Bitched Out at the Big Bull

// This story is a work of fiction. All characters appearing in it are 18+ of age.

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The Big Bull was a name I'd heard Jake and Tony throw around at the gym. According to them, it was a place you went to empty your balls, with sex always being on the table. I got hard thinking about a place where you walked in and left with a girl begging for your dick. I'd never been, but they'd hyped it up so much, that when they invited me to come with them, I immediately accepted, thoughts of delicious sex and pussy causing my cock to stir.

My name is Roy. I'm 5'5'' with a lean, smooth, and hairless body that usually wowed the ladies, especially the ones who liked a softer touch from a man. My soft black hair is trimmed and styled, and I keep a clean-shaven look. My cock is 5'', but it has never let me down. Women always said it felt just right, that their pussies liked it more than those huge dicks other guys brag about. I'll admit that was a confidence boost I took to heart and started relying on to display a cocky swagger, so everyone would know who was boss when I was around. I'm also a sweet talker, and my grin has sealed the deal for my hookups more times than I can count. I also spend a lot of time at the gym, keeping my body in tip-top shape. Needless to say, all that effort paid off seeing as my body was finely tuned, my muscles taught and lean, and my butt built and sculpted quite well since I refused to leave any part of me unattended. I may not be the tallest, but I'm the slickest, always one step ahead, always the guy running the show.

Jake and Tony were my boys. They were regulars at the gym I go to, and we hit off right away, trading workout tips and sharing dirty sex talk that always got me wound up. Jake's a giant. He's 6'4'' of white marble with a scruffy beard, ginger hair, and a dad bod hiding muscles so thick his biceps and thighs are as big as my head, hairy as a goddamn bear, and packing a 10'' beast he's always bragging about. Tony's no slouch either. He's almost as tall as Jake at 6'2'', dark-skinned, hairy too, with a clean beard and a chiseled, muscled frame. His thick 8'' dick is the kind of thing you hear about in locker room stories, mighty as a sword and thick as a beer can. They were constantly hyping me up and raining applause on my sexual conquests, and that really boosts a guy's ego, you know? And tonight, I was ready to show them how it's done at their spot, hoping to catch myself some wet holes for all of us.

I strutted into The Big Bull like I owned the place, my chest out and stretching my black polo shirt, my jeans perfectly hugging my honed legs and my muscle ass, ready to charm the panties off some chick. On first look, the bar was honestly subpar. Dim lights, sticky floors, a jukebox pumping out low, gritty rock. All that I could excuse if it weren't for one main thing. There were no girls. Not a single one. No college chicks giggling over shots, no women in tight skirts shaking their asses. Just a dozen or so dudes scattered around, leaning against the bar or slouched in booths. They all eyed us up and down as we walked in, and I got the sense that we were gonna have some competition tonight.

Jake shrugged it off when I asked him about the dry state of the bar. Girls would show up, he said. They always did.

"Can't wait to get my dick wet man," I said, sliding into a booth with Jake and Tony. The leather creaked under Tony's bulk, and Jake's massive frame took up half the space, his hairy arm brushing mine as he leaned back.

Tony grinned, his teeth flashing in the dim light. "Chill, Roy. Night's young. You'll get yours."

Jake chuckled, his deep voice rumbling. "Yeah, man. Big Bull always delivers. Just gotta wait for it."

I smirked, sipping the beer the bartender, a huge bear of a guy with tattoos snaking up his hand to his neck, dropped off.

"Better be worth it. I didn't drag my ass out here to drink with you two losers," I shot back at them teasingly.

They shared a laugh at that while Jake rubbed my back encouragingly, and I didn't give it much thought. I was the guy who could walk into any bar and have a girl on her knees in ten minutes flat. The Big Bull was just another stage for me to run the game. The bar stayed empty, though, and it was starting to grate on me. The guys around us weren't even subtle now, their eyes lingering on me, Jake, and Tony like we were the reason that the bar was as dry as a desert. The jukebox switched to a slower, dirtier beat, and the air felt more stifling. I leaned back, scanning the room, my confidence unshaken. Girls or no girls, I was still the slickest motherfucker in here. Tony was halfway through a story about some chick he'd fucked last week, his hands waving, beer sloshing.

"Man, she was screaming my name, left claw marks on my back," he said, his voice booming.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, Tony, sure. The money definitely didn't play a part."

Jake laughed, his massive hand smashing my back.

"Roy, you're one to talk. When was the last time you got laid? Your little dick's probably forgotten how to work," Tony smirked.

"Fuck you," I shot back, grinning. "I'm choosy, alright? I don't just stick it in anything that breathes like you two."

That was my thing, being the guy who picks the prize, who makes them chase me. I didn't need to prove shit to these clowns. The girls will come naturally.

But the night dragged, and still no girls. Jake and Tony started acting off, their laughs too loud, their glances too long. I brushed it off, downing another beer, ready to bounce if this place didn't deliver soon. Then Jake stood, stretching his massive arms, his biceps bulging like fucking cannonballs under his hair.

"Yo, Roy, come with me to the bathroom. Gotta take a piss, and I need you to make sure I don't miss."

I laughed, thinking he was screwing around. "Fuck off, man. You need help aiming that thing, that's your problem."

He grinned, but it wasn't his usual easy smile. It was sharper, hungrier. "Come on, don't be a pussy. Let's go."

Tony smirked, leaning back in the booth. "Yeah, Roy. Help a brother out."

I rolled my eyes but got up, following Jake through the bar. It felt weird following another guy into the bathroom, but I shook it off. Jake was my bro, and he wouldn't ask a weird thing like that if he didn't have a good reason. The bathroom was down a dark hallway, just far enough for the noise from the bar to fade a bit. The walls were stained and the air reeked of piss and bleach. Jake pushed the door open, and I followed, still thinking this was some dumb joke.

The bathroom was surprisingly bigger than I expected, with the fluorescent light flickering overhead. Jake headed for the urinal and unzipped his pants.

"The fuck did you drag me here for, Jake?" I questioned him.

I didn't mean to look at his dick, but it was hard not to with that absolute size. It was so long, that the urinal wall barely covered it from my view.

"You like what you see, Roy?" Jake laughed instead of answering me, shaking the last few drops of piss from his dick. I swear that thing generated wind waves.

"Yeah, right," I snorted at his comment.

He turned and leaned against the sink, his massive frame filling the empty bathroom, his manly frame shining more in this cramped space.

"What's the deal, man?" I said, crossing my arms, my confidence still rock-solid.

Jake's grin widened, and he stepped closer, his boots heavy on the tile. "No girls are showing up tonight, Roy," he said with a smirk. I found it weird how he seemed happy about that, but I took it at face value.

"It's okay, man. Maybe tonight isn't the Bull's day, but maybe next time. For now, let's bounce and-" I assured him, thinking he might be embarrassed their hyped-up bar wasn't all it was cracked up to be, but he immediately cut me off.

"No, Roy, this is how it always is at the Big Bull. Girls can't handle how wild it gets here." He said, his deep voice spelling every word carefully

I frowned, my smirk faltering. "Then why the fuck are we here in the first place?"

"You see, the Big Bull is a guaranteed sex destination because..." He unzipped his jeans, slow and deliberate, pulling out that ten-inch monster, already half-hard, thick and heavy in his hand, "a guy will always take care of you here, even if girls don't."

My eyes widened, and I took a step back, my back hitting the wall. "Whoa, man, what the fuck?"

"Relax, Roy," Jake said, his voice low and soothing, but with an edge that made my stomach twist. "It's not gay. Just helping a brother out. You're my boy, right? You got my back."

My heart was pounding now, my mouth dry as sand. "I'm not sucking your dick, Jake. Fuck off with that shit."

He stepped closer, and I stepped backward until my back hit the wall. His massive frame was towering over me, his hairy arm brushing mine as he leaned in.

"Come on, Roy. Don't be a bitch. Just a little help. You're always going on about us being bros. Now, put your money where your mouth is."

I shoved him, my hands hitting his chest, but it was like pushing a goddamn mountain. He didn't budge, just grinned wider, his cock twitching in his hand.

"Get the fuck away from me," I snapped, my voice cracking, my confidence shaking for the first time. My eyes kept flicking to his dick, huge and intimidating, like it was challenging me.

Jake's hand shot out, grabbing the back of my neck, hard enough to make me wince but not enough to hurt.

"Get on your knees, Roy," he said, his voice firm, not asking. "It's just us. No one's gonna know."

I fought it, twisting in his grip, my heart hammering like a drum.

"Fuck you, man! I'm not doing this!" I shoved again, my hands clawing at his arm, but he was too strong.

His grip was like a metal claw, and he forced me down, my knees hitting the cold tile with a thud. I felt my whole body freeze as his hand squeezed my nerves through my neck, the pain forcing me to cower in front of him.

"Stop fucking fighting," Jake growled, his hand tightening, making the pain grow.

He slapped my cheek with his other hand hard, and my head snapped to the side. I was shaking now, my hands grabbing his thighs, thick as tree trunks and hairy under my palms, trying to push him away.

"I'm not a fag, Jake!" I spat, my voice hoarse, but my eyes were locked on his cock, inches from my face, the musky scent hitting me like a punch and making me dizzy. I felt sick and angry, but there was something else, something intriguing creeping up my spine. Jake slapped me again, lighter this time, his fingers grazing my jaw.

"Just open your mouth, Roy. Open it and roll out your tongue. Be a good boy," His voice echoed in my skull.

I shook my head, my eyes burning, tears starting to form as I tried to twist away, but Jake's grip was relentless, pulling me closer, his cock brushing my lips. I flinched, my breath hitching, but he didn't let up, guiding himself against my mouth.

"Do it, Roy," he said, his voice softer now, almost coaxing. "It's not gay. Just a bro thing."

His pink, spongy head was now fully pressing against my lips. Backed against the wall and with no way to escape, I felt my body crumble as my lips parted and let him in.

"Thaaat's it, that's a good boy." His words were entrancing, like a powerful reassurance that this was okay.

His cock finally plunged into my throat and I had no way to stop it. My body felt paralyzed as his warm meat filled my mouth. I gagged almost instantly, my throat convulsing around Jake's massive ten-inch cock as it pushed deeper, the musky taste overwhelming my senses. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced, and I was getting the full taste of a man right away. I looked up pleadingly at Jake, seeing if he'd spare me, but I recognized the look in his eyes and I gave up. It was the same look I had when I finally broke in a woman I brought home when nothing was going to stop me from busting a load in them.

Jake's thick shaft stretched my lips to their limit. My hands clawed at his hairy thighs, the coarse hair prickling my palms as I tried to push him away, but it was like fighting a fucking bull in heat. Tears burned at the corners of my eyes, my chest heaving as I fought to breathe, to think, to hold onto the man I was... no, am.

"Stop fucking squirming, Roy," Jake growled while trying to hold my head in place.

I felt myself sobbing silently as I gave in to Jake's advance. Helpless to stop it, I realized I might as well get it over with as quickly as I could. I opened my mouth as wide as possible and rolled my tongue out like a dog as instructed, trying to ease his access to my throat. His cock was enormous, like a fire hose making its way inside my throat. As I got accustomed to the way it pushed my throat open, I tried my best to take it in, fighting my gag reflex.

Out of the blue, Jake slapped my cheek again sharply but with a controlled knowing force.

"No teeth, you hear me? Be a good little cocksucker and cover them with your lips."

I shook my head, or tried to, my muffled protests coming out as pathetic whimpers around his cock.

"Mmph- No! MMMPHH-FUCK!" I managed to garble out those words, my tears spilling now, hot and humiliating as they streaked down my face. I wanted this to end, I wanted to go back outside, but I didn't even know if I hold my head high like I did before if I walked out right now.

Instinctively, as if in a trance, I started bobbing my head along with Jake's thrusts, trying to get a rhythm going. I didn't even realize what I was doing until I was doing it. I just thought of the ways I liked getting my cock sucked and naturally applied them as if it was obvious.

I started swelling my tongue around the head, tasting the sweet musk and salty precum spewing from it. I started convulsing my throat around Jake's cock as if milking it with my inner muscles. Droll and spit were now shining on his cock and dribbling down my face, making me look even more pathetic, but making the blowjob easier.

Jake's hand moved to my jaw, forcing it open wider, his thumb pressing down on my tongue.

"I said no teeth, Roy," he snapped, delivering another light slap, just enough to make my skin burn. "Suck it right, or I'll make you regret it."

I was shaking, my hands gripping his thighs harder, my nails digging into his skin, but he didn't flinch. My tears were flowing freely now, my vision blurring as I took him deeper. I wasn't able to see properly, so I didn't realize how far I'd gotten until I felt my nose smash against his thick ginger pubes. I gagged again, my body jerking, but something was shifting, something even I didn't understand.

"There you go," Jake murmured, his voice softening, dripping with that condescending tone that made my stomach twist. "That's how it's done. You're a natural, Roy. Taking my ten inches right off the bat like that. Not even girls can do it the first time."

I hated it, hated him, hated the way my body was responding, but I couldn't stop. My lips tightened around him, my head bobbing, my throat relaxing as it reshaped itself to fit his tool. He held his position in me for a while, and I felt utterly powerless just sitting there with ten inches of man meat stuffed down my throat, but I couldn't stop it.

Eventually, he started moving once he got his fill of the first fuck. Slow at first then picking up the face as he dug harder, constantly giving me instructions and tips. I obeyed. The taste was intense, salty, and overwhelming, but it was doing something to me, pulling me into a haze I couldn't fight. I was crying, my sobs muffled around his cock, but I was sucking harder, my tongue sliding along his shaft like a lollipop, trying my best to please him so he'd let me go. My hands were no longer pushing him away but holding on, like his thighs were the only thing keeping me from falling apart.

All of a sudden, the bathroom door creaked open, and my heart fucking stopped. It was none other than Tony. He stepped in, his massive frame filling the doorway, his dark eyes glinting as he took in the scene. No, no, no. My pride was already squashed by Jake, but I wanted to keep it in front of Tony at least. Even if Jake talked, I'd find a way to downplay it.

I froze, panic surging through me as I felt shame and embarrassment worse than being paraded naked in the streets. I tried to pull back, but Jake's hand didn't budge, keeping me in place, his cock sliding deeper, choking off my scream.

"Don't stop, Roy," Tony said, his voice low and amused, like he was watching a puppy take its first steps. "I just came in to check how you were coming along, and it looks like Jake was right on the money."

My eyes widened, my eyes darting between him and Jake as they surrounded me.

"Told you he'd be a natural. No one trains their ass like that for women," Jake told Tony as he kept fucking my mouth. I shook my head against Jake's cock that was wedging my head in place, my eyes wide with horror.

"Mmph- no!" I tried to yell, but it came out as a pathetic gurgle, and Jake just thrust harder, making me gag again.

Tony laughed, stepping closer, his boots thudding on the tile, his shadow falling over me like a fucking storm cloud.

"Look! He's even enjoying it!" Tony said, his voice delighted as his boots prodded at my crotch.

That was when I realized. The pain of Jake's advances was too distracting, but when Tony pointed it out, I couldn't ignore it anymore. no... no, no, no, NO, NO, NOOOO. WHY WAS I HARD????

I moaned loudly over the cock in my mouth and tried to close up my legs as Tony pushed my crotch lightly with his boot, my now-apparent erection straining against my jeans. I couldn't deny it anymore, I was enjoying it.

"Crying like a little bitch, but he's loving it. Don't worry, Roy. We got you. Just keep going. You can spread your legs all you want. You'll need to anyways."

I was trapped, Jake's hand on my neck, Tony looming beside me. I couldn't tell if it was tears or spit covering my face, but it was a lot. Jake's cock never stopped for a second, his head hitting the back of my throat with each thrust, his balls slapping against my chin, and my nose getting a full whiff of his sweaty pubes each time.

As he watched, Tony's bulge became quite visible, his thick trunk outlined perfectly on his pants.

"Yo, Jake! Come on, man, lemme have some of that pussy!"

Jake nodded at him and with a move just as powerful as his neck grab, he shifted me as I moved frantically on the floor to keep up with his turning body, his cock still fully in me. Not being able to wait any longer, Tony's hands were on me now, yanking my jeans down, the denim scraping my smooth skin as he exposed my ass to the cold air.

Whatever fear I felt from Jake's blowjob, it was nothing compared to the thought of what Tony planned to do with my ass. I got a second wind of resistance as I pushed against them, each holding me from one end, but Tony's hands on my bare hips were electric and stronger than me, his perfectly muscled body on a different level than mine.

"Relax, Roy," Tony said, "It's just a dick, take it like a man."

He unbuckled his pants and his cock sprang to life, an absolute monster. I felt a shudder run through me as I gazed at it. Coincidentally, Jake let me go just enough to catch my breath, an opportunity I used to please immediately.

"No, please, Tony! We're friends, you can't do this to me! Please, that thing'll wreck my asshole! PLEASE, TONY, PLEASE!" I was outright crying as I begged him, but it was useless, just bitch noises to the two guys towering over me.