"Can we not tell people we had sex?" Tyler said, sipping hot chocolate with a blanket wrapped around most of his body. 

Lars offered a shrug. "Let's focus on the next few hours, okay? Let's go over this again...

"Before I came home, you snuck in my room and copied all five of the mixes, and then I listened to the third. Then I went to work out, had the same thing happen, watched a couple guys and jacked off to it. Then, I went to his apartment and he gave me the ultimatum." Lars left out the part where he gave the bull a blowjob that nearly made him spurt on the spot. "And I got back here..."

"By then you'd been gone about three hours."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, either he lives all the way across the city or..." Tyler let the sentence hang in the air until it was clear neither wanted to finish it.

"So you were gone for three hours. I kinda binged on the mixes, and since they were all mostly unlocked-"

"Mostly unlocked?"

The tiger shrugged. "The first three were good. The fourth had some kind of DRM or something, so I ran this brute-force kind of decrypting program. Simple stuff."

So much for being good with computers, thought the bull on his own skill with them.

"And yeah, you interrupted me while I was listening to the fourth one."

"And that's when we-"

"We both know what happened then." The tiger grumbled.

Another pause.

"Do you-" the bull began.

"-want to listen to the fourth one again?" the tiger finished.

They both shivered.

"We have to figure something out." Lars stated.

And yet, despite staying up with each other until dawn, there was nothing of consequence.

Lars stared at his bedroom door from the couch, feeling as though it was calling him. Calling him to come and listen. Listen and obey. Obey the bull.

And that's when he discovered an idea.

"Tyler."

"Yeah?"

"Would you do anything I said after you listened to the file?"

"...Probably."

"Let's hope you do."

---

Lars sealed the envelope and wrote three words on the front: "Obey the bull." He handed it to Tyler, who had his computer out and his headphones on, already hard from anticipation. The tiger gripped it tight and pressed play.

The bull watched him immediately droop forward and open his mouth, feeling nothing but envy. 

But the hard part was over. As long as there was no oversight...

At best, he would spend a few blissful hours in a lustful daze of obedience. At worst, the rest of his life. The most frightening part of it was that he was strangely satisfied with either result.

But it was time to yield to temptation and listen to the call of the siren.

He strode to his computer and waited exactly five minutes before pulling up the same executable file that found "Workout Mix #4". Another password.

"ObeyTheBull"

"Workout Mix #4 unlocked!"

Two clicks. And it began.

There was no music, just the strange vibrato sound, one that few would recognize as binaural sound waves.

And a familiar voice. "Dive deep for me."

Everything went black, and the bull found himself blissfully empty.

---

And then the file ended. 

The bull knew what to do. He had listened fully and completely. There was no hiding it from his own mind anymore.

He stood from his chair, blissful as he rubbed his hand over his chest, which was littered with the dried remnants of his trance-induced orgasm, in which he gave his mind fully to his Master.

No questions about it.

He also understood that those 24 hours were just Master's way of toying with his mind. A fun little game of his. It would take more time than that, but it would be done for him once the papers were signed. Master would take care of it.

But first he needed to clean himself up for Master. The bull stepped over to the shower, feeling the steam of a previous use hit his naked body. Oh, that's right, he was naked. He must have discarded his clothes while listening to Master's voice. What a silly thing to concern himself over.

He wasted no time and no water, stepping out of the shower and into one of his gym outfits, knowing that Master would be pleased by the way they showed off his still-developing semi-muscular body. He'd made such progress in just a week, his muscles sore on a regular basis to signal their oncoming growth. 

The bull walked out with only the clothes on his back and the keys to his car. In a sharp focus, he drove across the city to the same building. He parked, stepped out and pushed the intercom for Unit 304. 

"I have arrived, sir." 

"Excellent, Lars. Come up."

And the door buzzed to unlock itself. Lars stepped through, never bothered by a rude feline that brushed past him to shoot up the stairs. He preferred the elevator, as dictated by his Master. A few simple button presses, and he found himself walking calmly down the hallway to the front door of what would be his new home. He pressed the doorbell again. The door unlocked and revealed the older bull. Master. And he was nude. Only proper, thought Lars, neither of them needed clothes in each other's presence anymore. 

"Come inside, Lars. Though now that it's just the two of us, I'll call you my pet."

"Of course, sir."

The bull stepped inside and let the door close behind him.

"You were an obedient pet and listened to the fourth file."

"Naturally, sir."

"Good, good. Strip, pet."

As if by second nature, the younger bull peeled off his clothes and shirked them aside, standing nude before the larger bull. 

"Very nice. You'll build yourself quite well in the coming months."

"That's wonderful, sir."

The Master reached over and ran a finger along Lars' chin, causing him to rumble with satisfaction.

"That last file is your regular conditioning file. I will unlock it personally, and you will listen once a day."

"Yes Master."

"I take it you felt release while listening to the fourth file earlier?"

"Of course, Master."

"Then we won't have to worry about getting you off for a good while." The older bull stepped forward and splayed his hand out over Lars' chest before spinning him around by the shoulder and bending him over the nearest couch.

It was then that Lars understood why he felt forbidden for doing the same to Tyler. Such a feeling was Master's prerogative to give to him. He was feeling pleasure without permission. An error that would not be made again.

Lars didn't watch the bull behind him, but he knew that his Master's length would soon enter him, and he would feel better than he had ever felt. He was promised that much. The older bull wasted no time in ceremony, just sliding his thick shaft into Lars' virgin tailhole.

Anyone else would have yelled in pain, but Lars felt nothing but pleasure and satisfaction as the older bull slid further and further into him, gripping the couch and letting out a high-pitched moan, much like the one he elicited from Tyler when doing the same thing to him. But that was forbidden now. He would obey Master. Lars did not need anyone under his command.

At last, he felt the larger bull's groin press against his cheeks, the warm body's touch signaling the Master's full length must have been inside him. Not that it truly mattered to him. He felt the pleasure from the friction and the obedience regardless of how his Master used him. Lars let out a gasp as he felt a sudden lack of the older bull's shaft, then another moan as it slid back in again.

He panted quickly while he felt that length slide itself in and out of his body over and over, prodding that perfect spot in his rear that sent waves of pleasure out to his fingertips and back. His eyelids fluttered and his mouth dropped open as he felt the rocking motion of his Master's hips slamming into his own.

The air was soon full of their groans and grunts, each one longer and louder than the previous. At long last, the Master slid his arms up to Lars' shoulders and pulled him back against his body, giving one more mighty thrust as the younger bull felt the Master's seed flood into his rear, closing his eyes and moaning out sweetly, leaning his head back on the larger bull.

"You'll do just fine, pet," the Master said between breaths. A few moments of glorious afterglow, and the larger bull slid himself out, grabbing a nearby towel and cleaning the two of them off to a satisfactory point. "Now, come over to the couch, and you can sign these papers." 

"Happily, sir," came Lars' reply. He stood up and moved to the couch, settling himself down and leaning forward, picking up the pen and looking over the contracts. It wasn't really necessary to read them, he completely trusted his Master. 

It was quite the stack, and the bull signed over several things, including a name change form, an address change form, a joint account statement, and authorization for a credit check. He only looked up when he heard sounds of a struggle.

An orange and black striped arm was around the larger bull's neck, and the Master was squirming and straining in his chair against it, eyes wide. A rag was being held over the bull's mouth and nose.

Lars felt like he should help. But he was not instructed to do so. So he watched as Tyler kept the Master held until the older bull went limp. 

The tiger placed two fingers at the bull's neck, confirming his heartbeat. Tyler slipped a backpack from behind his back and pulled out a pair of headphones and Lars' music player, placing them on the larger bull and playing a file.

Tyler walked across the room to sit calmly next to Lars, handing him a small envelope reading "Obey the Bull."

Naturally, Lars was compelled to open it and read the letter inside.

	"Lars,
If all has gone to plan, then Tyler has arrived and I am unconscious. I command you, upon my awakening, order me to release you from my control. This is the test of a true, faithful servant. If you do this, you will be rewarded.
	Master."

Lars folded the paper into his lap and stared at the older bull. He and the tiger waited.

For hours. 

At some point during that time, he saw the Master lift his head and half-open his eyes only to droop back down and close them again. Then once more. And a third time.

After a little more than three hours, the larger bull opened his eyes fully and stared at Lars, speaking only three words.

"Obey the Bull."

Lars spoke clearly, and with authority.

"Release me from your control."

There was a moment of hesitation in the Master's movements, a twitch, an instinct trying to protect his hard work. But he yielded like any proper slave would.

"Beeswax." He spoke in monotone.

It was as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders and chest, the bull heaving his breath as though he was breaking to the surface of the ocean after being held in the depths for so long. He was free, and he could feel every muscle in his body, and it all belonged to him.

He took a minute or two to simply readjust to having all of his free will back, then looking over to his still-frozen roommate. The bull leaned in and whispered the word to him.

"Beeswax."

---

And then the file ended. 

Tyler found himself staring at his laptop with an envelope laying across the keys of his laptop. It read: "Obey the bull."

Naturally, Tyler was compelled to open it and read the letter inside.

	Tyler,
	Accompanying this letter is another envelope. Keep it on your person. Do what you need to do to get ready, but finish quickly. You must leave our apartment as quickly as possible and then get in the backseat of my car and be as invisible as you can. You must follow me closely and arrive at my destination unseen. There will come a time when I am signing legal documents. You must act then and subdue the bull across from me however you can. Once he is taken care of, ensure he is still alive, and then give him the earbuds and play him the files you have just listened to in sequence. Only then can you take the envelope and put it in my lap. Wait for further instruction.
	Master Lars.

He felt his chest, fingers on dried seed from an orgasm he must have experienced under trance. Getting ready meant a shower.

It took minimal effort to get in and out, and he left the bathroom wearing nothing, walking toward his own room to get himself some comfortable clothes and prepare a bag with everything he needed.

As he shoved headphones and music player into a backpack, he heard Lars leave his room and step in the shower. He had little time. Tyler crept out of the room and descended the building until he found Lars' car, which he had left unlocked before he listened to the file. The tiger laid himself across the floor of the backseat and waited.

Minutes later, Lars got in the car and began to drive them both across the city to the Master's apartment. 

Tyler's focus was so sharp that as soon as the bull engaged the parking brake, he knew exactly what to do. Lars shut the door behind him and Tyler slipped out from the opposite side of the car. He sneaked toward the door, hiding himself while the bull called someone through the intercom. He heard the loud click of the door unlocking and rushed past Lars with a gruff "'Scuse me," disguising his voice as best he could.

The bull didn't seem to care as Lars ascended the stairs. He made sure to take his time once out of eyeshot so any kind of heavy breath would not draw attention to himself. As he arrived on the third floor, Lars was already standing before the door to unit 304. 

Tyler held himself against the wall, unable to see the other bull, sneaking forward barely outside of Lars' peripheral vision. 

Lars stepped inside and the tiger hurried over to the door, catching it with a foot to leave it barely ajar, and most importantly, unlocked.

He heard mumbling between the two bulls for a few minutes, then silence, then very lewd moans. 

Only when he heard them grunt in unison did he venture inside as silently as possible.

It was a sight that normally would have shocked the tiger, but in his intense, trance-induced state of focus, he merely understood that it was his best opportunity to sneak further into the apartment. 

It wasn't very large, and there would be a nice place to hide in a bedroom. If they'd already bothered to fuck out in the living room, it seemed he could buy some time search the bedroom.

All he had to do was find a way to subdue the older bull. He was physically no match for him, but if this bull was as malevolent as Lars had described earlier that day, then there might be an answer in the apartment.

Minutes of searching yielded nothing until he found a dresser drawer full of bottles and pills, the largest of which looked homemade and had a rag hanging over the top. It was unlabeled, but the tiger knew that getting a whiff might end his night in failure. He grabbed the bottle and rag and crept toward the door again.

The bulls had finished their fucking, and were cleaning up and moving toward the table to sign documents.

Tyler knew it was time. The tiger unscrewed the bottle's lid, dabbed the liquid in the rag, and set the bottle down. He sneaked out of the bedroom and slipped forward. The older bull had his arms crossed, his chair facing Lars and away from Tyler.

With one swift motion, the tiger surprised the bull and pressed the rag to the older bull's face while applying pressure in a chokehold on his throat. For those few seconds, he thought the larger bull was going to throw him across the room. But the bull's body gave up quickly, and he slumped forward in the chair.

The tiger had no time or sense to understand his accomplishment, instead sliding the backpack from his shoulders and digging into it. He slipped the headphones on the bull's ears and plugged in the music player, feeding the bull's mind his own concoction of obedience.

Tyler stepped over to Lars, who remained calm and expressionless during the altercation and handed him the envelope. The tiger sat next to him and looked blankly forward, his job complete.

Lars opened the envelope, nodded, and set it down in his lap.

They waited. For hours.

At some point during that time, the older bull lifted his head and half-opened his eyes only to droop back down and close them again. Then once more. And a third time.

At last, the larger bull opened his eyes fully and stared at Lars, speaking only three words.

"Obey the Bull."

Lars gave him the command.

Tyler saw the older bull's lips move, but heard no sound. Lars, though, looked as though he had just woken up from a bad dream. He breathed quickly, then caught his breath again, looking around.

Lars leaned in and whispered a word to him.

"Beeswax."

---

Lars leaned back and watched the tiger go through the same experience he did upon waking from the trance. It was a delight to see him get his personality back and grin at him. They both felt a kind of freedom that they hadn't known since before listening to the first file. 

He glanced down at the letter in his hand, recognizing his own handwriting and remembering writing those exact words hours previous.

Tyler wrapped his arms around the tiger and Tyler reciprocated. 

"Dammit man, I'm so happy I could kiss you." Lars said.

Tyler grinned and leaned in to press his lips to the bull's.

It was disgusting. They honestly tried to make it work, but it ended only in wincing and awkward coughing.

"Let's never do that again," said the tiger.

"Agreed," said the bull.

Neither of them questioned why they thought a kiss with another guy was perfectly fine, something that would have made them flinch before either met the older bull.

"Obey the bull." A voice said.

They turned in unison and looked at the naked, muscled, tranced bull sitting in the chair before them.

"What should we do with him?" Tyler asked.

Lars turned and stood up, towering over the older bull. "Tell me what you do."

"Find men. Trap them. Trance them. Sell them," came the reply in a monotone.

Lars shivered at how far he had almost come in that process. "How do you trance them?"

"Audio files. By suggestion or force. They come to me after that."

"Where do you keep these files?"

"The originals are on my computer. In a folder called 'collections'."

Lars turned and looked at Tyler. "Can you take care of those?" 

Tyler gave a nod. "Sure." He stood and went back to another room where he found the bull's computer. "Found 'em!" said the tiger after a few moments.

"Delete them." 

Another few moments.

"Done."

The tiger reemerged from the room and looked at the bulls.

"Slave," said Lars to the other bull.

"Yes Master?" the older bull asked.

"You're going to find all of the men that you wronged, and you're going to free them the way you freed me. You will not question this. This will become your life's new purpose."

"Yes Master. I will obey." 

Tyler took the headphones from the bull's head and shoved them back in the backpack, which he slide around his arms. The older bull continued to stare blankly at Lars.

"If you need money, you will steal from your former customers."

"Of course, master."

"You will wake up from this trance, convinced you came to this conclusion on your own, exactly an hour after we leave. Understood?"

"Yes master."

Lars looked at the tiger and nodded. Lars grabbed for his clothes and slipped them back on, leaving the apartment with the tiger.

They couldn't find the words to speak to each other until they both got in Lars' car, two stories down.

"Lars." Tyler said.

"Yeah?"

"Why didn't I want to obey him?" the tiger asked.

"Well, I guess he wasn't exactly specific with those files, however he got us into those trances. You'd never seen him before, didn't even know he was a bull. I mean, when you think of people you know, who's 'the bull'?"

"You, I guess."

"That's why you focused on me instead."

Tyler nodded. "Okay. And because he wasn't specific enough in the file, when we put it on him, he was going to obey whatever other bull  was there."

"Which was me."

"Pretty fucking lucky if you think about it."

Lars smirked, driving away from the building. "Give us some credit for that plan, dude."

Tyler leaned himself back in the passenger seat and closed his eyes. "Okay. Just a little."

---

"Can you go take care of those?" Lars had asked the tiger, standing next to the tranced older bull.

Tyler stood up and searched a few rooms looking for the computer the older bull had spoken of. In a few seconds, he saw it, an expensive, luminescent desktop tower and ridiculous screen standing on a desk before the largest desk chair he'd ever seen. He sat, immediately jealous of the bull for the comfortable chair before the machine, and searched the files for a folder with that name. 

Inside that folder were dozens of files. Scripts of directions he recognized that sounded eerily familiar, audio files of the bull's voice reading those scripts, mp3s of high-energy music and project files that assembled them all together.

"Found 'em!" He yelled back to Lars.

"Delete them." It sounded like a command to the tiger. Maybe it was his imagination, or he was looking for a reason to rebel against the bull he had obeyed for what felt like so long.

He compressed the entire folder into an archive, slipped in the flash drive he kept on his keychain, and copied the archive to the device. 

Only then did he delete the files from the bull's computer.

He ejected the flash drive and ran his thumb over it.

"Done." 




The End