Thread: By The Horns [DamonHuntington x Marinara]

The darkened room filled suddenly with light, revealing every bit of Jacob's domicile. Normal enough , all things considered. Or, as was more likely, simply in comparison to the hulking testament to abnormality standing before him. The horns he'd thought he imagined were in fact quite real. Even more than that, the man -- nay, monster stood before him was herculean. Easily two heads taller than Noah himself, and big . He was damned proud of his physique and all the work it'd taken to get it to this point but his one time victim put every bit of him to shame. You got it wrong, I wasn't going to do any of that! Noah interjected. It was a hard sell, considering the content of his bags... but he could always fall back on his usual sob story even if Bulldozer hardly seemed the sympathetic type. Or even a human one. I -- I was just nervous! I really wanted to try out the things we talked about! I really liked you! He wanted to barf. B... B-but, I mean.. you see me, right? I'm not built like a sub or anything.. I was just afraid you'd reject me! A compelling enough story. Certainly, Jacob wouldn't have been the first to buy it. However, considering the dark-haired youth's track record, and the fact he had such well covered tracks.. It could all be a lie. In fact it was though Noah was very good about hiding this fact. I don't want anything! Just let me go, man! No sooner had he loosed those words than had a palm the size of his skull collided with his cheek. Noah hissed, reeling back against the couch with a fresh red mark upon his pale features. This mother fucker.. W.. W-wait! He watched as his wool tank top was taken between two great hands, the other's knuckles turning white as he gripped hard and pulled. His top came apart in threaded rags, tatters strewn across his firm chest. He was every bit as defined as Jacob, just on smaller scale. A little more bulk and he might've defended himself but now.. well, he didn't stand a chance in hell. Come on, you can't really mean to.. Look at me, man! I'm not anything like my picture! Just let me go and we'll call it a day. I'll never contact you again! His voice rose an octave as the bull-man began to remove his shirt. Noah's eyes went wide as his pants dropped, revealing two flesh-colored tree trunks for leg. His eyes trailed the creature's bulging copper skin, focusing on the twin appendages set between his thighs. Th... The fuck are you? What the fuck?! He gaped in terror just to hear the weight of the largest member against Jacob's hand. No way this was real. It couldnt possibly be real. Of all the people to overpower him, it had to be someone with two giant cocks?! He'd almost made a joke, then though Noah wasn't laughing. He fell silent, twisting and contorting beneath the bull man's weight. He was strong enough to withstand his hips upon his chest, but guessed that anyone smaller might've very well be crushed. But any difficulty he experienced in breathing was secondary to as the larger of Bulldozer's shafts rested between the smooth valley of his pectorals, now oiled by sweat from their earlier fight. The other -- the smaller, but not really , hovered near his mouth. At first, Noah kept his lips tightly pursed, glaring up into the face of the man who had so suddenly dominated him. You think I'd really suck this nasty looking dick? Get a fucking real doll! Obviously, 'Bulldozer' wasn't going to let go, so there was no real reason for him to keep up the charade. Especially not with the strong, spicy smell of another man's body in his nose. You bring that any closer and I'll bite. it. off!