned  up against the bar.  The older man cried out in pain when Justin worked  his lengthy pole inside.  He'd never experienced anything like it.  And  he never wanted it to stop.  It was like scratching an itch that  couldn't be reached.  He felt himself relax against Justin's firm abs  while the other man pounded away.  The satisfaction momentarily cleared  his head.  "Oh...oh god...no...I....Justin...please just undo this."  He  pawed at his little nub.  "You can't leave me like this," he begged.   
 

"Don't worry," Justin said between thrusts, "I'm not going to leave  you like this.  Just need some time first."  Brad didn't know what that  meant, but it was the first hopeful thing he'd heard.  It made the way  his bulky muscles shook in time to Justin's thrusting more bearable.   "The best part of this is that if you'd just said no to entering me, the  spell would've worn off.  But since you just had to be the big Bull,  you're mine for good."   
 

"But...you just said..."  
 

"I said I wouldn't leave you like this, I never said you  were...freeeeeee...." Justin shoved his cock in as far as it would go  and pumped out a huge load.  Brad's eyes glazed at the sensation of  being filled.  It felt like his body was absorbing Justin's sticky  stream.  Despite what he'd just heard, he'd never felt so good in his  life.   
 

Brad collapsed to the patio when Justin pulled out, leaning up  against the cabana.  He stared down in horror at the way his thighs and  stomach almost entirely concealed his package.  His ass still burned  from where the "J" had been seared into it, and now his chest was  starting to tingle.  He absentmindedly rubbed at it, gasping loudly when  his hand brushed across a nipple.  "What the..." Both were larger and  solid.  "How is...what are you doing to me?"   
 

"Everyone reacts differently," he shrugged.   
 

Brad was too stunned to do anything other than let Justin help him  up.  Even though he was several inches taller and twice as broad, he  felt small and insecure next to the young man.  He winced as they walked  inside and he didn't feel the accustomed weight of the thick cock and  low hanging balls he'd had most of his life.  Justin made him scrub the  young man clean in the shower before he pulled on one of Brad's baggy  workout shirts.  Even on Justin's fit frame it hung like a dress,  lifting up to reveal that perky ass and long hose whenever the other man  raised his arms too much.  Brad was left naked, forced to stare at his  unwanted changes all night.   
 

Justin made him do everything that night that he never did.   Cooking, cleaning, dishes;  all of the domestic details were carried out  by the burly, naked man.  When Brad would try and argue, Justin would  just grab his enlarged nipples and bring him to his knees.  As  humiliating as it was, the worst came later.   
 

"How are you such an asshole all the time when you've got a place  like this to unwind?"  Justin had led them down to the oasis on the  patio and draped himself across Brad on a lounger.   
 

"Because people like you work for me," Brad said as his arm fell around Justin's broad shoulders.  
 

Justin grinned and turned so they were face-to-face.  "I don't think  that's it at all," he said softly before planting a long, deep kiss.   
 

"Mmmphh!" Brad tried to resist.  This was more violating to him than  being fucked earlier.  Even with the women he brought home there was no  kissing involved.  It was too intimate for that.  Too intimate for  this.  Still, as Justin kept going, he felt himself returning the favor.   His beefy arms were all over the other man as his tongue invaded  Justin's mouth.   
 

"Looks like the Bull has a couple of soft sides now," Justin said,  turning back over and squishing Brad's soft, shrunken nub between his  cheeks.   
 

Brad blushed and squirmed.  As turned on as he was, his shriveled cock didn't harden in the least.   
 

They sat in silence, listening to the sounds of the summer evening  around them while Brad's head swam.  He was furious, and humiliated, and  terrified, and so, so horny. Instead of getting hard like he was used  to, he felt a pressure growing somewhere else in his body.  Somewhere he  couldn't reach.  It was relentless.  The beautiful monster in his arms  was repulsive and arousing all at the same time, and instead of wanting  to murder him, all Brad wanted was to be filled by him again.  He tried  to resist, but his body betrayed him when they finally went inside and  climbed into bed.  Brad pushed his ass back against Justin and squirmed.   "Please? I can't believe I'm asking but..."   
 

"Sorry big guy, I'm tapped," Justin yawned as he rolled over and turned off the light.   
 

Brad could only lay there in the darkness, whimpering and squirming against the mattress, wondering what he was turning into.