Taking the Chain - Sex Stories

Taking the Chain

... blinking slowly, his gaze dazed and sluggish. Durus thrust once, hard, driving their bodies forward across the sand and paused, letting Mordax focus.

"Do you like this," Durus said, his chest heaving. "Being taken by me in front of this many people."

Just as when he had taken the chain, Mordax replied without a thought.

"Yes," he cried enthusiastically, his hole clenching around Durus' thick cock. "Yes. This is everything I dreamed of."

Durus' cock throbbed at the bull's bellows, and he began to pound into Mordax's wanting need again. His chest swelled with the crowd at Mordax's continued cries of pleasure. Snatching up the forgotten chain, Durus held it in one hand and pulled Mordax's head back by his hair.

"Come for them," he whispered into one velvet ear, canting his hips to ensure that each pounding thump of his cock would rattle Mordax's teeth and press against the mound of pleasure within him.

Mordax reared back, clenched around him, screaming out his pleasure.

Durus stilled, unable to move against the tight pressure as Mordax shuddered and groaned through his orgasm. Mordax abruptly went limp, his chest heaving as his body shuddered. Durus started a frantic rhythm, his cock slipping in and out of his limp lover with ease.

Pleasure built at the base of his spine, and his balls throbbed, tightening as his orgasm approached. Pulling out sharply, he took himself in hand and jerked himself through deep heaving breaths. Thick ropes of cum shot forth, ...

... splattering against Mordax's sweat-drenched back. The sight of his spend across Mordax's pale skin sent another jolt of pleasure through him, and his cock jerked. More cum splattering against his finely muscled back.

With a sigh of contentment, Durus let go of his cock, the already softening member resting against the curved crack of Mordax's buttocks. Shuffling backwards, he glanced down at where Mordax had come, his pleasure soaking into the sands. With a tired snort of pleasure, Durus cradled the bull's balls once more. Mordax twitched, hissing softly. They were lighter to the touch, but as Durus hefted them in his hand, he knew he could wring more pleasure out of them.

Perhaps later?

His knees were weak as he slowly climbed to his hooves, the din around him quieting. Already the crowd was thinning. No doubt they were running to spread the news of all they had witnessed.

Someone had taken the chain.

Mordax had taken the chain.

Durus unclipped the chain from the bull's nose and let it fall to the sand. Mordax continued to lay there, his eyes closed, his chest heaving.

"Get up," Durus said, nudging his thigh.

Mordax blinked up at him. He smiled slowly, every part of his features radiated a deep-seated weariness.

That just wouldn't do.

"You have fulfilled your end of the bargain," Durus said, holding his hand out.

Mordax huffed, pushed himself up onto his elbows and eyed the hand offered to him. He took it and Durus pulled him to his feet. He ...