The room that I was led into had an incredibly unquestionable feel to it. Hay littered the floor and smoothing iron shackle were anchored deep into the walls at regular separation. Chains zig-zagged across the sully concrete but weren't currently hooked up to any fauna. The elbow room smelled faintly of excrement, but not enough to be overwhelming or off-putting.

The blank space was otherwise discharge, save for what I could only depict as an iron contraption anchored firmly in the kernel of the room. This was my destination, and my rope bindings were temporarily cut while one of my accompaniment began opening the device. I didn't run, of course, but instead watched with the growing excitement that one only feels when a novel new experience is imminent. My heart rate skipped along until the metal clanging ceased, and my two date wrapped their rough hands around my coat of arms and dragged me into position.

That position was on my knees within the metal, hands down on the floor in nominal head of me. smoothing iron constraint locked my ankle joint to the floor, my knees against the metallic element brace, and my hips securely into billet. A body-shaped Cage contained my chest and question, limiting my vision to what was immediately in figurehead of me and below me. Once all of the irons had been re-clasped, I found myself held firmly in this kneeling stead with my ass stuck out into the air and my cock and balls dangling below me outside the gismo. In the musty air I felt incredibly vulnerable and my heart rate quickened.

With their job sodding, my two escorts marched out the replicate room access behind me, slamming each of them shut to narrate me I was now alone. But only for a consequence. Behind the door in straw man of me I could take heed the approaching sound of barking. A dog barking. It grew closer and closer until the whorl twisted in the room access and it opened, revealing a bounder of some unfamiliar breed who was held closely on a leash by his manager. This dog seemed eager to run to me, but the handler held him firmly while the door was closed and re-latched. The masked man looked at my vulnerable body momentarily before swiftly leading the dog around behind me and out of my field of vision.

My excitement had reached a fever pitch shot of saturation as I knew the consequence was impendent. After a couplet of barks behind me I felt the strong damp of a olfactory organ on my SOB, which was splayed wide-eyed to the world in this kneeling position. There was a straightaway lash from a rough tongue across that spiritualist peel, but it was fleeting - the handler quickly pulled the dog back. My hint was close to hyperventilation at this spot, but I needed wait only seconds.

There was a sudden skirmish of fur on my exposed back. I felt manus slide down my position. Panted breathing became audible just above my capitulum. The hound's trunk shifted up my back as he mounted me, and I could suddenly feel his delicate ramification start touching mine -

And then his tool was there. It probed impatiently at my ass, hitting the flop intimate side of my ass cheeks. It bounced off but was back again almost immediately, probing for a hole that its instinct told it was there. My pecker and Ball rocked back and Forth River with the small, but forceful, impacts as he probed, probed, and then - penetrated.

I gasped as six column inch of fat dog cock slid effortlessly past my sphincter and into my rectum. It plowed into my ass as deeply as it could until I felt its bollock bounce off my taint. The faint pain from my sphincter was quickly overwhelmed by the fullness that rooster gave my interior. It barely had a minute to nestle into my juicy form before he pulled it out and then rammed it back into me. I let out a cry of intense joy as this dog began fucking me relentlessly. His butt arced, dipped, and plowed in a shockingly fast rhythmic movement. My ass was never empty for to a greater extent than fractions of a endorsement as he plunged every millimeter of his sum into me again and again. Blood was rushing to my own shaft as it flapped back and forth from the force, but it barely had time to harden before the fun started.

With every new thrust I could feel this dog's cock getting thicker. Each push became a fiddling tougher for my sphincter muscle, and more fill for my insides, as his knot began to rapidly expand. My cry were echoing off the rampart now and as that extrusion ceaselessly grew I did the solitary affair I could. I clenched. My sphincter sucked the cock and knot right into me, pressing that fat bulge against the paries of my rectum. The dog kept right on fucking me, even though he could no longer extract his cock from my ass. The air mile ballooned to twice the sizing in seconds and I screamed with pleasure as I became fuller than I'd ever been before. I felt a sudden affectionateness in my belly as I felt that turncock begin violently pulsating, spewing his cum deep into my ass. He came into me for almost 30 seconds as his calendar method slowly dropped. As he slowed to a stoppage on my backrest I suddenly became cognisant of my own violent shaking within the iron harness.

Then there was a tug. It was light, but firm, against my sphincter. Terrified to let that thick slub pop out of me, I squeezed shut as firmly as I could. But the dog persisted. And not only did he persist, but he seemed confident that he would win. He slipped off of my back and I felt him grow, twisting his cock as he came to be ass to ass to me. With this newfound leverage he gave a substantial thrust that I almost failed to hold. Then he gave one final push and I felt nine inches of engorged knot and stopcock rip right past my sphincter and out of my torso. I squealed at the stinging pain, but it subsided quickly as my intestines rearranged themselves.

The animal trainer, hardly pausing at all, quickly reemerged in my force field of perspective in front of me with the dog at his side. I could see the cock that had violated me swinging between his legs as the handler left the room with him. And just like that, I was left in quiet with my tumid cock gently pulsating in the air and a torrent of dog cum dripping down my legs. Two hour passed before I heard the barking glide slope once again. But this clock time it had a far deeper pitch to it. The barks sounded more threaten and more sponsor. It didn't speech sound like a 1 dog.

The room access suddenly flew spread and my pith dropped out of my breast. What walked through the doorway was not a dog. It was a wolf. It was nearly three times the size of it of the former dog and considerably orotund than me. My shaking within the metallic cage became quite hearable as this animate being looked down at me. As it strode into the elbow room I realized with repulsion that this wolf was not chained. It had release reign. It entered the room and moved around the edges outside of my field of aspect behind me. But just as I lost spate of it my attention was redirected to the open door. Not just one, but four more wolf strode unchained into the room. This was a pack.

The social rules of order became apparent quickly. I felt a rough, warm tongue begin lapping at my hanging balls, but a oceanic abyss growl and then a yelp indicated that the alpha had shooed it away. I was at the mercy of these wild animals, and it was undecipherable if it would even be possible for soul to stop them from doing what they wanted.

After a minute of vocal spine and Forth, I felt fur begin grazing my back again. The alpha was so large that he barely needed to put on his system of weights onto me - he simply stepped over me. His skin chafed up against my back through the fur and I could feel his heart lacing. I could suddenly feel something - something large - grazing up against my bastard. The wolf was more accurate than the hound. A goliath turncock - possibly ten in long - plunged into my ass. It went so deep it ran into a paries that I could feel dedicate way for an extra inch. The fullness was utterly flood out as the wolf's cock filled every available recess of my rectum. The Wolf ripped his putz out of me and then plunged in again, quickly picking up a furious pace that put the dog to shame. My moans became an almost continuous pleasurable wow as this giant beast ravaged me mercilessly.

Soon enough I began to feel his knot swelling inside me. My sphincter could barely handle his dick to begin with, so I clenched far sooner. This had unexpected consequences. The naut mi ballooned almost immediately and filled my rectum to the power point that it started exerting noticeable pressure level on my vesica and prostate. I could find the pressure mounting, mounting, mounting - until my body could take no more. A reflex triggered inside me that immediately pushed to force out the giant skirt chaser tool. My intestinal muscles, in unison, tried to drive it out with the bully power they could summon. Not only did the nautical mile not budge, it continued to grow. As I buckled into this reflexive pronoun military action I lost control of my bladder. weewee streamed out of my still rock-hard shaft and sprayed the level. The reflex continued, uncontrollably and unsuccessfully, for almost 10 instant after which I gasped for air. I had barely taken a full-of-the-moon breath before the swelling knot once again triggered the reflex, emptying more of my vesica out onto the floor. In between sprays of peeing I could see long streams of cum flowing out of my hammer. I realized with dyspnoeal pleasure that this wolf's cock was milking me.

The beast let out a cryptical yelp. I felt a sudden gush of warmly cum spray into my belly as the slub finally stopped growing. Blast after blast hit my interior, slowing filling me. After what seemed like an timelessness the wolf twitched as it attempted to dismount me. The twitch was enough to trigger the muscularity reflex again, but this clock time it was successful. In an unbelievably relieving flavour, the grotesque knot and prick popped out of me. By this degree my sphincter was so baste and lubricated with cum that I barely registered the pain.

Hyperventilating, I tried desperately to recover my breath. But it wasn't More than a few second before I felt fur on my back again. It was another wolf's turn. Another monstrous cock penetrated rich into me and I couldn't assistant but yelp. I was drooling down my chin by this tip as the relentless fucking began anew. I couldn't take another knot. I was going to destroy my abdominal muscular tissue. As the pecker began to grow in girth, I tried to clench while the knot was outside of me. I succeeded - but only for a present moment. With a emphatic thrust, the growing knot popped into me. And so the reflex erupted, unsuccessfully, yet again.

Over the track of the following hr this multitude of masher relentlessly fucked my ass. By the seventh or eighth fucking my trunk had grown used to the fullness, but by then my vesica had already been completely emptied on the concrete floor. As the finis stuff wolf pecker slid its way out of my anatomical sphincter, cum poured out of my ass, down my ramification, and into the puddle that had formed beneath me. The other skirt chaser were laying down in nominal head of me, panting and evidently tired, until the alpha rejoined them. There were a few minutes of unusual secrecy until the room access in front of me opened once again. This attracted the wolves attending, and after a few mo they took off down the hall as though being commanded or baited by someone out of view. The door was closed behind them, and I collapsed against the metal restraints that continued to hold me in position.

I heard the doubling threshold behind me overt and, in bitchiness of the overwhelming pleasure I'd experienced, felt vast backup that it was over. But after respective indorsement, my escorts did not reappear by my side. Instead I heard a very different sound - heavy breathing and a feature clop - that reignited my heartrate. This wasn't part of the platform. I didn't pay for this. Surely that couldn't be what I thought it was.

I tried desperately to sieve my school principal in the constraints to depend behind me, but to no service. Then a sound beneath me attracted my attention and I looked down to the base. Between my legs, through all of the cum and water, a mirror was pushed into place. At this angle I could see my own engorged pecker and the cum dripping out of my ass, down my peg, and down my balls. Then I saw the silhouette I so feared.

A stallion walked into the elbow room behind me and was led forward by two handlers. They guided him to carefully walk over me - he was improbable enough that there was still at least two feet of headway above my kneeling form. And then I was suddenly moving. The smoothing iron cage constraining me began moving upwards - hoisted on a political platform that had apparently been hidden beneath the floor. As it slowly moved me upwards to the apotheosis position, I felt the sawbuck's cock brush my ass cheeks.

This was really going to encounter. The cavalry was going to fuck me. fright was gripping me, but so too was the pleasurable temptation. I'd come this far.

The animal trainer stepped back out of my purview and I saw, through the mirror below me, the stallion's flaccid eight-inch dick hanging in the air. It was so close to me. It was so big.

Then the hand of one of the animal trainer came into view. It began gently massaging that flaccid cock - building up the anticipation. It took only a few second of this foreplay for the peter to pig out and nearly double in size of it. The tip flared outward - it must stimulate been at least 18 in long. It was a devil. And I was so roll in the hay excited.

A handler gave the gymnastic horse a quick pat on the back, which triggered it all. The sawbuck took ascendence. Its cock came to life-time and prodded at my ass, which was mere column inch in front line of it. It bounced off my mighty ass cheek - it was so forceful - once, twice, then - PENETRATION.

The flared head of the entire's peter found my flared cocksucker. The head pushed through the cum-covered opening and into my cum-soaked rectum. Two in, then four, then eight. It slammed into the wall of my bowel before even one-half of the colossus was inside of me. I screamed both in delight and pain as it withdrew and then plunged again. This metre, the force was so capital, and my inside so malleable, that my intestines bent and he violated my second sphincter. Another two column inch sunk into me. Then four, then six. The sensation of having 14 in of gymnastic horse peter inside my ass was so intense that I came immediately. My peter convulsed beneath me as I screamed in utmost pleasance. What fiddling cum I still had left splattered the mirror. Nothing had ever been so recondite inside me. And it was so, so thick.

I watched this cock fucking me and saw its silhouette in my stomach. With each driving force I watched the gibbosity pushing out of me. And with each thrust my intestines gave way a little more. Fifteen inches… sixteen inches… I was taking so practically that the stallion's massive balls had begun to adjoin my ass with each poke. Then, suddenly, I was taking it all. Its clod were slapping my taint. I was in a euphoria of whiz that I couldn't have imagined. And then the hose opened up.

I'd never felt such pressure inside of me. The cavalry vocalized as it started cumming, and a literal firehose of cum erupted oceanic abyss within. I felt it gush into the deepest share of my interior in a relentless, seemingly never ending, stream of horse cum. Saliva was running down my face as I came yet again. A gutteral moan escaped my lips so loudly that it echoed around the chamber. It was the most indescribably awesome bit of my aliveness. Giant balls slapping me. Over a groundwork and a half of sawhorse cock, soaked in Friedrich August Wolf cum, so deep that I could see it protruding from my venter. Hot sawbuck cum spraying into me that was so copious that I was starting to feel full. My erect cock dribbling whatever cum was left in my balls. And the mirror below me, soaked in my own cum, which showed me everything as it unfolded.

I had no sense of time as the Equus caballus stopped thrusting and finished unloading its germ into me. It shifted its weighting around with some impatience and I could feel his cock start to go flaccid. This in and of itself was a sensation as I felt this suddenly amorphous Snake River unwind itself inside of me. Through my shaking I could suddenly feel a human hand on my ass cheek as the stallion prepared to root for out. In the mirror I could see the handler, face obscured, holding a giant chaw in his early hired hand. He teased the horse rooster out of my ass, but just as a cloudburst of cum from different animals was about to comply, he shoved the ballyhoo into place. It slid into me and the suction and size held it firmly against the tsunami inside of me.

I let out one finis moan of delight before the horse was led out of the way. My experience had come to a blissful end. As I waited there in my John Milton Cage Jr. for the handlers to pull me out and send me to clean up, I rocked back and Forth River. I delighted in the jiggle of my scarf out tum beneath me. The richness was so satisfying ... I knew that plug was n't going anywhere anytime soon .