I breathed quickly as that monster of a man brought his lips to my cock, warming it up with his scorching breath. Faint steams were coming through his nostrils —and he wasn’t even half warmed-up yet!
«My god!!» My head swirled. I couldn’t believe my incredible luck! «Finally happening!!” My heart raced. “It’s finally fucking happening!»
My muscles glimmered, sweating coldly as my heart pumped gallons of blood through my massive, bull-sized body.
The sturdy chair where I set was a solid piece of mahogany, impeccably constructed and heavy as a small car, yet not even this piece of furniture could fully withstand the weight of my body, as its wood started with my subtle, but vigorous quivers.
I was a prime stud of a man, a twenty-year-old caramel-skinned Alpha male with a few dozens of thousands of women under my belt; so heavy and muscular there wasn’t almost any space left on that chair for my massive physique, which now shivered under the expectation of being fucked by that… even greater, much larger Alpha!
“Holy fucking shit!!”
My master was a giant. There was no other way to describe him; a 7.1ft-tall breeding bull, with a shallow coating of hairs covering his entire muscular frame, which was so gigantic it dwarfed even my own.
I weighed 650 pounds of pure muscular perfection, yet that stallion of an old stud weighted no less than 800!
His head alone seemed to be the size of one of my pecs. His mouth could swallow my head and his tongue could easily pierce my throat and rip it open, if he so chose to do.
But he never chose my pain—not without my consent, at least. His massive mouth now descended upon my erect cock, which throbbed and gushed precum like mad on his face.
He paused with the tip of his tongue teasing my urethra, looking at me with those piercing, pitch-black eyes.
‘I see you gushing for me already.’
‘M-master!’ I panted, not knowing how to address that god-stud.
His massive prick touched my legs. The bull wasn’t just a bovine creature in size or strength, but also in endowment: between his legs dangled a 18in pussy-stretching, ass-wrecking monstrosity as thick as a large bottle of Coke.
His was a monster cock so humongous big any other man —even myself!— would be broken just after one hour trying to walk with that gargantuan thing. Yet he not only carried that thing with ease but at times even seemed to forget his tool, letting it stand upright, dangling side to side, while he lowered his lips to finally suck me off.
‘Fucking gorgeous cock you have, my bitch!’ And he squeezed my monster trunk with both hands, making me yelp.
My sight blurred for a while. That was too much for even I to bear. He ran his hands along my monstrous shaft, which wasn’t so much smaller than his own.
I was twenty-something years younger than him, yet sporting a 14in cock which never stopped to grow year after year. My meat-tub, accompanied by two of the fattest, hardest balls any male specimen could possess, grew at the pace of half an inch a year —versus my master’s a quarter-inch a year.
At 55-years-old, though, it was amazing that the mature bull could still grow more cock in a few years than most men had during their whole puberties.
My balls dangled low and hot, shivering with so much energy. The monster grabbed one of them with his hand, enveloping it with ease.
‘Sweet eggs.’ He complimented before masterfully touching my ostrich-egg sized gland.
I was aghast. Most women couldn’t grab a single of my balls with both hands, yet that gargantuan titan did so easily with a single hand.
His palm squeezed my sphere with power, stimulating the production of gallons and more gallons of milk. I started to scream like a madman, insanely forcing against the belts tying my arms to that chair:
My eyes almost leapt off my skull. I felt the gallons of spunk flowing up my balls, and so did my man: with his hands, he inspected the texture and the power of the semen running inside my testicular ducts, smiling as he lick the tip of my head with his tongue.
“Your spunk’s got the thickness of an Alpha male seed. It’s the second thickest spunk in the world, right behind my own.”
I roared and shook, feeling my sack growing heavy with the double stimuli of his hands and his words.
“Master!!” Suddenly, though, I fell into silence with my master crushing my sack.
The spunk flowed so hard from my balls I could literally hear it, like a very deep whistling of liquids running through a very narrow passage.
My organism filled up with spunk, with the gigantic veins inflating in preparation to my superb orgasm. I felt a little bit of my semen already flowing up my shaft, so close to shooting.
The male threw me another fatal look, however, shutting me up with his thunderous voice:
“Don’t you dare nut, whore. I want to feel your sperm reaching maximum thickness before you unload it.”
The gigantic man, then, put his hands on my balls, caressing them with such strength that I felt my stomach ache and my prick almost tear itself in the middle, so hard it was!
Jets of lube burst into the ceiling, where they loudly splashed, falling on us like rain. My body would end up infected if the spunk kept piling up so hard and heavy on my sack. My balls, which were already giant, had doubled in size at that point, stock-piling more spunk than literally fifty horses.
All of this my master felt as he masturbated them, pressing his fingers on my sack and feeling the fluids flowing inside.
“So much semen you’ve got. So much sperm!” He gave me that conman smile. “How many women have you knocked up to this day, young bull?”
I answered with a very frail, yet proud voice:
“Fifty-eight thousand mammas.” I puffed up my chest, making my muscles roar. “I’ve already unloaded my seed in over fifty-eight thousand bitches, all of which I bred with my powerful juice.”
“Good. You’re on the right track… but you need to fuck much, much more.”
His hands made me crazy! Tears were pouring from my eyes!
My body jumped, dragging the armchair on the floor. “Master!! Master!!”
The guy masturbated my testicles directly, sinking his hands on that spunk sack. My sperm was so thick that I already felt it like cement on my scrotum, literally weighting some thirty pounds per testicle.
I wanted an immediate release, but my master seemed determined to torture me to the very last second. Then I felt, before it even touched me, his tongue leaving his giant mouth and getting close to my prick, now at its full, glorious anaconda-length.
“God!!” My eyes were tearing up, delighted to see that monstrosity of meat. “This fucking tongue!! Your tongue…”
My master had ten inches of tongue –more tongue, indeed, than most men had in cock! His favorite pastime, as it happened, as to make women faint just with his tongue inside their cunts, which he sucked so masterfully before devouring with his cock.
“What a delicious cock!” He praised me right before laying the whole length of his tongue along my prick, licking it up very slowly, from base to head.
My cock ejaculated monstrous loads of lubes up in the air, almost all of them splashing on the ceiling. With his tongue and lubes, the male coated my entire prick. His tongue lapped around my penis and jerked it off like a hand. The pressure and power of his muscle were unbelievable, literally like the deadly hug of an anaconda.
I roared. My muscles burst, doubling in size.
The arms of the chair got a little lose after my vigorous motions. I was trying not to shake so hard, but I couldn’t help it: my muscles gradually fragmented that seat, which would soon turn to dust thanks to the intensity of my pleasure.
My mighty body burned so much that it was fully coated by a layer of steam. My master started biting my cock, giving it violent suctions with his tongue and lips.
The spunk flowed up my urethra, but I managed to control it in the very last moment: “ooorh-uuurh!!”
Still, a super volume of spunk bubbled up from the tip of my prick, flying eight feet up in the air before falling on my prick.
My master’s eyes glistened as soon as he saw that dense, white, thick liquid. His hands abandoned my balls and grabbed my mast.
“Quiet!” He commanded to my prick, squeezing it so tight that I thought my soul itself would be torn from my body.
I closed my eyes so that they did leap out of the sockets.
My balls lost control and pumped seed loudly through the rest of my reproductive system. My body was swelling with semen. Very thin, speedy threads burst from my compressed urethra, despite all the strength with which that monster squeezed me.
Smiling, he licked his giant lips.
“Bitch’s all crazy for me to suck her, huh?”
My breast expanded and contracted furiously, at the pace of my maddened perspiration. My voice was thin; my eyes, shaking madly in their sockets:
“Yes!! Yes!!” My high-pitched scream made the windows shake. “Yes!!!”
The male puckered his lips and moved them close to my purple, engorged helmet.
“Very well, little whore. Im’ma suck you off real good.”