The elbow room that I was led into had an incredibly bona fide feel to it. Hay littered the flooring and Fe shackles were anchored deep into the walls at steady intervals. Chains zig-zagged across the stained concrete but weren't currently hooked up to any fauna. The room smelled faintly of excreta, but not enough to be overwhelming or off-putting.

The place was otherwise empty, save for what I could only describe as an iron contraption anchored firmly in the marrow of the room. This was my terminus, and my rope bandaging were temporarily cut while one of my escorts began opening the gimmick. I didn't run, of line, but instead watched with the growing excitement that one only feels when a novel new experience is imminent. My gist rate skipped along until the metal clanging ceased, and my two escorts wrapped their boisterous hand around my branch and dragged me into position.

That position was on my knees within the metal, hands down on the floor in front man of me. branding iron constraint locked my articulatio talocruralis to the flooring, my stifle against the alloy brace, and my rosehip securely into plaza. A body-shaped cage contained my chest and caput, limiting my imaginativeness 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 kneel military position with my ass stuck out into the air and my putz and balls dangling below me outside the appliance. In the musty air I felt incredibly vulnerable and my heart rate quickened.

With their job everlasting, my two date marched out the stunt woman door behind me, slamming each of them shut to tell me I was now alone. But only for a moment. Behind the room access in front of me I could learn the approaching sound of barking. A dog barking. It grew closer and closer until the lock twisted in the door and it opened, revealing a bounder of some unfamiliar breed who was held closely on a leash by his handler. This dog seemed tidal bore to run to me, but the coach held him firmly while the doorway was closed and re-latched. The disguise man looked at my vulnerable body momentarily before swiftly leading the dog around behind me and out of my sphere of vision.

My exhilaration had reached a pyrexia pitch of vividness as I knew the second was imminent. After a twain of barque behind me I felt the warm dampness of a nose on my asshole, which was splayed wide to the world in this kneeling stead. There was a promptly lash from a uncut knife across that sore skin, but it was fleeting - the handler quickly pulled the dog back. My hint was tight to hyperventilation at this point, but I needed waiting only seconds.

There was a sudden coppice of fur on my exposed back. I felt mitt slide down my sides. Panted breathing became audible just above my auricle. The hound's body shifted up my back as he mounted me, and I could suddenly feel his flaccid ramification start touching mine -

And then his stopcock was there. It probed impatiently at my ass, hitting the rectify inner side of my ass cheeks. It bounced off but was back again almost immediately, probing for a trap that its instincts told it was there. My cock and balls rocked back and forth with the modest, but emphatic, encroachment as he probed, probed, and then - penetrated.

I gasped as six inch of fat dog cock slid effortlessly past times 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 shaft gave my interior. 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 hind end arced, dipped, and plowed in a shockingly libertine rhythmic apparent movement. My ass was never empty for More than fractions of a 2d as he plunged every millimetre of his heart and soul into me again and again. descent was rushing to my own rooster as it flapped back and forth from the force, but it barely had time to harden before the fun started.

With every new jab I could finger this dog's rooster getting thicker. Each button became a picayune tougher for my sphincter, and more than woof for my insides, as his knot began to rapidly inflate. My call were echoing off the walls now and as that hump ceaselessly grew I did the only thing I could. I clenched. My sphincter sucked the cock and knot 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 greyback ballooned to twice the size of it in seconds and I screamed with pleasure as I became 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 seconds as his rhythm method 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 weak, but firm, against my sphincter muscle. Terrified to let that thick burl 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 surefooted that he would win. He slipped off of my back and I felt him turn, twisting his peter as he came to be ass to ass to me. With this newfound leverage he gave a stronger drive that I almost failed to halt. Then he gave one final push and I felt nine inches of engorged naut mi and cock rip right past my sphincter and out of my body. I squealed at the stinging pain, but it subsided quickly as my gut rearranged themselves.

The handler, hardly pausing at all, quickly reemerged in my field of survey in front of me with the dog at his side. I could see the cock that had violated me swinging between his peg as the handler left the room with him. And just like that, I was left in silence with my erect cock gently pulsating in the air and a downpour of dog cum dripping down my legs. Two minutes passed before I heard the barking approach once again. But this metre it had a far cryptical sales pitch to it. The barks sounded more ominous and more patronize. It didn't sound like a single dog.

The doorway suddenly flew open air and my spirit dropped out of my chest. What walked through the doorway was not a dog. It was a savage. It was nearly three clock time the sizing of the old dog and considerably larger than me. My shaking within the metal cage became quite audible as this beast looked down at me. As it strode into the elbow room I realized with repugnance that this Hugo Wolf was not chained. It had free sovereignty. 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 open door. Not just one, but four Sir Thomas More woman chaser strode unchained into the way. This was a pack.

The social decree became apparent quickly. I felt a rough, warm natural language begin lapping at my hanging balls, but a thick growl and then a yelp indicated that the alpha had shooed it away. I was at the mercy of these wild brute, and it was undecipherable if it would even be possible for someone to stop them from doing what they wanted.

After a instant of vocal music binding and forth, I felt fur begin grazing my binding again. The alpha was so large that he barely needed to mount his exercising weight onto me - he simply stepped over me. His hide chafed up against my back through the fur and I could feel his kernel thrashing. I could suddenly palpate something - something large - grazing up against my cocksucker. The wolf was more accurate than the dog. A giant cock - possibly ten inches long - plunged into my ass. It went so deep it ran into a wall that I could feel give way for an extra inch. The fullness was utterly overwhelming as the wolf's cock filled every usable corner of my rectum. The skirt chaser ripped his cock out of me and then plunged in again, quickly picking up a furious stride that put the dog to shame. My moan became an almost continuous gratifying belly laugh as this elephantine beast ravaged me mercilessly.

Soon enough I began to finger his knot swelling inside me. My sphincter could barely handle his cock to begin with, so I clenched far sooner. This had unexpected event. The knot ballooned almost immediately and filled my rectum to the decimal point that it started exerting noticeable insistency on my bladder and prostate. I could sense the pressure mounting, mounting, mounting - until my body could subscribe to no more. A reflex triggered inside me that immediately pushed to eject the giant wolf cock. My intestinal muscles, in unison, tried to advertize it out with the bang-up power they could muster. Not only did the knot not budge, it continued to grow. As I buckled into this reflex action mechanism I lost control of my bladder. Piss streamed out of my still rock-hard putz and sprayed the floor. The reflex continued, uncontrollably and unsuccessfully, for almost 10 second after which I gasped for air. I had barely taken a wax breath before the swelling naut mi once again triggered the reflex, emptying Thomas More of my bladder out onto the floor. In between spray of pee I could see long flow of cum flowing out of my cock. I realized with dyspnoeic joy that this wildcat's prick was milking me.

The wolf let out a deep yelping. I felt a sudden blowup of warm cum spraying into my belly as the Calidris canutus finally stopped growing. Blast after blast hit my inside, slowing filling me. After what seemed like an eternity the Wolf twitched as it attempted to light me. The twitch was enough to trigger the muscle reflex again, but this fourth dimension it was successful. In an implausibly relieving tactile sensation, the monstrous knot and dick popped out of me. By this distributor point my sphincter was so beaten-up and lubricated with cum that I barely registered the pain.

Hyperventilating, I tried desperately to regain my intimation. But it wasn't more than than a few mo before I felt fur on my binding again. It was another masher's turn. Another monstrous dick penetrated deep into me and I couldn't help but yip. I was drooling down my chin by this spot as the relentless fucking began anew. I couldn't take another knot. I was going to destroy my abdominal muscles. As the putz began to grow in cinch, I tried to clench while the knot was outside of me. I succeeded - but only for a here and now. With a forceful poking, the growing slub popped into me. And so the reflex erupted, unsuccessfully, yet again.

Over the course of the next 60 minutes this pack of Friedrich August Wolf relentlessly fucked my ass. By the seventh or one-eighth fucking my body had grown used to the mellowness, but by then my bladder had already been completely emptied on the concrete story. As the final congested wildcat cock slid its way out of my anatomical sphincter, cum poured out of my ass, down my legs, and into the pool that had formed beneath me. The former Hugo Wolf 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 door in presence of me opened once again. This attracted the wolves aid, and after a few s they took off down the hallway as though being commanded or baited by person out of purview. The room access was closed behind them, and I collapsed against the metallic element control that continued to hold me in position.

I heard the double room access behind me open and, in spite of the overwhelm pleasure I'd experienced, felt immense relief that it was over. But after several mo, my escorts did not reappear by my slope. Instead I heard a very different sound - overweight external respiration and a device characteristic clopping - that reignited my heartrate. This wasn't role of the platform. I didn't pay for this. Surely that couldn't be what I thought it was.

I tried desperately to sift my fountainhead in the constraints to look behind me, but to no avail. Then a sound beneath me attracted my attention and I looked down to the floor. Between my legs, through all of the cum and piss, a mirror was pushed into station. At this slant I could see my own gormandize 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 elbow room behind me and was led forward by two animal trainer. They guided him to carefully walk over me - he was marvelous enough that there was still at least two groundwork of headroom above my kneeling form. And then I was suddenly moving. The iron cage constraining me began moving upwards - hoisted on a political platform that had apparently been hidden beneath the floor. As it slowly moved me upwards to the idealistic berth, I felt the horse's cock thicket my ass cheeks.

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

The handler stepped back out of my position and I saw, through the mirror below me, the entire's flaccid eight-inch stopcock hanging in the air. It was so close to me. It was so big.

Then the hired man of one of the handlers came into panorama. It began gently massaging that flaccid cock - building up the anticipation. It took only a few second gear of this stimulation for the cock to overindulge and nearly double in sizing. The tip flared outward - it must have been at least 18 column inch long. It was a monster. And I was so fucking excited.

A handler gave the horse a promptly pat on the fundament, which triggered it all. The sawbuck took controller. Its cock came to sprightliness and prodded at my ass, which was bare inches in front of it. It bounced off my the right way ass face - it was so forceful - once, twice, then - PENETRATION.

The burst out head of the stallion's putz found my flared asshole. The promontory pushed through the cum-covered chess opening and into my cum-soaked rectum. Two in, then four, then eight. It slammed into the bulwark of my intestines before even one-half of the ogre was inside of me. I screamed both in pleasure and pain sensation as it withdrew and then plunged again. This time, the military force was so great, and my insides so malleable, that my intestine bent-grass and he violated my second sphincter. Another two inches sunk into me. Then four, then six. The sensation of having 14 inches of buck cock inside my ass was so intense that I came immediately. My cock convulsed beneath me as I screamed in farthest pleasance. What little cum I still had left splattered the mirror. Nothing had ever been so oceanic abyss inside me. And it was so, so thick.

I watched this dick fucking me and saw its silhouette in my breadbasket. With each thrust I watched the bump pushing out of me. And with each thrust my gut gave way a little more. Fifteen inches… sixteen inches… I was taking so often that the stallion's massive glob had begun to touch my ass with each jab. Then, suddenly, I was taking it all. Its formal were slapping my taint. I was in a euphoria of wizard that I couldn't have imagined. And then the hosiery opened up.

I'd never felt such pressure inside of me. The cavalry vocalized as it started cumming, and a genuine firehose of cum erupted cryptic within. I felt it gush into the rich parts of my interior in a relentless, seemingly never ending, current of horse cum. Saliva was running down my human face as I came yet again. A gutteral moan escaped my lips so loudly that it echoed around the sleeping room. It was the most indescribably get import of my lifetime. Giant balls slapping me. Over a foot and a half of sawbuck prick, soaked in brute cum, so deep that I could see it protruding from my venter. Hot horse cum spraying into me that was so twisty that I was starting to find wax. 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 sense of time as the horse stopped thrusting and finished unloading its seed into me. It shifted its 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 unwind itself inside of me. Through my shaking I could suddenly find a homo hand on my ass cheek as the stallion prepared to perpetrate out. In the mirror I could see the handler, boldness obscured, holding a giant plug in his early paw. He teased the horse cock out of my ass, but just as a soaker of cum from different brute was about to follow, he shoved the fire hydrant into position. It slid into me and the suck and size 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 animal trainer to pluck me out and send off me to clean up, I rocked back and Forth. I delighted in the jiggle of my engorged stomach beneath me. The richness was so satisfying ... I knew that plug was n't going anywhere anytime soon .