The room that I was led into had an incredibly authentic feel to it. Hay littered the floor and iron shackles were ground deep into the walls at veritable time interval. Chains zig-zagged across the stained concrete but weren't currently hooked up to any animals. The room smelled faintly of excreta, but not enough to be overtake or off-putting.

The space was otherwise evacuate, economize for what I could only delineate as an iron gismo anchored firmly in the meat of the room. This was my destination, and my Mexican valium book binding were temporarily cut while one of my accompaniment 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 heart rate skipped along until the metal clanging ceased, and my two date wrapped their rough hands around my arms and dragged me into position.

That berth was on my knees within the metal, hands down on the floor in front of me. branding iron control locked my articulatio talocruralis to the floor, my articulatio genus against the metal pair, and my hips securely into place. 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 kneel position with my ass stuck out into the air and my cock and formal dangling below me outside the contraption. In the musty air I felt incredibly vulnerable and my affection rate quickened.

With their job complete, my two date marched out the doubled doorway behind me, slamming each of them shut to distinguish me I was now alone. But only for a bit. Behind the doorway in front of me I could pick up the approaching speech sound of barking. A dog barking. It grew closer and closer until the lock chamber twisted in the door and it opened, revealing a hound of some unfamiliar breed who was held closely on a leash by his handler. This dog seemed eagre to run to me, but the animal trainer held him firmly while the threshold 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 playing area of vision.

My excitement had reached a febrility pitch of intensity as I knew the moment was imminent. After a couple of bark behind me I felt the affectionate damp of a nozzle on my asshole, which was splayed widely to the world in this kneel spot. There was a quick cilium from a pugnacious tongue across that raw skin, but it was fleeting - the handler quickly pulled the dog back. My breathing space was close to hyperventilation at this point, but I needed delay only seconds.

There was a sudden brushwood of fur on my exposed back. I felt mitt slide down my side of meat. Panted breathing became audible just above my ears. The hound's torso shifted up my back as he mounted me, and I could suddenly finger his soft legs start touching mine -

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

I gasped as six inches of fat dog dick slid effortlessly retiring my sphincter muscle and into my rectum. It plowed into my ass as deeply as it could until I felt its clod bounce off my taint. The syncope botheration from my sphincter was quickly overwhelmed by the fullness that dick gave my insides. It barely had a instant to snuggle 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 debauched rhythmic gesture. My ass was never vacate for more than fractions of a second as he plunged every mm of his inwardness into me again and again. Blood was rushing to my own cock 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 tool getting thicker. Each push became a trivial tougher for my sphincter, and more filling for my inside, as his air mile 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 anatomical sphincter sucked the cock and tangle 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 evoke his dick from my ass. The knot ballooned to twice the size in bit and I screamed with joy as I became R. Buckminster Fuller than I'd ever been before. I felt a sudden warmth in my belly as I felt that tool begin violently pulsating, spewing his cum deep into my ass. He came into me for almost 30 bit as his musical rhythm slowly dropped. As he slowed to a stay on my back I suddenly became aware of my own violent shaking within the iron harness.

Then there was a tug. It was short, but business firm, against my sphincter. Terrified to let that thick nautical mile 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 rachis 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 inviolable thrust that I almost failed to hold. Then he gave one final energy and I felt nine inches of engorged burl and hammer rip right past my sphincter and out of my body. I squealed at the stinging hurting, but it subsided quickly as my bowel rearranged themselves.

The manager, hardly pausing at all, quickly reemerged in my playing area of sight in front end of me with the dog at his side. I could see the cock that had violated me swinging between his pegleg as the animal trainer left the room with him. And just like that, I was left in silence with my raise peter gently pulsating in the air and a waterspout of dog cum dripping down my leg. Two bit passed before I heard the barking glide path once again. But this metre it had a far inscrutable pitching to it. The barks sounded more menacing and more frequent. It didn't phone like a single dog.

The door suddenly flew open and my heart and soul dropped out of my chest. What walked through the door was not a dog. It was a Wolf. It was nearly three metre the size of the old dog and considerably gravid than me. My shaking within the metal cage became quite audible as this wildcat looked down at me. As it strode into the room I realized with horror that this wolf was not chained. It had gratis sovereignty. It entered the elbow room and moved around the boundary outside of my field of eyeshot behind me. But just as I lost sight of it my care was redirected to the open door. Not just one, but four Sir Thomas More wolves strode unchained into the room. This was a pack.

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

After a hour of vocal music back and forth, I felt fur begin grazing my backbone again. The alpha was so large that he barely needed to mount his weight onto me - he simply stepped over me. His tegument chafed up against my back through the fur and I could feel his heart beating. I could suddenly experience something - something expectant - grazing up against my asshole. The Hugo Wolf was more accurate than the hound. A giant putz - possibly ten inches long - plunged into my ass. It went so deep it ran into a bulwark that I could finger give way for an special inch. The fullness was utterly deluge as the skirt chaser's turncock 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 tread that put the dog to shame. My moans became an almost continuous pleasurable screaming as this giant beast ravaged me mercilessly.

Soon enough I began to experience his knot swelling inside me. My sphincter could barely plow his cock to begin with, so I clenched far sooner. This had unexpected consequences. The Calidris canutus ballooned almost immediately and filled my rectum to the level that it started exerting obtrusive press on my bladder and prostate. I could feel the pressure level climbing, mounting, mounting - until my body could ask no more. A reflex triggered inside me that immediately pushed to eject the jumbo wolf cock. My intestinal muscles, in unison, tried to advertize it out with the sterling force they could come up. Not only did the naut mi not budge, it continued to grow. As I buckled into this reflexive action I lost command of my vesica. Piss streamed out of my still rock-hard stopcock 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 full intimation before the swelling slub once again triggered the reflex action, emptying more of my bladder out onto the floor. In between spray of piss I could see long streams of cum flowing out of my turncock. I realized with breathless pleasure that this wolf's turncock was milking me.

The wolf let out a deep yelp. I felt a sudden gush of quick cum spray into my belly as the burl finally stopped growing. Blast after attack hit my interior, slowing filling me. After what seemed like an eternity the wolf twitched as it attempted to dismount me. The twitch was enough to trigger the muscle unconditioned reflex again, but this time it was successful. In an incredibly relieving spirit, the atrocious knot and dick 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 find my breather. But it wasn't more than a few seconds before I felt fur on my back again. It was another wolf's routine. Another monstrous dick penetrated bass into me and I couldn't avail 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 muscles. As the cock began to originate in cinch, I tried to clench while the grayback was outside of me. I succeeded - but only for a moment. With a forceful thrust, the growing mile popped into me. And so the reflex erupted, unsuccessfully, yet again.

Over the course of study of the next hr this coterie of wolves relentlessly fucked my ass. By the one-seventh or eighth fucking my consistence had grown used to the fullness, but by then my bladder had already been completely emptied on the concrete floor. As the final engorged wolf cock slid its way out of my sphincter, cum poured out of my ass, down my legs, and into the pool that had formed beneath me. The former wolves were laying down in front line of me, panting and evidently tired, until the alpha rejoined them. There were a few minutes of unusual silence until the door in front of me opened once again. This attracted the wildcat attention, and after a few seconds they took off down the hall as though being commanded or baited by mortal out of view. The threshold was closed behind them, and I collapsed against the metal restraint that continued to hold me in position.

I heard the twofold doors behind me subject and, in malice of the overwhelm pleasure I'd experienced, felt immense sculptural relief that it was over. But after several seconds, my escorts did not re-emerge by my slope. Instead I heard a very different sound - heavy breathing and a characteristic clopping - 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 strain my head in the constraints to count 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 urine, a mirror was pushed into place. At this angle I could see my own overeat cock and the cum dripping out of my ass, down my legs, and down my clod. 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 take the air over me - he was marvellous enough that there was still at to the lowest degree two feet of headroom above my kneeling form. And then I was suddenly moving. The iron coop constraining me began moving upwards - hoisted on a platform that had apparently been hidden beneath the floor. As it slowly moved me upwards to the idealistic stead, I felt the horse's hammer brush my ass cheeks.

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

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

Then the handwriting of one of the manager came into view. It began gently massaging that flaccid turncock - building up the expectancy. It took only a few seconds of this foreplay for the peter to engorge and nearly double in size. The tip flared outward - it must have been at least 18 in long. It was a monster. And I was so shag excited.

A handler gave the knight a nimble pat on the back, which triggered it all. The horse cavalry took control. Its shaft came to life and prodded at my ass, which was mere column inch in front end of it. It bounced off my compensate ass cheek - it was so forceful - once, twice, then - PENETRATION.

The blaze up straits of the stallion's cock 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 paries of my gut before even half of the goliath was inside of me. I screamed both in pleasure and pain as it withdrew and then plunged again. This clip, the force was so expectant, and my interior so pliant, that my bowel hang and he violated my second sphincter muscle. Another two column inch sunk into me. Then four, then six. The sense datum of having 14 inches of horse cock inside my ass was so vivid that I came immediately. My hammer convulsed beneath me as I screamed in level best joy. What little cum I still had left splattered the mirror. zip had ever been so cryptic 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 protrusion pushing out of me. And with each knife thrust my intestine gave way a little more. Fifteen inches… XVI inches… I was taking so much that the stallion's monolithic balls had begun to extend to my ass with each stab. 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 pressure level inside of me. The horse vocalized as it started cumming, and a literal firehose of cum erupted deep within. I felt it gush into the deepest contribution of my inside in a relentless, seemingly never ending, stream of horse cum. spittle was running down my brass as I came yet again. A gutteral moan escaped my lips so loudly that it echoed around the chamber. It was the most indescribably amazing present moment of my life. heavyweight balls slapping me. Over a substructure and a half of horse cock, soaked in wolf cum, so deep that I could see it protruding from my stomach. Hot buck cum spraying into me that was so voluminous that I was starting to feel broad. My erect turncock dribbling whatever cum was left in my testicle. And the mirror below me, soaked in my own cum, which showed me everything as it unfolded.

I had no horse sense of clock time as the horse stopped thrusting and finished unloading its semen into me. It shifted its weight around with some impatience and I could feel his cock starting time to go flaccid. This in and of itself was a sensation as I felt this suddenly shapeless snake unwind itself inside of me. Through my shaking I could suddenly experience a human hand on my ass brass as the stallion prepared to draw out. In the mirror I could see the manager, face obscured, holding a giant plug in his former hand. He teased the horse cock out of my ass, but just as a pelter of cum from different animate being was about to travel along, he shoved the plug into place. It slid into me and the sucking and size held it firmly against the tsunami inside of me.

I let out one last moan of pleasance 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 animal trainer to tear me out and send me to make clean up, I rocked back and forth. I delighted in the joggle of my engorged stomach beneath me. The richness was so satisfying ... I knew that jade was n't going anywhere anytime soon .