sweet virgin boy used a womb for a king’s prized bull. poor thing forced to the court by soldiers, guards stripping him naked and holding him down on the altar. he’s crying and making too much noise so they gag him, guards surrounding him as they hold his head down, arms down, the other two spreading his legs apart, using their other hand to pull apart his pussy, spreading the soft hot lips wide. the king comes down to inspect, the boy a ruddy red as he cries quietly, the guards impassive and loyal as they hold the boy still with his entrance wide open. a single, approving nod, and they bring the king’s bull into the room, a heavy looking beast adorned with gold and breathing hotly, cock fat and heavy between its legs. they hold the boy still as the bull mounts him, stretching his soft untouched walls beyond belief as he arched and wails. the fucking is messy, the bull’s fat heavy balls slapping the boy with every thrust, his small body jerking in the guard’s grasps as he was bred by the royal cow. he doesn’t come, the stretch too wide, just a warm wet hole for the cow to breed. it’s a sight when the bull finishes, cock fattening and swelling at the base as it thrusts messily until it bursts out come, the boy’s belly swelling instantly. his eyes roll and he shudders as his small body is overwhelmed, tummy protruding out from his small frame. the bull snorts and dismounts, led away by itself collar. they place a cloth over the boy’s head and fucked out expression, tying him to the altar by chains. he will be kept here for the next few weeks while the royal calf grows inside his womb, unable to move as he swells continuously. the king will then gather with the townspeople to watch the birth, which will be done naturally and will likely take hours, if the size of the calf is anything to go by. the boy will then be put in a cell with the previous womb boys, now used to store milk for the palace and its inhabitants.
