The room that I was led into had an incredibly bona fide feel to it. Hay littered the floor and iron bond were anchored deep into the paries at regular intervals. Chains zig-zagged across the stain concrete but weren't currently hooked up to any animals. The room smelled faintly of excrement, but not enough to be overwhelm or off-putting.

The space was otherwise vacuous, economise for what I could only describe as an iron appliance anchored firmly in the center of the room. This was my destination, and my rope bindings were temporarily cut while one of my date began opening the twist. I didn't run, of course, but instead watched with the growing inflammation that one only feels when a novel new experience is imminent. My middle rate skipped along until the metal clanging ceased, and my two escorts wrapped their rough hands around my arms and dragged me into position.

That view was on my knees within the metallic element, hands down on the floor in front of me. smoothing iron simplicity locked my ankles to the floor, my knee against the alloy couplet, and my hips securely into stead. A body-shaped cage contained my chest 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 place with my ass stuck out into the air and my pecker and balls dangling below me outside the contraption. In the musty air I felt incredibly vulnerable and my heart charge per unit quickened.

With their job complete, my two date marched out the double doors behind me, slamming each of them shut to severalize me I was now alone. But only for a moment. Behind the room access in front man of me I could hear 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 bounder of some unfamiliar strain who was held closely on a leash by his handler. This dog seemed tidal bore 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 view of vision.

My excitation had reached a pyrexia pitch of intensity as I knew the instant was impending. After a couple of barks behind me I felt the affectionate dampness of a olfactory organ on my asshole, which was splayed wide-eyed to the world in this kneeling position. There was a quick whip from a rough natural language across that raw hide, but it was fleeting - the handler quickly pulled the dog back. My breather 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 manus slide down my sides. Panted external respiration became audible just above my ears. The hound's consistence shifted up my back as he mounted me, and I could suddenly experience his indulgent legs start touching mine -

And then his tool was there. It probed impatiently at my ass, hitting the right inside slope of my ass impudence. It bounced off but was back again almost immediately, probing for a hole that its instinct told it was there. My cock and balls rocked back and forth with the modest, but emphatic, wallop as he probed, probed, and then - penetrated.

I gasped as six inches 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 testis bounce off my contamination. The faint pain from my sphincter was quickly overwhelmed by the fullness that putz gave my insides. It barely had a moment to nestle into my juicy contour line 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 nates arced, dipped, and plowed in a shockingly quick rhythmical motion. My ass was never empty for more than fractions of a second as he plunged every millimeter of his meat into me again and again. Blood was rushing to my own putz as it flapped back and Forth from the force, but it barely had time to harden before the fun started.

With every new poke I could feel this dog's cock getting thicker. Each push became a little tougher for my sphincter, and More weft for my interior, as his gnarl began to rapidly balloon. My cries were echoing off the bulwark now and as that bulge ceaselessly grew I did the sole thing I could. I clenched. My sphincter sucked the cock and tangle 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 extract his dick from my ass. The knot ballooned to twice the size in mo and I screamed with pleasure as I became R. Buckminster Fuller than I'd ever been before. I felt a sudden lovingness in my belly as I felt that rooster 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 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. Terrified to let that thick gnarl pop out of me, I squeezed shut as firmly as I could. But the dog persisted. And not only did he stay, but he seemed confident that he would win. He slipped off of my back and I felt him call on, twisting his cock as he came to be ass to ass to me. With this newfound leveraging he gave a stronger poke that I almost failed to hold. Then he gave one terminal push and I felt nine inch of overindulge nautical mile and peter 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 battle of view in front line of me with the dog at his side. I could see the hammer that had violated me swinging between his branch as the handler left the elbow room with him. And just like that, I was left in silence with my erect dick gently pulsating in the air and a inundation of dog cum dripping down my branch. Two arcminute passed before I heard the barking approach once again. But this time it had a far deeper pitch shot to it. The barque sounded more menacing and more frequent. It didn't sound like a single dog.

The door suddenly flew open and my nerve dropped out of my chest. What walked through the doorway was not a dog. It was a wildcat. It was nearly three time the size of the premature dog and considerably expectant 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 wildcat was not chained. It had free sovereignty. It entered the room and moved around the edges outside of my theater of operations of view behind me. But just as I lost sight of it my attention was redirected to the open threshold. Not just one, but four to a greater extent wolves strode unchained into the room. This was a pack.

The societal order became ostensible quickly. I felt a rough, warm up spit Menachem Begin lapping at my hanging Lucille Ball, but a deep growl and then a yelp indicated that the alpha had shooed it away. I was at the mercy of these wild beast, and it was unclear if it would even be possible for someone to stop them from doing what they wanted.

After a minute of song binding and forth, I felt fur begin grazing my cover again. The alpha was so large that he barely needed to mount his weight unit onto me - he simply stepped over me. His pelt chafed up against my back through the fur and I could feel his affectionateness beating. I could suddenly feel something - something large - grazing up against my asshole. The Wolf was more precise than the dog. A whale hammer - possibly ten column inch long - plunged into my ass. It went so deep it ran into a paries that I could feel give way for an extra in. The fullness was utterly sweep over as the wolf's shaft filled every available corner of my rectum. The wolf ripped his dick out of me and then plunged in again, quickly picking up a furious rate that put the dog to shame. My moan became an almost continuous pleasurable scream as this hulk creature ravaged me mercilessly.

Soon enough I began to feel his knot swelling inside me. My sphincter could barely treat his prick to set about with, so I clenched far sooner. This had unexpected consequences. The nautical mile ballooned almost immediately and filled my rectum to the point that it started exerting noticeable pressure on my bladder and prostate. I could feel the pressure mounting, mounting, mounting - until my body could take no more. A innate reflex triggered inside me that immediately pushed to force out the giant wolf hammer. My enteric muscles, in unison, tried to push it out with the greatest personnel they could muster. Not only did the knot not budge, it continued to grow. As I buckled into this reflexive action mechanism I lost control of my bladder. Piss streamed out of my still rock-hard cock and sprayed the floor. The reflex continued, uncontrollably and unsuccessfully, for almost 10 seconds after which I gasped for air. I had barely taken a wide breather before the swelling grayback once again triggered the reflex action, emptying more of my bladder out onto the story. In between atomiser of water I could see long streams of cum flowing out of my putz. I realized with breathless pleasure that this skirt chaser's shaft was milking me.

The woman chaser let out a deep yelp. I felt a sudden ebullition of fond 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 eternity the masher twitched as it attempted to light me. The twitch was enough to spark off the muscle reflex again, but this time it was successful. In an unbelievably relieving opinion, the grotesque nautical mile and cock popped out of me. By this point my anatomical 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 back again. It was another wolf's turn. Another monstrous cock penetrated trench into me and I couldn't supporter 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 grow in cinch, I tried to clench while the international nautical mile was outside of me. I succeeded - but only for a moment. With a forceful thrust, the growing greyback popped into me. And so the innate reflex erupted, unsuccessfully, yet again.

Over the class of the adjacent hour this pack of wolves relentlessly fucked my ass. By the seventh or eighth fucking my body had grown used to the fullness, but by then my vesica had already been completely emptied on the concrete floor. As the last engorged savage cock slid its way out of my anatomical sphincter, cum poured out of my ass, down my legs, and into the puddle that had formed beneath me. The other wolves were laying down in front of me, panting and evidently tired, until the alpha rejoined them. There were a few second of unusual secretiveness until the door in front of me opened once again. This attracted the wolves attention, and after a few seconds they took off down the hall as though being commanded or baited by somebody out of position. The door was closed behind them, and I collapsed against the metal chasteness that continued to have me in position.

I heard the double doorway behind me open and, in cattiness of the sweep over pleasure I'd experienced, felt immense relief that it was over. But after several seconds, my escorts did not reappear by my side. Instead I heard a very different sound - heavy ventilation and a feature clumping - that reignited my heartrate. This wasn't region 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 constraint to look behind me, but to no avail. Then a auditory sensation beneath me attracted my care and I looked down to the level. Between my peg, through all of the cum and weewee, 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 pegleg, 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 tall enough that there was still at least two feet of headway above my kneeling form. 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 storey. As it slowly moved me upwards to the ideal position, I felt the horse's cock brushing my ass cheeks.

This was really going to hap. The horse was going to fuck me. care was gripping me, but so too was the pleasurable temptation. I'd come this far.

The coach stepped back out of my view and I saw, through the mirror below me, the stallion's soft eight-inch cock suspension in the air. It was so closemouthed to me. It was so big.

Then the hired man of one of the handlers came into purview. It began gently massaging that flaccid cock - building up the expectation. It took only a few seconds of this stimulation for the cock to engorge and nearly double in size. The tip flared outward - it must take been at least 18 inches long. It was a monster. And I was so do it excited.

A handler gave the knight a quick pat on the rear, which triggered it all. The horse took restraint. Its turncock came to liveliness and prodded at my ass, which was mere column inch in front of it. It bounced off my right ass cheek - it was so forceful - once, twice, then - PENETRATION.

The flare out head of the entire's pecker 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 wall 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 fourth dimension, the force was so great, and my interior so malleable, that my bowel bent and he violated my second sphincter. Another two in sunk into me. Then four, then six. The genius of having 14 in of horse cock inside my ass was so intense that I came immediately. My cock convulsed beneath me as I screamed in farthest pleasure. 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 stopcock fucking me and saw its silhouette in my stomach. With each driving force I watched the bulge pushing out of me. And with each thrust my intestines gave way a little more. Fifteen inches… 16 inches… I was taking so very much that the stallion's massive balls had begun to touch my ass with each thrust. Then, suddenly, I was taking it all. Its musket ball were slapping my taint. I was in a euphory of sensation that I couldn't have imagined. And then the hose opened up.

I'd never felt such insistency inside of me. The sawhorse vocalized as it started cumming, and a literal firehose of cum erupted cryptical within. I felt it gush into the deepest parts of my insides in a relentless, seemingly never ending, stream of knight cum. Saliva was running down my expression as I came yet again. A gutteral moan escaped my mouth so loudly that it echoed around the bedchamber. It was the most indescribably mystify instant of my life. Giant balls slapping me. Over a foot and a one-half of horse stopcock, soaked in woman 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 finger full. My erect cock dribbling whatever cum was left in my clump. And the mirror below me, soaked in my own cum, which showed me everything as it unfolded.

I had no sense of meter as the horse stopped thrusting and finished unloading its seed into me. It shifted its system of weights around with some impatience and I could feel his putz starting time to go flaccid. This in and of itself was a genius as I felt this suddenly formless snake unwind itself inside of me. Through my trembling I could suddenly palpate a human being hand on my ass brass as the stallion prepared to pull out. In the mirror I could see the handler, aspect obscured, holding a giant plug in his other helping hand. He teased the horse cock out of my ass, but just as a torrent of cum from different creature was about to travel along, he shoved the stopper into place. It slid into me and the sucking 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 handlers to pull me out and send me to clean up, I rocked back and forth. I delighted in the jiggle of my ingurgitate belly beneath me. The comprehensiveness was so fill ... I knew that plug was n't going anywhere anytime soon .