My Wife's Bull and Me

"Tomorrow afternoon, come back alone," he said quietly so my wife wouldn't hear.

"Alright," I replied submissively.

What would he want from me?

A few minutes earlier, that stud had wildly mounted my wife and humiliated me amply, stressing in words--and even more so in actions--the chasm of virility between us. Of course, he made me clean up the mess left by his ejaculation, as any respectable cuckold would.

No matter what he had in store for me, I would make sure I didn't miss that appointment. A true alpha male, Alejandro was a Hispanic stallion with an irresistible fuckpole the size of a Mandingo. He had an intimidatingly masculine presence--a strong chest and abs, a self-assured look, and a deep but pleasant voice--that made me want to do what he said. I felt completely helpless in his company, unable to do anything except grant his every want.

I arrived at his home at three o'clock the following day. I rang the doorbell. He opened the door for me, wearing a bathrobe. I got the impression that he was naked beneath it.

"Here I am."

"Make yourself comfortable."

I breached the threshold. Within a few steps, he pinned me against the wall with his muscular frame, opened the bathrobe, and placed his cock in my hand.

"Touch it." A curt command to which I did not oppose.

It was the first time I touched that long, thick, veiny appendage, which culminated in a huge, purplish bellend that I had seen repeatedly disappear into my wife's orifices. I carefully moved my hand along the shaft. It was still flaccid, but more imposing than my miserable little penis could ever be. I'm not microdicked, but in comparison to his fuckpole, my penis appeared like a clitoris.

"Get a load of how big it is. Did you enjoy watching it disappear into your wife's ass yesterday?"

"Yes, to death."

"Today it's your turn."

For a few seconds, I thought that I had misunderstood. I gazed at him, mouth agape, eyes wide in a grimace of astonishment, as if I wanted to ask him, 'Can you repeat that?'

But he did not repeat it, and his impassibility indicated that he was serious.

"No," I said softly. "You have a big one. You would break me."

"You know that the sphincter has a bit of give," he said. "You saw your wife yesterday, didn't you? It seemed like it couldn't enter her ass, but in the end, she took it all the way up and relished it like there was no tomorrow."

While he was saying these things to me, I continued to massage his fuckpole. Despite my fear, I couldn't resist the urge to massage his pulsating third leg. I would only have done it if he had told me to. I was totally subdued.

"Today you'll be my babe," he said again, before reaching out and giving my buttocks a squeeze through the denim. "You've got a peach of a backside! I caught a glimpse of it yesterday."

I was startled and said, "Pig, what are you doing to me?"

"I give a touch, in preparation for sodomy."

Unexpectedly, I shivered. When he banged my wife the night before, he used considerably more obscene words. However, he was now using a technical term, and it appeared even filthier because of how he said it.

"In a little while, I'll fuck you properly."

"You'll destroy me. You'll break me."

"On the contrary, you came all this way knowing precisely what to anticipate. You wished for it."

With a faint and belated surge of pride, I retracted my hand from his fuckpole and said, "That is not true!"

I tried pushing him away from me, and he took a step back. He then grinned and continued, "I saw how you were looking at my cock yesterday. Your glance revealed a desire to suck it."

"That's not true!" I said again. "I admired the skill with which you banged my wife."

"Do you think so?"

I felt a touch on my right shoulder. He didn't put any pressure on my knees, but they buckled on their own. Or, rather, they bowed to the order of my darkest and most depraved side, the one that could do nothing but surrender to the alpha male.

I knelt. His semi-erect cock was only a few millimeters from my face. The huge purplish bellend pointed upward, and two large swelling balls dangled underneath the shaft.

He only needed an order.

"Suck it."

A second later, his fuckpole was between my lips, and I was sucking as much as I could.

Meanwhile, he began shouting insults at me, saying things like, "I'll split you in two! I'll deflower your ass! I'll break you. I'll make you my woman."

I could already imagine myself nude, surrendering to the force of his body and the yearning of his cock. Nothing in me protested; the pride I had shown earlier was dead and buried. Instead of the man I should have been, I was a miserable cock-sucker who was completely at the mercy of an alpha male.

Even the prospect of the pain I would feel did not deter me from enjoying my wife's bull. At that time, Alejandro was my master.

I glanced to the side and saw myself in the hallway mirror. I was on my knees, completely dressed, sucking a cock. I couldn't help but admire Alejandro's powerful, firm thighs, which were befitting of a real man. Just a few hours before, I saw them strain and harden as that body mounted my wife's naked, lustful bitch. And now instead of her it would have been me.

That man wanted to fuck me and smash my ass. I should have rushed away, but instead I remained there, sucking greedily on Alejandro's long and thick fuckpole.

I did it because I truly wanted to have sex with another man. I had previously attempted to approach my own sex or trans persons when already married. I had gone with a shemale escort a few times before, but I had just sucked her large member. I had visited red-light movies, and even there, I had confined myself to masturbating and sucking other guys, only to flee as soon as they urged me to follow them to the bathroom for the assfucking.

I was attracted to the idea of homosexual intercourse yet also fearful of the pain of penetration.

That's why Alejandro was a blessing: I would never have had the strength to defy his commands, whether I wanted to or not. I'd have turned into a complete slave.

Alejandro eventually grabbed my hair and pushed me to get away from his fuckpole.

"Let's head to the bedroom, faggot!"

I followed him while hypnotized. My heart was pounding, and I felt a mix of fear and excitement bubbling in my chest. The fact that he wanted to take me to his bed showed a desire to go slowly, to possess me without hurry, to allow me to completely appreciate what it meant to be the babe of an alpha male. I'd be his fuck hole, exactly like my wife. And we'd most likely be battling for Alejandro's large cock from that point forward. Oh, what an unexpected and lovely turn in our married lives!

When we were in the room, Alejandro gave me a strong order: "Give that beast a good oiling!"

He pointed at a little bottle on the bedside table. I trembled as I grasped it in my hands. As I thought, it was a lube. I knelt before his fuckpole and dutifully obeyed. My fingers grippedstruggling, to be sure, considering how big it was--his shaft once again and fully lubricated it.

Alejandro didn't groan. For a while, I was afraid I couldn't give him pleasure, but then I remembered that he frequently did the same with my wife. It was his method of expressing supremacy over us ordinary mortals: we whined like pigs in heat while he kept his cool.

He inquired, "Do you like touching it?"

Without responding verbally, I moved over and kissed his cock tenderly before pouring more lubrication. I masturbated on him and realized there was nothing more appealing than feeling the hardness of an erection between my fingers.

When he was happy, my wife's Hispanic bull said, "Now strip and get on all fours on the bed. I'll turn you into a woman."

It wasn't necessary to explain

'I'll turn you into a woman'

, but I understood why he said it. He had to demonstrate his power over me while also stripping me of my biological identity, reducing me to a woman while possessing testicles and a penis. Perhaps, I reasoned later, he stated so because a part of him refused to accept committing homosexual intercourse and telling himself that I was not a man but a woman would have made it more acceptable.

When I was as naked as a worm, I sat on all fours on the bed. Alejandro came behind me and ordered, "Open your ass wide."

I once again obeyed. I was startled when I felt something fluid and chilly slide over my back door. I assumed it was the same lubricant I had used previously, despite the fact that when I had oiled Alejandro's shaft, it hadn't been as chilly. Perhaps the excitement at the time had distorted my tactile sensations.

A bit later, I felt something else push at my sphincter. I immediately recognized it as the tip of his cock! I shivered with terror, but I didn't draw back; instead, I kept my buttocks wide open. Maybe I was careless. If it had been too painful, that lusty man would have opened my ass and most likely ignored my protests. What sort of situation had I gotten myself into? But it was too late; I could not back out now.

I felt his member pressing against the folds of my asshole. His bellend advanced into me in what seemed like an eternity but may have only been a few seconds.

"Relax and you'll see that you'll like it," the sodomizer said to me. "I will totally open you up. You will appreciate it and, in the end, thank me."

I tried to relax and follow his orders. I expected a gentle penetration, but as soon as his glans slid through the ring of my sphincter, Alejandro gave a strong push and buried his fuckpole within me up to the balls.

I yelled in anguish, "Get it out! Get it out! Get it out."

"If I go out, it's worse," he said quietly. "I'm not moving, look! Wait till your ass becomes accustomed to it."

Indeed, Alejandro's hips were motionless. I bit my lower lip to get through the pain, and in the meantime I felt the stud's hands caressing my back. I was astonished by such sweetness.

"Now you're my babe. You're a faggot. The only thing that sets you apart from your wife is that you have a bigger clitoris, ha ha!"

He gave me a solid whack on the right buttock. I felt a chill run down my spine, but that little shiver was just enough to sense his entire length nestled deep within me, drawing forth a moan of pain from my lips. I placed my forehead on the mattress, attempting to relieve my mind of the pain.

Soon, a new sensation crept into me: the awareness of being nude beneath another guy who would mount me brutally. I was formally demoted to the bottom rung of the male hierarchy, the faggots, whose sole job in bed is to serve as fuck holes.

Minutes passed until Alejandro grasped my hips and began to move. His thrusts were gradual and delicate, but nevertheless painful. However, I found that as the intercourse progressed, the agony decreased. Evidently, the walls of my ass were becoming used to that foreign body.

Alejandro must have realized this, as he began to accelerate. I felt the friction of his hard fuckpole against the walls of my rectum, and each thrust relieved my pain and increased my pleasure. I felt him advance and recede, advance and recede, in a loop of pure sex.

At one point, the stud moved away, and I felt a peculiar sense of almost painful emptiness. I wished he had pulled out more slowly, but just as my ass closed up, he pushed his anaconda back in all at once. I yelled. This was a real penetration; I now knew how my wife felt while being fucked.

I looked in the bedroom mirror and saw myself deformed with a grimace of pain and ecstasy, whilst Alejandro had an animalistic expression on his face. I watched the muscles in his abdomen and the strong thighs tightening with each thrust inside me. The arms that held me to his pelvis vibrated violently, their muscles tensed in spasm, and his hands clawed at my hips. The flesh under those claws stung, and I was afraid it would bruise my skin, but he wouldn't let me draw away. Despite the fact that I had more hair than Alejandro, I felt nearly feminine in comparison, with my narrow arms and drooping tummy.

With my right hand, I stimulated my dick. I suppose I've never had it so hard before. I was giving myself a furious handjob while a large fuckpole pounded my asshole.

After a time, Alejandro said, "Do you like how I fuck you? Answer, faggot!"

"Yes, I like it. You destroy me, but I enjoy it."

"And why do I hurt you?"

"Because you're huge. Because you fuck me really hard. Because you broke my ass." I strained to answer; it would have been easy to grunt, but I knew what he wanted from me. He wanted me to revere his dominating virility with words as well as my body, to completely dominate me in every way imaginable.

The alpha male continued to say, "Yes, I'll break you! I'm going to destroy you! I'm gonna deflower you! Oh, you are so tight!"

It was true: he was deflowering my ass. I couldn't say if he assfucked me well since I hadn't tried other guys for comparison; all I knew was that he had been able to put a massive ten-inch fuckpole through a narrow, barely-lubricated asshole.

Alejandro pressed his muscular and hairless chest into my back and pushed me against the mattress. In that posture, I stopped masturbating. It was futile; my cock was grinding against the covers, and I was going to come anyhow. The thrusts got increasingly violent.

"Do you like how I mount you, babe?"

At first, I didn't answer since the pleasure was too intense, simply off the charts.

He insisted. "You like it, right? Let me hear why you like it, faggot!"

"Because I feel it all the way through."

"Do I pound you well?"

"Yes, you're a real stud!"

"And think about when I was fucking your wife. Cuck, do you like the idea of me pounding her right in front of you?"

"Yes!" I could only moan.

I imagined my better half there, enraptured as she saw us and fingering her pussy. I imagined her touching me, feeling how hard and stiff I was. I imagined her taunting me: "Well, well, look who's got a taste for it, huh? You pig! You've got it made of steel; I've never seen your little fella so hard!"

My wife always referred to my penis as 'diddle', to draw a line between it and Alejandro's 'real' cock.

A deeper thrust than the others brought me back to reality. Alejandro was more aroused than ever, and I had never seen him like that with my wife. He just cared about his own satisfaction; he was unconcerned about my pleasure. For him, I was only a fuckhole. I looked in the glass again and noticed my wife's bull puffing like a bellows. I got the feeling that he struggled at times to keep up the fast pace.

How long had I been beneath that stud? An eternity, I would have answered, but it was also true that in the grip of that combination of pain and pleasure, I had lost all concept of time. Our bodies were sweatier than ever, although this may be attributed to the intensity of our intercourse and not its duration.

Until that moment, however, Alejandro had done everything. I had simply passively endured. I suddenly felt the desire to do my part as well to enjoy more and make the man who had done me the favor of deflowering my ass enjoy more. So I began to move my hips, to rotate them, to push my ass up, meeting his thrust, thus facilitating penetration.

Moving like that, my cock hard as steel rubbed even more vehemently against the sheets, so I wasn't surprised when I finally reached climax.

Alejandro noticed and urged me, "Enjoy it, you pig!" You're worse than a lusty whore! You enjoy having your ass broken! Enjoy! Ah!"

The orgasm momentarily sapped my energy, so I slumped back passively onto the mattress, succumbing to Alejandro's relentless thrusts.

Minutes passed; I'm not sure how many.

The stud finally said, "I cum!" I cum! I cuuuuum! I'll spill all over your ass!"

I was prepared for the moment. I felt his cum flooding my ass, but it seemed to be seeping even deeper into the depths of my consciousness. I couldn't count the spurts, but they seemed abundant. How much cum was in his nuts?

It was the same cum that Alejandro made me lick off my wife's body after every fuck. For the first time, it wasn't in my mouth, but rather in my ass, the ass of a beta male cock sucker.

Alejandro gave a few more thrusts before lying on top of me, his cock still nestled deep in my ass. I was unable to move. I did

not want

to move. I wanted to enjoy those sensations to the fullest. I wanted them to invade my head and leave an indelible impression. Now that all fear and pain had vanished, I wished it could last forever.

I had experienced pain, then pleasure, and had finally realized myself. That fuck had been an unforgettable experience, and I was glad I had waited for Alejandro to give up my anal virginity. Did he like it? I would have responded yes based on the grunts of pleasure, the blows delivered, and the profuse ejaculation, but I knew he didn't like it as much as I did. Who knows, perhaps I wasn't the only cuckold husband he fucked and transformed into his female.

When Alejandro finally pulled his semi-rigid beast out of my battered ass, he went for a bathroom wash-up. Panting, I stayed still, attempting to recover my breath and adjust to the emptiness I now felt in my rectum. When he got back to the room, told me to go rinse off.

I did so, and I noticed semen and blood--similar to what happens when a woman loses her virginity by breaking the hymen--seeping from the broken and huge hole. Alejandro might legitimately boast about having smashed me.

When I returned to the room and saw him stretched out on the bed, I couldn't help but look down at his fuckpole. Even soft, it was a formidable beast. Had I truly taken it all in my asshole, or was it only a dream?

"How'd it go?" he asked me.

"Wonderful," I replied, then I bent down to plant a kiss on his bellend.

Alejandro shuddered, then gave me the greatest compliment he could, "You're a cut above many women I've fucked."

I shuddered with satisfaction and pride--the kind that comes from being a whore, yes--and I also kissed his nuts. Then I told him, "I felt like a whore to the core."

"You felt that way because you are a whore. My whore."

At that point, I gathered my courage and asked him, "Why did you fuck me over?"

"Are you sure you want to dive into this rabbit hole?"

"Certainly. Otherwise, I wouldn't have asked you."

Alejandro hesitated for a moment, then spilled the beans: "I only did it because your wife told me that if I wanted her ass again, I had to first fuck you."

I was taken aback. So Alejandro had done it reluctantly, just to satisfy the whim of his bitch?

Perhaps the stud caught wind of my letdown because he rushed to say, "But I liked it." More than I bargained for."

I found myself instinctively smiling like a high school girl in front of the boy she has a crush on.

"Would you do it again?" I asked timidly, bracing for a negative response.

Instead, Alejandro responded enthusiastically, "Absolutely! But the ball's in your court."

That unexpected nod to my wishes caught me off guard. He had forced me, and now he was granting me the choice? I had to say, I was a little let down; I loved the image of the alpha male who never had to ask for permission.

But Alejandro quickly won me back, because he added, "If you choose to stick around, you will be my babe. Just like your wife. I could even fuck you both together, alternating between your holes."

"Seriously?"

"Do I strike you as the kind of person who plays the fool?"

"No, but--"

"But decide quickly! My cock will be hard again soon, and if you're not up for the task, I'll have to ask your wife to do it. "I'm too horny right now!"

My response came after in the blink of an eye. "Make me your whore again, master."