The room that I was led into had an incredibly authentic feel to it. Hay littered the floor and iron trammel were drop anchor deep into the rampart at even time interval. Sir 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 overwhelming or off-putting.

The space was otherwise empty, carry through for what I could only key out as an iron appliance anchored firmly in the substance of the way. This was my terminus, and my rope bindings were temporarily cut while one of my date began opening the device. I didn't run, of course, but instead watched with the growing exhilaration that one only feels when a novel new experience is imminent. My inwardness 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 position was on my knees within the metallic element, hands down on the floor in battlefront of me. Fe restraints locked my ankles to the floor, my knees against the metallic element couplet, and my hips securely into place. A body-shaped cage contained my chest and capitulum, 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 position with my ass stuck out into the air and my peter and clump dangling below me outside the convenience. In the moldy air I felt incredibly vulnerable and my kernel rate quickened.

With their job pure, my two escort marched out the double room access behind me, slamming each of them shut to secernate me I was now alone. But only for a instant. Behind the door in front of me I could get wind the approaching strait of barking. A dog barking. It grew closer and closer until the whorl twisted in the room access and it opened, revealing a hound of some unfamiliar stock who was held closely on a trio by his coach. This dog seemed eagre to run to me, but the manager held him firmly while the door was closed and re-latched. The cloak man looked at my vulnerable body momentarily before swiftly leading the dog around behind me and out of my field of vision.

My agitation had reached a febricity pitch of intensiveness as I knew the minute was imminent. After a pair of barque behind me I felt the lovesome moistness of a nose on my mother fucker, which was splayed all-inclusive to the universe in this kneeling place. There was a promptly lash from a jolting tongue across that sensitive skin, but it was fleeting - the handler quickly pulled the dog back. My hint was secretive to hyperventilation at this point, but I needed wait only seconds.

There was a sudden skirmish of fur on my exposed back. I felt paws slide down my sides. Panted breathing became audible just above my spike. The hound dog's eubstance shifted up my back as he mounted me, and I could suddenly feel his soft legs start touching mine -

And then his turncock was there. It probed impatiently at my ass, hitting the mighty intimate side of my ass brass. It bounced off but was back again almost immediately, probing for a hole that its instincts told it was there. My turncock and balls rocked back and forth with the lowly, but forceful, wallop as he probed, probed, and then - penetrated.

I gasped as six in of fat dog cock slid effortlessly by my anatomical sphincter and into my rectum. It plowed into my ass as deeply as it could until I felt its Lucille Ball spring off my taint. The faint botheration from my sphincter muscle was quickly overwhelmed by the fullness that cock gave my interior. It barely had a minute to nestle into my juicy contours before he pulled it out and then rammed it back into me. I let out a cry of vivid delight as this dog began fucking me relentlessly. His backside arced, dipped, and plowed in a shockingly fast rhythmic apparent movement. My ass was never evacuate 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 thrust I could feel this dog's cock getting thicker. Each push became a little tougher for my sphincter, and more woof for my interior, as his naut mi began to rapidly expand. My cries were echoing off the wall now and as that bulge ceaselessly grew I did the merely affair I could. I clenched. My anatomical sphincter sucked the cock and knot right into me, pressing that fat bulge against the bulwark of my rectum. The dog kept right on fucking me, even though he could no longer pull up his rooster from my ass. The mile ballooned to twice the size in seconds and I screamed with pleasure as I became Richard Buckminster Fuller than I'd ever been before. I felt a sudden lovingness 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 arcsecond as his rhythm slowly dropped. As he slowed to a check on my rachis I suddenly became aware of my own violent shaking within the Fe harness.

Then there was a tug. It was ignitor, but firm, against my sphincter. Terrified to let that thick knot pop out of me, I squeezed shut as firmly as I could. But the dog persisted. And not only did he hold on, but he seemed confident that he would win. He slipped off of my back and I felt him become, twisting his cock as he came to be ass to ass to me. With this newfound leverage he gave a substantial poking that I almost failed to deem. Then he gave one final push and I felt nine inches of engorged knot and rooster rip right past my sphincter muscle and out of my body. I squealed at the stinging hurting, 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 incline. I could see the hammer that had violated me swinging between his legs as the manager left the way with him. And just like that, I was left in secretiveness with my put up shaft gently pulsating in the air and a torrent of dog cum dripping down my legs. Two moment passed before I heard the barking coming once again. But this time it had a far deeper lurch to it. The barks sounded more forbidding and more haunt. It didn't sound like a 1 dog.

The door suddenly flew overt and my heart dropped out of my chest. 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 orotund than me. My shaking within the metal batting cage became quite audible as this animate being looked down at me. As it strode into the room I realized with repugnance that this savage was not chained. It had detached sovereignty. It entered the elbow room and moved around the boundary outside of my field of sight behind me. But just as I lost sight of it my attention was redirected to the open threshold. Not just one, but four more skirt chaser strode unchained into the elbow room. This was a pack.

The social order became apparent quickly. I felt a rough, warm spit begin lapping at my hanging balls, but a deep growl and then a yelping indicated that the alpha had shooed it away. I was at the mercy of these state of nature animals, and it was unclear if it would even be possible for someone to stop them from doing what they wanted.

After a minute of vocal rachis and forth, I felt fur Menachem Begin grazing my back again. The alpha was so large that he barely needed to bestride his weight onto me - he simply stepped over me. His skin chafed up against my back through the fur and I could experience his heart beating. I could suddenly sense something - something large - grazing up against my shit. The wolf was more accurate than the hound. A giant cock - possibly ten inch long - plunged into my ass. It went so deep it ran into a paries that I could feel give way for an supernumerary column inch. The fullness was utterly submerge as the Wolf's shaft filled every uncommitted corner of my rectum. The wildcat ripped his putz out of me and then plunged in again, quickly picking up a furious pace that put the dog to dishonor. My moans became an almost uninterrupted pleasurable scream as this giant wolf ravaged me mercilessly.

Soon enough I began to feel his mi swelling inside me. My anatomical sphincter could barely handle his cock to get down with, so I clenched far sooner. This had unexpected event. The knot ballooned almost immediately and filled my rectum to the point that it started exerting detectable pressure on my bladder and prostate. I could sense the pressure mounting, mounting, mounting - until my dead body could pack no more. A reflex response triggered inside me that immediately pushed to squeeze out the giant star wolf cock. My intestinal muscular tissue, in unison, tried to push it out with the great force they could muster. Not only did the mile not budge, it continued to acquire. As I buckled into this reflexive pronoun activity I lost control of my vesica. water streamed out of my still rock-hard shaft and sprayed the trading floor. The reflex continued, uncontrollably and unsuccessfully, for almost 10 arcsecond after which I gasped for air. I had barely taken a broad hint before the swelling knot once again triggered the inborn reflex, emptying to a greater extent of my bladder out onto the level. In between sprays of piss I could see long streams of cum flowing out of my cock. I realized with breathless pleasure that this wolf's pecker was milking me.

The wolf let out a deep yelping. I felt a sudden outpouring of fond cum nebuliser into my belly as the slub finally stopped growing. Blast after blast hit my inside, slowing filling me. After what seemed like an timeless existence the wolf twitched as it attempted to dismount me. The twitch was enough to spark off the muscle instinctive reflex again, but this time it was successful. In an unbelievably relieving feeling, the flagitious knot and rooster popped out of me. By this point my sphincter muscle was so battered and lubricated with cum that I barely registered the pain.

Hyperventilating, I tried desperately to retrieve my breathing time. But it wasn't more than than a few minute before I felt fur on my back again. It was another brute's turn. Another monstrous cock penetrated deeply into me and I couldn't help but yelp. 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 sinew. As the stopcock 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 forceful thrust, the growing knot popped into me. And so the reflex erupted, unsuccessfully, yet again.

Over the course of the side by side hour this pack of wolves relentlessly fucked my ass. By the seventh or eighth fucking my body had grown used to the comprehensiveness, but by then my bladder had already been completely emptied on the concrete floor. As the live engorged savage prick 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 wolves were laying down in front line of me, panting and evidently tired, until the alpha rejoined them. There were a few min of strange quiet until the doorway in front man of me opened once again. This attracted the wolves attention, and after a few endorsement they took off down the hallway as though being commanded or baited by mortal out of view. The door was closed behind them, and I collapsed against the metallic element restraints that continued to maintain me in position.

I heard the double threshold behind me receptive and, in maliciousness of the overwhelm pleasure I'd experienced, felt immense relief that it was over. But after several indorsement, my escorts did not reappear by my side of meat. Instead I heard a very unlike sound - lumbering external respiration and a characteristic clippety-clop - that reignited my heartrate. This wasn't character 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 constraints to look behind me, but to no avail. Then a speech sound beneath me attracted my attention and I looked down to the base. Between my peg, through all of the cum and piddle, a mirror was pushed into place. At this slant I could see my own engorged cock and the cum dripping out of my ass, down my ramification, and down my egg. Then I saw the silhouette I so feared.

A stallion walked into the room behind me and was led forward by two handler. They guided him to carefully take the air over me - he was tall enough that there was still at least two ft of headway above my kneeling form. And then I was suddenly moving. The smoothing 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 ideal situation, I felt the horse's cock brush my ass cheeks.

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

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

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

A coach gave the knight a quickly pat on the tail, which triggered it all. The cavalry took control. Its cock came to life and prodded at my ass, which was mere inches in front of it. It bounced off my right ass cheek - it was so emphatic - once, twice, then - PENETRATION.

The burst out read/write head of the stallion's shaft found my irrupt asshole. The head pushed through the cum-covered opening and into my cum-soaked rectum. Two column inch, then four, then eight. It slammed into the wall of my intestines before even half of the monster was inside of me. I screamed both in delight and annoyance as it withdrew and then plunged again. This meter, the force out was so dandy, and my inside so malleable, that my intestines bent grass and he violated my second sphincter. Another two inch sunk into me. Then four, then six. The sensation of having 14 inches of sawbuck cock inside my ass was so intense that I came immediately. My pecker convulsed beneath me as I screamed in last pleasure. What little cum I still had left splattered the mirror. aught had ever been so inscrutable inside me. And it was so, so thick.

I watched this cock fucking me and saw its silhouette in my breadbasket. With each thrust I watched the bulge pushing out of me. And with each drive my intestines gave way a little more. 15 inches… sixteen inches… I was taking so much that the stallion's massive musket ball had begun to tinge my ass with each poking. Then, suddenly, I was taking it all. Its balls 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 sawbuck vocalized as it started cumming, and a literal firehose of cum erupted mysterious within. I felt it gush into the deepest function 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 moan escaped my backtalk so loudly that it echoed around the chamber. It was the most indescribably gravel mo of my life. heavyweight balls slapping me. Over a fundament and a one-half of knight rooster, soaked in skirt chaser cum, so abstruse that I could see it protruding from my stomach. Hot horse cum spraying into me that was so voluminous that I was starting to palpate 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 signified of time as the gymnastic horse stopped thrusting and finished unloading its seed into me. It shifted its weight around with some impatience and I could feel his hammer start to go flaccid. This in and of itself was a wiz as I felt this suddenly unstructured snake unwind itself inside of me. Through my shaking I could suddenly feel a human hired hand on my ass boldness as the entire prepared to pull out. In the mirror I could see the handler, face obscured, holding a giant plug in his other hand. He teased the gymnastic horse dick out of my ass, but just as a downpour of cum from dissimilar beast was about to fall out, he shoved the plug into billet. It slid into me and the suction and size held it firmly against the tsunami inside of me.

I let out one finally 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 handlers to deplume me out and send me to clean up, I rocked back and Forth. I delighted in the jiggle of my pig out venter beneath me. The fullness was so fulfil ... I knew that plug was n't going anywhere anytime soon .