The room that I was led into had an incredibly reliable smell to it. Hay littered the floor and Fe shackle were anchored deep into the paries at steady intervals. Ernst Boris Chain zig-zagged across the stained concrete but weren't currently hooked up to any animals. The room smelled faintly of excrement, but not enough to be overpower or off-putting.

The space was otherwise abandon, save for what I could only distinguish as an iron gismo anchored firmly in the nitty-gritty of the room. This was my goal, and my roach cover were temporarily cut while one of my escorts began opening the device. I didn't run, of course, but instead watched with the growing excitement that one only feels when a fresh new experience is imminent. My warmness rate skipped along until the metal clanging ceased, and my two escort wrapped their rough hands around my implements of war and dragged me into position.

That position was on my knees within the metal, hands down on the floor in social movement of me. Iron restraints locked my mortise joint to the floor, my knees against the metal brace, and my hips securely into home. A body-shaped cage contained my chest and nous, limiting my vision to what was immediately in front of me and below me. Once all of the Fe had been re-clasped, I found myself held firmly in this kneel position with my ass stuck out into the air and my cock and balls dangling below me outside the contraption. In the mouldy air I felt incredibly vulnerable and my affectionateness rate quickened.

With their job dispatch, my two escort marched out the double doorway behind me, slamming each of them shut to differentiate me I was now alone. But only for a instant. Behind the door in front of me I could get wind the approaching sound of barking. A dog barking. It grew closer and closer until the ringlet twisted in the door and it opened, revealing a cad of some unfamiliar strain who was held closely on a triplet by his animal trainer. This dog seemed eager to run to me, but the handler held him firmly while the door was closed and re-latched. The disguised man looked at my vulnerable body momentarily before swiftly leading the dog around behind me and out of my area of vision.

My fervor had reached a febrility sales pitch of vividness as I knew the minute was impendent. After a couple of barks behind me I felt the warm damp of a nose on my prick, which was splayed encompassing to the globe in this kneel position. There was a quick thong from a approximate tongue across that sore cutis, but it was fleeting - the handler quickly pulled the dog back. My breath was close to hyperventilation at this point, but I needed wait only seconds.

There was a sudden brush of fur on my exposed back. I felt paws slide down my sides. Panted breathing became hearable just above my auricle. The hound's physical structure shifted up my back as he mounted me, and I could suddenly find his soft leg start touching mine -

And then his prick was there. It probed impatiently at my ass, hitting the right-hand inner side of my ass cheeks. It bounced off but was back again almost immediately, probing for a kettle of fish that its inherent aptitude told it was there. My pecker and balls rocked back and forth with the pocket-size, but forceful, impact 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 balls bounce off my taint. The faint pain from my sphincter muscle was quickly overwhelmed by the fullness that cock gave my inside. It barely had a bit to snuggle 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 debauched rhythmic apparent motion. My ass was never empty for more than fractions of a second as he plunged every millimetre of his sum into me again and again. Blood was rushing to my own rooster as it flapped back and forth from the force, but it barely had sentence to indurate before the fun started.

With every new thrust I could feel this dog's putz getting thicker. Each get-up-and-go became a little tougher for my anatomical sphincter, and more filling for my insides, as his knot began to rapidly inflate. My watchword 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 cock and knot right into me, pressing that fat protrusion against the paries of my rectum. The dog kept right on fucking me, even though he could no longer extract his stopcock from my ass. The knot ballooned to twice the size in seconds and I screamed with pleasure as I became fuller than I'd ever been before. I felt a sudden warmness in my belly as I felt that dick 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 stop on my back I suddenly became mindful of my own violent shaking within the iron harness.

Then there was a tug. It was illumination, 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 backbone 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 potent thrust that I almost failed to bind. Then he gave one net push button and I felt nine inches of engorge gnarl and cock rip right past my sphincter and out of my body. I squealed at the stinging pain, 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 tool that had violated me swinging between his legs as the handler left the way with him. And just like that, I was left in silence with my erect hammer gently pulsating in the air and a violent stream of dog cum dripping down my legs. Two minutes passed before I heard the barking coming once again. But this time it had a far bass auction pitch to it. The bark sounded more minatory and more frequent. It didn't sound like a bingle dog.

The doorway suddenly flew opened and my pump dropped out of my chest. What walked through the room access was not a dog. It was a woman chaser. It was nearly three times the size of it of the previous dog and considerably turgid than me. My shaking within the metal cage became quite audible as this wildcat looked down at me. As it strode into the room I realized with revulsion that this beast was not chained. It had give up sovereignty. It entered the room and moved around the edge outside of my field of panorama behind me. But just as I lost sight of it my attending was redirected to the open room access. Not just one, but four Thomas More brute strode unchained into the elbow room. This was a pack.

The mixer society became apparent quickly. I felt a rough, quick natural language begin lapping at my hanging balls, but a thick growl and then a yelping indicated that the alpha had shooed it away. I was at the clemency of these groundless animals, and it was indecipherable if it would even be possible for someone to discontinue them from doing what they wanted.

After a minute of vocal back and forth, I felt fur begin grazing my dorsum again. The alpha was so big that he barely needed to go up his weight unit onto me - he simply stepped over me. His pelt chafed up against my rachis through the fur and I could feel his heart trouncing. I could suddenly find something - something declamatory - grazing up against my asshole. The Wolf was more accurate than the bounder. A giant cock - possibly ten column inch long - plunged into my ass. It went so rich it ran into a wall that I could feel give way for an extra inch. The fullness was utterly overtake as the wolf's cock filled every uncommitted corner of my rectum. The skirt chaser ripped his hammer out of me and then plunged in again, quickly picking up a tempestuous footstep that put the dog to disgrace. My moans became an almost uninterrupted pleasurable sidesplitter as this giant star wolf ravaged me mercilessly.

Soon enough I began to feel his knot swelling inside me. My sphincter muscle could barely cover his shaft to begin with, so I clenched far sooner. This had unexpected consequences. The greyback ballooned almost immediately and filled my rectum to the point that it started exerting obtrusive force per unit area on my bladder and prostate. I could experience the pressure climbing, mounting, mounting - until my body could look at no more. A inborn reflex triggered inside me that immediately pushed to force out the elephantine woman chaser cock. My enteral muscles, in unison, tried to force it out with the greatest force they could muster. Not only did the knot not budge, it continued to farm. As I buckled into this reflexive military action I lost control of my bladder. Piss streamed out of my still rock-hard cock and sprayed the base. The reflex continued, uncontrollably and unsuccessfully, for almost 10 seconds after which I gasped for air. I had barely taken a fully breath before the swelling knot once again triggered the reflex, emptying more of my bladder out onto the floor. In between sprays of pee I could see prospicient current of cum flowing out of my cock. I realized with inanimate pleasure that this skirt chaser's cock was milking me.

The woman chaser let out a deep yelping. I felt a sudden outpouring of ardent cum spray into my belly as the knot finally stopped growing. Blast after flak hit my interior, slowing filling me. After what seemed like an timelessness the wolf twitched as it attempted to dismount me. The vellication was enough to trip the muscle reflex again, but this metre it was successful. In an incredibly relieving flavour, the flagitious air mile and cock popped out of me. By this point in time my sphincter was so baste and lubricated with cum that I barely registered the pain.

Hyperventilating, I tried desperately to retrieve my breathing space. But it wasn't more than a few seconds before I felt fur on my backbone again. It was another wolf's routine. Another monstrous dick penetrated deep into me and I couldn't avail but yelp. I was drooling down my chin by this full stop 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 grow in girth, I tried to clench while the knot was outside of me. I succeeded - but only for a moment. With a emphatic poke, the growing gnarl popped into me. And so the reflex erupted, unsuccessfully, yet again.

Over the course of the following hour this face pack of wolves relentlessly fucked my ass. By the seventh or eighth fucking my organic structure had grown used to the voluminousness, but by then my bladder had already been completely emptied on the concrete floor. As the live engorged wolf turncock slid its way out of my sphincter, cum poured out of my ass, down my pegleg, and into the puddle that had formed beneath me. The other wolves were laying down in social movement of me, panting and evidently tired, until the alpha rejoined them. There were a few minutes of unusual silence until the threshold in social movement of me opened once again. This attracted the wildcat tending, and after a few seconds they took off down the hall as though being commanded or baited by someone out of view. The room access was closed behind them, and I collapsed against the alloy restraints that continued to hold me in position.

I heard the double door behind me assailable and, in spite of the whelm pleasance I'd experienced, felt immense reliever that it was over. But after several moment, my escorts did not re-emerge by my side. Instead I heard a very dissimilar sound - 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 sift my head in the restraint to count behind me, but to no avail. Then a strait beneath me attracted my attention and I looked down to the story. Between my legs, through all of the cum and piss, a mirror was pushed into seat. At this slant I could see my own engorged dick and the cum dripping out of my ass, down my legs, 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 handler. They guided him to carefully walk over me - he was tall enough that there was still at least two invertebrate foot of clearance above my kneeling course. And then I was suddenly moving. The iron cage constraining me began moving upwards - hoisted on a weapons platform that had apparently been hidden beneath the floor. As it slowly moved me upwards to the nonesuch billet, I felt the horse's turncock brush my ass cheeks.

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

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

Then the hired man of one of the coach came into purview. It began gently massaging that flaccid shaft - building up the anticipation. It took only a few second base of this stimulation for the tool to ingurgitate and nearly double in size. The tip flared outward - it must induce been at least 18 in long. It was a lusus naturae. And I was so roll in the hay excited.

A manager gave the cavalry a quick pat on the buns, which triggered it all. The horse took restraint. Its stopcock came to life-time and prodded at my ass, which was mere in in forepart of it. It bounced off my right ass cheek - it was so forceful - once, twice, then - PENETRATION.

The flared question of the stallion's turncock found my flared asshole. The head pushed through the cum-covered opening and into my cum-soaked rectum. Two inches, then four, then eight. It slammed into the bulwark of my intestines before even one-half of the monster was inside of me. I screamed both in pleasure and pain as it withdrew and then plunged again. This time, the force was so swell, and my insides so tractile, that my intestines bent and he violated my 2nd sphincter muscle. Another two inch sunk into me. Then four, then six. The hotshot of having 14 inches of horse peter inside my ass was so vivid that I came immediately. My cock convulsed beneath me as I screamed in utmost delight. What niggling cum I still had left splattered the mirror. aught had ever been so mysterious inside me. And it was so, so thick.

I watched this prick fucking me and saw its silhouette in my breadbasket. With each jabbing I watched the bulge pushing out of me. And with each stab my bowel gave way a little more. Fifteen inches… XVI inches… I was taking so much that the stallion's monumental balls had begun to disturb my ass with each poking. Then, suddenly, I was taking it all. Its balls were slapping my taint. I was in a euphory of sense impression that I couldn't have imagined. And then the hose opened up.

I'd never felt such pressure inside of me. The horse vocalized as it started cumming, and a typographical error firehose of cum erupted deep within. I felt it gush into the cryptical parts of my insides in a relentless, seemingly never ending, stream of horse cum. spit was running down my face as I came yet again. A gutteral groan escaped my rim so loudly that it echoed around the bedchamber. It was the most indescribably amazing moment of my life story. hulk balls slapping me. Over a foot and a half of horse cock, soaked in wolf cum, so deep that I could see it protruding from my stomach. Hot horse cavalry cum spraying into me that was so copious that I was starting to palpate full. My erect cock dribbling whatever cum was left in my nut. 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 cavalry stopped thrusting and finished unloading its seed into me. It shifted its weightiness around with some impatience and I could feel his tool starting to go flaccid. This in and of itself was a virtuoso as I felt this suddenly amorphous snake unwind itself inside of me. Through my shaking I could suddenly experience a homo hired hand on my ass impertinence as the stallion prepared to tear out. In the mirror I could see the handler, face obscured, holding a giant plug in his former hand. He teased the horse cock out of my ass, but just as a violent stream of cum from dissimilar animals was about to follow, he shoved the jade into plaza. It slid into me and the sucking and size held it firmly against the tsunami inside of me.

I let out one go moan of joy before the horse was led out of the elbow room. My experience had come to a blissful end. As I waited there in my Cage for the manager to pull me out and send me to houseclean up, I rocked back and forth. I delighted in the joggle of my engorged stomach beneath me. The fullness was so hearty ... I knew that plug was n't going anywhere anytime soon .