X & Oliver chapter 1

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A few hours drive outside the city, there was a small rural town. The population couldn't have been more than two thousand people. It was eerily quiet as a tall, young, slender black bull wandered through its quiet streets. His name was X, and he was not just any black bull; he was a stud. He had been traveling for days now, searching for the next female worthy of his seed. Unfortunately, this small farming town seemed almost completely devoid of life. The few buildings he passed were in disrepair, the windows boarded up, the ones that were occupied had old men sitting on the porch smoking cigarettes. The bull hadn't seen a single female in hours, and he was beginning to wonder if he had made a mistake coming here.

As he wandered aimlessly, he caught sight of a help wanted sign in the window of a modest farmhouse. Curious, he approached the house. The house was the only well taken care of property he had seen in the town. The lawn was mowed, the windows were clean, and there was even a garden out back. He knocked on the door, his hoof striking against the wood with a hollow thud. A moment later, the door swung open to reveal a past her prime female otter in a purple robe. X could see signs that the otter must have been very popular with men when she was younger, although now her looks were now softened by age. The robe was slightly undone, revealing two rather firm looking breasts and a soft stomach "Impressive... for an old bag" he thought. Her eyes lit up as she saw him, and for a moment, he could almost sense she was desperate for his attention.

She was still quite attractive even though she was far too old to be prime breeding stock for the bull, but she was the only female in town and the bull figured he could at least have some fun with her before moving on. He stepped inside the house, the otter told him she needed help watering the back garden. The otter was clutching what looked to be 5 dollars in her hand. The black bull looked at her with amusement and chuckled. "Five dollars ain't worth even 5 minutes of my time lady" he said, his voice deep and smooth. The otter's eyes widened, clearly not expecting such a blunt response. "I uh... uhm" she stammered, "p-please... call me Lisa" her cheeks flushing red, "and I... I could offer you something else." She hesitated, glancing around to make sure they were alone, before wedging her elbows together and bending towards the young bull, revealing more of her cleavage.

"My my... Lisa," X said with a knowing smile, "May I come in?" He stepped closer, towering over her, and she nodded shyly, stepping aside to let him pass. She led him through the dimly lit hallway, the scent of lavender and dust mingling in the air. The kitchen was small but tidy, with a wooden table at the center and a window that looked out onto the garden.

Lisa gestured to the sink, where a watering can stood ready. "It's just outside, the garden," she murmured, her eyes not quite meeting his. "Do you... do you prefer your payment before or after the work?"

X couldn't believe it, this scenario was straight out of a porno. "Well... lets see if you've got what it takes princess.... " he sighed. "Kneel" he grinned " And get those udders out for me". The otter, hesitantly obeyed, her hands shaking as she untied the sash of her robe and let it fall open, revealing her voluptuous figure. She knelt down on the floor, her hands reaching back to cup her full breasts, lifting them up towards the bull. X's eyes focused at the sight of her, pale pink nipples, hardening under his gaze as he began to stroke his long shaft to attention.

The otter could not believe the size of the studs cock. She had only seen pictures and stories about animals like him, but now she was actually kneeling before him. X was a tall and slender bull, his skin was as black as night, his grey steely eyes seemed to pierce right through her. His cock matched the rest of his body, long and slender, "it has to be almost a foot long" she thought to herself.

She looked up at him, their eyes locked, and she could feel herself growing wet between her legs. She licked her lips nervously and reached out, taking his cock in her hand. She stroked it slowly at first, feeling its veins pulsing beneath her fingers, but then with more confidence, she began to stroke faster and harder, her breasts swaying with each movement. "Enough of that, girl... open up" he demanded.

She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his thighs as she took his cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head of his shaft, tasting the salt on his skin. She closed her eyes and focused on pleasing him, sucking harder and bobbing her head up and down. She could feel the warmth of his cock as it slid across her tongue. Her arms holding her breasts up as if to display them to the young virile bull.

As she bathed his cock with her tongue, her hands reached down to cradle his balls, gently massaging them before cupping them in her palms and rolling them between her fingers. The sound of her laboured breathing filled the room. She wanted nothing more than to make him cum. She had never tasted the seed of such a man, such a stud.

But despite her best efforts, he remained hard. She looked up at him, pleading with her eyes, but he only looked down at her, seemingly unimpressed. His cock throbbed in her mouth, taunting her with its size and strength. It seemed like an eternity had passed.  Frustrated, she slowed her effort, unable to keep up the pace that he seemed to demand. She pulled back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she looked up at him, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"I... Im, sorry" she stammered, "Its been so long... I've never had man your size" her voice shaking. The bull chuckled, his eyes lingering on her body.

He stepped closer, drinking in Lisa's features. Her teardrop-shaped breasts, once a symbol of fertility and youth, now heavy with age but still firm, pointed up at him, yearning for attention. Her soft, fur-covered belly bore the stretch marks of motherhood, a reminder that her prime had indeed passed. The way she knelt before him, her eyes brimming with a mix of desire and despair, was almost pitiful.

"Hmmm, tsk tsk Lisa," X teased, "That kind of effort might have worked on lesser men. But it ain't gonna work for a stud like me." His words were like a sledgehammer to her spirit, but she knew he was right. The desperation in her eyes shifted to sadness, a deep well of it that seemed to swallow her whole.

As tears pooled in the corners of Lisa's eyes, something strange stirred within X. He wasn't used to feeling anything for the creatures who serviced his needs, but the sadness in her gaze was like a punch to the gut. It caught him off guard, momentarily disarming the usually stoic bull. He paused, stepping back, his massive cock still standing proudly between them.

With a sigh that seemed to come from the depths of his soul, X reached down and gently lifted her chin, raising her eyes to meet his. "Look, I'm not going to leave you hanging," he said, his voice softer than she had ever heard it. "keep your money, Darlin'. I can appreciate a girl who wants to please... I'll spruce up the garden on my way out." He smiled softly, his expression almost gentle. "But I ain't staying here for you. I need a girl who knows how to satisfy a stud like me"....

The bull turned and walked out the back door, his hooves echoing on the wooden floorboards. The door creaked shut behind him, leaving Lisa kneeling in the kitchen, her fur matted with sweat and drool, feeling more deflated than she had in years. She looked down at the money still clutched in her hand, her eyes blurring with unshed tears. The taste of his cock still lingered on her tongue, a bittersweet reminder of what she had almost had.

It didn't take long for X to finish up with the garden. He felt bad for the otter, but he was frustrated. He needed release. It had been over a week since he spilled his seed inside of anything. He walked out back to the field behind the house. Resting on the fence, the stud unzipped his shorts once again, taking his long semi hard cock out. His strokes were long and firm, each one pushing him closer to the edge. He closed his eyes and let out a deep breath as he focused on the sensations coursing through his body.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he felt the familiar tightening in his balls. He gripped his cock tighter and shot his hot cum high into the air. It landed in a long, thick line across the fence, before dripping down in thick, sticky rivulets. He let out a deep, satisfied sigh, feeling the weight of his release lift off his shoulders.

Thats when he saw it, the answer to his problems. There, in the distance, was a figure prancing in the field. At first, all he could make out was golden hair and the small frame that it adorned. It looked young and ripe. As his eyes moved lower, they were drawn irresistibly to the most perfectly formed buttocks he had ever seen, resting beneath an otter tail. The figure had body was nothing short of perfection, with wide hips and a slender waistline that would make any stud salivate. He grinned dubiously from ear to ear and thought to himself "this town might have some breeding stock after all."

X's eyes scan the horizon, the last remnants of the sun's warmth casting long shadows across the lush, green field. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the nearby trees. His attention is drawn to the figure in the distance. The otter's mop of sun-kissed blonde hair catches the light, X's eyes soak in the sight, his pupils dilating with growing interest.

X's gaze lingers on the sleek fur that graces the creature's body. It's a rich, deep brown on the back, blending into a soft, creamy white on the belly. The fur is well-groomed, each strand catching the fading light like a miniature beacon of attraction. The otter's tail is particularly fluffy, with a brown tip that sways with every step, adding a playful allure to the otherwise majestic stride.

A cropped orange sweater hangs loosely on the otters shoulders, enhancing the dramatic contrast between the slender waist and the voluptuous hips that sway gently with each step. Beneath the sweater, the otter's midriff is revealed, a tantalizing strip of toned flesh that seems to beckon X closer. The sweater ends just above the navel, leaving the lower abdomen bare and hinting at the treasures that lie beneath the fabric. The soft fur of the belly transitions seamlessly into the smooth skin, inviting X's imagination to wander. He can almost feel the softness of that skin under his rough, calloused hands, the way it would give under his firm grip.

Red gym shorts hug the otter's body like a second skin, showcasing a plump, round rump that seemed to call out to the stud, promising comfort and warmth. The white stripe down the side only serves to draw the eye to the tempting curve of the hips, which sway and bounce with each stride, sending a thrill through X's veins. He can't help but imagine the feel of those firm cheeks, the way they would fill his hands as he takes the otter from behind, claiming what he's been searching for all along.

The otter, notices the large black bull watching him and breaks into a playful bound. The otters legs are long and slender, separated by a tantalizing thigh gap that makes each leap appear weightless. The gap is just wide enough to be noticeable from a distance, hinting at a world of hidden delights beneath the tight fabric of his shorts. X's heart beats a little faster as he imagines what lies between those thighs, what softness and warmth await his touch.

The realization hits X like a bolt of lightning - the otter is a boy. His surprise is momentary, quickly replaced by a burning desire that he didn't know he could feel for another male. The otter's feminine figure had fooled him, but now that the truth is clear, his body responds in a way that leaves no room for doubt. The blood rushes to his member, making it throb and swell within his denim shorts. He can feel the heat building, a hunger that demands to be sated.

X's initial surprise at the otter's gender fades away, replaced by a primal hunger that's alien and yet all-consuming. This is no ordinary male, not with those curves and that inviting scent that whispers of fertility and submission. He's something new, something to be conquered and claimed. The bull's thoughts swirl with a need to possess this boy, to show him the true meaning of dominance and what it means to be bred by a stud like himself.

The otter's voice, high and cheerful, breaks the silence. "Hey mister, who are you? What are you doing in our yard?" His question is innocent, but the tone holds a hint of challenge that makes X's blood boil with desire. He stomps closer, his hooves thundering against the earth, a clear declaration of his presence. The otter's eyes widen, the spark of curiosity now mixed with a flicker of apprehension.

"Just passing through, kiddo," X rumbles, his voice deep and resonant. "The old lady inside offered me some lovin' for watering her garden." He smirks, watching the otter's expression shift from intrigue to confusion.

Oliver tilts his head, his eyes round and full of innocence. "But why would she do that, Mister?"

X chuckles, the deep rumble echoing through the field. "It's a long story, little one. Your mother thought she had what it takes to satisfy a stud like me, but she's just a teaser, not a breeder." The bull's smug grin widens as he takes in the otter's perplexed expression.

Oliver's eyes light up with childlike curiosity. "if she's lovin on you...Does that mean you're going to be my new daddy? " He asks, his voice so innocent it could melt the heart of even the most stoic creature. X pauses, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then, he lets out a bellowing laugh, "hell naw. I ain’t gonna be your daddy" He says, his eyes raking over the otter boy's body, his gaze lingering on those wide hips and plump thighs.  "But...with a body like that... play your cards right and I might give you a chance to prove you're worthy of a stud like me" he said, a wicked grin spreading across his face. Oliver blushed, he had never been complimented by another boy before. It felt strange, but good.

Oliver's tail swished with excitement. "You mean I could have a daddy like you?" he squeaked, his paws reaching out unconsciously to steady himself on the uneven ground. The young boy's small hands landed on the bull's rock-hard midsection. The warmth and solidity of X's muscles shocked him, sending a jolt through his body.

The bull chuckled, shaking his head. "I ain't no daddy type, kiddo. But if you want to learn about studs..." He trailed off, looking at the otter's body. "You got the perfect figure for it. Those hips... that ass..." He paused, his gaze drifting lower. "I could teach you a thing or two about what it takes to keep a stud around." The boys cheeks flushed a deeper red. The otter glanced down at his bum and gripped it softly. The kids at school always made fun of him for having such a big butt. Hearing the handsome bull’s compliments made him feel better about it.

"My daddy abandoned us before I was born... other men visit the house every once in a while, but none of them ever stick around..." Oliver admitted, a small frown tugging at his lips. "Mom is always sad when they leave... I wish she could make them stay..." His eyes started to well with tears, "I even offered to do their chores and play catch with them when they were bored" the otter looked towards the ground, his tail beginning to droop."none of them ever came back, just like my real daddy" he sniffed, wiping at his nose.

"Jesus kid, I ain't ask for no sob story" he grunted. The bull felt a fire in his loins, the kid was oblivious to the allure of his body. X stood tall above the otter "listen here, Olly." Oliver blushed, no one had ever called him Olly before, the young otters body felt hot in that moment. Something about this bull made his tummy tingle but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. "Like I said before, Im a stud... and studs have needs." the bull smirked, revealing his perfect set of teeth. "A stud like me needs to be stimulated...Your mother ain’t got what it takes to satisfy a man, let alone a stud like me. But you..." the bull's voice trailed off as he circled the otter, taking in his body. "You on the other hand..."

"I can do it!" the otter eagerly interrupted. "I'll do anything! I'll do all of your chores, I'll play catch with you, I'll even give you my allowance! Please!!" Oliver's big green eyes shone with determination, his tail swishing back and forth behind him. The bull chuckled, surprised by the otter's eagerness. “You ain’t even know what you’re askin’ for, kiddo… Play my game and you’ll be givin’ up more than just your allowance… Heh, well…I ain’t gonna pass up on something shaped like you” he said, handing over a new shiny cell phone. "you know how to use one of these things? my number is saved already" he added, grinning. "It's getting dark kiddo, ain’t got time to listen to you blab on all night. Ive got plans to hit the bar and find something worth breeding in this town" X started walking away, leaving the otter kneeling in tears. Oliver held onto the phone, clutching it tightly to his chest. "keep that phone secret, maybe you can convince me to come back" the bull called over his shoulder, winking.

The next day, Oliver was up early, his tail twitching nervously as he sat at the kitchen table, playing with his food. He kept glancing at the phone, wondering what he should text the bull. He paced outside for a few minutes. Finally, he mustered up the courage to type out a message: "Hey Mister, what can I do to keep you around? I'll do anything, just tell me what you want." He pressed send, his heart racing as he waited for a reply.

Time passes and Oliver still hadn't received a reply from the bull. He began to worry that he had done something wrong, or that perhaps the bull had changed his mind about wanting to come back. The young otter began to tear up. Sniffling, he decided to try again, this time being a bit more direct. He typed out another message: "Hey Mister, I've been thinking about what you said. I want you to come and visit again. But, I dont know how to keep a stud around, mom couldn't keep you around so there's no point in asking her... What do I need to do?"

As he hit send, he felt a small sense of relief wash over him. Maybe this time, the bull would respond. He waited with bated breath, his tail twitching nervously as he glanced at the phone once more. A few minutes later, it finally buzzed in his hand.

"Hey kiddo,” it began. "I appreciate the effort, but you've got to understand something... A stud like me needs more than just a willing pup. I need someone who knows how to treat me right, someone who can keep me entertained and satisfied." Oliver felt slightly confused as he imagined what that might mean.

The phone buzzed again. “Like I told you yesterday, kiddo… Im a Stud, and I’ve got needs

You've got to prove yourself Olly...take a few pictures for me... Show me that body of yours" the message read. Oliver's heart leaped in excitement, eager to do anything to keep the bull interested. He rushed to his room and found a full-length mirror. Carefully, he positioned his phone to capture his best angles. With a cheeky smile, he snapped a selfie, showing off his cute, playful side. He sent it off without a second thought. "There ya go mister, what do ya think? :)" the caption read.

A few seconds passed, and then the phone buzzed again. "listen kid, dont waste my time here. If you want me to come back, you gotta show me what you got. No more cute stuff, I need to see you work for it. You got 10 minutes, and I want spicy pics... or you'll never hear from me again" Oliver frowned as he read he bull's words. He had no idea what a spicy picture was, but he knew he had to find out. He quickly went to his computer and did a search on the internet. The first few results were of food and music, but then he found a website called "Spicy Photos From My Ex" His eyes widened as he scrolled through the images, taking in the various poses and settings.

He noticed something strange, however. All of the photos were of girls. There were no boys on the site. This made him feel even more nervous and self-conscious. He wasn't sure if he could do this, but he felt like he had to try. He took a deep breath and began to take some pictures of himself, experimenting with different angles and poses.

After much hesitation and several re-takes, Oliver finally sent the first picture to X's number. It was a photo of him kneeling on the ground and lifting his shirt, exposing his chest. similar to one he saw on the internet of a cheerleader. He could see her boobs in it. He didn't know if that was appropriate or not, he didn't have boobs, but he had done it anyway. Desperate for the bulls attention. He waited with bated breath for a reply.

A few moments passed, and then the phone buzzed in his hand. He unlocked the screen and read the message from the bull. "Thats a good start, Olly... not bad at all." There was a pause, and then, "But I think you can do better. Show me what you're really made of. I wanna see that ass of yours again" The message made Olivers face run hot.

Oliver replied immediately "My butt? But everyone at school makes fun of it. There aren't any stores around here that sell shorts that fit me properly." He sent the message with a touch of hope and a dollop of despair, feeling his cheeks burn as he recalled the cruel taunts of his peers.

He waited, heart pounding in his chest, for the bull's reply. A few agonizing seconds later, the phone buzzed again. “Those kids don’t know shit, Princess. They don't matter… If a Stud wants to see your ass... be a good boy and show it to him." The message made Oliver's stomach flutter with excitement. He hesitated for a moment, "Princess?" the boy said aloud, wondering if he should really go through with it. "Why was the bull calling him princess now? And why did it make him feel tingly?" He threw the thoughts aside, and set the phone up on his dresser, aiming it at his bed. He bent over and arched his back like those girls on the website... click!

He sent the photo to the bull's number, "oh gosh, I hope he doesn't show anyone this..." he thought to himself as he waited for a reply. His stomach was in knots, and his heart was pounding. He didn't want to disappoint the bull, but at the same time, he wasn't sure if he could really do this.

The bull was lounging on his motel bed on the outskirts of town, his attention split between the TV and his phone. He let out a slow breath as Oliver's latest photo popped up. The boy had really outdone himself this time, showing off his ass in all its glory. He could practically feel the kid's embarrassment radiating through the screen.

A smile curled at the corners of his mouth as he considered how best to respond. This was going to take some finesse. He set his phone down on the nightstand and leaned back against the pillows, absently fiddling with the sheets. He knew Oliver was nervous, but he also knew that if he wanted to eventually breed the boy, he was going to have to go slow.

The TV droned on in the background, some reality show about spoiled rich kids on a tropical island. It was background noise, really. His focus was on Oliver, and the way the boy was slowly revealing himself, both physically and emotionally. He knew the young pup was inexperienced, both with sex and with life in general, and he could sense the kid's desperation to please him.

Earlier that evening, X had spent time in the bar, not a single breed-able female seemed to live in this town. He had come here on a whim, and now he was stuck, at least until he could find a way to get out of it. But there was something about Oliver... something about the way the boy looked at him, the way he responded to his messages. He had to have him, breed him, make him his. It was a need that burned deep within him, a fire that could not be extinguished. He knew that if he wanted to tame the boy, he was going to have to be patient and cunning. He was going to show the young malleable boy how to please a stud.

He picked his phone back up and sent Oliver another message, "Well done, princess. Thats more like it." His thumb hovered over the send button as he considered how best to continue. "Maybe you do have what it takes to keep a stud like me stimulated" .

Oliver's heart skipped a beat as he read the message. "stimulated?" he thought. "I've heard that word before... but I'm not sure what it means. I guess it must be good, though." The phone buzzed again, and Oliver's stomach did a flip-flop as he saw it was from the bull. "I could help you understand what it means to be stimulated," the message read. "You've been a good boy so far. Maybe it's time to show you what happens when a stud gets... stimulated."

Oliver's heart raced. He didn't know what to say or do. He knew that the bull was older and more experienced than him, but he didn't want to seem like a complete idiot. He decided to just go along with it and trust the bull. "Okay," he typed back, eagerly waiting as the ellipses moved on the screen, showing that the bull was still typing.

The bull smiled as he saw Oliver's reply. The kid was eager, eager for the attention and the pleasure that only a stud could give him. The boy just didn't know it yet. X had to make a strong move, it was now or never. He thought about typing a response, but he opted to just send the photo and let the boy react honestly. He set the phone down on the dresser and undid his pants, freeing his massive cock. He wasn't fully erect, but the size was impressive enough.

Oliver impatiently waited for the photo to load on his phone, tapping the screen excessively. When it finally did, he gasped, his eyes widening in shock and awe. The bull had sent a picture of his naked body. Even in a semi-hard state his cock stretched almost a foot long, His black testicles hung heavily between his legs. Oliver couldn't believe he was looking at another boys penis. "Goodnight, kiddo" the caption read...