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  I glared at him. My cock was tired and resting a bit, but my balls were already rebelling and tightening. My nipples were in on the game of working against me, too. It came to me that what I should do was fuck him again and drain him. Chase smiled wryly as if he could hear that thought.

  “I dunno,” I finally said.

  “Huh,” Chase grunted. Then he stirred, moving toward me. “Well then, while you’re thinking on it, why don’t I take care of that?” And his warm mouth fell onto my cock, my traitorous raging, hard cock. Pleasure rocked me, warmth spreading throughout my body as I swayed into him, giving in to him, surrendering, letting my guard just float away.

  Chase bit me. I snarled, looking down, while he smiled, staring up. There were pink traces of blood mixing with the saliva on his mouth. He slowly, deliberately licked his mouth, his eyes gleaming with black mischief.

  “Oops.”

  My cock was still hard. A light coating of blood and a wee bit of pain didn’t deter it at all. It did call the monster, though. He waited within for my response.

  “Do you want me to continue?” Chase innocently asked. “Or should I stop?”

  My cock jerked in response. “Yeah,” I growled out. “Go for it.”

  Chase laughed with open delight. His mouth found my cock, and my hands found their way down to stroke his head, his jaw, his throat, as he in turn drank me full and true.

  All in all, it was a partnership even monsters could agree to.

  Bullheaded

  Logan Zachary

  Austin Clark was dressed as a clown, a rodeo clown. He looked at the clock on the scoreboard as his favorite bull rider saddled up.

  0.0 seconds

  Austin watched as Jake McKenzie curled his fingers around the bull rope with his riding hand and pounded them into a fist with his left hand while he sat on top of a huge bull. Jake nodded, letting everyone know he was ready.

  The horn blew, the metal gate swung open and the bull shot out. The numbers on the digital timer started whirling, but appeared to be in slow motion. Ads for Jack Daniels, Wrangler jeans, smokeless tobacco, Pro Bass Sports and Bud Light whizzed by.

  0.9 seconds

  Jake’s gloved hand hung on to the bull rope that was wrapped around the raging, twirling bull, the man holding on to it for dear life. His Levi-clad ass bounced off the back of the bucking black body as his cowboy boots dug in for purchase. Austin watched the cowboy’s body work not to lean too far forward and thereby smack his head on the bull’s impossibly thick neck.

  The bull swung around and around, kicking up its hind legs, tossing its raging head back and forth, side to side, trying to throw the rider.

  2.5 seconds

  Jake clung on for all he was worth. His even white teeth gnashed against his mouth guard as he was flung forward and around. He shifted his back and leaned the other way.

  His cowboy hat flew off. Sawdust and dirt rose up as the raging beast continued to try toss him off.

  4.8 seconds

  Jake’s ass slammed down hard on the bull. The rider’s black leather vest was covered with badges of awards and sponsors, the vivid colors flashing in front of his eyes.

  6.7 seconds

  The crowd roared, the bull snorted and Austin waved his arms in the air. The world swirled around and jerked to a halt, only to swing in the other direction. Jake’s cowboy boot slipped off the rib he used to maintain traction and his jean’s seam rode deeper into his butt crease. Sweat streamed down his body. Austin licked his lips at the sight of it, of him.

  8.0 appeared on the clock, a horn sounded and Jake’s wrist snapped louder than a gunshot.

  Austin heard the SNAP!

  Jake let go of the rope and jumped free of the bull. He threw a leg over the mighty beast and high-stepped out of its way as he carried his wounded wrist in the palm of his other hand. Austin noticed Jake’s wounded hand now dangled at

  an awkward angle from the end of his forearm. Jake looked down at it with a blank stare. Austin knew he felt no pain, not completely understanding what had just happened. He watched as Jake spit out his mouth guard.

  Austin rushed over to Jake as another clown waved his hands and distracted the raging animal, luring the bull away.

  “Ninety point five!” the announcer shouted to the cheering crowd. It was the rider’s score.

  Austin noticed Jake’s face had gone a ghastly pale and his eyes were glazed over. He wrapped an arm around the other man’s broad shoulders and guided him to the escape gate. “Medic!” he hollered over the crowd’s cheers as he ushered Jake to the first-aid station.

  The doctor was nowhere in sight.

  Despite his wearing clown makeup, Austin knew what to do. He grabbed Jake’s hand and pulled it back into place before he picked up a splint and wrapped it around the injured wrist. Carefully, he Velcroed the straps into place to hold the dislocated hand in line with the forearm. He grabbed an ice pack and wrapped it around the splint and then Ace-wrapped it into place. “Does it hurt?”

  Jake shook his head.

  “Your prostaglandins haven’t kicked in yet, but when they do, your wrist will really start to swell and throb.” Austin removed his clown gloves as he searched the medicine chest and pulled out the Advil. He dumped four tablets into Jake’s good hand, grabbed a bottle of water and twisted off the cap.

  Jake swallowed the pills and sipped the water without question.

  “Are you light-headed? Maybe you should lie back in the hay, get your legs and arm up, and your head down.”

  As Jake settled back and did as he was told, he asked with a shit-eating grin, “Are you propositioning me?”

  “And he’s back.” Austin smiled underneath the white makeup. “I thought I’d lost you there for a moment.”

  “What’s your name?” Jake asked.

  “Austin Clark, at your service.” He saluted and backed up as he saw the doctor approaching. “He’s the one who’ll be able to help you.”

  “No, please stay,” Jake said.

  The doctor stepped in front of Austin and looked down his nose at him. He then stared at Jake’s wrist and nodded at it. “Who did that?”

  “I did,” Austin replied. “I figured he needed ice, compression and immobilization to protect his dislocated wrist.”

  The doctor carefully picked up Jake’s arm and inspected the work. He raised one finger in front of his eyes and asked, “You got any double vision, son?”

  “Nope.”

  “Blurred vision?” He moved his index finger back and forth.

  Jake scanned as the doctor moved his hand. “I didn’t hit my head. I just heard a snap in my wrist when the ride ended.”

  “Was it a loud snap?”

  “Like a gunshot,” Austin added.

  The doctor shook his head and frowned at Austin.

  “I’m a hand therapist and I rodeo clown on the side,” Austin spoke up, “and—”

  “I’m the doctor,” the man interrupted before turning back to Jake.

  “And I have one more ride tonight,” Jake reminded the both of them.

  “Not tonight you don’t. You need an X-ray of your wrist, and you—”

  “Cowboy up, Doc,” Jake said. “I have a splint on it, and there’s no pain.”

  Austin grabbed Jake’s arm. “He has a great splint on.”

  The doctor rolled his eyes as Austin quickly released the arm. “Unwrap him,” he said. “Let’s have a look-see.”

  Austin undid the ice and Ace wrap. He slipped the splint over Jake’s thumb and pulled the brace off to expose his wrist.

  The doctor shook his head and said, “You can try, but I wouldn’t if I were you.”

  Austin again helped Jake don the splint before he wrapped the ice and bandage around and around. “We’ll rewrap your wrist with the ice until the last ride.”

  Jake moved his wrist and found it secure and reported it was relatively pain free. “I’ll try anything at this point.”

  Austin held his breath as he watched
the next ride. It went off without a hitch. Jake’s wrist held, he lasted eight seconds and jumped free of the bull, and landed safely on his feet. But just after the ride, the bull spun and swung his powerful hind end into the rider. The impact sent Jake sailing, propelling him into the metal gate. Austin watched as Jake flew straight through the air into the bars. He landed hard on the ground and stopped moving.

  Austin’s worried face looked down at Jake when the cowboy finally opened his eyes. The doctor clucked his tongue. Austin had been knocked against the gate once before and knew Jake’s vision had to have been all messed up. The expression on Jake’s face also let Austin know that the rider was in pain. Austin asked, “Do you feel like you’ve been struck by a truck?”

  Jake nodded slowly.

  “You scored a ninety-six point five, but the bull knocked you out.” Austin forced a worried smile.

  “Why does my head hurt?” Jake asked as the ice pack slipped down his face, blocking his view.

  “Your head hit the gate and you have a goose egg on your forehead.” The doctor held up his finger. “Are you seeing double?”

  The way Jake’s eyes moved, Austin knew the doctor’s fingers blurred and doubled as he tried to focus. “You’re going to make him throw up,” Austin warned the doctor.

  “Whoa, the world is spinning and shaking.” Jake closed his eyes to stop the pain.

  “See,” Austin said.

  The doctor frowned and shook his head. “Someone will have to stay with him tonight.”

  “I can stay with him,” Austin replied, angry with the doctor’s apparent lack of concern.

  “I don’t need a fucking babysitter,” Jake said as he struggled to sit upright. His arms moved out to the side to catch himself before he toppled over.

  Austin caught him.

  “The world’s spinning,” Jake said.

  The doctor leaned down and stared into Jake’s whirling eyes. “If you don’t agree to have someone stay with you, I’ll have to call nine-one-one and have them bring you to the hospital to stay overnight. Your choice.” He then held up his cell phone and threatened to dial the number.

  Jake looked at Austin and exhaled deeply. “Are you sure it’s not a problem?” He closed his eyes and pressed his hand against his forehead.

  “I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t mean it.” Austin stood and started to gather up Jake’s belongings.

  “Your place or mine?” Jake asked as he stood on unsteady legs.

  “Where are you staying?” Austin asked, setting Jake’s cowboy hat on a nearby table.

  Jake bit his lower lip in thought. “I wish I knew. Where’s my wallet? I should have a hotel card key inside.”

  The doctor shook his head, but before he could say any more, a new arrival with blood pouring down his face forced him to rush over.

  “Is it in your back pocket?” Austin motioned for Jake to turn around. He held his breath as he watched the tightest ass in jeans spin right in front of his eyes. No bump of a wallet, but a huge basket in front.

  Austin smiled. “I guess it’s my place then.”

  Austin pulled into his driveway and ran around his Blazer to help Jake out before grabbing the roll bag and Jake’s cowboy hat.

  Jake leaned against Austin as they staggered up the sidewalk to his home.

  The front door was opened. “Come on in.” Austin inhaled deeply, savoring Jake’s uniquely male sweat, the tanned leather, the sawdust, the aroma of wild animal. He could feel his arousal start to grow. “Can I get you a glass of water or did you need to clean up a little first?”

  Jake ran his finger through the dark waves of his hair. “I should wash up. I’m feeling a bit ripe.”

  They walked to the bedroom. Jake headed for the bed instead of the bathroom. “I need to sit for a minute,” he said, then added. “And I could go for two aspirins and a glass of water, then I’d love to lie down.” He settled back on the bed and propped up his head on the pillow. The washing up would have to wait.

  “Let me get you the water and aspirin. I’ll be right back.” Austin hurried to the kitchen and found a glass and the pills. When he returned, Jake’s beautiful sleeping body glowed in the moonlight as a gentle snore rose from his body.

  Austin set the glass and aspirin on the bedside table and opened his closet for a blanket. He looked down at the amazing cowboy in his bed, his deep tan, the handsome face with a few new bruises forming, and at the long, muscular legs, and the swollen crotch dead center to it all.

  Austin covered Jake with the blanket and continued staring at the sleeping man. The cool, clean linens looked inviting, espe-cially with that great body lying on them. Austin lay down next to the cowboy, just for a second he told himself, and as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out.

  Sunshine fell on Austin as, hours later, he woke up.

  Jake moaned and stretched next to him. “I smell like a barn. Help me to the shower.”

  Austin helped Jake sit up on the edge of the bed and slowly led him to the bathroom.

  As Jake used the toilet, Austin pulled out a towel and a wash-cloth. He set them on the sink.

  Jake swayed and almost fell.

  Austin rushed and caught him before sitting the cowboy on the stool by the tub. “Can you get your boots off?”

  Jake unbuttoned his shirt as he tried to balance on the toilet. Austin could see his body wasn’t cooperating well. His tan, hairy chest came into view as he balled up his denim shirt and tossed it to the floor. Lean, tight muscles crisscrossed his torso as he bent forward. The white crests of his ass peeked over the jean’s waistband, hairy and funneling down inside, but his boots were out of reach.

  Austin knelt and pulled on one.

  Jake waved him up. “Straddle my foot and pull forward.” Austin turned his back to the cowboy and straddled his

  muscular leg. He grasped the boot firmly between his legs and hands and pulled. He bent forward and rounded his ass in front of the injured man.

  Jake, in turn, reached forward and pushed on the tight butt suddenly in front of him as he tried to help get his foot out of the tooled leather.

  Austin pulled hard and the boot slipped off.

  Jake stuck his other foot up and the process was repeated. Austin picked up the cowboy boots and headed to the door. “Don’t you want my jeans, too?” Jake slapped his leg, and

  dust rose. His wounded wrist made him fumble with his fly. Austin watched as Jake struggled to open his tight jeans. He

  stepped back into the bathroom and reached for Jake’s zipper, heat rising from the bulge underneath his hand. His fingers trembled as they brushed the well-worn denim.

  Jake’s basket seemed to swell under his touch, outlining a thick mushroom head.

  Austin opened the huge belt buckle and pulled the leather strap loose before working his fingers into the waistband and unbuttoning them. Once the pressure was released, the zipper opened from the swelling within. Austin guided the tab down the teeth. The thin white briefs below did little to cover what lay underneath.

  Austin then worked the jeans down muscle-dense and hairy legs, which pulled the briefs down a bit with them. A thick bush appeared over the waistband. The jeans were rolled over each foot.

  Jake stepped out of them and turned his broad back to Austin as he lowered his briefs. His ass was white against his bronzed back. His butt was hairy and muscled, with two dimples in the perfect spots. He tossed the underwear to Austin and then his good hand tried and failed to cover his raging hard-on.

  Austin took the dirty clothes and tossed them into the washing machine before returning to the bathroom.

  Jake was pressed against the shower’s wall, trying to wash himself. He almost fell, but Austin rushed forward and caught him, soaking his own shirt and pants in the process. His hand combed through the thick mat of hair that covered Jake’s torso. It then dipped down, his little finger entering the bush below as his feet kicked against the outside of the stall.

  Jake’s cock rose farther. Austin
couldn’t believe his eyes at the size of it, at the length, the thickness.

  “I’m having a little trouble,” Jake slurred.

  Austin straightened bolt upright. Why was his speech slurred? Was he having a brain bleed?

  A mouthful of water poured over Jake’s full lips as he smiled at him. “Thanks for all your help.” He moved slightly in the shower and slipped.

  Austin’s hand caught his hairy ass, his fingers slipping deep into the crease. One fingertip brushed his crinkled hole. Austin swore as Jake pushed back on his finger, the digit seeking entry. He wiggled it back and forth, causing Jake to moan with pleasure. Austin, unsure of what exactly was happening, grabbed the bottle of lemon body wash and started scrubbing. He lathered Jake’s low hanging heavy balls and rolled the foamy orbs between his fingers as he washed. His free hand found the astonishingly thick shaft and slowly soaped it up.

  Jake started to unbutton Austin’s shirt. “You’re soaked. You should jump in here and help me.” His one good hand pulled the wet shirt open and off the other man’s shoulders.

  Austin kicked off his cowboy boots and, as he turned his back, Jake cupped his ass.

  “Your jeans are wet, too.” He slapped the damp denim and splashed water over them.

  Jake’s good hand found the belt and quickly unhooked it. Austin was amazed at how skilled Jake was at stripping

  another guy, but he couldn’t get his own ass naked fast enough. His steely prick brushed against the bull rider’s hand and he jumped nervously into the stall, tripping this way and that. Maybe it was all an issue of angles, he figured.

  Jake tried to grab for him and almost slipped, while Austin stripped off his remaining clothes and jumped back into the hot spray.

  The cowboy spun at the same moment and their naked bodies collided, slipping and sliding against each other.

  Austin’s arousal shot to full length as it rubbed along Jake’s raging hard-on. He tried to regain his balance as his hand slipped down, brushing against the bull-sized balls. They were full and firm, dangling low in the hairy sac.