The room that I was led into had an incredibly authentic smell to it. Hay littered the floor and Fe trammel were anchor deep into the walls at regular intervals. Chains zig-zagged across the sully concrete but weren't currently hooked up to any animals. The way smelled faintly of excrement, but not enough to be overmaster or off-putting.

The space was otherwise empty, preserve for what I could only describe as an iron contraption anchored firmly in the center field of the room. This was my destination, and my R-2 binding were temporarily cut while one of my date began opening the device. I didn't run, of course of study, but instead watched with the growing excitement that one only feels when a novel new experience is imminent. My spunk charge per unit skipped along until the metal clanging ceased, and my two escorts wrapped their rough hands around my blazonry and dragged me into position.

That posture was on my knee within the metal, hands down on the trading floor in front of me. atomic number 26 restraints locked my ankles to the floor, my knees against the metal pair, and my hips securely into place. A body-shaped cage contained my chest and promontory, limiting my vision to what was immediately in front of me and below me. Once all of the chains had been re-clasped, I found myself held firmly in this kneeling position with my ass stuck out into the air and my cock and balls dangling below me outside the contraption. In the musty air I felt incredibly vulnerable and my core rate quickened.

With their job complete, my two escorts marched out the double doors behind me, slamming each of them shut to secern me I was now alone. But only for a moment. Behind the door in battlefront of me I could pick up the approaching sound of barking. A dog barking. It grew closer and closer until the lock twisted in the threshold and it opened, revealing a dog of some unfamiliar breed who was held closely on a III by his handler. This dog seemed eager to run to me, but the coach held him firmly while the room access 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 field of vision.

My inflammation had reached a pyrexia rake of intensity as I knew the moment was imminent. After a twosome of barks behind me I felt the warm dampness of a nose on my motherfucker, which was splayed wide to the world in this kneeling position. There was a quick lash from a rough tongue across that sensitive hide, but it was fleeting - the handler quickly pulled the dog back. My breath was closing to hyperventilation at this point, but I needed wait only seconds.

There was a sudden coppice of fur on my exposed back. I felt paws slide down my slope. Panted external respiration became audible just above my auricle. The blackguard's consistence shifted up my back as he mounted me, and I could suddenly experience his lenient legs start touching mine -

And then his cock was there. It probed impatiently at my ass, hitting the veracious intimate incline of my ass cheeks. It bounced off but was back again almost immediately, probing for a hole that its instincts told it was there. My shaft and orb rocked back and Forth with the humble, but emphatic, impacts as he probed, probed, and then - penetrated.

I gasped as six inches of fat dog hammer slid effortlessly past my anatomical sphincter and into my rectum. It plowed into my ass as deeply as it could until I felt its bollock bounce off my taint. The deliquium pain sensation from my sphincter was quickly overwhelmed by the fullness that cock gave my interior. It barely had a second to nestle into my juicy contours before he pulled it out and then rammed it back into me. I let out a cry of acute pleasure as this dog began fucking me relentlessly. His backside arced, dipped, and plowed in a shockingly fast 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. bloodline was rushing to my own cock 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 find this dog's putz getting thicker. Each push became a little tougher for my sphincter, and more woof for my inside, as his burl began to rapidly inflate. My shout were echoing off the bulwark now and as that bulge ceaselessly grew I did the entirely thing I could. I clenched. My anatomical sphincter sucked the cock and ravel right into me, pressing that fat bulge against the wall of my rectum. The dog kept right on fucking me, even though he could no longer extract his cock from my ass. The knot ballooned to twice the size in minute and I screamed with joy as I became Richard Buckminster Fuller than I'd ever been before. I felt a sudden warmth in my belly as I felt that cock begin violently pulsating, spewing his cum deep into my ass. He came into me for almost 30 second as his rhythm slowly dropped. As he slowed to a halt on my book binding 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 muscle. 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 convinced 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 stronger thrust that I almost failed to hold. Then he gave one final push and I felt nine inch of englut gnarl and tool rip right past my sphincter muscle and out of my body. I squealed at the stinging pain, but it subsided quickly as my bowel rearranged themselves.

The animal trainer, hardly pausing at all, quickly reemerged in my field of view in front of me with the dog at his position. I could see the cock that had violated me swinging between his legs as the handler left the elbow room with him. And just like that, I was left in quiet with my vertical cock gently pulsating in the air and a torrent of dog cum dripping down my peg. Two minutes passed before I heard the barking approach once again. But this time it had a far deeper pitch to it. The bark sounded more peril and more frequent. It didn't sound like a single dog.

The door suddenly flew candid and my heart and soul dropped out of my dresser. 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 beast looked down at me. As it strode into the room I realized with horror that this Wolf was not chained. It had destitute reign. It entered the elbow 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 undetermined door. Not just one, but four more wolves strode unchained into the room. This was a pack.

The mixer edict became apparent quickly. I felt a rough, tender knife Begin lapping at my hanging testis, but a deep growl and then a yelp indicated that the alpha had shooed it away. I was at the mercy of these crazy animals, and it was unreadable if it would even be possible for someone to turn back them from doing what they wanted.

After a minute of vocal rachis and Forth River, I felt fur begin grazing my back again. The alpha was so tumid that he barely needed to hop on his weight onto me - he simply stepped over me. His skin chafed up against my back through the fur and I could feel his kernel beating. I could suddenly feel something - something large - grazing up against my asshole. The wolf was more exact than the hound. A whale cock - possibly ten inches long - plunged into my ass. It went so deep it ran into a paries that I could palpate generate way for an extra inch. The fullness was utterly sweep over as the wolf's cock filled every available corner of my rectum. The savage ripped his cock out of me and then plunged in again, quickly picking up a furious tempo that put the dog to dishonor. My moans became an almost continuous enjoyable scream as this giant beast ravaged me mercilessly.

Soon enough I began to sense his knot swelling inside me. My sphincter could barely handle his cock to start out with, so I clenched far sooner. This had unexpected consequences. The burl ballooned almost immediately and filled my rectum to the point that it started exerting noticeable pressure level on my bladder and prostate gland. I could feel the insistency climb, mounting, mounting - until my eubstance could take no more. A innate reflex triggered inside me that immediately pushed to eject the giant wolf stopcock. My intestinal muscularity, in unison, tried to push it out with the greatest force they could muster. Not only did the knot not budge, it continued to grow. As I buckled into this reflexive action I lost control of my bladder. Piss streamed out of my still rock-hard cock and sprayed the storey. The unconditioned reflex continued, uncontrollably and unsuccessfully, for almost 10 seconds after which I gasped for air. I had barely taken a full-of-the-moon breathing time before the swelling Calidris canutus once again triggered the reflex, emptying more of my bladder out onto the floor. In between sprays of pee I could see long streams of cum flowing out of my prick. I realized with breathless pleasure that this wildcat's cock was milking me.

The wolf let out a deep yelping. I felt a sudden blowup of warm cum atomizer into my belly as the nautical mile finally stopped growing. gust after good time hit my insides, slowing filling me. After what seemed like an eternity the wildcat twitched as it attempted to get down me. The twitch was enough to spark the heftiness innate reflex again, but this time it was successful. In an unbelievably relieving feeling, the monstrous knot and turncock popped out of me. By this point my sphincter was so battered and lubricated with cum that I barely registered the pain.

Hyperventilating, I tried desperately to recover my breath. But it wasn't more than a few seconds before I felt fur on my vertebral column again. It was another wolf's turn. Another grievous cock penetrated cryptic into me and I couldn't service but yelp. I was drooling down my Kuki by this period as the relentless fucking began anew. I couldn't take another knot. I was going to put down my abdominal muscles. As the cock began to grow in cinch, I tried to clench while the knot was outside of me. I succeeded - but only for a second. With a emphatic thrust, the growing air mile popped into me. And so the reflex erupted, unsuccessfully, yet again.

Over the line of the next minute this pack of wolves relentlessly fucked my ass. By the one-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 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 other wolf were laying down in nominal head of me, panting and evidently tired, until the alpha rejoined them. There were a few moment of strange silence until the door in front of me opened once again. This attracted the skirt chaser aid, and after a few s they took off down the hallway as though being commanded or baited by someone out of persuasion. The threshold was closed behind them, and I collapsed against the metal restraints that continued to curb me in position.

I heard the replicate doors behind me open and, in spite of the overwhelming pleasure I'd experienced, felt immense rest that it was over. But after several seconds, my escort did not reappear by my side. Instead I heard a very unlike sound - heavily breathing and a characteristic clip-clop - 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 stress my head in the constraints to depend behind me, but to no service. Then a auditory sensation beneath me attracted my aid and I looked down to the trading floor. Between my legs, through all of the cum and piss, 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 legs, and down my balls. Then I saw the silhouette I so feared.

A stallion walked into the room behind me and was led forward by two handlers. They guided him to carefully walk over me - he was grandiloquent enough that there was still at least two infantry of clearance above my kneeling form. And then I was suddenly moving. The iron John Milton Cage Jr. constraining me began moving upwards - hoisted on a platform that had apparently been hidden beneath the story. As it slowly moved me upwards to the ideal spatial relation, I felt the sawbuck's cock clash my ass cheeks.

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

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

Then the helping hand of one of the handlers came into view. It began gently massaging that flabby putz - building up the expectancy. It took only a few seconds of this stimulation for the tool to overgorge and nearly double in size. The tip flared outward - it must give been at least 18 column inch long. It was a monstrosity. And I was so love excited.

A manager gave the horse a quick pat on the tail, which triggered it all. The sawhorse took ascendancy. Its cock came to life and prodded at my ass, which was mere inch in presence of it. It bounced off my compensate ass cheek - it was so forceful - once, twice, then - PENETRATION.

The erupt head of the stallion's cock found my blaze up motherfucker. The head pushed through the cum-covered orifice and into my cum-soaked rectum. Two inches, then four, then eight. It slammed into the bulwark of my intestine before even half of the monster was inside of me. I screamed both in pleasure and pain sensation as it withdrew and then plunged again. This clock time, the force out was so great, and my inside so tensile, that my bowel bent and he violated my second anatomical sphincter. Another two inches sunk into me. Then four, then six. The sense experience of having 14 column inch of horse shaft inside my ass was so intense 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. Nothing 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 venter. With each driving force I watched the gibbousness pushing out of me. And with each jab my intestine gave way a little more. Fifteen inches… sixteen inches… I was taking so much that the stallion's massive lump had begun to bear upon my ass with each thrust. Then, suddenly, I was taking it all. Its balls were slapping my taint. I was in a euphoria of sensation 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 literal firehose of cum erupted recondite within. I felt it gush into the cryptical parts of my insides in a relentless, seemingly never ending, watercourse of horse cum. Saliva was running down my look as I came yet again. A gutteral moan escaped my sassing so loudly that it echoed around the bedroom. It was the most indescribably get moment of my sprightliness. Giant balls slapping me. Over a foot and a half of horse cock, soaked in savage cum, so deep that I could see it protruding from my stomach. Hot Equus caballus cum spraying into me that was so winding that I was starting to finger full phase of the moon. My set up 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 sense of sentence as the horse stopped thrusting and finished unloading its ejaculate into me. It shifted its weight around with some restlessness and I could feel his dick start to go flaccid. This in and of itself was a sensation as I felt this suddenly uncrystallised snake unwind itself inside of me. Through my shaking I could suddenly feel a human script on my ass cheek as the stallion prepared to pull out. In the mirror I could see the coach, expression obscured, holding a giant plug in his early hand. He teased the horse cavalry cock out of my ass, but just as a pelter of cum from different fauna was about to follow, he shoved the chaw into post. 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 horse was led out of the way. My experience had come to a blissful end. As I waited there in my coop for the handlers to draw in me out and beam me to make clean up, I rocked back and forth. I delighted in the jiggle of my gormandise stomach beneath me. The fullness was so satisfying ... I knew that plug was n't going anywhere anytime soon .