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Year of the Bull Chapter 8: Little Pleasures
🕑 Added 2021-10-28 22:40:56 +0000 UTCAwesome art by: Wyebird
Despite his divine status, Alode sometimes liked to partake in some of the more mortal aspects of Earth even though they didn't really affect him much. Things that mortals found to be relaxing didn't really appeal to him because what did he have to worry about? What part of his physical form could be harmed or couldn't be fixed by his own divinity? If it wasn't for entertainment, it rarely caught his interest or held his attention.
But there were occasions that some activities fit several niches at once and so they were pertinent for him to pursue. As was the case with where he found himself on this benign afternoon in the middle of August.
“How does that feel?” came the soft-spoken voice of the bull god's masseuse.
“Wonderful,” Alode sighed contently as the other's hands stroked up from the middle of his back to his shoulders. Gentle, melodic music played through nearby speakers and the scent of cinnamon mixed with vanilla wafted through the air from flameless candles.
Though it wasn't a professional service like what some would find from a normal business of its like, Alode couldn't see how its venue would impact much of what he was experiencing in that moment. And it was quite the experience, he had to admit. Though the massage was being conducted in a room out of an apartment, the feminine cobra that performed it had gone far and beyond to make it an accepting, calming atmosphere. It probably didn't hurt that he was quite attractive as well.
This was the third time that Alode had come to this establishment and the two no knew each other on a first name basis, and frequently talked about their days in-between visits. The cobra, who was quite thin and short, despite the length that his tail added, had undergone schooling for such a profession and was currently living his dream. He thought that some of his more unique techniques, which blended warm stone treatments with body contact and aroma therapy, might be able to help some people in ways that modern medicine hadn't quite reached.
Alode wasn't going to tell him that the spiritual aspects of the treatments didn't hold any water, though it was hard to go wrong with the other aspects of his hypothesis. In general, relaxing under the right atmosphere could heal quite a bit more than just a mortal's mind. Besides that, the two had come to form a bit more intimate relationship beyond the professional one.
His name was Taylor, and another one of the bull god's most favorite aspects of the cobra's philosophy to healing came in the form of his more sexually explicit nature. He worked in nothing but a pair of arm length gloves and thigh-high stockings. His appealing, cute form was intended to get the client's heart racing and their body ready for the second part of their session.
Given the rather substantial size difference between the two of them, the feminine cobra often had to reach far over his client's body to properly apply some of the oils that came with the session. As such, his entire body had become a component of the massage and Alode found it to be all the more enjoyable, another purposeful aspect to the session.
Alode couldn't help but smirk as he now felt Taylor resign himself to hopping up onto the table and leaning his weight into the pressure along the bull god's spine. “You know, I know a lot of body builders that would love to know your routine,” he said with a smile.
“Is that so?” Alode mumbled with a smirk. “I'm not so sure many would be able to keep up with what I do.”
“You might be surprised,” Taylor said with a shrug as he slowly turned and stroked his hands down over the bull god's bare backside. “Where do you go to work out?”
Alode chuckled. “I don't really work out. Would you believe it's all natural?”
“I wouldn't in the least,” Taylor laughed back and turned around to reach to Alode's opposite shoulder from where he was. The move had his own front practically lying across his client's upper back, which the bull god appreciated.
“Then I'm afraid I don't know what to tell you,” Alode relented.
“Aw, you can tell me your secrets,” the cobra giggled and craned his form to place his lips next to the bull god's ear. “I promise they always stay right here.”
“I have no doubt about that, but I really have no secrets to tell.”
“None at all? You're a perfect hunk?”
“Of course, what else would I be?” Alode said and turned his head to look back at the cobra. They both paused to let a second of silence pass before they both broke out into laughter.
“Well, Mr. Perfect Hunk, I think that's all the time we have left for today,” he said and climbed down from the bed.
“What? Really?” Alode asked, surprised as he looked over at the clock on the nearby wall. Indeed, his half hour massage session was up. He couldn't help but glare at the fixture as if it was lying to him. Though the least interesting part of his visit, he had begun to really enjoy himself towards the end.
“Yeah, sorry. Want me to schedule for another one in a week?” Taylor asked as he meandered around his studio putting the oil bottles back in place and getting things cleaned up for his next client.
“That would be nice, actually,” Alode said and shifted himself to a sitting position on the bed and dangled his legs over the side.
“What day would work best for you?” the cobra continued and turned to face the bull god as he suddenly stood up. Given the nature of his visit he was completely naked, and given his pride he didn't care to cover the long, flaccid cock that hung between his legs. Taylor tried to maintain his professional nature but it was a difficult thing to ignore given how beautiful and lovely of an asset it was.
“Same day, same time I think,” Alode replied as he stepped a little closer to the cobra. Taylor just stood where he was and watched the approaching stud, his form trembling ever so subtly. His head was level with the bull god's chest when standing on the balls of his feet so he had to really crane his neck to maintain eye contact.
“I-I'll be sure to get that down for you then,” Taylor said under his breath as he reached out and lightly placed his hands against Alode's chest and abdomen. The feel of the other's powerful, rippled muscles never ceased to bring a flood of red to his normally dark green cheeks.
“Uh huh. I surely hope you're not trying to rush me out of here before we get to the other half of our session,” Alode said, a knowing glint coming to his eye.
“Oh, I'd never dream of it,” Taylor said back and slowly drifted his hands down, fingers following the curve of ab muscles before they came to rest on the impressive cock just below. His hands were small compared to most of everything on the bull god's body. Even both of them wrapped around the base of his dick weren't enough to touch fingertips.
The warmth that exuded from Alode's body was easily felt through the gloves and it made Taylor's cold-blooded body eager to be even closer. He stroked down to the tip and back up, putting to work his massage techniques in a way they probably weren't intended for. Taylor would never complain though, and given the bull god's reaction, he doubted he would either.
The cobra stole a moment to himself to turn to his cabinet of scented oils to withdraw a bottle of lube from the back. He returned to Alode and poured out a sizable amount along the hefty length while he held it aloft with one hand. The flesh gleamed beneath the warm, dim light of the room, and once he was satisfied with the amount, he capped the bottle and stroked his covered hands over the gradually growing size.
Alode was content to just observe his friend and lover as he readied them both for what promised to be another half-hour of fun and relaxation. The way that Taylor squeezed and worked his fingers into the sensitive flesh had pleasure slowly building. His heart thundered in his barreled chest as blood pumped into his member and made it swell impressively.
Taylor was enamored with the sight of a cock that was already quite large becoming even bigger like the bull god's. Not once did he stop stroking its surface and working the slippery lube into every square centimeter. His hands drew up and down in tandem and in hardly no time at all the once limp length now throbbed with intense vigor and eagerness to be used.
Low moans slowly escaped the bull god's mouth as the treatment continued. Once he was at a full stand, Taylor stepped closer and pressed his thin, bare chest to its surface and sandwiched the cock between their bodies.
“Oooh, it's so warm,” the cobra cooed and leaned even more into the embrace.
“Think it's ready enough for you?” Alode asked.
“Let me make sure,” Taylor replied and then leaned his head down to the flat tip while opening his mouth.
The bull god sucked in a sharp, pleasured breath as the femboy cobra's mouth engulfed his entire length in one go. Despite his rather thin stature, he expertly inhaled the throbbing cock and didn't stop until he was kissing the base. His slick throat squeezed the sensitive flesh while he drew a tight seal against its surface.
It was this specific oral treatment that had Alode coming back time and again to Taylor's services. Just in the way that he gradually drew his head back and then sank down once again had the bull god groaning deeply and reflexively thrusting to meet the advancing mouth.
Taylor didn't mind the rough treatment that he got from his clients like this, most of the larger studs that garnered his services always enjoyed fucking his throat and cumming from nothing else but a satisfying deep throat. To him it was no different than getting fucked normally since he loved seeing his clients happy. That's all he wanted to do with his work as a masseuse to begin with.
Alode, however, wasn't going to just be satisfied with his lover's throat. Though he loved the feeling his cock being gulped around and slurped, saliva coating its surface and the cobra's forked tongue stroking across its underside, he wanted more. But it was good to get them both ready for the next course of their fun, most of all Taylor.
Minutes ticked by of the endearing treatment with the femboy's slurping getting faster and louder. He often moaned as he would feel Alode's powerful hips thrust up to meet his mouth, which vibrated the throbbing member and elicited even more satisfied huffs from the bull god. He had really worked himself into a quick rhythm when Alode suddenly placed a hand on top of his head and withdrew himself from the suckling femboy.
Taylor smacked his lips as the cock left his mouth and wrapped his hands around its impressive size once again. It gleamed with his spit and residual lube and he looked up to ask what more Alode wanted. He didn't get an answer in the traditional sense, instead the bull god leaned down and wrapped his powerful arms around the cobra's waist and lifted him.
“Whoa!” Taylor gasped and reflexively grabbed at the arms that now held him aloft. The once soft and somewhat placid body that he had been soaking his scented oils into and massaging mere minutes ago now took on the properties of a granite statue.
Alode's cock hung just below the cobra's backside, his cheeks naturally splayed open as his thighs came to squeeze around the much larger male's midsection. His grip also shifted to be on the bull god's shoulders, his body now comfortably ready for what was coming next.
It didn't take much to guide Alode's cock up. It somehow found Taylor's backside without any trouble, the flat tip pressing under that long, wiggling tail to set right against his asshole. From there it was just a matter of letting the cobra's weight press down while Alode pushed up.
The incredibly tight ring splayed open and gradually accepted the thick girth. Taylor let out a steady, strained moan as his body took in the pulsing size. His depths gripped its rock-hard surface not unlike how his throat had a bit ago. He didn't need much time to get used to the size, about as long as it took for his ass to settle on his lover's lap.
Taylor looked up at Alode with half lidded eyes, his stomach slightly distended from such a massive insertion. His tongue flicked out and tasted the bull god's strong, strange scent right before he began moving.
To the immeasurable strength of the bull god, the cobra's weight was next to nothing. Though he held the other's thighs with a firm grasp, he was careful not the harm him. Alode easily drew the femboy up and let him fall back to meet a powerful thrust forward.
Divine energy stroked through that first motion and lit up the nerves inside Taylor's belly. He hissed out a surprised, deeply pleasured moan that only grew louder as the bull god began moving aggressively.
The cobra was entirely at the other's mercy and he loved the feeling. While it wasn't uncommon to be thrown around like a fuck toy by some of the strong clients that he had, none were able to meet this level of endurance. He wanted to be used like a cocksleeve, to be stretched as wide as possible while begging for more.
The bull god could practically read his lover's thoughts by just the ecstasy stricken look in his eyes. A knowing grin spread over Alode's mouth as he spurred himself to move even faster. A resounding clap echoed from when his hips slammed into Taylor's, a ripple traveling through his backside every time.
The intense friction and body heat had the cobra's form growing so hot that it was like he was submerged in a relaxing bath. His muscles felt weak and if not for the bull god having control, he feared he might have flopped backwards. An unintended result of such a sensation was that Taylor's cock had now stiffened from his own sheath and now ground between their bodies.
While precum seeped inside of the femboy's ass, his own spattered Alode's belly. Taylor didn't have much control over his current situation, but he found his body moved on its own to grind into the short fur that covered the bull god's belly. His sensitive little member ached to be touched but he didn't want to risk letting go of the other's shoulders. He found he didn't really need to worry about himself given the immense, blissful sensations that resulted from the quickened bucking.
The angle that Alode would thrust up into the other's body had his thick tip brushing the sensitive prostate within, then his entire length would grind past and have waves of ecstasy threatening to take over Taylor's mind. His body twitched and wiggled to gain more from those rapid strikes but no matter how hard he tried there was nothing more he could do. He was entirely at Alode's mercy and there was no other place he'd have preferred to be.
Through the wave of pleasure, Taylor completely lost track of time. They could have eclipsed their agreed upon duration and he'd have never known, nor would he have cared. In the back of his pleasure blinded mind, he hoped he didn't have a waiting client, or if he did that they would understand.
Alode huffed and grunted hard as he exerted himself to reach new speeds. His heavy balls slapped at the cobra's backside with every movement, precum spurting deep and bringing with it his divine energy that soaked the cobra to the scales. The energy snapped like static within the femboy's belly, tickling him and adding even more to the bliss that clouded his thoughts.
Using the cute cobra like this had the bull god craving more and more. He knew he wasn't going to be satisfied with just one session, he needed more and he wasn't willing to wait an entire week to get it. Whoever was next in line would be waiting there for quite a while.
A new level of intensity rushed through both of their bodies in that moment and Taylor let out an ecstatic scream while Alode snorted and huffed defiantly. The rolling ball of climactic energy swelled within the bull god's groin and surged up through his cock. His entire size thickened and drew even deeper, bulging the femboy's stomach the farthest it had gone yet.
In that same moment, Taylor's eyes shot open and he cried out as he slammed hard into an orgasm that seemed to come from nowhere. His small cock flexed hard and began spurting thin streams of white across Alode's belly, barely anything at all compared to what was to spill into his own stomach.
With one final thrust, Alode buried everything he had and unleashed the full might of his balls as they clung tight to his groin. Cum exploded within, viscous white coating the cobra's insides and bringing with a surge of heat like none he had felt before.
While he and Alode had certainly fucked a few times before, there was something quite a bit different this time. The bull god seemed desperate, like he didn't want to let go and just keep cumming until Taylor's belly looked like he was pregnant. The cobra was shocked to find the idea of being filled with a couple foals was a surprisingly alluring though, most of all Alode's. It'd be something he'd have to think about later, but for now he was being filled to the brim.
The bull god didn't stop thrusting. He rolled his hips just as hard as before, though slower. He wanted to make sure every drop was deposited before finally stopping and letting his dick rest within his fuck toy's bowels.
Taylor was seeing stars by the time the pleasure finally began to ebb, though it still left him shaking and whimpering a bit. He didn't want it to be over, he was almost on the verge of begging Alode to keep going and was already thinking of ways to incentivize him to not pull out. Was an entire month of free massages too much?
To Taylor's dismay, Alode's cock gradually became too limp to hold onto. It flopped out of his hole with a loud, wet slurp and trailed a wave of cum. The massive length, now covered in a thick layer of white, continued to be spilled on by the cobra's gaped tailhole. He tried to close himself so that he could keep as much of the precious jizz within as he could, but he was sapped of all strength and motivation.
“I hope your other clients don't mind, but I'm not going to wait for another massage,” Alode rumbled.
Taylor shook his head to clear the pleasure laden fog and looked up at the bull god. “I don't know h-how good of an idea that is. I have a reputation to uphold,” he said, not really even able to remember what the rest of his day looked like.
Alode didn't bother to answer. He just turned around and unceremoniously tossed the femboy onto the nearby table.
Taylor flopped over its surface with a huff and turned onto his back in time to see the towering bull god step up to its edge, his eyes holding a hungry look to them.
“I wasn't asking for your input,” Alode said. He took his huge cock by the base and gradually stroked it up to the tip. With his other hand, he grabbed Taylor by the leg and spun him around so that his legs splayed around the bull god's hips once more.
In true fuck toy fashion, the cobra said nothing. He merely allowed himself to be manipulated again, and he gave no complaint. In truth he was more than happy to indulge in another round of fun, so long as it was with Alode and not someone else.
He only hoped, as the bull god lined his throbbing cock that had become renewed with vigor, that his other clients would understand. Forget about giving Alode a whole month for free, he was going to have to figure out a way to make it up to whoever else was waiting their turn.
