Year of the Bull Chapter 5: Fearless Exposure

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Awesome art by: Wyebird

While the bull god's extravagant hunger for femboys seemed to be never satiated, there were frequent lulls in his encounters. Even though he had garnered a wide range of fresh contacts that were most often ready and willing to take him up on some impromptu sex, it was never a guarantee. Luckily, there was one individual that he could always count on to pick up the slack of fun.

In the few months the two had come to know each other, Oliver practically fell back into his normal, liberal lifestyle like Alode wasn't even there. This most often culminated in the tiger just trotting around the apartment wearing nothing if not close to nothing. Assuming a pair of socks or a loose button up shirt could be considered outfits.

Alode never minded the extra eye-candy, he doubted anyone ever would give his roommate's overly attractive disposition. Combined with the near daily sex that they had and it wasn't really any mystery as to why he felt so comfortable around the bull god. But still, seeing the naked femboy walk out into the kitchen like he did now with a towel hanging off his shoulder and his fur freshly washed never ceased to send Alode's heart into a gallop.

Oliver opened the fridge door and bent low to grab a drink from down on the bottom shelf. By the time he stood back up and turned around, the bull god was suddenly there in the way.

“Hey there, handsome,” the tiger said cheerfully, as if already knowing what devious thoughts were circulating through the other's mind. It wasn't much of a mystery by that point. Still, it didn't hurt to ask. “What are you up to?”

“Other than being bored out of my mind? Guess I'm stalking a cute tiger that thinks he can walk around in just his stripes without paying the appropriate roommate tax,” Alode teased.

“Roommate tax, eh?” Oliver giggled and popped the tab on his drink and took a quick sip. “I don't remember that being in the lease agreement. I hope you're not trying to extort a poor, vulnerable guy like me.”

“It's something new. Happens every time you walk out into the kitchen, and it gets steeper with every piece of clothing that you don't have on,” Alode replied, his gaze staying firmly locked to the other's.

“Well, you can clearly see I don't have my wallet,” Oliver said and gestured down at himself. Alode's eyes traced the femboy's figure up and down as he did. “How would you prefer me to pay?”

“The tax is five kisses,” the bull god chuckled.

“Oh, is that all?” Oliver laughed cheerfully before he puckered his lips, closed his eyes, and leaned up expectantly.

“Not on the lips,” Alode said.

“Okay, where then?” the femboy asked. He barely had to ask because his eyes were already drifting down as a new motion caught his attention. Alode's hands quickly undid his pants and pushed them down enough to draw his soft cock out. Another slight push and his heavy sack was revealed as well.

“One on each ball and the rest on my dick,” the bull god demanded.

Oliver snickered as he eyed the tantalizing member and balls. “Something tells me the tax is going to be more than just a few kisses.”

“Depends on how good the kisses are,” Alode replied.

“I sure hope you didn't intend to get me all dirty as soon as I got out of the shower,” the tiger replied as he set his drink on the nearby counter and slowly sank to his knees. He placed his paws on the bull god's thighs to steady himself when he finally came eye to eye with the soft, impressive length.

“Well, I certainly didn't plan any of this. Inspiration strikes as soon as I see that cute naked ass of yours.” Alode pushed his hips out and his cock gave a slight twitch of encouragement.

“I'm so sure,” Oliver giggled and finally leaned in. He started with the balls first, delving just under his roommate's manhood and pressing his lips on the left side of the sack. He drew a slight vacuum and stroked a few quick circles with his tongue the small amount of surface. When he leaned back, he pulled the package with him and when he let go, he exclaimed with a satisfied “Mwah!”

The brief touches had an immediate and powerful effect on the bull god's body. Though he didn't really make any noise while the femboy did the same to the right side, his dick twitched again and even began to swell.

Oliver's second kiss lingered for twice the amount of time as the first, like he was making out with the sensitive orb. One paw even left its place to cradle the sack and hold it aloft while he stroked his lips and tongue against its surface until he was satisfied. Upon finally pulling back he was greeted with the sight of the bull god's cock sticking out from his lap, not fully erect but half way there at least.

“Doesn't take much for you, does it?” the tiger teased as his fingers continued to massage the dense sack while he leaned farther up to continue paying his toll.

“Not when you're around,” Alode remarked.

The third kiss planted at the very base of the cock where the balls met the shaft. The incredibly sensitive spot was treated the same as the others, though this time it was much less of a kiss and more of a few deep licks. The soft, slippery appendage stroked the flesh and made it glisten, perhaps doing the most to encourage blood to flow into the growing length.

Instead of pulling back to reset for the fourth kiss, Oliver just dragged his tongue up the underside until he got to the bull god's median ring. He didn't even need to lift the member by this point, it was standing on its own and was as hard as a rock.

The tiger opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the sides of the median ring so that his tongue could grind against as much surface as possible. He went back and forth across the exterior a few times, getting it as wet as he cared to before continuing up.

The final kiss came to the very top of Alode's cock, which now dribbled a bit of excited precum. The femboy wrapped his lips around the crown and accepted the first couple of centimeters into his mouth. This time the bull god did moan, though it was soft and under his breath.

Quick swirls around the flat tip caught the excess precum and allowed Oliver to swallow it. He murmured a moan of his own as he began to gently bob his head, not going so far to take too much of the length into his mouth before he lifted up. He only spared a few seconds of this suckling treatment before he eventually pulled off and looked up at his roommate.

Alode shivered and grunted as the pleasure left him. He looked down to meet the other's gaze and gave a slight huff. “Why did you stop?”

“You said five kisses. That was all of them,” Oliver said back and hopped up to his feet. “If you want more, you're gunna have to pay a tax of your own.”

“Is that so?” Alode chuckled. “Well, I'm all ears.”

“It's an ass kissing tax.” Oliver dashed around the bull god's side and made for the hallway at a casual trot, giggling to himself all the way. Alode followed and was met with the tiger's towel catching him in the face and causing him to pause. By the time he pulled it away his roommate had already disappeared into his room.

The bull god's cock throbbed with anticipation as he resumed his pursuit, discarding the damp towel over the back of the couch as he passed by. The door was open just a crack and when he pushed his way in, he was met with a tantalizing sight that had his heart thundering and his mouth salivating.

Oliver was propped up on his bed with his chest down on the covers and his backside high in the air. His legs splayed apart and his tail hiked high, giving the larger male an unrestricted sight of his freshly cleaned tailhole. It winked at him upon entry and the bull god's cock gave a replying, eager flex.

“Better get to work, I don't have all day,” Oliver sighed with a smile.

Alode climbed onto the bed from behind and settled both hands on the other's ass. He didn't need to spread them any farther, but he did anyway with a thumb placed on either side of the cute pucker to give it a little stretch. It opened slightly, showing just how eager the femboy was to have any number of things stuffed inside of it.

The bull god pushed his nose against the wrinkled ring and took a deep breath. His femme scent mixed well with the lingering vanilla shampoo that he used, and for a second Alode thought not to ruin such a work of art by adding his own.

A light moan caught in the tiger's throat as the first lick crossed his tailhole. It was slow and strong, soon followed by faster and more aggressive laps. Each stroke traced from taint to the base of the tiger's tail and trailed tingling electricity.

Pleasured murmurs spilled from Oliver as the treatment continued. He was subjected to enthusiastic licks that soon transitioned to his asshole being traced around. Then Alode pressed his mouth around the wanting pucker, which was as close to a kiss that he had done so far, and began trying to force his slippery organ inside.

Oliver relaxed himself and accepted the tongue, groaning nice and loud as it delved deep. Each stroke sent a shiver racing up the tiger's spine and had him grabbing at the covers of his bed. He didn't know how his roommate was able to push his tongue so deep given how tight of a hole it was, but he didn't care to question it too much. Just so long as it never stopped, he didn't care what happened to his ass.

Getting tongue fucked was slowly growing to be one of Oliver's more favorite foreplay options. None of the actors he did scenes with could compare to the bull god's technique and the way that every push in stimulated his prostate to the point of getting him hard in no time at all. Even now, his cock stuck out from his sheath and flicked drops of precum between his legs as it would flex in a needy display of wanting to be touched.

As Oliver's moans grew to a fevered pitch, the bull god became hungry for more. After a few minutes had passed of the fervent licking, he decided now to be the time to make use of all this preparation.

To the femboy's disappointment, the tongue withdrew from his hole but was quickly replaced with something much larger and harder. Alode's cock tapped him on the ass, making a satisfying smack that caused the cheek to jiggle slightly. He uttered a deep grunt and pressed his tip to the lubricated hole and pushed in, gradually sinking his shaft to the balls with one motion.

Oliver cried out and arched his back as the impressive size filled him. His stomach bulged right away and his whole body felt like it was buzzing with static. He was never going to get used to such an intense feeling and he was all the happier for it. It was like he was losing his virginity over and over again each time they would have sex and the pleasure that came with it was almost enough to make him cry tears of joy.

Alode began pumping his hips in a hurried fashion right away. He leaned over the other's form and transitioned one hand to their thigh while the other stroked up their back. The tiger's tight ring squeezed him with every motion, his insides milking the throbbing cock each time it would draw back.

Ecstatic moans filled the room and were occasionally joined by deep grunts of exertion. The creak of the bed beat out a steady tempo alongside the slap of the bull god's balls hitting the inside of Oliver's thighs. The femboy's small cock strained beneath him as every motion had the tip of the massive dick grinding against his prostate and causing his mind to go blank.

Oliver's eyes rolled up in their sockets and his tongue lolled from the front of his mouth. He could barely control his body as it would frequently twitch and shiver as he was pulled onto the other's lap and met with a similarly powerful buck. He had no agency in situations like this, a toy to be used by the far stronger male.

The release of the femboy's muscles caused his legs to fall out from underneath him and he splayed against the bed on his side. Alode hooked one of Oliver's legs around his hip and planted the hand that was on his back to the bed. He couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of the other's defenseless form.

The tiger's natural state seemed to be of a submissive ragdoll to be used like a cock sleeve. Not that Alode would ever complain, but he could only assume that such behavior was learned through his career. There probably wasn't much he could do when getting taken advantage of by two or three other men, if his porn stories could be believed. The bull god was doubtful that they were lies.

“Fuck yes,” Oliver whimpered from his slack jaw, his cheek set against the bed.

“You're such a good little slut, aren't you?” Alode rumbled as he leaned even farther down. His moans played against the tiger's sensitive ears, hot breath caressing the inner fur.

“Y-yes, I'm your cock hungry slut,” Oliver cried back and writhed. His churning spurred the bull god to rock his hips even faster and harder. His shaft swelled within the constricting bowels and stretched the tiger to his limits. The lube was almost not enough, but luckily the bull god's own precum slathered the femboy's insides well enough to keep the powerful motion as pleasant as ever.

“You gunna be a good little slut and beg for my cum?” he hissed under his breath.

“F-fuck! Please cum in me, Ahhh!” Oliver cried and arched his back. A surge of divine energy had all the fur on the femboy's torso suddenly standing on end.

Alode's throaty chuckle was lost amid the feminine scream. He leaned back as he continued to pour more of his strength into the rapid motion. His hips struck with such force that the tiger's entire body jostled erratically. Even if he did have the strength to coherently add himself the rocking it would have been entirely lost.

The aggressive hammering persisted for several minutes. Alode grit his teeth and drank the pleasure that the tiger exuded. His small cock swung around with every hit, precum now dribbling like a faucet and spattering his belly and the bed.

Every motion had the bull god going from base to tip within the tiger's ass and no matter how long he went or how hard he would thrust, the tightness never relented. He truly had to hand it to the femboy, despite being a living cum dump for nearly anyone that wanted a piece of him, he never lost his elasticity. A very notable and rare thing for a god to discover in a mortal that was to be their dedicated partner for their stay on Earth. It made Alode wonder if it might be worth it to share his divinity with the tiger and propose such a contract with him.

It would have to be a subject that he'd need to think about later. For now, the building waves of pleasure through his body had come to a peak and he was ready to let the tiger have the climax that he had been begging for with nearly every breath.

The barriers that held Oliver back evaporated and he was met with an intense surge that further overwhelmed his mind. He yowled and dug his fingers into the bedding as his cock flexed one last time before it began sputtering thick strings of jizz across his bed. Each resounding slam from the bull god had a fresh burst of cum erupting free.

Alode was met with the same ecstasy and roared triumphantly as he buried everything he had into the other's body while he pulled the tiger onto his lap. He had to remind himself not to get carried away or else he might truly harm his lover, but he had done this enough to know where Oliver's limits were.

A massive gush of cum painted the femboy's insides like a firehose. His already straining and bulging belly swelled just a bit more as the deluge emptied into him. Those heavy balls, capable of drowning an unsuspecting femboy in jizz, emptied their entire reserve in the span of a few seconds. Oliver could feel each gush that spilled into him, warm waves that spread through his insides. By the time the last few drops of Alode's salvo finished, the femboy was a whimpering mess.

The bull god rocked his hips a few more times to truly make sure he had nothing more to give before pulling out. He leaned back and admired the sloppy mess that made up the tiger's gaped tailhole, the insides sticky with cream and painted white, which seemed to be his mark. Cum began spilling out soon after. If Oliver knew how much of a mess he was making, he didn't seem to care.

“Good boy,” Alode chuckled and smacked his roommate on the ass. Oliver could only whimper in response.

The bull god folded his legs beneath him and sat back to wait for the femboy to recover enough to hold a half decent conversation. It took a couple minutes for his mind to calm down enough and his body to stop shivering and experiencing aftershocks that kept his nerves tingling and sensitive. But he eventually calmed down enough to begin moving of his own volition.

“God damn, that never gets old,” Oliver chuckled and rolled onto his back and stiffened as he felt his ass get covered in the pool of cum that had escaped him. “Fuck.”

Alode chuckled and shook his head. “Whoops, maybe you will need to take another shower after all.”

“If I do, you're gunna be the one to scrub my back,” the femboy retorted and scooted away from the damp spot while twisting around to inspect himself. Luckily the mess wasn't as bad as it felt, but it was still enough that he would have to do laundry. Again. “I'm gunna have to start charging you for how many times I have to run to the laundromat.”

“It can't be that many,” Alode retorted with a smile but it faded when the tiger gave him an unamused look. “Can it?”

“Enough that it's starting to cut into my fun money,” Oliver retorted and rolled off to the side and swung his legs over the edge. “I'm not gunna sleep in your cum, as fun as it is to make.”

“Oh, sorry,” the bull god cleared his throat and rubbed at the back of his head. “How about I do your laundry from now on then?”

The tiger's ears perked at the suggestion and he made a display of considering it. “All right, deal.” He then meandered over to his closet and began picking out a set of clothes for the day.

As the bull god watched him snag a pair of underwear and then a matching pants and shirt combo, he continued to mull the idea over of revealing what he truly was. “Hey, Oliver?” he asked.

“Yeah?” the tiger replied as he pulled a T-shirt over his head.

“If you were ever given the chance to never age or die, think you'd take it?”

The tiger shrugged after a second of contemplation. “I don't know. If I got to stay the same forever? It might be all right but I think life would get really old. Plus, what if I fell in love with someone and I had to watch them get old and die? That would suck.”

“All right then, what if your lover could also life forever and never grow old?” Alode pressed.

“Well, I guess that'd be a little bit better, but I still think life would get old.” He turned to give the bull god an amused yet mocking look. “Quite the strange hypothetical you have there.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Alode sighed and stood up. He meandered closer to the tiger and finally met his gaze with an uneasy look. “All right, one last hypothetical.”

“Shoot.”

“What would you do if I told you I was a god?”

“I guess I'd ask you to prove it,” the tiger said and sank his paws into the pockets of his pants.

“Hm, interesting,” Alode nodded his head thoughtfully. He wondered how other deities were able to do this sort of thing. For most of his entire existence he didn't much care to bring mortals into his personal realm, forever content to live his vacation and then leave it including any relationships and loose ends that might be created in his wake.

“Why? Do you have some water into wine trick that you've got for me?” Oliver asked with a growing, playful smile on his face.

“Something like that,” Alode said and then dropped the glamour that concealed his vision. The brightness of his divine gaze illuminated the tiger's face and made him blink in both awe and because it was a little too bright.

“Wha...” the tiger stammered and furrowed his brow. “How are you doing that?”

“This is my normal state,” Alode explained.

“That's quite the trick, I've never seen glowing contacts before,” the tiger said and tried leaning in to have a closer look into his roommate's gaze but the closer he got the more his own eyes hurt.

“It's not a trick and it's not contacts. I don't really know how to go about explaining what I am, other than to say that I am what I have just did: I'm a god.” Alode carefully watched the tiger's face for any shift of emotion so that he might better curate his next words or act, but to his surprise it was a blank slate.

“This is starting to get old, Alode,” Oliver said after a pause. “Where's the punchline?”

“There's no punchline, I'm being entirely truthful.”

Now it seemed as though the tiger was getting annoyed. “All right then, prove it. Do something that only a god could do.”

“All right. What is something that only a god could do?” Alode offered back.

“I don't know. Aren't you supposed to be all powerful? Do something all powerful then.” Oliver shifted his arms to be crossed over his chest.

“You'll have to be a bit more specific.”

The tiger rolled his eyes and then quickly glanced around his room. He settled on his nearby door and pointed at it. “Pull my door off its hinges.”

Alode followed the other's gaze. “You really want me to damage the apartment?”

“As a start. Plus, if you're really all powerful then you should be able to conjure money out of thin air, right? Or do the repair without even touching it or something?”

Alode mulled the thought over in his head and then shrugged. He was entirely right, in a sense.

The bull god went over to the door as casually as he would if he were intending to leave the room. Except instead of simply grasping the nob and turning it, he tore it from the door with a cacophonous peel of shattering wood and twisting metal. He did it with such ease that anyone else that was watching it happen might have thought the door was a movie prop.

But the bull god wasn't done with his demonstration. Even though Oliver watched with eyes the size of melons and a jaw that now hung open in shock, Alode held his brass prize to his roommate and squeezed it in his outstretched hand.

The metal whined as it was compressed and crumpled like a piece of paper. The intense force that molded it caused bits of it to squish out from between Alode's fingers like he was squeezing puddy. When he opened his hand, he revealed the knob to have molded to the shape of the inside of his fist.

Oliver didn't say anything, stunned as he was to have seen such an amazing feat as that. A whole range of emotions played through his visage as he looked from the crushed nob, to his door, and then to Alode's still glowing gaze. He searched for answers to a thousand questions that fought for supremacy at the front of his thoughts.

“I know I probably have a lot to explain,” Alode began slowly with an even tone. “But first let me tell you, I can't conjure money out of thin air, but I can fix your door.”

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