"Hey lover... you back with me?" I awoke to Emily's voice. I turned my head to find her sitting at my bedside. I was once again lying naked in the large, plush bed I had found myself in earlier.
"Yes, yes, I'm awake... Wow... What did you do to me? How did that happen? That felt... amazing... and a bit scary at the same time..." I mumbled, rubbing my face with my hands.
"Don't worry about it... that bit of pleasure was just a taste of things to come... You wanted to get back control of your life right? So I just gave you a taste of what becoming a bull would feel like... Especially becoming my Bull..." she replied, giving me a wink. Her left hand had snaked down to my crotch and was massaging my balls. I could feel blood pooling in my groin again. My eyes immediately locked onto her big naked breasts, swaying just a couple of inches in front of me. OMG... I was in heaven.
But just as my erection gained full strength, Emily removed her hand. I felt a pang of yearning shoot out from my gut. It must have found its way into my expression because Emily caught it. She giggled.
"Don't worry lover. There's plenty more where that came from. The more important thing is to get you on the path to recovery remember? And today is day 1 in that journey." Emily rose and walked towards the door. Her round butt cheeks firm and flexing as she walked. "So get dressed, and join me in the lounge. We can talk about what to do next over a drink?"
I got dressed quickly. My erection, somewhat out of character for me, remained hard and strong, pressing against my pants. Figuring it to be just a result of being too stimulated, I didn't give it further thought and wandered out of the bedroom.
As agreed, I found her sitting in the lounge, drinks on the table in front of her. She was dressed in a silk robe, tied loosely so that more of her cleavage remained in view as she sat. My cock jerked in salute.
I sat down across from her and sipped at the whiskey. It took all my will power not to stare at her chest, and making eye contact with her pretty, smiling face, I tried to make conversation.
"So what do think I should do?"
"Well the first step for you is the Reclamation Phase. Your confidence and manhood was stolen from you by your wife taking lovers. But the crux of the injustice, from your eyes, was that she wanted them more than you. Was that she needed them, and that you were not enough. Was that their cocks were bigger, and stronger. That their cocks could satisfy her pussy and her throat, whereas yours could not."
As she spoke, my erection disappeared. All the unhappiness over Laura fucking other attractive men came pouring back and drowning me. I swallowed the rest of the whiskey in 1 gulp.
"So Reclamation, is the step where you regain your lost confidence and manhood. It is a process of taking back, of recovery, of wresting back, of stealing back, of... vengeance." said Emily, a smile spreading across her face as she spoke.
"How can I do that? What do you mean by stealing back? Vengeance? You mean against Laura?"
"No lover, from the men that took your manhood from you. They stole from you. They fucked your wife when it should have been you. They put their cocks in her pussy when it should have only been yours. They shot their loads into her when Laura should only be cum dump for you. So to Reclaim your manhood, you need to take from them."
I liked the idea. The feelings of being belittled, diminished, castrated, were being replaced by a boiling anger.
I nodded.
"Good. Now show me who all these lovers were. Focus on the ones you hated most. And let's get started."
****
4 days later, we were seated in Emily's car in front of a bar. It was a place that Laura had frequented 2 years ago.
And the place where she had met Craig.
Craig owned the bar. He had gotten to know Laura after she became a regular there. He was 6,4 muscular and handsome. Very popular with the ladies, married, but his customers didn't care. He was good looking, was generous, and had a big cock. Top notch bull material.
But what i hated about him, was not that I felt inferior. That was to be expected. And I suspect I would feel worse if Laura picked a lover that wasn't more manly and virile than me.
What I hated about Craig was how he treated me. The first night when Laura brought him home, Craig laughed when he saw me. He literally laughed and asked Laura what she saw in me. Laura ignored him, gave me a big kiss, and then proceeded to fuck him on the couch.
And every time they fucked at my home after that, Craig would bring me a drink - a bottle of whiskey, gin whatever - and pass me a camera for me to help record how he fucked her so that he could have a keepsake. Apparently, he only recorded his top sluts, who he would then (thankfully) mosaic their faces before uploading them on his personal site. Laura got even more turned on by the idea of being a favorite of a popular bull, so she was all for it. So I had no choice.
And the fact that I ended up watching the recordings on Craig's site, imagining it was my cock that Laura was screaming about, made me feel even more pathetic.
If I was going to reclaim my manhood, I needed to deal with Craig.
We had arrived at closing time. The last few stragglers were stumbling out of the bar. It was time to make our move.
