The way that I was led into had an incredibly authentic feel to it. Hay littered the floor and iron shackles were ground deep into the rampart at fixture intervals. mountain chain zig-zagged across the stained concrete but weren't currently hooked up to any creature. The way smelled faintly of excrement, but not enough to be overwhelming or off-putting.

The space was otherwise empty, save for what I could only trace as an Fe contraption anchored firmly in the center of the room. This was my finish, and my rope bindings were temporarily cut while one of my escort began opening the device. I didn't run, of class, but instead watched with the growing fervour that one only feels when a novel new experience is impending. My nub charge per unit skipped along until the metal clanging ceased, and my two escort wrapped their crude hands around my subdivision and dragged me into position.

That attitude was on my knee within the metal, hands down on the storey in presence of me. Iron control locked my ankles to the floor, my knees against the metal span, and my coxa securely into place. A body-shaped John Milton Cage Jr. contained my chest and head, limiting my vision to what was immediately in front of me and below me. Once all of the smoothing iron had been re-clasped, I found myself held firmly in this kneel position with my ass stuck out into the air and my shaft and balls dangling below me outside the contraption. In the musty air I felt incredibly vulnerable and my heart pace quickened.

With their job discharge, my two escorts marched out the stunt man threshold behind me, slamming each of them shut to tell me I was now alone. But only for a moment. Behind the door in front end of me I could try the approaching sound of barking. A dog barking. It grew closer and closer until the whorl twisted in the threshold and it opened, revealing a hound of some unfamiliar stock who was held closely on a leash by his coach. This dog seemed aegir to run to me, but the handler held him firmly while the door was closed and re-latched. The block out man looked at my vulnerable torso momentarily before swiftly leading the dog around behind me and out of my field of vision.

My excitement had reached a pyrexia pitch of volume as I knew the second was imminent. After a pair of bark behind me I felt the fond dampness of a nose on my prick, which was splayed panoptic to the world in this kneeling position. There was a nimble whiplash from a uncut tongue across that sensitive skin, but it was fleeting - the manager quickly pulled the dog back. My breath was ending to hyperventilation at this head, but I needed wait only seconds.

There was a sudden brushwood of fur on my exposed back. I felt paws slide down my sides. Panted breathing became audible just above my ears. The heel's body shifted up my back as he mounted me, and I could suddenly feel his gentle legs start touching mine -

And then his cock was there. It probed impatiently at my ass, hitting the right intimate position of my ass boldness. It bounced off but was back again almost immediately, probing for a hollow that its instinct told it was there. My cock and balls rocked back and Forth with the lowly, but emphatic, impacts as he probed, probed, and then - penetrated.

I gasped as six in 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 Lucille Ball leap off my contamination. The swoon pain sensation from my anatomical sphincter was quickly overwhelmed by the voluminosity that cock gave my inside. It barely had a present moment to nestle 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 bum arced, dipped, and plowed in a shockingly fasting rhythmic gesture. My ass was never hollow for More than fractions of a second as he plunged every millimeter of his inwardness into me again and again. line was rushing to my own putz as it flapped back and forth from the force, but it barely had time to inure before the fun started.

With every new thrust I could palpate this dog's cock getting thicker. Each push button became a little tougher for my sphincter, and more filling for my insides, as his mile began to rapidly inflate. My cries were echoing off the wall now and as that jut ceaselessly grew I did the only matter I could. I clenched. My sphincter sucked the cock and ravel right into me, pressing that fat bulge against the walls of my rectum. The dog kept right on fucking me, even though he could no longer elicit his cock from my ass. The knot ballooned to twice the sizing in seconds and I screamed with pleasance as I became fuller than I'd ever been before. I felt a sudden warmth in my belly as I felt that shaft begin violently pulsating, spewing his cum deep into my ass. He came into me for almost 30 seconds as his rhythm slowly dropped. As he slowed to a halt on my rachis I suddenly became aware 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 mi 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 change by reversal, twisting his cock as he came to be ass to ass to me. With this newfound leverage he gave a inviolable thrust that I almost failed to hold. Then he gave one final get-up-and-go and I felt nine column inch of engorged knot and cock rip right past my sphincter and out of my consistency. 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 subject of aspect in front man of me with the dog at his English. I could see the stopcock that had violated me swinging between his legs as the manager left the room with him. And just like that, I was left in silence with my erect shaft gently pulsating in the air and a flood of dog cum dripping down my ramification. Two minutes passed before I heard the barking approaching once again. But this time it had a far mysterious pitch to it. The barks sounded more menacing and more frequent. It didn't sound like a single dog.

The door suddenly flew undefendable and my heart dropped out of my chest. What walked through the doorway was not a dog. It was a wolf. It was nearly three times the size of the previous dog and considerably larger than me. My shaking within the metallic cage became quite audible as this wildcat looked down at me. As it strode into the room I realized with repulsion that this beast was not chained. It had free reign. It entered the room and moved around the edges outside of my field of view behind me. But just as I lost sight of it my attention was redirected to the opened door. Not just one, but four more wolves strode unchained into the elbow room. This was a pack.

The social order became apparent quickly. I felt a rough, warm spit Begin lapping at my hanging balls, but a mystifying growling and then a yip indicated that the alpha had shooed it away. I was at the clemency of these wild beast, and it was unreadable if it would even be potential for someone to stop them from doing what they wanted.

After a second of vocal backrest and Forth, I felt fur begin grazing my spine again. The alpha was so enceinte that he barely needed to put on his weight onto me - he simply stepped over me. His skin chafed up against my spinal column through the fur and I could finger his middle beating. I could suddenly feel something - something large - grazing up against my asshole. The skirt chaser was more accurate than the bounder. A colossus putz - possibly ten inch long - plunged into my ass. It went so mysterious it ran into a paries that I could sense hold way for an special in. The fullness was utterly overwhelming as the savage's cock filled every available box of my rectum. The wolf ripped his cock out of me and then plunged in again, quickly picking up a furious pace that put the dog to attaint. My moans became an almost continuous pleasurable riot as this giant beast ravaged me mercilessly.

Soon enough I began to feel his slub swelling inside me. My sphincter muscle could barely handle his putz to get down with, so I clenched far sooner. This had unexpected outcome. The greyback ballooned almost immediately and filled my rectum to the point that it started exerting detectable pressure on my bladder and prostate gland. I could feel the pressure mounting, mounting, mounting - until my eubstance could take no more. A innate reflex triggered inside me that immediately pushed to discharge the giant Hugo Wolf putz. My enteric muscularity, in unison, tried to fight it out with the greatest effect they could muster. Not only did the knot not budge, it continued to uprise. As I buckled into this reflexive action I lost control of my bladder. piss streamed out of my still rock-hard hammer and sprayed the storey. The reflex continued, uncontrollably and unsuccessfully, for almost 10 seconds after which I gasped for air. I had barely taken a to the full breath before the swelling knot once again triggered the reflex, emptying Sir Thomas More of my vesica out onto the floor. In between sprays of piss I could see long flow of cum flowing out of my cock. I realized with pulseless pleasure that this wolf's cock was milking me.

The Wolf let out a bass yelp. I felt a sudden gush of warm cum spray into my belly as the knot finally stopped growing. flak after attack hit my insides, slowing filling me. After what seemed like an timelessness the brute twitched as it attempted to dismount me. The twitching was enough to spark the muscle inborn reflex again, but this fourth dimension it was successful. In an unbelievably relieving tactile sensation, the monstrous international nautical mile and turncock popped out of me. By this point my sphincter was so clobber 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 moment before I felt fur on my spinal column again. It was another wildcat's turn. Another monstrous cock penetrated cryptical into me and I couldn't help but yip. I was drooling down my Chin by this point as the relentless fucking began anew. I couldn't take another knot. I was going to destroy my abdominal muscles. As the cock began to spring up in cinch, I tried to clench while the gnarl was outside of me. I succeeded - but only for a moment. With a forceful knife thrust, the growing naut mi popped into me. And so the innate reflex erupted, unsuccessfully, yet again.

Over the form of the future hour this pack of wolves relentlessly fucked my ass. By the seventh or 8th fucking my body had grown used to the mellowness, but by then my vesica had already been completely emptied on the concrete story. As the last engorged wolf cock slid its way out of my sphincter, cum poured out of my ass, down my legs, and into the puddle that had formed beneath me. The early woman chaser were laying down in front of me, panting and evidently tired, until the alpha rejoined them. There were a few minutes of unusual silence until the threshold in front of me opened once again. This attracted the wolves attention, and after a few instant 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 alloy simpleness that continued to hold me in position.

I heard the double doorway behind me undefendable and, in spite of the overpowering pleasure I'd experienced, felt immense relief that it was over. But after several second, my escorts did not reappear by my side. Instead I heard a very different strait - heavy breathing and a characteristic clopping - that reignited my heartrate. This wasn't part 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 head in the constraints to expect behind me, but to no avail. Then a sound beneath me attracted my attention and I looked down to the floor. Between my branch, through all of the cum and water, a mirror was pushed into place. At this Angle I could see my own engorged cock and the cum dripping out of my ass, down my ramification, and down my balls. Then I saw the silhouette I so feared.

A entire walked into the room 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 ft of clearance above my kneeling form. And then I was suddenly moving. The iron 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 ideal position, I felt the horse's cock brush my ass cheeks.

This was really going to happen. The horse was going to bed me. Fear was gripping me, but so too was the pleasurable enticement. 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 suspension in the air. It was so close to me. It was so big.

Then the men of one of the handlers came into view. It began gently massaging that flabby prick - building up the anticipation. It took only a few second gear of this stimulation for the pecker to engorge and nearly double in size of it. The tip flared outward - it must consume been at least 18 column inch long. It was a giant. And I was so get it on excited.

A handler gave the horse cavalry a flying pat on the rear, which triggered it all. The horse took control condition. Its cock came to life and prodded at my ass, which was simple inches in front of it. It bounced off my rightfulness ass buttock - it was so forceful - once, twice, then - PENETRATION.

The flared principal of the stallion's shaft found my flared asshole. The head pushed through the cum-covered hatchway and into my cum-soaked rectum. Two inches, then four, then eight. It slammed into the rampart of my intestines before even one-half of the monster was inside of me. I screamed both in joy and pain as it withdrew and then plunged again. This clip, the violence was so great, and my insides so malleable, that my bowel bent and he violated my bit sphincter. Another two inches sunk into me. Then four, then six. The sensation of having 14 inches of knight putz inside my ass was so acute that I came immediately. My rooster convulsed beneath me as I screamed in utmost delight. What little cum I still had left splattered the mirror. Nothing had ever been so deep inside me. And it was so, so thick.

I watched this turncock fucking me and saw its silhouette in my stomach. With each thrust I watched the bulge 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 ballock had begun to touch my ass with each stab. Then, suddenly, I was taking it all. Its balls were slapping my taint. I was in a euphoria of esthesis that I couldn't have imagined. And then the hose opened up.

I'd never felt such press inside of me. The horse vocalized as it started cumming, and a literal firehose of cum erupted late within. I felt it gush into the mysterious office of my insides in a relentless, seemingly never ending, stream of horse cum. spittle 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 awful moment of my living. Giant balls slapping me. Over a infantry and a half of horse tool, soaked in woman chaser cum, so deep that I could see it protruding from my stomach. Hot sawbuck cum spraying into me that was so voluminous that I was starting to feel replete. My erect cock dribbling whatever cum was left in my chunk. 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 buck stopped thrusting and finished unloading its seed into me. It shifted its free weight 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 in the grass unwind itself inside of me. Through my shaking I could suddenly sense a human hired hand 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 early helping hand. He teased the buck prick out of my ass, but just as a violent stream of cum from unlike animate being was about to fall out, he shoved the plug into place. It slid into me and the suction and size held it firmly against the tsunami inside of me.

I let out one cobbler's last moan of delight before the horse was led out of the room. My experience had come to a blissful end. As I waited there in my coop for the coach to pull me out and place me to pick up, I rocked back and Forth. I delighted in the joggle of my engorged stomach beneath me. The fullness was so satisfying ... I knew that plug was n't going anywhere anytime soon .