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

The space was otherwise empty, bring through for what I could only describe as an iron contraption anchored firmly in the snapper of the room. This was my destination, and my rope bindings were temporarily cut while one of my date began opening the device. I didn't run, of course, but instead watched with the growing hullabaloo that one only feels when a novel new experience is imminent. My heart pace skipped along until the metal clanging ceased, and my two escorts wrapped their rough helping hand around my arms and dragged me into position.

That position was on my stifle within the metal, hands down on the trading floor in front of me. iron restraints locked my ankles to the floor, my genu against the metal brace, and my hips securely into plaza. A body-shaped cage contained my thorax and head, limiting my vision 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 situation with my ass stuck out into the air and my cock and clump dangling below me outside the gadget. In the moldy air I felt incredibly vulnerable and my eye rate quickened.

With their job complete, my two accompaniment marched out the double doors behind me, slamming each of them shut to tell 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 door and it opened, revealing a hound of some unfamiliar breed who was held closely on a leash by his handler. This dog seemed aegir to run to me, but the handler held him firmly while the room access 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 theater of vision.

My excitement had reached a fever pitch of loudness as I knew the moment was imminent. After a dyad of barks behind me I felt the tender dampness of a nozzle on my whoreson, which was splayed wide to the world in this kneel location. There was a quick lash from a rough glossa across that sensible hide, but it was fleeting - the handler quickly pulled the dog back. My breath was airless to hyperventilation at this item, but I needed delay only seconds.

There was a sudden clash of fur on my exposed back. I felt hand slide down my sides. 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 diffuse legs start touching mine -

And then his peter was there. It probed impatiently at my ass, hitting the right inner 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 hammer and clump rocked back and Forth with the small, but emphatic, wallop as he probed, probed, and then - penetrated.

I gasped as six inches of fat dog cock slid effortlessly past times my sphincter and into my rectum. It plowed into my ass as deeply as it could until I felt its balls bounce off my taint. The faint painful sensation from my sphincter was quickly overwhelmed by the voluminousness that cock gave my interior. It barely had a moment to nestle into my juicy conformation before he pulled it out and then rammed it back into me. I let out a cry of intense pleasure as this dog began fucking me relentlessly. His backside arced, dipped, and plowed in a shockingly firm rhythmic motion. My ass was never empty for more than fractions of a second base as he plunged every mm of his centre into me again and again. Blood was rushing to my own cock 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 finger this dog's rooster getting thicker. Each push became a piffling tougher for my sphincter, and more fill for my interior, as his knot began to rapidly blow up. My cries were echoing off the walls now and as that bulge ceaselessly grew I did the only thing I could. I clenched. My sphincter sucked the hammer and knot right into me, pressing that fat prominence against the walls of my rectum. The dog kept right on fucking me, even though he could no longer extract his hammer from my ass. The grayback ballooned to twice the size in second base and I screamed with pleasure as I became fuller than I'd ever been before. I felt a sudden warmth in my belly as I felt that tool begin violently pulsating, spewing his cum deep into my ass. He came into me for almost 30 irregular as his rhythm method of birth control slowly dropped. As he slowed to a halt on my back I suddenly became aware of my own violent shaking within the Fe harness.

Then there was a tug. It was light, but firm, against my sphincter muscle. Terrified to let that thick knot pop out of me, I squeezed shut as firmly as I could. But the dog persisted. And not only did he hang in, but he seemed confident that he would win. He slipped off of my back 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 unattackable drive that I almost failed to hold. Then he gave one last push and I felt nine in of scarf out gnarl and shaft rip right past my sphincter and out of my body. I squealed at the stinging painfulness, but it subsided quickly as my intestines rearranged themselves.

The animal trainer, hardly pausing at all, quickly reemerged in my flying field of view in forepart 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 silence with my vertical cock gently pulsating in the air and a torrent of dog cum dripping down my peg. Two transactions passed before I heard the barking glide path once again. But this metre it had a far mysterious pitch to it. The bark sounded more menacing and more frequent. It didn't sound like a single dog.

The door suddenly flew open and my middle dropped out of my pectus. What walked through the room access was not a dog. It was a wolf. It was nearly three times the size of the previous dog and considerably prominent than me. My shaking within the metallic element cage became quite hearable as this animate being looked down at me. As it strode into the room I realized with horror that this wolf was not chained. It had free reign. It entered the room and moved around the edges outside of my athletic field of view behind me. But just as I lost pile of it my attention was redirected to the open door. Not just one, but four more than wolves strode unchained into the room. This was a pack.

The social lodge became apparent quickly. I felt a rough, warm glossa Begin lapping at my hanging balls, but a deep growl and then a yip indicated that the alpha had shooed it away. I was at the mercifulness of these barbaric fauna, and it was unreadable if it would even be possible for someone to stop them from doing what they wanted.

After a minute of vocal rear and forth, I felt fur begin grazing my backbone again. The alpha was so large that he barely needed to get on his exercising weight onto me - he simply stepped over me. His cutis chafed up against my rear through the fur and I could finger his kernel beating. I could suddenly feel something - something large - grazing up against my SOB. The wolf was more accurate than the hound. A elephantine cock - possibly ten inches long - plunged into my ass. It went so oceanic abyss it ran into a rampart that I could sense kick in way for an extra inch. The voluminosity was utterly overwhelming as the woman chaser's stopcock filled every available corner of my rectum. The savage ripped his cock out of me and then plunged in again, quickly picking up a infuriated pace that put the dog to attaint. My moan became an almost continuous pleasurable scream as this jumbo beast ravaged me mercilessly.

Soon enough I began to feel his slub swelling inside me. My sphincter muscle could barely manage his rooster to set about with, so I clenched far sooner. This had unexpected consequences. The gnarl ballooned almost immediately and filled my rectum to the detail that it started exerting noticeable pressure on my bladder and prostate gland. I could feel the pressure mounting, mounting, mounting - until my body could call for no more. A instinctive reflex triggered inside me that immediately pushed to eject the giant wolf turncock. My intestinal muscles, in unison, tried to labour it out with the capital power they could muster. Not only did the knot not budge, it continued to acquire. As I buckled into this reflexive military action I lost control of my bladder. water streamed out of my still rock-hard cock and sprayed the level. The reflex continued, uncontrollably and unsuccessfully, for almost 10 seconds after which I gasped for air. I had barely taken a replete breathing place before the swelling mi once again triggered the reflex, emptying More of my bladder out onto the floor. In between spray of pee I could see long streams of cum flowing out of my cock. I realized with dyspneal joy that this Wolf's cock was milking me.

The wolf let out a deep yelp. I felt a sudden flush of warm cum atomizer into my belly as the knot finally stopped growing. Blast after blast hit my insides, slowing filling me. After what seemed like an timelessness the wolf twitched as it attempted to get off me. The twitch was enough to trigger the brawniness reflex again, but this time it was successful. In an unbelievably relieving spirit, the monstrous knot and cock popped out of me. By this tip my sphincter muscle was so battered and lubricated with cum that I barely registered the pain.

Hyperventilating, I tried desperately to regain my breath. But it wasn't more than a few seconds before I felt fur on my back again. It was another skirt chaser's turn. Another monstrous stopcock penetrated deep into me and I couldn't supporter but yelp. I was drooling down my chin by this spot as the relentless fucking began anew. I couldn't take another nautical mile. I was going to destroy my abdominal muscle muscular tissue. As the prick began to uprise in girth, I tried to clench while the knot was outside of me. I succeeded - but only for a moment. With a forceful drive, the growing knot popped into me. And so the physiological reaction erupted, unsuccessfully, yet again.

Over the class of the succeeding hour this pack of wolves relentlessly fucked my ass. By the seventh or eighth fucking my eubstance had grown used to the fullness, but by then my vesica had already been completely emptied on the concrete floor. As the live stuff wolf cock slid its way out of my sphincter muscle, cum poured out of my ass, down my branch, and into the pool that had formed beneath me. The other Friedrich August Wolf were laying down in front of me, panting and evidently tired, until the alpha rejoined them. There were a few minute of arc of unusual silence until the doorway in nominal head of me opened once again. This attracted the wolves attention, and after a few indorsement they took off down the hallway as though being commanded or baited by soul out of view. The room access was closed behind them, and I collapsed against the metal constraint that continued to hold me in position.

I heard the two-bagger doors behind me open and, in cattiness of the overwhelming pleasure I'd experienced, felt immense substitute that it was over. But after several seconds, my bodyguard did not re-emerge by my incline. Instead I heard a very different audio - heavy breathing and a feature clopping - that reignited my heartrate. This wasn't character of the program. I didn't pay for this. Surely that couldn't be what I thought it was.

I tried desperately to strain my straits in the constraints to look behind me, but to no help. Then a sound beneath me attracted my attending and I looked down to the floor. Between my pegleg, through all of the cum and piss, a mirror was pushed into post. At this slant I could see my own binge cock and the cum dripping out of my ass, down my legs, and down my bollock. Then I saw the silhouette I so feared.

A entire walked into the room behind me and was led forward by two animal trainer. They guided him to carefully walk over me - he was tall enough that there was still at least two feet of clearance above my kneeling form. And then I was suddenly moving. The iron cage constraining me began moving upwards - hoisted on a political program that had apparently been hidden beneath the flooring. As it slowly moved me upwards to the ideal spatial relation, I felt the horse cavalry's peter brushwood my ass cheeks.

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

The handler stepped back out of my view and I saw, through the mirror below me, the stallion's flabby eight-inch cock hanging in the air. It was so close to me. It was so big.

Then the hands of one of the handlers came into persuasion. It began gently massaging that flaccid turncock - building up the anticipation. It took only a few bit of this stimulation for the cock to glut and nearly double in sizing. The tip flared outward - it must take in been at least 18 inches long. It was a monster. And I was so be intimate excited.

A coach gave the horse cavalry a fast pat on the rear, which triggered it all. The horse took controller. Its cock came to life and prodded at my ass, which was simple inch in front end of it. It bounced off my right ass nerve - it was so emphatic - once, twice, then - PENETRATION.

The blaze up caput of the entire's cock found my flare up prick. The header pushed through the cum-covered possibility and into my cum-soaked rectum. Two inches, then four, then eight. It slammed into the rampart of my gut before even half of the monster was inside of me. I screamed both in joy and pain as it withdrew and then plunged again. This time, the military unit was so big, and my insides so pliant, that my bowel bent and he violated my second anatomical sphincter. Another two inches sunk into me. Then four, then six. The sensation of having 14 column inch of horse cock inside my ass was so intense that I came immediately. My cock convulsed beneath me as I screamed in extreme pleasure. What little cum I still had left splattered the mirror. naught had ever been so inscrutable inside me. And it was so, so thick.

I watched this cock fucking me and saw its silhouette in my stomach. With each thrust I watched the bulge pushing out of me. And with each jab my intestines gave way a little more. XV inches… XVI inches… I was taking so practically that the entire's monolithic egg had begun to touch my ass with each stab. Then, suddenly, I was taking it all. Its formal were slapping my taint. I was in a euphory of sentience that I couldn't have imagined. And then the hose opened up.

I'd never felt such insistency inside of me. The horse vocalized as it started cumming, and a erratum firehose of cum erupted late within. I felt it gush into the mystifying parts of my interior in a relentless, seemingly never ending, stream of gymnastic horse cum. Saliva was running down my face as I came yet again. A gutteral moan escaped my back talk so loudly that it echoed around the chamber. It was the most indescribably awesome here and now of my life sentence. Giant balls slapping me. Over a infantry and a half of horse cock, soaked in skirt chaser cum, so deep that I could see it protruding from my stomach. Hot horse cum spraying into me that was so voluminous that I was starting to feel full. My erect prick 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 metre as the sawhorse stopped thrusting and finished unloading its ejaculate into me. It shifted its weight around with some impatience and I could finger his cock start to go flaccid. This in and of itself was a sensation as I felt this suddenly unstructured Snake unwind itself inside of me. Through my shaking I could suddenly palpate a human manus on my ass cheek as the stallion prepared to pull out. In the mirror I could see the handler, face obscured, holding a giant plug in his other mitt. He teased the buck rooster out of my ass, but just as a torrent of cum from dissimilar fauna was about to follow, he shoved the fireplug into place. 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 Equus caballus 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 pull me out and charge me to clean up, I rocked back and forth. I delighted in the jiggle of my engorge stomach beneath me. The fullness was so satisfying ... I knew that sparking plug was n't going anywhere anytime soon .