This choice: "What if I told you I knew what you wanted...and I could give it to you?" • Go Back...Chapter #4Deal or No Deal by: oldshep   Originally by: oldshep on Muscle Growth: Go Nuts Guys
"What if I told you I knew what you wanted... and I could give it to you?" the goat says as he sits down in the creaky chair provided by the window. He just sits there, his hands folded in his lap as if expecting something. He smirks as he watches you cringe a little at the comment. Immediately, you get the willies with this guy. Your hackles are raised, your adrenaline is pumping; it's your fight or flight response. And in your current state, all 80lbs of you versus that tall, athletically trim goat...? No way could you win a fight.
Flight it is. You turn around and make your way to the door. Before you exit you yell back, "I'm sorry. I don't want any trouble, sir." You bust out the door, only to find yourself crashing into a brick wall. Only, it's not a brick wall. You look up, way up, to see the confused look of the man you practically splatted yourself against. He's humongous, and all of his size is muscle. Easily 7 and some spare tall and thick as a brick house. You eye one of his arms, that thing had to be thicker than your shoulder span. You gulp and back up a bit to take a good look at him.
The donkey's wearing a leather jacket, the jet black coat, and white t-shirt contrast his grey fur on the opposite extremes, painting him rather monochromatically, but that only serves to highlight the fur on his goatee and mane dyed a fiery red, and the multitude of brassy piercings on his ears, brow and his nose-ring; if you didn't know better, you'd sat he was just some punk on the street... who's head just happened to be attached to a body that put any super-heavyweight bodybuilder to shame. But what strikes you the most is how young he looks, he couldn't possibly be that far out of high school!
"Ah, I see you've met, Buck," a chillingly smooth voice rings out from behind you. "Dear, will you show our little kitty back in?"
You hear a loud snort, and you swear you see steam coming out of the beast's nostrils as you feel yourself being hoisted over the grey monster's shoulder. You kick and scream, pleading for your life as 'Buck' squeezes his way through the door sideways, and even then, you can see he almost fills it completely; meaning, there's not exactly much room for you at the same time. Once inside, the donkey throws you onto the bed.
"Please. Please, I beg you. I won't tell anyone," you sob.
"Oh?" the goat says amused. "I'm not here to hurt you, cat. On the contrary, think of me as... your benefactor."
You begin to spit words out, not out of anger, but of panic. "Benefactor? So you- so you act like the Godfather, or whatever shit you're trying to pull and then you send your goon on me? Yeah, that sounds like a real fuckin' bene-"
A large hand wraps around your muzzle, forcing it shut. You try to squirm, but the grey hand doesn't relent. "You don't fucking talk to Charlie like that," the monstrosity the hand's attached to says. For the first time, you hear Buck's deep yet somehow boyish voice and the goat's name. The brute is sneering at you, furrowing his strong, masculine brow. You're terrified.
"Now now, we don't want to frighten him. After all, he might even be working with us soon enough," the goat says calmly.
You pry the hand off your mouth, the goat's bitch (or so you presume) putting up little resistance. "Work? With you? I don't even-"
"Let me put it this way, cat," the goat says darkly, his voice commanding your attention, which you raptly give. "You're a prostitute. I'm a pimp."
"Oh... oh great, yeah, well that explains it," you spit sarcastically, sitting up on the bed.
"Hmmph, someone's got quite the mouth," 'Charlie' chuckles. He adjusts himself in his seat before casually waving his hand at the brute by the bed. "Why don't we see if you can put your money where your mouth is? Buck."
He didn't have to tell the donkey twice. In an instant the bully's black jeans are down revealing... Your eyes go wide, you were expecting something else completely. The last big guy you sucked off, his balls were so shrivelled up from steroid abuse, the mountain of meat could barely shoot a pearl of seed... The set this behemoth wielded, some women would pay dearly to knockers the size of this guy's balls. And that didn't even describe his cock, that thing looks like it could choke someone... namely you.
"Eighteen," the donkey grunts as he climbs onto the bed. Instinctively, you crawl away.
"W-wha?" you stammer.
"That's how big little Bucky is, eighteen inches," he coos. The big grey mass of muscle looms over you, a huge smirk on his face, the red hair on his chin brushes against you as he suckles the nape of your neck. "And that's how old I am, if that's what you're wondering."
You push at him furiously. You glare wildly at the goat sitting there, expecting the fuck to be masturbating or something to all this. "Jesus! Buck, or whatever your real name is, kid, you're too young to be doing this. Oh my God. Charlie, right? Fuck, he's just a kid. Get him off!"
"Oh, trust me," the goat replies, his composure just a cool as the moment he sat down, there's not a sign that he's even remotely aroused by the scene in front of him. "He's all man, I assure you."
"What the fuck is all this?" you hiss as you feel Buck lower himself on top of you, those big strong arms beginning to wander along your frail body.
Charlie just snorts and waves his hand in air, as if he didn't have a care in the world. "An invitation. Look, Pumpkin, you're not exactly... built for this industry. Buck here... he's made for sex. Isn't that right?"
"Yes, sir," the donkey grunts as he works your shirt off.
The goat chuckles to himself, something amusing him. "Now what were you charging? Twenty for a suck, hundred for the night?" he says almost mockingly. "Buck? Tell kitty what your rates are."
The donkey gets up and flexes his chest for you as he peels off his own shirt, revealing one hell of a ripped body. And you thought he was just big. "Five hundred for a lay. Fetishes extra. Thousand to be a boyfriend for the day. Two grand for the night. And that's my price for the ladies," he coos.
"I know what you're thinking, that's exorbitant. But you wouldn't believe how long the waiting list is for just a piece of this stud," Charlie crones. "You should feel honoured, Buck cleared his schedule just to meet you."
"I don't... understand," you gulp. "Are you-"
"-Asking you to be one of mine? To add you to my collection?" Charlie says. "Was that your question? Then yes."
"No," you huff. You try to push Buck off of you, but the giant won't budge.
"Buck, dear, would you kindly gag our friend here? His voice is beginning to get on my nerves."
You struggle as you feel your mouth being pried open, a thick wave of masculine stench rolling into your nostrils. Buck is trying to force his way into your mouth and you bare your fangs at him, letting him know if he so much as tries, you'll bite.
He just chuckles and flexes his arm, the corded muscle bulging to new heights. You can't believe someone could get that big, let alone a teenager. You get the message regardless. You try to resist, this guy'll kill you.
And so you find Buck's sausage being force fed down your throat as inch after painful inch is inserted. You yelp in protest every time Buck pushes in and out as he face-fucks you, the tears rolling down your face. Over the din of the donkey's grunts and snorts, and over the wet slapping of Buck's heavy nuts as they crash into you, Charlie walks over to stare down at you and speaks.
"Now that you're willing to... cooperate, let me tell you... I do know what you want. And I can give it to you," the goat says tenderly, rubbing your hand in his fingers. "Look at you, so delicate." He brushes against the frame of your ribcage, shuddering at how malnourished you look. "I'll make you better. Stronger. And all I want in return is your service. You'll make more money than you can dream of. My clients would kill for a guy a like you."
As you listen to Charlie's terms and benefits, as the goat tries to persuade you, Buck is beginning to lose control over himself. And of course, you know why. You always had quite the mouth on you. Usually with words, but it extended to pussy and dick occasionally. Gina use to love it when you ate her out, especially when you would rub her growing belly... but that all seems so distant now.
You spared Buck no expense, you worked his shaft like no other, even if it was just to get him to pull out faster. Whatever, you did, it worked. The huge ass pulls out and holds his shaft as it begins to throb wildly. His blaring roar interrupts Charlie's little speech for you, the goat pausing to look at Buck going wild as he paints the room white with copious amounts of donkey-spunk.
You spit out whatever Buck had spilled into you and wheeze as you try to catch your breath. "No fucking way. No deal," you spit as you heave. "I'm not gonna be someone's bitch."
Charlie just looks at you with a smirk, the gaze only broken when Buck crashes onto the bed, the huge guy satisfied beyond belief.
"Funny, isn't that what you're paid to do, Pumpkin?" he says tilting his head to the side.
You try to be dramatic, bolting upright and looking indignant as you gather your clothes that the snoozing brute so eagerly ripped off your body. You're about to leave when the goat says something that piques your interest and makes you reconsider.
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