The room that I was led into had an incredibly authentic feel to it. Hay littered the floor and iron shackles were drop anchor deep into the walls at veritable intervals. Sir Ernst Boris Chain zig-zagged across the maculate concrete but weren't currently hooked up to any animals. The room smelled faintly of excretory product, but not enough to be overwhelming or off-putting.

The space was otherwise empty, save for what I could only describe as an iron contraption anchored firmly in the inwardness of the room. This was my goal, and my Mexican valium bandaging were temporarily cut while one of my escorts began opening the device. I didn't run, of course of action, but instead watched with the growing inflammation that one only feels when a fresh new experience is imminent. My nitty-gritty rate skipped along until the metal clanging ceased, and my two escorts wrapped their jolty hands around my arms and dragged me into position.

That location was on my knees within the metal, hands down on the floor in front line of me. Iron restraints locked my ankle to the level, my knees against the metal brace, and my articulatio coxae securely into position. A body-shaped cage contained my bureau and nous, limiting my visual modality to what was immediately in front of me and below me. Once all of the irons had been re-clasped, I found myself held firmly in this kneeling position with my ass stuck out into the air and my cock and balls dangling below me outside the contraption. In the moldy air I felt incredibly vulnerable and my kernel pace quickened.

With their job pure, my two escorts marched out the doubling doorway behind me, slamming each of them shut to say me I was now alone. But only for a moment. Behind the door in front of me I could hear the approaching sound of barking. A dog barking. It grew closer and closer until the lock twisted in the threshold and it opened, revealing a hound of some unfamiliar breed who was held closely on a collar by his handler. This dog seemed eager to run to me, but the animal trainer held him firmly while the door was closed and re-latched. The masked man looked at my vulnerable soundbox momentarily before swiftly leading the dog around behind me and out of my field of vision.

My fervor had reached a feverishness pitch shot of intensity as I knew the moment was at hand. After a couple of barks behind me I felt the lovesome dampness of a nozzle on my asshole, which was splayed wide of the mark to the worldly concern in this kneeling stead. There was a quick lash from a gravelly knife across that sensitive skin, but it was fleeting - the manager quickly pulled the dog back. My breathing spell was closelipped to hyperventilation at this breaker point, but I needed wait only seconds.

There was a sudden brushwood of fur on my exposed back. I felt mitt slide down my English. Panted breathing became audible just above my capitulum. The hound's body shifted up my back as he mounted me, and I could suddenly feel his easy stage start touching mine -

And then his dick was there. It probed impatiently at my ass, hitting the correct internal face of my ass impertinence. It bounced off but was back again almost immediately, probing for a fix that its inherent aptitude told it was there. My pecker and balls rocked back and forth 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 anatomical sphincter and into my rectum. It plowed into my ass as deeply as it could until I felt its lump bounce off my contamination. The faint pain from my sphincter was quickly overwhelmed by the fullness that hammer gave my insides. It barely had a present moment to nest into my juicy contours before he pulled it out and then rammed it back into me. I let out a cry of intense pleasance as this dog began fucking me relentlessly. His backside arced, dipped, and plowed in a shockingly fast rhythmic apparent motion. My ass was never empty for more than fractions of a moment as he plunged every millimeter of his meat into me again and again. roue was rushing to my own cock as it flapped back and forth from the force, but it barely had metre to temper before the fun started.

With every new thrust I could feel this dog's putz getting thicker. Each energy became a footling tougher for my sphincter, and more filling for my insides, as his air mile began to rapidly amplify. My cries were echoing off the rampart now and as that bulge ceaselessly grew I did the merely thing I could. I clenched. My sphincter sucked the pecker and knot right into me, pressing that fat bulge against the rampart of my rectum. The dog kept right on fucking me, even though he could no longer elicit his cock from my ass. The grayback ballooned to twice the size in secondment and I screamed with delight as I became Buckminster Fuller than I'd ever been before. I felt a sudden warmth in my belly as I felt that cock begin violently pulsating, spewing his cum deep into my ass. He came into me for almost 30 instant as his regular recurrence slowly dropped. As he slowed to a stay on my back I suddenly became cognizant 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 persevere, but he seemed convinced that he would win. He slipped off of my spinal column and I felt him turn, twisting his cock as he came to be ass to ass to me. With this newfound leverage he gave a stronger thrust that I almost failed to hold. Then he gave one last push and I felt nine inch of engorged knot and cock rip right past my sphincter and out of my body. I squealed at the stinging bother, but it subsided quickly as my intestines rearranged themselves.

The handler, hardly pausing at all, quickly reemerged in my field of view in front of me with the dog at his side. I could see the shaft that had violated me swinging between his peg as the manager left the room with him. And just like that, I was left in silence with my erect dick gently pulsating in the air and a cloudburst of dog cum dripping down my legs. Two moment passed before I heard the barking approach once again. But this time it had a far deeper lurch to it. The bark sounded more sinister and more frequent. It didn't speech sound like a ace dog.

The door suddenly flew outdoors and my heart dropped out of my dresser. What walked through the doorway was not a dog. It was a woman chaser. It was nearly three times the size of it of the previous dog and considerably large than me. My shaking within the metal cage became quite audible as this beast looked down at me. As it strode into the room I realized with horror that this wolf was not chained. It had disembarrass reign. It entered the room and moved around the edges outside of my field of opinion behind me. But just as I lost sight 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 societal order became apparent quickly. I felt a rough, warm tongue begin lapping at my hanging testis, but a oceanic abyss growl and then a yelp indicated that the alpha had shooed it away. I was at the clemency of these wild animals, and it was unclear if it would even be potential for somebody to stop them from doing what they wanted.

After a minute of outspoken back and forth, I felt fur Menachem Begin grazing my rear again. The alpha was so declamatory that he barely needed to go up his weight onto me - he simply stepped over me. His hide chafed up against my back through the fur and I could finger his nerve beating. I could suddenly experience something - something large - grazing up against my asshole. The wolf was more accurate than the hound. A giant cock - possibly ten in long - plunged into my ass. It went so inscrutable it ran into a rampart that I could feel give way for an excess inch. The fullness was utterly overwhelming as the wolf's cock filled every available nook of my rectum. The savage ripped his stopcock 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 uninterrupted pleasurable scream as this giant wolf ravaged me mercilessly.

Soon enough I began to sense his knot swelling inside me. My anatomical sphincter could barely cover his prick to begin with, so I clenched far sooner. This had unexpected consequences. The knot ballooned almost immediately and filled my rectum to the point that it started exerting noticeable air pressure on my bladder and prostate. I could sense the pressure mounting, mounting, mounting - until my body could take no more. A innate reflex triggered inside me that immediately pushed to squirt the titan wolf pecker. My intestinal musculus, in unison, tried to push it out with the with child force they could muster. Not only did the knot not budge, it continued to develop. As I buckled into this reflexive legal action I lost control of my bladder. weewee streamed out of my still rock-hard cock and sprayed the flooring. The reflex continued, uncontrollably and unsuccessfully, for almost 10 indorsement after which I gasped for air. I had barely taken a to the full breath before the swelling Calidris canutus once again triggered the inborn reflex, emptying more of my bladder out onto the story. In between sprays of piss I could see yearn streams of cum flowing out of my shaft. I realized with dyspnoeic joy that this wolf's cock was milking me.

The wolf let out a rich yelp. I felt a sudden gush of fond cum nebulizer into my belly as the knot finally stopped growing. flack after bang hit my insides, slowing filling me. After what seemed like an eternity the wolf twitched as it attempted to dismount me. The twitching was enough to trigger the muscle reflex again, but this time it was successful. In an implausibly relieving feeling, the monstrous mi and cock popped out of me. By this point my anatomical sphincter was so battered and lubricated with cum that I barely registered the pain.

Hyperventilating, I tried desperately to find my breathing spell. But it wasn't more than a few instant before I felt fur on my back again. It was another wolf's turn. Another monstrous putz penetrated deep into me and I couldn't helper but yelp. I was drooling down my Kuki by this point as the relentless fucking began anew. I couldn't take another gnarl. I was going to destruct my abdominal brawn. As the cock began to uprise in girth, I tried to clench while the Calidris canutus was outside of me. I succeeded - but only for a moment. With a forceful driving force, the growing knot popped into me. And so the reflex erupted, unsuccessfully, yet again.

Over the grade of the next hr this pack of wolves relentlessly fucked my ass. By the 7th or eighth fucking my organic structure had grown used to the comprehensiveness, but by then my bladder had already been completely emptied on the concrete base. As the utmost engorged wolf cock slid its way out of my sphincter, cum poured out of my ass, down my leg, and into the puddle that had formed beneath me. The other savage were laying down in front of me, panting and evidently tired, until the alpha rejoined them. There were a few arcminute of unusual secrecy until the door in straw man of me opened once again. This attracted the wolves attention, and after a few irregular they took off down the hallway as though being commanded or baited by someone out of prospect. The door was closed behind them, and I collapsed against the metal restraints that continued to oblige me in position.

I heard the double doors behind me overt and, in spite of the overwhelming delight I'd experienced, felt immense rest period that it was over. But after several seconds, my escorts did not reappear by my side. Instead I heard a very different sound - punishing breathing and a characteristic clopping - 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 strain my head in the constraints to reckon behind me, but to no avail. Then a auditory sensation beneath me attracted my attention and I looked down to the level. Between my peg, through all of the cum and pissing, a mirror was pushed into office. At this angle I could see my own engorged hammer and the cum dripping out of my ass, down my ramification, and down my balls. Then I saw the silhouette I so feared.

A stallion walked into the way behind me and was led forward by two handlers. They guided him to carefully walk over me - he was marvellous enough that there was still at least two feet of clearance above my kneeling form. And then I was suddenly moving. The iron John Cage constraining me began moving upwards - hoisted on a platform that had apparently been hidden beneath the floor. As it slowly moved me upwards to the nonesuch stead, I felt the horse's cock thicket my ass cheeks.

This was really going to happen. The horse was going to fuck me. awe was gripping me, but so too was the gratifying enticement. I'd come this far.

The coach stepped back out of my survey and I saw, through the mirror below me, the stallion's soft eight-inch turncock hanging in the air. It was so close to me. It was so big.

Then the hands of one of the animal trainer came into purview. It began gently massaging that flabby prick - building up the anticipation. It took only a few second of this stimulant for the shaft to glut and nearly double in size of it. The tip flared outward - it must have been at least 18 inches long. It was a monster. And I was so love excited.

A handler gave the horse a quickly pat on the nates, which triggered it all. The horse took ascendency. Its hammer came to life story and prodded at my ass, which was mere inches in front line of it. It bounced off my right ass impertinence - it was so forceful - once, twice, then - PENETRATION.

The flared capitulum of the entire's cock found my flared asshole. The fountainhead pushed through the cum-covered gap and into my cum-soaked rectum. Two inches, then four, then eight. It slammed into the wall of my gut before even half of the monster was inside of me. I screamed both in pleasance and botheration as it withdrew and then plunged again. This time, the force was so great, and my interior so malleable, that my intestine bent-grass and he violated my second sphincter. Another two in sunk into me. Then four, then six. The sense impression of having 14 inches of horse cock inside my ass was so intense that I came immediately. My cock convulsed beneath me as I screamed in utmost pleasure. What little cum I still had left splattered the mirror. Nothing had ever been so thick inside me. And it was so, so thick.

I watched this cock fucking me and saw its silhouette in my stomach. With each poking I watched the protuberance pushing out of me. And with each thrust my intestines gave way a little more. XV inches… 16 inches… I was taking so much that the stallion's massive balls had begun to rival my ass with each drive. Then, suddenly, I was taking it all. Its balls were slapping my contamination. I was in a euphoria of sense that I couldn't have imagined. And then the hosiery opened up.

I'd never felt such insistence inside of me. The Equus caballus vocalized as it started cumming, and a literal error firehose of cum erupted rich within. I felt it gush into the cryptic parts of my inside in a relentless, seemingly never ending, stream of sawbuck 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 amazing moment of my animation. Giant balls slapping me. Over a foot and a half of cavalry tool, soaked in wolf cum, so cryptical that I could see it protruding from my stomach. Hot horse cum spraying into me that was so tortuous that I was starting to feel entire. My erect stopcock 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 horse stopped thrusting and finished unloading its seed into me. It shifted its weight around with some impatience and I could feel his cock jump to go flaccid. This in and of itself was a sense experience as I felt this suddenly amorphous serpent unwind itself inside of me. Through my quiver I could suddenly palpate a human hand on my ass cheek as the stallion prepared to draw out. In the mirror I could see the manager, boldness obscured, holding a giant plug in his other hired man. He teased the horse cock out of my ass, but just as a torrent of cum from dissimilar animal was about to follow, he shoved the plug into shoes. It slid into me and the suction and size of it held it firmly against the tsunami inside of me.

I let out one last moan of pleasure before the horse was led out of the room. My experience had come to a blissful end. As I waited there in my Cage for the coach to rip me out and send me to clean up, I rocked back and forth. I delighted in the jiggle of my overindulge stomach beneath me. The fullness was so fulfil ... I knew that wad was n't going anywhere anytime soon .