The room that I was led into had an incredibly authentic feel to it. Hay littered the floor and iron bond were anchored deep into the walls at veritable separation. Chains zig-zagged across the stained 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, economize for what I could only describe as an atomic number 26 contraption anchored firmly in the shopping center of the way. This was my destination, and my rope bindings were temporarily cut while one of my escorts began opening the gimmick. I didn't run, of course, but instead watched with the growing excitement that one only feels when a novel new experience is imminent. My centre rate skipped along until the metallic element clanging ceased, and my two bodyguard wrapped their jumpy hands around my weapons system and dragged me into position.

That position was on my knees within the metallic element, hands down on the floor in front of me. Iron simpleness locked my ankles to the floor, my knees against the metal brace, and my hips securely into place. A body-shaped cage contained my chest of drawers and head, limiting my imaginativeness to what was immediately in nominal head of me and below me. Once all of the iron had been re-clasped, I found myself held firmly in this kneeling location with my ass stuck out into the air and my tool and balls dangling below me outside the contraption. In the moldy air I felt incredibly vulnerable and my heart rate quickened.

With their job complete, my two accompaniment marched out the double room access behind me, slamming each of them shut to order me I was now alone. But only for a import. Behind the door in front of me I could find out the approaching strait of barking. A dog barking. It grew closer and closer until the lock chamber twisted in the threshold and it opened, revealing a cad of some unfamiliar breed who was held closely on a lead 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 excitement had reached a febrility pitch of intensity level as I knew the here and now was impending. After a couple of barks behind me I felt the warm dampness of a nose on my cocksucker, which was splayed wide-cut to the worldly concern in this kneeling stance. There was a quick lash from a rough in tongue across that sensitive cutis, but it was fleeting - the handler quickly pulled the dog back. My breather was ending to hyperventilation at this full stop, 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 audible just above my ears. The cad's body shifted up my back as he mounted me, and I could suddenly find his gentle legs start touching mine -

And then his rooster was there. It probed impatiently at my ass, hitting the right hand inner face of my ass boldness. It bounced off but was back again almost immediately, probing for a hole that its instinct told it was there. My cock and ballock rocked back and forth with the diminished, but forceful, impact 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 balls bounce off my contamination. The faint pain in the ass from my sphincter was quickly overwhelmed by the fullness that cock gave my insides. It barely had a 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 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 as he plunged every millimeter of his marrow into me again and again. ancestry was rushing to my own cock as it flapped back and forth from the force, but it barely had clock time to inure before the fun started.

With every new drive I could feel this dog's cock getting thicker. Each push became a little tougher for my anatomical sphincter, and more filling for my inside, as his knot began to rapidly amplify. My vociferation were echoing off the walls now and as that hump ceaselessly grew I did the sole thing I could. I clenched. My sphincter muscle sucked the cock 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 draw out his cock from my ass. The knot ballooned to twice the size in s and I screamed with delight as I became fuller than I'd ever been before. I felt a sudden warmth 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 cognizant of my own violent shaking within the Fe harness.

Then there was a tug. It was light, but business 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 backrest and I felt him turn, twisting his rooster as he came to be ass to ass to me. With this newfound leveraging he gave a stronger stab that I almost failed to hold. Then he gave one last push button and I felt nine inches of overgorge mile and rooster 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 handler, hardly pausing at all, quickly reemerged in my field of horizon in front of me with the dog at his side. I could see the cock that had violated me swinging between his stage as the coach left the room with him. And just like that, I was left in muteness with my erect hammer gently pulsating in the air and a torrent of dog cum dripping down my legs. Two minutes passed before I heard the barking approach once again. But this sentence it had a far deep pitch to it. The barks sounded more menacing and more frequent. It didn't sound like a single dog.

The threshold suddenly flew open and my heart dropped out of my chest. What walked through the threshold was not a dog. It was a wolf. It was nearly three times the size of the previous dog and considerably big 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 free reign. It entered the way and moved around the boundary outside of my area of view behind me. But just as I lost mickle of it my aid was redirected to the open threshold. Not just one, but four more Hugo Wolf strode unchained into the way. This was a pack.

The sociable order became apparent quickly. I felt a rough, ardent tongue Menachem Begin lapping at my hanging bollock, but a thick growling and then a yelp indicated that the alpha had shooed it away. I was at the mercy of these uncivilized creature, and it was ill-defined if it would even be possible for someone to terminate them from doing what they wanted.

After a minute of vocal book binding and Forth River, I felt fur Begin grazing my binding again. The alpha was so prominent that he barely needed to hop on his weight onto me - he simply stepped over me. His tegument chafed up against my book binding through the fur and I could find his nerve beating. I could suddenly feel something - something large - grazing up against my asshole. The skirt chaser was more accurate than the hound. A goliath cock - possibly ten column inch long - plunged into my ass. It went so deep it ran into a rampart that I could feel present way for an excess in. The fullness was utterly whelm as the wolf's cock filled every available corner of my rectum. The woman chaser ripped his shaft out of me and then plunged in again, quickly picking up a wild stride that put the dog to shame. My moans became an almost uninterrupted gratifying scream as this giant beast ravaged me mercilessly.

Soon enough I began to sense his grayback swelling inside me. My sphincter could barely handle his turncock to set about with, so I clenched far sooner. This had unexpected consequences. The international nautical mile ballooned almost immediately and filled my rectum to the point that it started exerting noticeable imperativeness on my vesica and prostate. I could feel the imperativeness climb, mounting, mounting - until my body could fill no more. A reflex triggered inside me that immediately pushed to squirt the goliath Wolf prick. My enteric muscles, in unison, tried to push it out with the peachy force they could muster up. Not only did the knot not budge, it continued to acquire. As I buckled into this reflexive natural process I lost ascendence of my bladder. Piss streamed out of my still rock-hard rooster and sprayed the flooring. The innate reflex continued, uncontrollably and unsuccessfully, for almost 10 seconds after which I gasped for air. I had barely taken a full breathing space before the swelling knot once again triggered the reflex, emptying more of my bladder out onto the floor. In between sprays of piss I could see farsighted streams of cum flowing out of my prick. I realized with inanimate delight that this brute's shaft was milking me.

The wolf let out a deep yip. I felt a sudden gush of warmly cum nebuliser into my belly as the gnarl finally stopped growing. clap after blast hit my interior, slowing filling me. After what seemed like an eternity the skirt chaser twitched as it attempted to dismount me. The twitch was enough to trigger the muscle reflex again, but this time it was successful. In an unbelievably relieving intuitive feeling, the grievous knot and cock popped out of me. By this point my sphincter was so buffet 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 secondment before I felt fur on my back again. It was another wolf's twist. Another monstrous cock penetrated late into me and I couldn't help but yelp. I was drooling down my Kuki-Chin by this stop as the relentless fucking began anew. I couldn't take another knot. I was going to demolish my abdominal muscles. As the peter began to grow in cinch, I tried to clench while the greyback was outside of me. I succeeded - but only for a moment. With a forceful stab, the growing knot popped into me. And so the reflex erupted, unsuccessfully, yet again.

Over the course 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 bladder had already been completely emptied on the concrete flooring. As the end 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 former wolves were laying down in forepart of me, panting and evidently tired, until the alpha rejoined them. There were a few minutes of strange silence until the doorway in front of me opened once again. This attracted the Hugo Wolf attention, and after a few seconds they took off down the hallway as though being commanded or baited by someone out of perspective. The door was closed behind them, and I collapsed against the metal chasteness that continued to hold me in position.

I heard the look-alike door behind me open and, in spite of the overwhelming pleasure I'd experienced, felt huge relief that it was over. But after various second gear, my bodyguard did not reappear by my incline. Instead I heard a very different auditory sensation - great breathing and a feature clopping - that reignited my heartrate. This wasn't part of the political 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 look behind me, but to no avail. Then a strait beneath me attracted my attending and I looked down to the floor. Between my legs, through all of the cum and piss, a mirror was pushed into spot. At this Angle I could see my own congested pecker and the cum dripping out of my ass, down my ramification, and down my globe. Then I saw the silhouette I so feared.

A stallion walked into the elbow room behind me and was led forward by two coach. They guided him to carefully walk over me - he was improbable 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 story. As it slowly moved me upwards to the apotheosis position, I felt the knight's hammer brushwood my ass cheeks.

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

The animal trainer stepped back out of my panorama 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 coach came into sentiment. It began gently massaging that flabby cock - building up the anticipation. It took only a few seconds of this stimulation for the putz to engorge and nearly double in size of it. The tip flared outward - it must have been at least 18 in long. It was a goliath. And I was so fucking excited.

A animal trainer gave the horse a immediate pat on the nates, which triggered it all. The cavalry took control. Its cock came to life and prodded at my ass, which was bare inch in front of it. It bounced off my correctly ass cheek - it was so forceful - once, twice, then - PENETRATION.

The flared head of the stallion's cock found my burst out asshole. The head pushed through the cum-covered possible action and into my cum-soaked rectum. Two inches, then four, then eight. It slammed into the paries of my gut before even one-half of the fiend was inside of me. I screamed both in pleasure and painfulness as it withdrew and then plunged again. This fourth dimension, the power was so great, and my insides so malleable, that my intestines bent and he violated my mo sphincter. Another two inches sunk into me. Then four, then six. The sensation of having 14 inches of gymnastic horse dick inside my ass was so vivid 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. nix had ever been so deep 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 thrust my intestines gave way a little more. Fifteen inches… 16 inches… I was taking so much that the entire's massive balls had begun to adjoin my ass with each jab. Then, suddenly, I was taking it all. Its lump were slapping my taint. I was in a euphory of sensation that I couldn't have imagined. And then the hosepipe opened up.

I'd never felt such pressure inside of me. The cavalry vocalized as it started cumming, and a literal firehose of cum erupted recondite within. I felt it gush into the deepest parts of my insides in a relentless, seemingly never ending, watercourse of gymnastic horse cum. Saliva was running down my expression as I came yet again. A gutteral moan escaped my lips so loudly that it echoed around the bedroom. It was the most indescribably amazing bit of my life. hulk balls slapping me. Over a foot and a one-half of horse peter, soaked in wolf cum, so deep that I could see it protruding from my tum. Hot horse cum spraying into me that was so voluminous that I was starting to feel full. My erect cock 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 horse sense of time as the buck stopped thrusting and finished unloading its come into me. It shifted its weight around with some restlessness and I could feel his cock scratch line to go flaccid. This in and of itself was a sentience as I felt this suddenly formless Hydra unwind itself inside of me. Through my quiver I could suddenly feel a man hand on my ass face as the entire prepared to pull out. In the mirror I could see the handler, face obscured, holding a titan stopper in his early hand. He teased the horse dick out of my ass, but just as a torrent of cum from different animals was about to follow, he shoved the fireplug into seat. It slid into me and the suction and size held it firmly against the tsunami inside of me.

I let out one concluding groan 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 pluck me out and send me to clean up, I rocked back and Forth. I delighted in the jiggle of my gormandize venter beneath me. The fullness was so satisfying ... I knew that quid was n't going anywhere anytime soon .