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It’s rut season, and Scout is old enough to be paired with a bull this time. He isn’t very happy or cooperative when he hears who he’s paired with, so measures are taken.
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(Cw: light dubcon)
Scout had been excited about finally being old enough to help in the rut season. Seeing how much Engie and Medic seemed to enjoy spending time with their paired bull, he had thought he could have that too. It was truly boring, being stuck behind for days while everyone else was off like this.
All the adults were busy, and everyone left was half his own age and below.
His hopes of getting a nice pair had been shattered rather fast, though, learning who he was meant to be with. Their ranch’s Australian bull, Sniper.
The guy was annoying, always teasing and bothering him. That was when he wasn’t holed up in his own little shack, away from everyone else. The worst was, he never bothered anyone else really! It was always Scout.
But he had also heard of how he could be when rut season came in and this had Scout shuddering. He was known to be rough and not care about who he was being paired up with, doing what’s needed to just get through the season. Surely someone as fresh as Scout couldn’t be his pair!?
He had tried to fight it, which, to his surprise, even Medic tried stepping in. But there was no changing the Administrator’s mind, Scout would be his pair.
So Scout was pretty much forced into the role, breaking his hopes for a nice first season. Even worse, it broke his hope to find a permanent pair early on. There was just no way he would be compatible with Sniper.
Him doing this didn’t mean he went down without a fight. He actually felt rather satisfied having landed a pretty nice punch square in the middle of one of the handler's face. That was, until he was essentially locked onto a pillory.
Head and hands locked away by a padded board held at a height that forced him to bend over. He felt too exposed, legs forced apart by a spreadbar locked at his feet. He could barely even try to move from this position, a padded bar at his hip level keeping him from lowering himself.
“Don’t worry, we gave you medication that should help you relax,” one of the handlers stated as they were gathering their things to leave. “So just do that, let him do his thing, and you’ll be able to go back,” another one added. “He doesn’t tend to go at it for that long, so you should be freed quickly”.
Absolutely nothing to reassure him.
Then he was left alone in the dimly lit room, which felt even worse than being handled that way by them. Scout truly couldn’t settle down, still weakly fighting against his restraint despite knowing there was no point to it.
Then he heard the sound of hoofs coming closer, making him stop and listen. It wasn’t too long before the door opened, a silhouette being cast on the wall in front of him before the door closed again. He frowned when he heard whistling, tail swinging angrily behind him.
“They weren’t lying when they said you made for quite the sight,” Sniper said. Scout couldn’t see it, but he just knew he had to be looking him up and down. Being fully naked like this only made him feel even worse.
He jumped when he felt hands touch him, trying to shy away. But the damn bar under him kept him from doing so. He would have kicked him if he could. “Fuck off,” Scout said, even if it did little to stop him from groping his ass.
“Don’t be like that, mate,” Sniper chuckled lowly, “I promise I’ll be gentle with you for your first time”. Scout wasn’t sure if this should reassure him or not, what was more gentle by his standard. If it was anything like playing nice on the battlefield, he was screwed.
“I see they already did some prepping,” Sniper stated, fingers dipping between his cheeks and rubbing at the slick entrance. Two fingers slipped in easily, although they felt much thicker than whatever had been used earlier in him. Scout wasn’t even sure they had done that properly.
“Just be nice for me and relax, Roo,” Sniper said, adding another finger. “Wouldn’t want to hurt our precious runner,” he added.
Scout couldn’t relax really, feeling like this was weirdly… slow and gentle. None of this matched what he had heard about Sniper before. Why was he bothering to do more than the initial prepping? Why was he seemingly trying to soothingly rub his lower back?
When he focused without either of them speaking, he could hear Sniper’s heavy breathing. This seemed odd, compared to how calm he was acting. Unless he was holding back…
“Just get on with it,” Scout mumbled, feeling his bravado from earlier falter.
It didn’t make Sniper stop, though, adding a fourth finger instead. Scout had to say, he was a little surprised by how nice it felt, wondering if it had to do with whatever they had given him earlier. Not that he would complain, if it could make this less shitty, it would be nice.
It felt a lot more pleasant than he had thought actually, especially when Sniper seemed to angle his fingers just the right way. Even Scout's curious experiment had never felt like this before.
“Should be good enough,” the older bull hummed, fingers pulling out only to leave Scout clenching around nothing.
The young man couldn’t help but jump a little when he felt something slide between his cheeks. He really wanted to look back because there was no way this could be his cock. It felt so big against him, it couldn’t possibly fit in!
Sniper likely didn’t feel too worried about that because soon he was pressing against his entrance, the thick head slipping in. Scout cursed under his breath as he felt him push deeper and deeper, closing his eyes. It wasn’t painful, thank god, but it wasn’t the most pleasant either.
“Relax for me mate,” Sniper grunted, large hands grabbing his hips to keep him from moving too much. “You’re so tight,” he commented with a breathy laugh, “feels like I’ll get stuck in and never be able to leave you”. Scout shook his head at the idea, he would rather not.
It felt like an eternity before Sniper seemed to bottom out, reaching deep inside of him. Scout felt so full like this, stretching tightly around him.
“I knew you’d be perfect, I did good asking,” Sniper said, rolling his hips a little to test the water. “You’re taking me so good, not everyone can do that”. Scout bit his lips at the slow movements, frowning as he registered the words.
Sniper was the one who had asked for him?
This left him a little puzzled, why would Sniper pick him out of everyone else? It wasn’t like every partner he had before wanted nothing with him, and surely someone more experienced would be better for him. Hell, it was clear he had to hold back on him right now.
“Why did you ask fo—“ Scout tried to ask, before being interrupted when Sniper finally pulled back before slamming back in a little less softly this time. He groaned at the feel, clenching around him even more tightly.
“‘Cause I like you,” Sniper simply replied, setting a slow pace at first. “You’re a pretty cute one and you’re fun to be around,” he continued, “Didn’t want anyone else to be your first pair”.
Scout had difficulty processing this new information as Sniper slowly started picking up the pace. It was as though his control was slipping away, trust growing more powerful and fast. The grip around his hips was bruising, keeping him locked in place.
He could feel pleasure build up in his guts, Sniper brushing and hitting his sweet spot. It was only made even worse by whatever they had given him, Scout was pretty sure he had never felt this good before.
And well, knowing he had been desired enough to be requested like this also did something to him. He would never have thought anyone would actually ask to be paired up with him. And Sniper turned out not to be that bad either.
He groaned a little when he found himself being pressed against the bar at his waist, Sniper’s weight over him pushing him down. He bit his lip when he felt fingers come and play with his nipples, a little surprised at how sensitive they were, more than usual.
“You are so sensitive, pretty cute,” Sniper chuckled against his ear. “Don’t hold back for me Roo. You’re pretty loud usually, I want to hear you,” he said, kissing his neck.
He hadn’t really been restraining his voice, but he did allow himself to be louder than before. He was also calling out to Sniper, unable to do much better really in his position. “Please I want to cum,” he moaned, his neglected cock arching for being touched too.
This seemed to amuse the older man, one of his hands leaving his sensitive chest to go and give him a couple strokes. “What a greedy one you are,” he chuckled, amused.
He eventually stopped teasing his now swollen nipples, grabbing at his hips again as he picked up the pace. He was growing dangerously close to the edge, needing to fill up his cute Scout now.
With a few other strong trust he finally came, although he kept pounding into Scout as he wanted the other to cum too. “Fuck,” Scout moaned as he came, body shaking and clenching hard around Sniper.
The older bull commented about how tight he had gotten, feeling like he was just sucking him back in so he wouldn’t leave. He eventually stopped, only grinding slowly as the last of his orgasm rolled through him. When he finally pulled out he hummed, watching cum spill out.
At this point Scout had just slumped fully against the contraption holding him, panting heavily as he came down from his high. This had been a lot better than he had expected.
He then felt the board holding him down lift, finally allowing him to push away from it. His ankles were also freed soon after, a large hand wrapping around him to pull him against Sniper’s chest. He was then kissed, melting against the older man as he took his breath away.
Then he was suddenly lifted up, making him yelp. “Don’t think we are done,” Sniper smiled, licking his lips as he smirked down at him. “I have more in store for you,” he hummed, carrying him to a corner of the room that had a bed.
Scout couldn’t help thinking maybe this first season wasn’t so bad after all, even if he knew he would come out of it sore and spent.
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