The Bulls Of This World Prologue

Disclaimer: Other than what the titles seems to suggest, there are no bestiality and furry characters depicted in this story. However, it features some very large (cock) sizes that you guys surely enjoy nevertheless.

(This is my first real erotic stories, so please don't be too hard on myself.)

PART 1 - A bit of Build-Up from a Eavesdropping Perspective

James woke up from his passed-out state, startled and unsure what had caused him to so violently gain his consciousness again. At least he knew where he was as the bright light of the TV blinded him for a moment and making him close his eyes for a moment. He felt a headache slowly but steadily build up right between his eyes and a dizziness overcame him, making him fall down on the soft, inviting motel bed again. He probably would have stayed there in this vertical state of existence, curing out his intoxication by simply sleeping, as a loud noise made him once again rise upwards.

It sounded like a motor beast straight out of hell - greedy for fuel and hungry for speed. But after a second or two the originally otherworldly noise of the motoric vehicle subsided as he himself was more and more awake and it sounded a lot less alien. In fact James could, fully to his senses now, even assign the sound of the barking, powerful motor to that of a very powerful motor bike.

Being a racing enthusiast and knowing his way around cars and bikes, he felt the urge to see for himself what bike had made that impressive noise. But then he felt his headache grew again with intensity and right on cue the motor of the bike was turned off as it's rider had managed to park it (right in front of his room).

He could only hear the heavy footsteps of possible the owner of the bike walk past his room's window and open the door to the room next to his, as James, once again, fell asleep, this time for good.

He woke up far more gently a few hours later. His headache was gone for the most part, but he felt as if he was dying of thirst. Looking at his watch, it read 9 p.m. He jumped upwards as he realized that he was passed out for almost 4 hours straight. With greeted teeth he cursed his ex-wife and ex-boss who were responsible for his sorrow state of existence.

When he had caught his wife cheating on him with his own boss he had known, that his life in his current form had ended. Losing his wife, his home and job in the process, he now only got the booze and escorts to keep him company as no real woman would want to spend time with him in his neglected, depressed state. Also, he knew his place in the order of things as compared to his ex-boss he was a beta-male.

The thought of his beautiful (and busty) wife made him shiver with nostalgia and regret but then the infamous words that had kept him awake at night for the last few months, as they had burned themselves in his mind again on one faithful day:

He had found his wife pinned down on a bouncing bed, seemingly cumming non-stop, trembling with orgasm as the hulking stud on top of her had pounded away at her, grunting greedily, while throwing obscene phrases at her, replying to her filthy responses, as every thrust of his powerful hips and tight, muscular ass had made her scream and the headboard to slam confidently against the wall - and then he had heard her shout of the words that haunted him to this day:

"Yess! I am cumming so hard! Shit, you are so deep in my pussy! Ugh all the way in my womb!"

- And the stud, who James at this point had realized was his own boss, had replied with: "Yeah, bitch! This is how a real man fucks, not like your puny-dicked husband! Grrrrr! I am gonna breed you like a cow as I am your bull!"

- To which she had answered: "Yess! Breed me, fill me with your cum! Knock me up with your bull-cock! Knock me up like my husband couldn't! Ugh, shit you are so much better than him!!"

To make it worse, the scene he had witnessed had turned him on as much as it had disgusted him. Hence he hadn't made any steps to intervene nor made sure they knew that he was in fact watching them, as he realized that he was - as much as he was devastated - also intrigued by the scene that took place in front of his eyes. Continuing to watch the rutting pair for further 20 minutes or so, he experienced his hulking boss flooding his wife's pussy, shooting obscene amounts of juice into her. Only then, as things finally quieted down, they had realized, too occupied and focused on their inhuman mating-session, that they had been caught all along.

But, and that had made the situation even worse, they hadn't seemed to mind. In fact, rather the contrary was the case. His boss had just smiled cockily and confidently as he always did, and he pulled out his massive cock out of his wife's reshapen pussy, filled to the brim with cum (it had taking him longer than James had expected, and every new inch that was revealed before his eyes to him made his heart and own proudness of his manhood shrink), until a now soft cock of at least a foot, glazed in his wife's pussy juicy and the stud's own cum had been removed from her cunt and displayed to him in all his glory.

And Cindy, James's wife? She had just looked sorry at him, but not for the act of adultery she had so willingly broken their marriage with, but for James himself as all three knew that from now on only The Boss and bulls like him would be able to satisfy her and James had to submit to the nature of things.

Compared to Brad, the boss, James was in fact a weak, puny-dicked man. Brads cock was at least twice James' size (in his soft state, compared to his when fully erect) and had a body to match his bull-cock, carved and sculpted to perfection, it could rival any pro-bodybuilder in terms of size, strength and form. James had to face reality as Brad, from the looks of it the breeder of his wife, was just too much of a man - he was one of the Alpha Men - and James knew instinctively were his place way as he, broken, left the bedroom and his own home, knowing that both his wife and home now belonged to the bull.

Once again he felt the same way as he did on that day that had happend a few months ago and he sat there on the small bed of the motel for what felt like an eternity until his thirst overcame him and he finally made his way to the bathroom were he practically drunk the water pipe dry.

A few minutes later the world seemed a bit less depressive, especially since he felt getting horny. Often, a down-face could be overcome by having sex. In his chase, he had realized that he preferred watching porn and jerking-off instead.

Hence he was about to make a return to his bed to grab his laptop, as he heard the sound of the motorbike filing his room again right at the moment as he walked past the wide window of his motel room and through the half-closed curtains he was able to look at the bike and what he saw made his heart start pounding.

Continued in Part 2 of the Prologue....