The Tutor Chapter 1

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My first year of college was not going as well as every said it would. Most people claimed that awkward kids like me would blossom in college, and that did not really happen. The problem was partially with me. I had this idea in my head that college would fix everything without me ever having to try.

Needless to say, that didn’t happen. I barely made any friends, aside from a few acquaintances in my classes. My roommate, Chris, and I were pretty close, but he was always with his friend from high school, Nathan. So, most of the time I would hang out in my room alone, until Chris came home late at night and we’d talk for a bit before going to bed.

Not exactly the dream of the closest gay boy from a small southern town. I had dreamed of meeting the perfect guy here, but that did not seem likely anymore. First semester came and went like nothing happened, and I aced it with flying colors, despite my sour mood. I was majoring in Math, which I always excelled at. My academic achievement was no surprise, but I wish my personal achievements were equally as impressive.

When I came back from Christmas break, I decided I needed to do something, if not to make friends, then to at least pass the time. Last semester, my professor practically begged me to help tutor some seniors who were on their last semester and still needed this math credit to graduate. I always denied. I was not sure if I was the teacher type, but this semester I decided to exit my comfort zone.

My professor gave me the cellphone number of my first student, Michael Rosado. I knew who he was, or I had heard of him at least. He was the star football player, vice president of his fraternity, and member in my Tuesday/thursday 8 am math class, but he never showed up. However, he was a senior and an athlete who had tried this class twice already, and the university wanted him graduated out so he could maybe move on to professional football.

I was understandably nervous to tutor him. He was the king of the campus, but I had also heard he’s very nice, just a bit of a himbo, in the best way. Perhaps this would be a way for me to get to know someone interesting. I texted him about being his tutor, and to my surprise, he texted back quickly giving me a time and a place to meet him.

He wanted me to meet him at the campus gym at 8:30, which I thought was strange, but its not like I had anything better to do. As I arrived, I could see why he picked it. It was well lit, huge, and barely anyone was there at this hour, despite it being open 24/7 to all students.

Scanning my ID to get in, I wandered around the empty space before I saw him. I had to admit, he was breathtaking. At 6'2, he was busting with muscles. He wore a criminally thin tank top that was practically see-through, because it was wet with sweat. His arms might as well have been tree trunks, and his perfect pecs were barely retrained by his thin and soaked tank top. “Hey!” He said with a surprisingly warm and friendly smile. “You must be Drew, I’m Michael!”

He put out his hand for me to shake, and I shook it with a smile as I tried not to get lost in his gorgeous brown eyes. I had a thing for brown eyes. “Y-yes, thats me. I am here to tutor you.” I told him.

“Yes of course,” He said, taking his water pottle and squirting some water in his mouth. After swallowing, he smiled again, “I hope its ok we study here. No one is here, and my roommate’s an asshole, and the library sucks.” I nodded simply still struggling to find the words to say to such a god. Chuckling a bit, he waved for me to follow him, “Lets go to the locker room.”

Once in the locker room, I was able to be professional and start the session, only taking a few indulgent glances when he was working independently on a problem. After about thirty minutes, he sat back against the lockers. “Can we be done? This shit is hard.”

“It may be easier if you came to class,” I said back, and he chuckled a bit. I then cracked a small smile too. He was easy to talk too. “Besides, I have tutor you for an hour, those are the rules or I don’t get the stipend.”

“Stipend? You get paid for this?” He asked curiously.

“Ten bucks an hour,” I replied. It was a small amount, to be sure, but it was something, and we were supposed to do at least three sessions a week. It also looked good on a resume.

“Damn, thats nothing, and here I have you coming out at fucking 9 o'clock in a gym,” he sighed, “Sorry bro.”

“Its fine,” I said, honestly not bothered by it at all, especially if it meant seeing him all hot and pumped in just a tank top. “Besides, my roommate’s friend is probably staying in our dorm tonight and they stay up all night and use all the hot water in the dorm.”

Michael nodded and laughed a bit. He looked at me, almost mischievously, and then stood up, his tall figure of pure muscle walking over to the other bench with his bag. “Can we at least take a break?” I nodded, and then, he peeled off his tank top and threw it on his bag. “I am going to take a shower, I’ll be back.” He then stepped into the showers, leaving me alone.

When I heard the water come on, I stared over at his sweaty, still wet tank top on his bag. It was almost calling to me. I slowly walked over and picked it up, lifting it to my nose and inhaling the deep musky scent of this perfect man. I could feel myself getting hard at the scent, and craving more of it. I did not know this was something I would be into, but the boner doesn’t lie.

Before I could take another whiff, I could hear footsteps, so I tossed the tank top back on the bag and saw Michael, in only a towel at the entrance to the showers. He leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, which only accentuated his pecs and chiseled abs. “Bro, you should hop in, the water is hot, and if your roommate is going to use the hot water.”

I nodded hesitantly and he turned to go back in. Stripping my clothes off, I looked at my slim pale figure in the mirror. Not exactly the Hercules that I would be accompanying, but there was no changing that now.

Stepping into the communal showers, I noticed all of the shower heads were on, causing a think layer of steam to spread, making it almost hard to see. I could see his broad figure in the distance though as I stepped under a shower head and began to wash myself. I felt a bit more comfortable, knowing that he could not see me. As I washed, I heard him say, “Ten bucks an hour is bullshit. You need way more to deal with my dumb ass.”

I laughed a bit, “You’re not dumb, you just need to try harder, but I would never complain for a little bit more,” I smiled as I kept washing up.

“You deserve something more,” He responded and I simply agreed, before it got quite again, save for the water rushing through the shower heads. All of the sudden, I almost jumped when I felt a strong large hand glide onto my abdomen, followed by another hand. A lustful warmth filled my chest, as I knew it was him. He then pulled be back so that the back of my body was pressed up against his strong torso, and he whispered into my ear, “Maybe I could give you something more. Say something if you want me to stop.”

I couldn’t have made me talk if you put a gun to my head. I did not want to say anything that may make him stop. He lightly kissed my neck, which almost made me weak in my knees. “I know this is forward, but I could tell you were staring and I needed a new boy. My last one graduated last fall.”

His hands kept exploring my body, and I swear if he laid a finger in my rock hard dick I would have exploded with a huge blast of cum instantly, but he didn’t. “I-I’m a virgin,” I said back, not sure if I was ready to have full on sex yet.

He turned me around so I could actually see him, his sexy body covered in water from the shower, and his gorgeous face only inches from mine. “Don’t worry about that. We won’t rush anything.” He handed me a bad of soap and I nodded. I began washing off his perfect chest, feeling every rock hard inch of his god-like muscles.

“Y-you said new boy. What do you mean?” I could have sworn I heard he’d been dating, like, eight girls last semester. This man was not gay.

As I kept washing off his torso, probably taking more time then necessary he replied, “I always keep a boy, sometimes two, to take care of my needs. Between girls breaking up with me or playing games, they just aren’t consistent ways to get off. So, I have a boy that is loyal to just me. Besides, boys are better fucks.”

I listened and my heart skipped a beat. I knew he did not mean boyfriend, but honestly, this was just as good with me. Getting experience in sex with the hottest guy maybe ever. It was a good deal, but I wanted to know more. “What do I get out of the deal?”

He laughed and then took the bar of soap and started washing my torso. Feeling his strong hands almost made me moan, but I held it in, fearing it would ruin my bargaining power. “First, you get all of this. Pretty much everyday or every way you want it. I am pretty sexually active. Two, you get anything else I can offer you. Party invitations, gifts, protection if necessary, anything. Three, you get a great friend. I can’t date you, but that doesn’t mean I won’t care about you. We just can’t go public. And four, you can keep that tank top you were smelling, as well as any of my other sweaty clothes.”

I thought for a moment, pretty much in love with this deal that felt like a dream come true. “Let me have your sweaty underwear, and you have a deal.”

He laughed before leaning in to kiss me, which made my chest feel like it was going to explode. “Bold of you to assume I wasn’t going to make you sniff it anyway.” He teased. “Now, I know you’re a virgin, so I do not want to push you. Lets start slow.”

Taking my soapy hand, he pulled it down so my hand was resting on his cock. I couldn’t see it through all the steam, but it felt huge. Certainly bigger than mine, and it was still growing as it was in my hand. Reaching around me, his soapy hand went to my ass and I could feel him slip a finger in.

“Oh fuck,” I surprised myself with my whine-like moan, but it just felt so good.

“C'mon boi, do you part,” He teased and I nodded. Pushing my ass back so my back was arched, more of his finger slipped inside of me, causing me to moan again. Meaning, I began to used my right hands to slowly stroke his cock, my left hand leaning on him for balance. “Thats it,” he moaned softly.

Closing my eyes, my body exploded with pleasure as he quickly thrusted his finger in and out of me. It felt better than I imagined, and he certainly knew what he was doing. Moan after whiney moan escaped my lips, but I think it only turned him on more. I tried to concentrate on stroking his cock but the pleasure was so distracting.

Still, I stroked his cock back and forth, the soap working as lube as I gently played with the head, causing yet another soft moan to escape his lips. “Harder,” he growled, which only turned me on more.

I started stroking him faster, causing him to moan again. Meanwhile he pumped his finger hard and faster, only driving me closer to the edge. I was already close when he picked up the pace, but now, it was only second away.

It felt like a punch in the chest, but somehow in a good way. “Oh fuck!” I yelled, shooting my load and almost loosing my stance as my knees buckled, lucky he caught me. Still pumping his fingers in and out, he held me as I kept squiring out cum.

“Good boy,” he cooed, which only made the whole thing hotter. Soon, my orgasm passed, and I was able to retake my original stance. He was the first guy who had ever gotten me off. Now, I needed to do the same for him. He removed his fingers from my ass, and I took my other hand and also wrapped it around his cock.

It was so long that both of my hands would fit and I think I was getting him close as I stroked back and forth, adjusting speeds occasionally to increase his pleasure. “Keep your hands still boi,” he ordered and I did as I was told.

Putting his hands behind his head, revealing his perfect hairy pits, I tightened my grip on his dick a bit, before he began thrusting his cock into my hand. Damn it was so hot. I struggled to keep my hands still as his powerful hips kept thrusting. “Oh fuck!” He moaned, thrusting his hips faster into my hand, and I could feel his massive cock throbbing each time.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he got lost in the rut of fucking my hands. Something felt good about giving him pleasure, and having him barely pay attention to me. Of course, when he complimented that was hot, but it was also hot knowing that such a powerful man was receiving pleasure from me and he just expected it.

I could see his muscle tense up a bit, and I could feel his dick throb harder, so I knew it was coming. “Oh my fucking god,” he moaned thrusting harder before his hips froze and I could feel a huge blob of cum hit me. I took this opportunity to started stroking on his dick again, causing him to moan out again, his muscles still tensing and untesening. As I kept stroking him, I could feel spurt after spurt of thick cum hit me.

After almost a whole minute of me stroking his orgasming cock, I could tell his climax was over and I slowed to a stop. With his hands still on his head, I dove my face into his left arm pits inhaling the scent. I could fee his right hand grip my hair and pull my head back, my tongue still out and every thing. Leaning in to breathlessly kiss me, he laughed, “Thats enough of that boy. I have corrupted you enough today. Get washed up, we have math to do.”

Hi guys and dadys, today is April 18.

I have been locked up for a month and a few weeks in quarantine.

I am an artist (illustrator and tattoo artist) it is a difficult situation, I would like to find a sugar daddy or a patron who supports me financially. Currently my computer I work with has broken …

Uhhhhh I need a new one

A harvest of dubious crops (implied nsfw)

Warnings: smut, oral

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• Jack and Spot always tried hiding their relationship with one another
• The only time they’d ever get alone time together was at night
• Jack always sneaking over, meeting Spot under the bridge
• This day in particular it seemed that both boys were filled with frustration
• It quickly turned into a fight for dominance between the two
• Even with Spot being shorter than the Manhattan leader he got Jack beat
• Jack immediately melted and gave in the second Spot’s lips touched his 
• The kiss quickly became heated when Jack ran his fingers through Spot’s hair
• Pulling him in closer, both of their tongues exploring the other’s mouth
• Spot seemed unable to hold back 
• His throbbing length aching for relief
• He grabbed a fist full of Jack’s hair
• Pushing him down to his knees while his free hand undid his pants
• Spot hardly gave Jack anytime to part his lips before his pushed his length all the way in
• Feeling Jack gag around him only made Spot groan
• His hips started to buck quickly
• Jack’s continuous gagging seemed to only make Spot go quicker
• Spot’s head was thrown back, moans and profanities slipping through his parted lips
• Jack couldn’t help but moan at how rough Spot was being with him
• There was no doubt his jaw would be sore the following morning
• But Jack couldn’t stop himself from cumming even though he hadn’t been touched
• He whimpered around Spot’s length only sending him over the edge seconds later
• To say the least the next day all the newsies were confused over Jack continuously rubbing his jaw 
• And there was no mistaking the stain that had stayed in his pants

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It was a cold winter night at your handler’s place, you were waiting in the living room as he prepared himself. Your handler has been looking forward to this all month, the night where the club was hosting their big Christmas party. This year the club decided to forgo their VIP late-night get together and instead open it up to the public.

The VIP members coordinated it all out and of course, they volunteered their subs to be part of the festive entertainment one way or another. Your handler and the rest of the VIP doms were staying very secretive about what they were planning, making sure to organize well outside of yours or anyone’s wandering ears. All that you could gather from snippets of heavily coded conversations was that it was going to be big and that after thanksgiving your handler took you to get professionally measured again.

As you kept pondering over the facts and your theories, the bedroom door handle rattled open as your handler emerged. You were taken aback by what you saw. Instead of any of his normal dominator outfits of pure black leather pants, vest, gloves, biker cap, and metal accessories he was festive.

He was wearing a green with a gold trim vest and matching green booty shorts. On his head was a green pointed cap and upon each ear was a prosthetic ear mold that made them look pointed. 

In your surprise, you almost let loose a bark of laughter but stifled it into an unconvincing cough. Your handler just stood there, not breaking his pose nor demeanor. He waited until you realized how much of a mistake you were making and composed yourself before saying, “If I look this ridiculous now, just imagine what’s in store for you.”

That statement quieted you real quick as your mind began racing to figure out what exactly was in store for you. Whatever it was, it wasn’t going to start at his place because your handler promptly ushered you to the front door, into the frigid cold.

You sat in the passenger seat as he drove you to the club. It was almost six o’clock but from what scarce information you could get out from the festive celebration planning committee, this event started at four in the evening and was scheduled to go all night long. When you arrived at the club the line was already snaking around the corner.

Your handler drove by towards the separate staff and VIP member’s lot. As he pulled in, you saw more than a half dozen other couples mingling around their cars. As the car light passed over them you saw the row of doms in the identical elf outfits next standing next to their own normal clad subs. From just the briefest of glances of the way the subs held themselves and how close they clung to their partner’s side, you knew that they were as much in the dark as you.

Once you and your handler got out, everyone started to group up and move towards the main entrance. All of you walked past as the bouncers let you all in with a smile and a nod. Past the doors, you were welcomed to a wintery wonderland.

Wreaths were hung on every door, the banisters and barstools were wrapped in garlands of holly, club remixed Christmas music was playing over the speakers and all of the club’s furniture was dusted with a layer of fake snow. The place almost looked warm and wholesome. If it was not that at every other table were club models standing or posing while wearing nothing but ribbon, some tinsel, and a strategically placed bow.

‘This must have taken all day to get into place.’ you thought to yourself as you and the rest of the subs took in the sights of the decorations. In the packed club, you saw that the guests were in a mix of festive clothes and traditional kink gear. 

Your handler stepped out in front, no longer looking out of place in his elf outfit, and said, “Over here, we have a special job for you all” as he and the other doms led the far end of the club to the backstage door.

Stepping through that door you were welcomed to a bit of kinky normality as the presence of the festive music faded away to be replaced with the sights and sounds of the club’s backroom.

A slew of stagehands was dashing around helping models with their makeup while attaching and fixing their ribbon and tinsel wrappings as a handful of others were running through the hallway barking and relaying various status updates about the lights, inventory from the bar, and orders from the kitchen. Then off in the corner, the other staff and bartenders were sitting down, eating their bagged lunch, and enjoying their breaks

One of the headsets wearing stagehands hurriedly approached the group with his eyes darting between your handler and his clipboard as he started to count the people, “one, two… four five..six… seven and you. Are these for the-”

“Ah ah ahh~,” your handler said, cutting him off with a mock playful voice while bringing his finger to his lips.

The stagehand paused for a moment, mouth agape, before rolling his eyes and correcting himself, “… for the ‘special surprise’?” in an exaggerated tone.

“Yes, they are,” your handler beamed in a childish grin.

“…Fine,’ The stagehand signed before turning his attention towards the subs, “come along ‘helpers’, we need you in the makeup room.” Walking away as he snapped his fingers to a few stagehands walking by to get their attention. “..and for you all” as he turned back to address the doms “You guys can go back on to the floor, just don’t cause a scene.”

“No promises.” your handler replied with a wink as they departed back to the club. 

The makeup room was empty. All the furniture and mirrors were pushed to the side to make room for the eight huge boxes laid out in a semicircle in the middle of the room, each one gifted wrapped in green paper and a golden ribbon bow onto each one. 

You waited a moment, eyes locked on the boxes, waiting to see if anything would jump out from them. Sensing the hesitation from the group, the head stagehand let out an impatient sigh, “Do you guys not know a present when you see one? Honestly, I don’t know what your doms put you through… Go on, open them! Chop chop!”

Letting down your guard a bit you broke away from the group to slowly approach the box in the middle with your name on the tag, you tore away decorative paper, removing the cover to peer inside. You were met with a distinct shine and shimmer of freshly minted latex, neatly folded inside the box.

Confusion mounted as your hands reached out to grab the material, lifting it up and allowing it to unfold as you brought it up to eye level. It was a full body catsuit. A brand new going from neck to feet with gloves, a ball pouch, and cock sleeve. 

Looking at it, you could tell that this was the result of the measurement session your handler scheduled for you. Looking back in the box you saw a high quality leather pony-like hood, with black glassy lenses for the eyes, and sockets on top of the head. Rested under that were some sticks and some bands for harnesses.

“Yes yes yes,”  the head stagehand said, “Your Christmas gifts came early this year. All right bitches, strip down and suit up!”

On cue the stagehands sprung into action, grabbing gloves and bottles of lube on a shelf by the front door. They paired off with a sub, exchanging the bottle of lube for the sub’s clothes, folding them up, and placing them neatly aside. After that they went back to assist the subs to get evenly covered before helping them into the suits, making sure everything slid in the right places. 

As you slid into yours, it was no surprise that the catsuit was perfectly made for you in every way but looking around at the others how they broke away stagehands to examine at themselves with amazement, flexing their arms and wiggling their toes and stroking their dicks in disbelief at how well the suits fit them.

Each stagehand switched out the gloves and pulled out a pocket-sized bottle of latex shiner and a blue rag, the smell of the shiner filled the air as they poured it on their cloth. They were diligent in making sure each one of the subs was properly polished to a mirror shine. When the helpers were done, eight shiny subs were awkwardly looking at each other as they stood next to their christmas presents. 

The staff allowed you all that moment of inspecting their bodies before they soldiered on, taking the equine-ish hoods out, and began the process of helping each sub to put it on. The mask’s hole was a tight fit but after a push, your head rushed through as you were greeted by the sensation of your own hot breath bouncing back from your hood and onto your lips and your nostrils filling with the scent of new leather. Your stagehand took an extra moment of wiggling and adjusting the hood, making sure the eyes and mouth aligned up perfectly with the holes before letting go.

As this was happening you heard the slightly muffled barks of the head stagehand, “Make sure there are no gaps between the neck and the hoods, especially with Baldur over there. I don’t want this show or these costumes ruined because we had to peel him out of it if he starts breaking out later in the night!”

Once all the leather hoods were on and properly fastened on to the standards of the production manager, the stagehands went back to the boxes pulling out a pair of jet black antlers. Your head and shoulders sagged as you let out a groan, realizing what the big secret surprise was.

You bent your knees and bowed your head to assist your helper as he fastened the accessories with a push and twist onto your hood.

Following that you heard the manager say, “looks good, look good, but let’s step it up. Curtain time’s almost here and I do NOT want to keep the big man nor the guest waiting a minute more than they have to.”

At that comment, the stagehands redoubled their pace as they went back to the opened boxes and scooped up the black leather straps in their arms. Now that they were no longer obscured by the catsuit, hood, and antlers you saw that every single one was lined with bright shiny golden bells with matching metal hoops. Lifting your arms out, you allowed the stagehand to fasten the chest harness, biceps, forearms, thigh, and calf straps onto you.  

When everything was done, eight black and gold shiny glinting reindeers stood in the room. As you examined the others it was almost impossible to identify the subs underneath the hoods and gear. 

“Looking good, looking good. Alright reindeers, move out! We need you at this stage now. Let’s go…. MUSH!” the head stagehand said, waving his clipboard, motioning all of you out the door and into the hallway. 

A small symphony of bells rang from the room as all of you filed out into the backstage hallway and past the group of workers, all paused to stare at the parade of reindeer marching towards the main stage. Hearing bartenders and models’ murmurs you tried to keep your head up and eyes forward. Approaching the stage, you saw what everyone was trying to hide.

The stage that was normally reserved for the night’s pole dancers and strippers has been redecorated to fit the festive theme of the rest of the club on the other side of the curtain.

The stripper poles were all covered in the same garlands of holy, spiraling from the ceiling to the floor. Fake fluffy snow carpeting the floor with plastered snowman statues scattered around the snowy banks.

White wooden arches were placed at the beginning and end of a cleared-off path that led from the one side of the stage, circling to the main prop in the center stage, then ending on the other side. The centerpiece of it all was a giant red and gold sleigh. Looking at it, you hoped that it was either not meant to be pulled or not that heavy. 

“So here are my trusty reindeers for the Big Night. Just look at them all!” said a man with a booming voice. Even before turning your head, but doing so out of respect, you knew who he was, the owner of the club. Your eyes set on him and you instantly realized what role he was going to play tonight. 

He was decked out in a long red and white coat with matching pants, a belt with a huge published belt buckle, and shiny black boots. His coat was wide open, exposing his board and chiseled torso and a red and black harness sitting on his chest.  On top of his head was a Santa hat. 

“I thank each and every one of you for being volunteers for tonight’s event,” he continued, addressing all of the Reindeers. “I’ve wanted to do this for years, just never had the resources to pull it off until now,” he said with genuine joy in his voice as the stagehands were busy dashing around him and the stage, carrying out the last few fixes as another carried a huge burlap bag to behind the sleigh as another handed him a black leather flogger.

“Alright that’s everything” proclaimed the head stagehand, “help our reindeers into their spots. Places everyone!” 

Eight stagehands peeled away from the group to help direct you and the rest of the subs to the front as they began to attach the black straps from the sleigh to the harnesses. Once everyone was in position and double-checked by the stage manager he spoke something into his headset. A few moments later the bumping Christmas club music faded away as the DJ’s voice spoke over the sound system.

“Merry Christmas cretins, I hope you all are getting into the Christmas spirit as well as enjoying the Christmas spirits!” A roar of buzzed cheers rose up as an answer.

“Ok, ok, well let’s get ready for our main event.” the DJ continued, “We have a very special guest tonight. The club had to pay extra for rush delivery but he’s worth every penny. Gentlemen, I have the great honor to introduce, all the way from the North Pole, Father Christmas and his reindeers!”

The crowd exploded with excitement as the stage curtain rose. From behind you, you heard the club owner’s microphoned voice let out a hearty “HO! HO! HO!” that dwarfed the crowd’s reaction “MERRY CHRISTMAS!”

You could only guess that the owner was waving his hand to the people since the subs were explicitly ordered to keep their head forward and ‘act as reindeer-ish as possible’ whatever that meant. 

Per your orders you kept your eyes forwards, looking at all guests excitedly slamming their fists on the tables. As you watched the chaos, you saw your handler and the other elf doms weaving through handing out drink tokens. As this was all happening you were grateful that no one could identify you were right now and that all of the guests were at their tables and you were a good distance away on the stage. 

After a few minutes, the DJ continued to say, “Of course, no Santa visit would be complete without pictures and presents! Which is why we are encouraging all of our guests to make their way to the stage to meet the big man of Christmas himself! All we ask is to be careful of Santa’s reindeer, they’re a bit skittish from their long flight, so please, restrain yourself to only light groping at this time.”

Your heart dropped at that, as that one bit of comfort and security of the night got pulled from under you. From what you saw out of the corner of your eye, the reindeer to your left started twitching his head left and right. You figured he and possibly the rest of your herd was going through the same realization. 

At once all of the club guests got up from their seats and made their way to the right hand side of the stage, where one of the elf workers corralled them in a somewhat orderly line.

The line started at one of the wooden arches, halfway between you and the sleigh which meant you were forced to stand at attention as every single club member waited next to you in line. 

“I wonder who’s who under there”
“Look at all that gear, they really went all out”

“Wow they got real sleigh bells, you can hear them jiggle”

“Oh you can see which ones are totally erect right now, I see you little calf.”
“We should sign you up for this next year”

“I wonder if they’re plugged under there” 

The line moved slowly as each person was let through the arches, with the coordination of another elf worker. From what you could hear, the club owner was welcoming each one, asking if they have been naughty or nice this year, followed by stagehand instructing them on their placement, then a flash of light.

From your left, you saw the guest then walk off the stage with their photo and a heavy gift bag with a cock shaped candy cane sticking out much to the excited murmurs of those in line.

The first few were too mesmerized by the experience and presents that they neglected reindeers on the left hand side but as the line progressed the leaving members made sure to give plenty of attention to the other half of the herd.

For the better part of an hour that was all that happened in the club as all you stood there as the guests ogled at you, talked to themselves, and stayed thru to their word to keep the groping of your body to a relatively light amount

Eventually, the line began to thin out and then finally ended as everyone got their photos and presents from Santa. 

As the last guest returned to their table the DJ’s voice spoke through the sound system yet again, “Well it looks like Santa has to go but as an extra present to all the good boys here, he’s leaving his reindeers here for some ‘reindeer games’”

The crowd went wild. 

With that comment four of the original elf doms that you came in with walked on stage, pulling wheeled wooden pillory in each hand, as a fifth was carrying out piles of soapboxes as they started to line them up. The club began to move up from their seats to make their way back on stage.

Adrenaline pumping you saw that each pillory was fitted with a curved stick that held a bundle of fresh mistletoe right above the center hole.


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The Pig Show (Part 2)

It has been eight months since Tobin took you out to the first adventure of unabashedly gorging in a public place at the All you can eat buffet on behalf of The Pig Show.

 After recovering from the night’s massive food coma Tobin excitedly described the whole event as a ‘rousing success. Following that party, Tobin soon started incorporating more and more trips to all-you-can-eat buffets and other high calorie plate packing restaurants into your normal feeding shows. Tobin was able to jury-rig some phone gear, battery packs, and go pros to live broadcast those eating sessions at the restaurants as live streams.

Following that advancement Tobin started experimenting with you and the show; weight-shaking tutorials, tips and tricks for the best feeding results, and casual talks where he talked to the viewers in a Q&A format after you slipped away in your frequent food coma. 

All that innovation and content caused the viewer and community to grow in size, to the point where you and Tobin were starting to get noticed by the super heavyweights of the greater online gainer scene. The Pig Show was getting popular enough to start picking up sponsorships for some whey shake companies and afford to do some ‘food vacations’ and vlogs along the way.

As The Pig Show’s online presence grew, so did your own body. The toll of the redoubled and extra feeding streams for the show along was the more intimate personal gorging with Tobin starting to show now. 

Your face started to fill out and then blossomed as your double chin developed from a shadow of potential to a full time permanent addition to your face. Your arms and legs thickened up as your ass ballooned beneath you.

But out of all of it, your gut experienced the most radical change. The constant fatty food feasts and Tobin constantly pushing you to the limit, resulted in a stomach stretching out to accommodate all of the food packed into it. Between that and the thick layer of soft flab that encased it from the outside, Tobin and the viewers quickly started calling it the ‘half ton tank’ but the way it jiggled and inflated after a feeding session. 

As your body naturally expanded by the Tobin The Pig Show, Tobin stepped in and made some executive decisions to modify your body as well, now a pair of thick golden rings were pierced through your nipples. After you popped a strained shirt button during a live stream at another all-you-can-eat restaurant Tobin loudly commented to the chat that he was going to commemorate the experience by getting your almost buried belly button pierced the next day.

The summer months ended. The holiday was quickly approaching, and Tobin was well aware of that. Much to your dismay Tobin announced that he had to go away for his family for Thanksgiving, leaving you alone at your place for Thursday evening with a few plates of store bought prepared thanksgiving meals to eat by yourself.

Later that night, as you were watching T.V was when you received a series of exciting texts from Tobin, informing you that he had a big surprise for you. He ordered you to head over to his place late tomorrow morning. As you went to sleep your mind began racing about the cryptic order as you absentmindedly rubbed your gut you realized that without Tobin there to push you further past your limits, you felt a bit less full than you could be. 

Come Friday morning you received an early morning text from Tobin, ordering you to not eat a single bite before you made your way to his place. Confused and aroused you sat in your small, and shrinking apartment, surrounded by cabinets packed with snacks as your stomach growled away. With nothing to do except watch the hours creep by, you finally received the all clear to head over. Making sure to wear the next size up sweatpants and baggy shirt, you lumber out of your apartment and ease into your car as you head towards ‘something special’, all the while staying completely erect. 

Rushing the best you could through the packed streets of Black Friday traffic you eventually made it to Tobin’s place. After catching a bit of your breath from climbing the stairs, you approached the front door. The first chime barely had time to finish its sound off before the door swung open as Tobin appeared, grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, and pulled you inside.

Once stumbling inside you finally saw what got Tobin in such a rare mood. Tobin rearranged his entire living room by moving his dining table to be perpendicular to the sofa, where you sat and were subjugated to countless feeding sessions. 

On the table was an entire spread of Thanksgiving leftovers. Mountains of tupperware, tin foil, wrapped dishes, and plates. Right at the head of the table was a serving tray with a set of silverware. 

Looking over the table in astonishment, you saw Tobin beaming back at you. He enthusiastically explained that his family always holds huge thanksgiving dinners with his extended family. Through his silvery tongue, he was able to persuade most of them to let him take home the leftovers, and now it was going to be your responsibility to pack away. From right now, through the long weekend, until it is all finished. 

Taking in all the food and aroma, while processing the fact that Tobin will make sure to be good on his word, your mouth started to water as your dick tented against the sweatpants. You were about to make his first step towards the feast before Tobin stopped you. 

“Oh, not quite yet piggy. We have to make sure that we have plenty of documentation before you and your gut deal damage to the table” he said as he retrieved his phone from his pocket. ”And you need to be properly dressed.” With a slight groan at the impediment, you agreed and quickly started the process of stripping down to reveal your now signature pink piggy jock. Tobin took the traditional side and front photo of ‘your tank completely empty’ before he allowed you to make your way to the sofa.

Whether planned or not, you had to try your best to gracefully squeeze in between the wooden table and the sofa before you could perform a controlled crash onto the couch cushion that has a permanent impression of your wide ass.

Tobin was busy taking a few more shots of the mountain range of food and some of you at the head of it all before sending it out to The Pig Show’s social media accounts before he turned his greedy eyes on you as he picked up your tray, a serving spoon and started scooping the reheated food.

There was moist turkey, seasoned stuffing, fluffy mashed potatoes, perfectly prepared squash, warm rolls, boiled potatoes drowning in butter, piled on with sour cream, chives, and crispy bacon, homemade cranberry sauce, and sweet potatoes with a layer of marshmallows.

He slowly prowled through the table going up and down each side of the table, making a show to carefully select what food to pile higher and higher on your serving tray. Once he was satisfied with the mini mountain of food, he finally made his way back to you, stopping to stand right over you as he held the tray above your head. There he waited until you looked up to him from your spot on the sofa.

Tobin just stared back with steely eyes as you were moments away from you starting to gorge yet again. The combination of the smell of the leftovers and your empty stomach caused you to become crazed with impatience. Your eyes darted between the tray, to Tobin, the rest table then back to the tray as you licked your lips with anticipation.

With a loud growl that from your stomach your lips formed the start of begging before Tobin smirked and lowered the tray down to the table, allowing you to begin.

You started eating between Tobin’s presence and the hunger from your stomach, eating was practically an automatic response. In your own acquired wisdom of the past eating sessions, you started at a moderate speed, pacing yourself with all the food ahead of you. As you steadily worked through the full tray with mouthful after mouthful of home cooked goodness. You saw from the corner of your eye you saw Tobin fish out his phone again, as the flashed started snapping pictures of video clips of your feasting. The moment after you took your last bite from the first place, Tobin swooped in to scoop up the tray and start the process of refilling the tray again.

With the start of the second and the third tray of food, Tobin came in to provide more intimate interactions, by whisperings encouragement, telling you what to eat next, followed up with comments on how good the leftover dishes were, as well as reading aloud the outpour of online comments that people saying about you. All that was fuel for you to power through to eat more and more of what was on your plate.

By the fourth plate, Tobin was getting handsy. He started feeling your moobs while tugging on your nipple rings as you ate. Moving down his fingers started skating across your gut, running up and down the stretch marks and gently pressing on your stomach, to see how much room you had left.

“Oh looks like piggy’s almost at his limit,” Tobin muse as he pressed down again, “let’s see how much we can pack in before you throw in the towel” as he lightly made his way to your groin.

Wiggling and snaking his hand between your thick thighs and encroaching gut Tobin eventually he reached your pink piggy jock and your erect cock that was buried under it all. While one hand was rubbing on your groin Tobin pressed his body against your filling torse as his other hand went back to exploring the rest of your body.

That sent your body into overdrive. 

He kept his stroking, groping, and teasing in perfect rhythm as you continued eating. If you slowed down, Tobin would step up and redouble his efforts to make sure you keep up the pace. The persistence of his hands and his words teasing caused you to power through with your eating more than you did the night before.

As you were about to reach the end of the fourth massive plate was when the strain of your stomach and cock became too much. Between bites, you let out a groan and a full-body shudder as your cock erupted through your jock. 

After that climax, you start to feel winded as you begin to feel your lust-fueled gluttonous ambition begin to fade, leaving you to recognize the bulk of food, leaving you with the weight of the action resting inside of you.  With your energy starting to fade, you placed your fork on the tray as you dropped your arms to your side, too busy basking in the afterglow of your orgasm.

Tobin wormed himself free from under your gut, examined his hands before wiping his hand on your stomach before reaching for the fork. to scoop up a bit of the mashed potatoes.

“Now now, don’t waste a drop of food,” as he scooped up some mashed potatoes, “here comes the airplane~,” as he brought the fork up to your lips. Spent and too tired to protest, eyes dazed, you just parted lazily and opened your mouth. From there you allowed Tobin to continue to spoon feed you, forcing you to power through the rest of the plate.

Once completed Tobin got up from the sofa and made his way to the kitchen. A few minutes later he returned with a tin of apple pie, a tub of ice cream, and a bottle of baby oil. He delivered a dessert victory lap with an extra-large slice of pie with more than generous scoops of vanilla ice cream on top. 

From there Tobin allowed you to relax on the couch as you slurped the ice cream and pie as he started applying the slick oil all over your sensitive and distended stomach. As you swallowed the last bite of dessert you soon gave into the familiar allure of the food coma right there on the sofa.

A few hours passed when you finally stirred awake. After slowly opening your eyes, you noticed that Tobin was busy. He removed all the serving dishes that you demolished before and fixed your tray with another heaping helping of Thanksgiving leftovers. Looking down it looked like Tobin had fun with your passed-out body as well, judging by the load of cum that ran down your extended gut.

As you looked around the living room, you saw Tobin in the kitchen, glued to his phone as he was nibbling on a meager ham sandwich and chips. He quickly noticed you and put the food away as turned his attention to you

“Hey you, you’re finally awake,” Tobin said with a smile. 

“Your content has been spreading like wildfire online, so many people are rooting and cheering you on. They all want to see you finish his table of leftovers,” as he gestured to the remainder of the food on the table.

“And I intend to show them that final result.” he followed up as he approached the table with the trusty serving spoon in his hand and the reignited glint in his eye.

With a satisfied groan of an acknowledgment as you struggled to learn yourself forward for the next wave of feeding.

“Other locals were even asking about your food disposal services for their thanksgiving leftovers…. They’ll be over shortly” 

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Charles was sitting in his car, nervously drumming the steering wheel as he had his eyes locked on the entrance of the local dive bar. Charles was a tall, lean and muscular blue shark with silver metallic running up and down his chest and arms while his tail had bioluminescent red stripes running across his tail. He was in jeans, his favorite t-shirt and was fiddling with his recently stylized white hair from the rearview mirror. He had been sitting in his car for the past ten minutes watching the bar from his spot on the next street over, building up his confidence as well as running through everything that led up to this moment. 

It was really stupid, honestly. It started after one too many lonely Friday nights, Charles noticed a new post on a long dead local branch of a BDSM online forum. It came from a user simply called, ‘Red’ and it read, “New Dom to the area, recently moved, finally settled down in this location and ready to jump start the local kink scene.” It was only a few days old but still months more recent than the other post of someone begging for attention. Mid-fapping session Charles’s curiosity and horniness got the better of him and decided to follow up with Red, with private messages. Red responded quickly and soon he and Charles started talking. After a quick introduction and run down, things really hit it off as Red started probing Charles about preferences and kinks. The shark was new to the scene in real life but wanted to try a bit of everything, and told Red so.

Red picked up on that immediately as he shifted to proposing ideas and scenarios from mild to the extreme to the shark. By chance or skill each and every scenario mentioned pushed Charles’s most deviant buttons. Through a combination of lust and excitement, Charles kept divulging more and more wilder interest and deeper desires, ping ponging between sex submission, gear, toys, outfits, and outings. 

All the while Red just listened to Charles’s wishes, while asserting and confirming that all those things could easily be done in person and more. From the way, Red kept answering and talking it was clear he had experience, mastery with what he talked about and kept dropping hints that he practiced or was practicing these scenarios with others as Charles talked to him. After weeks of talking, discussing, hashing out, brainstorming ideas Charles finally brought up the courage to ask to meet in person.

One workweek later Charles was pulling up to the bar that Red decided to give the shark a set of instructions once he got there.

Checking his watch, the nervous shark realized that if he was to idle in his car any longer he would be in danger of being late. At the last possible moment, Charles turned off his car, double checked that he had his phone and wallet in his pant’s pocket, and crossed the street to head into the meet-up point.

Walking through the door, Charles was met with the distinct combination of cigar smoke, spilled beer, and men. His eyes then confirmed what his nose and Charles’s own previous internet investigation already told him, It was a dive bar. It was almost perfect in its design, layout, decoration, and even down to the patrons of this place. Big men sat at tables scattered around the floor or stationed at the bar. Every one of them was nursing their beers while actively and aggressively not paying attention to anyone else at the bar.

Being mindful to lift his finned shark tail a bit higher in the air, to avoid it touching the floor, Charles made his way to the bartender. The bartender was a large scarred and grizzled brown grizzly bear and only welcomed the young shark with a stern stare. The appearance intimidated Charles for a moment as he had to take a half moment to compose himself and recited the code phrase that he was given, “I am looking for yesterday’s newspaper.” 

At that, the grizzly bear gave Charles a nod and a gruff of acknowledgement before he put a big paw into his pocket to retrieve something and slid it across the counter towards him. As the bartender lifted his brown paw he revealed a small key attached to a scarlet painted metal ‘R’ keychain. Once the shark picked it up the bartender gruffed once more and cocked his head towards the hallway in the back before returning to cleaning the beer glasses. Taking the hint, Charles tightly grasped the key and made his way towards the hallway.

The hallway was short and only had four doors. A bathroom for men, one for women that seemed hardly used, a double door that led to the kitchen, and in a little alcove was a push door that most would confuse for a broom closet. It was a plain wooden door with the only thing to give it away was that the door lock was painted the same color as the keychain. With a slight trembling hand, Charles inserted the key into the knob and turned, and slowly pushed the door open.

The door opened up to a room that was surprisingly larger than a narrow door would suggest. The area was illuminated by a few fluorescent lights and it was almost bare, with a few cardboard boxes stacked on the left and a pile of flattened cardboard on the other side. The wooden floor was noticeably cleaner than the rest of the bar and while the walls looked freshly painted the room had the lingering smell of sweat in the air. Right in the middle of the room was Red, sitting in a black leather easy chair. There was no mistaking it.

He was not lying about his username, Red was a big demon, with red skin covering his entire bipedal body. He was well built with broad muscular arms and shoulders, even though he was sitting the shark knew that Red could easily tower over him by two feet, at least. He was dressed in full matching leather gear from his black and white biker hat to his chest harness, bracers down to his leather chaps that black his black and red jock that was adorned with a zipper running down the front of the underwear. The demon Red did not say anything, he just sat there staring at the shark with his glinting black eyes and a knowing grin.

After standing in awe in the door frame, Red spoke in a commanding voice, “Welcome to the web Charlie boy, Come in….and shut the door behind you.” Charles quickly realized where he was as quickly checked the hallways for any onlookers before making his way into the room and letting the door swing closed. 

The shark just stood there, head flushed with the situation in front of him. All he could say in response was a weak little “h-hello”. That was met with Red throwing his head back in deep laughter. “Oh, you weren’t lying when you said that you were new to this, you’re so wet behind the ears that I could soak it up with a sponge.”

That caused Charles to cross his arms and blush. He was in the process of forming an apology before Red interrupted him. “Don’t apologize. It just means that there are so many new experiences to put your through. Now be honest. How much of those kinky things you typed out in chat were your true interests and how much did you write just to impress me?” the demon said coyly.

Charles just stood there as he recounted all the hundreds of messages, pictures, stories, ideas, and digital promises that the young and naive sharks made to this internet stranger in the countless instances of lust fueled frenzy. After thinking of all of those he took a deep swallow and simply said, “All of it.”

“Now that ….is good to hear,” Red replied. Before Charles could stop himself his lips let loose, “and is the same true for you?” Red froze for a moment as if he had just received a slap in the face. He slowly raised from his seat, bringing himself to his full height, eyes locked on the shark. Even from across the room, Charles felt a twinge of intimation race down his spine. “Trust me, little shark. I have never lied about my past experiences.” Red said in a stern and absolute voice as his eyes continued to bore down into the shark. 

“But,” he followed up a half moment later, “Since a lot of people online talk of big games, I guess it’s not unreasonable to ask if I also walk the walk.” As he lowered himself down back onto the chair. Once he was settled in he raised his right hand and snapped it twice with “oh Puppy~ Come on out, we have company.” He followed with a mock sing-song voice.

There was a rustling sound from somewhere in the dark toward the back of the room, off to the right of Red’s Chair. From the darkness trotted out something moving on all fours, as it made its way closer to Red it finally entered the light enough for Charles to clearly see what it was. 

It was a spotted brown African Wild Dog that crawled on all fours, with his tail high in the air. He had black gloves on his hands and knee pads on his bent knees. On his head was a brown pup hood that ran all the way down his neck which was attached to a collar that seemed to lock them in place around his head. Besides those four items, the wild dog was completely naked. Despite his nakedness, the wild dog trotted over to the chair seat and lifted himself up by his forelimbs up to sit doggy style by Red’s right-hand side. “This here is Pilot “ Red said, in the same way, one would introduce an award winning pet. “I tamed him myself, and he moved here with me,” the only thing Pilot did was let out a proud, “wuff” in response.

As Pilot settled down, he exposed the final bit of accessories on the sub, a gold chastity cage shined bright in the overhead light. Stunned by the brazened boldness of the display, Charles just kept his eyes glued on Pilot, reexamining the gear, his form, and his chastity cage that he was practically on display as he sat.

When Charles figured that the sub probably was showing it off to him and when he realized that he was staring at the cage and quickly tried to turn away by faking a cough. That only caused both Red and the pilot to stifle a chuckle. “It’s alright shark boy. You can look” coaxed Red. With that bit of permission, Charles turned his head back towards Red, trying his best not to have his gaze drift over to the naked wild dog right next to him.

“As I was saying this is Pilot. He’s been here since the beginning and way more kinky than me if you can believe it.” As Red brought his hand down to rustle the dog’s hooded head. In response, Pilot leaned his head into the scratches with an animalist moan of approval. “He’s helping me in my quest to carve out a dungeon right here in this bar,” Red said as he gestured to the cardboard boxes pushed to the side of the room. “And he’s in charge of cultivating and growing the kink scene within this town. In fact, he helped draft the very online ad that led you here to me.” Pilot let out another ‘wuff’ of acknowledgement at that.

Charles had to take a minute to process that, while Red teased the idea of a harem in his online chats, Charles did not actually think that claim held any water let alone that he was actively recruiting. As he thought about it, he realized where he was standing, in front of a dom that he had to get to via a secret code word and who already had a sub wrapped around his finger. The mere idea that this could actually work caused Charles’s stomach to flutter.

As the shark was pondering, Red followed up with “if you join, you could have to report to Pilot here, he’s my… co-pilot for all matters of recruiting and onboarding new subs in this circle. He’s impossibly thorough in this inspection and training…” trailing off as the hooded African Wild Dog snickers with a bit more malice in his tone. “But rest assured shark boy, if you join, you won’t be the lowest peg on the totem pole. That spot is permanently filled. In fact, why don’t I introduce him to you now!” Red as a wicked smile spread across his face. “Here boy!” the demon said as he snapped his fingers.

A whimper emerged from a pile of broken-down cardboard boxes from the other side of the room. It took a moment for whatever was underneath to make its way outwards but from the response and how it moved, it was clear that it was fully awake and was just waiting under all of that debris to be called upon.

A form shook itself free from the trash, it took a moment for Charles’s eyes to focus upon the process of what he was looking at but his nose got the first clue. That stale sweat smell redoubled in the air as the boxes were shaken off and became a lingering smell of stale sweat and musk Charles winced away from it for a moment before his eyes could finally figure out what it was.

It was another furry that was in some sort of the most restrictive pup gear that Charles has ever seen. While Pilot had casual gloves and knee pads, this poor soul had padded gloves that turned his front hands into useless padded mitts. His knees had the same type of heavy padded and high endurance knee pads. On the front, there was a bit of gear attached to the face and a large flat object attached to his back. In the back was a wooden bar that ran from between his ankles and attached to something below his tail. The bar impeded his movement but somehow he managed to navigate his way to the center of the room.

In the light Charles could see what he truly was, a grey husky mix with a dark grey coat shining on his back and a lighter grey coat on his stomach. Now fully illuminated Charles could finally clearly look at the thing that was so off-putting, a shiny silver tray was strapped to his back, and on the husky’s was a long metal muzzle that extended his face a few unnatural inches. Between the metal bars, the shark saw that the cage was filled with red jocks and socks. Carles shuttered with disgust and intrigue at the contraption as the mutt turned his head away in some sort of shame.

Red let loose a roaring laugh as he watched the two interact, which caused the mutt to bow his head in embarrassment. “Here’s the absolute bottom of the totem pole right there! His name’s Azi and he was actually the first to answer my little online flyer. He practically begged me to use and abuse him and he made me guarantee that he would be the lowest bottom in the organization. Who am I to deny him that experience here?”

Azi made an uncomfortable, yet not protesting, whimper at that statement. “He’s been a loyal mutt and great for free entertainment for the place… in fact. Pup!” barked Red as he turned his head towards Azi, “Go fetch me a drink. Put it on your bill.” 

The mutt let out a weak whimper as he craned his head back at the demon but quickly turned back forward before he could meet Red’s eyes. He then slowly began the awkward start of navigating his restricted limbs to slowly make his way past Charles towards the push door.

With Azi struggling past Charles, the shark could not help but take a peek at the sub’s underbelly. The first thing Charles saw from in between the movements of the restricted limb was a bright pink plastic little chastity cage clinging to his cock.

As the mutt made his way past Charles he got a good view of Azi’s behind, which was more intense than he initially thought. The wooden bar that was attached to the husky mutt’s ankles had a rope wrapped tight around his little balls which were held in place. Seeing it at that angle, Charles finally realized what that was, he only saw it in the most extreme stuff but it was a wooden humbler. But the most shocking thing and was probably the leading cause of Azi’s stiff and awkward body movement, the large red silicone dildo wedged into the Mutt’s ass, all the way to the hilt. Just from the initial glance, it caused Charles’s ass to clench in excitement and anticipation.

With the mutt’s slow waddling past Charles, the scent of musk mask increased as the mutt pushed the door open with his head and made his way out of the room. “I’m thinking of installing a doggy door, but I’m getting too much fun watching him struggle,” Red remarked.

Charles heard Azi march down the hallway he heard the faint sounds of the bar patrons making some inaudible wisecrack comments and the sound of legs of a chair scraping against the wooden floor. “Told you, he’s good for morale,” Red said picking up on the shark’s perked ears,

“But enough about the mutt. Let’s talk brass tacks” Red said as he leaned forward in his chair towards his newest interest. “You’ve seen my location, lair, what I’m going to do with it, and how I treat my pack. So where do you stand?” Red inquired with a raised eyebrow. 

Still reeling from the sight of the servant crawling by him and Red’s words echoing in his head, “He practically begged me to use and abuse him” caused Charles’s head to become flushed with blood as his cock was now becoming increasingly uncomfortable against the fabric of his pants.

All of that and what he saw resulted in him telling the truth. “I want, I want everything about this. I want to spend my nights here. At this bar, under your watch and guidance…” Taking a moment to take a deep swallow. “To be under your command and help you carve out and grow the most depraved kink club and community there has ever been. I want it all and all that it could be.” Red just sat there, stone still with a smile on his face. “That is exactly what I expected to hear from you, Shark boy.”

“I’ll allow Pilot here to bring you up to speed with all of my expectations and your new schedule.” As the attentive dog wuffed in merry and mischievous agreement. 

At that moment the door creaked open as Azi gingerly pushed the door open with his face as he steadily entered the room. The mutt was taking careful steps with his padded paws not to spill a drop from the glass of beer now perched on the silver tray on his back. When Azi went by, Charles noted that the red dildo position was now rotated the other way. 

Azi took one more look over his shoulder towards the shark before he continued on his path back towards Red. Stopping right at the left hand side of the leather, at the perfect height for the demon to take the glass in his hand. The only comment Red gave was a “that will be all, get back to your den.” as both on acknowledgment and dismissal of the mutt.

With another whine, Azi went back to his pile of cardboard with his tail trying it’s best to droop over the dildo, to make a hang between his legs.

Red raised his beer in salute, “It’s a deal then” as he took a deep pull from his glass. After a satisfying deep sigh, he then locked his eyes right onto Charles. “Now, shark boy, you now know we don’t just talk here, can we expect you to start?” As Red moved his right hand down to his groin slowly pulled the zipper on his jock down. Red only had to pull it halfway down before a large thick cock flopped out for the whole room to witness. Pilot’s eyes hungrily darted to red’s groin, only for a moment before he willed himself to get back in attention. Charles immediately became fixated on it. 

Mouthwatering he began to take his first step towards the red demon, then falling down to his knees in front of Red’s lap. Charles took one more look up at his new dom, as the demon gave a reassuring nod. With that Charles began the start of worshipping with his tongue and mouth. Slowly and meticulously making sure each square inch of the cock was given proper tribute. As he worked, Charles let out a series of involuntary moans. Through his monas and actions, Charles heard the faint sounds of whimpers from Azi as the mutt watched it happen from his den of boxes.

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This was a story trade with a fella named Loldude94 over on Fur Affinity

Matt the wolf received a text message from Byron, just after 11 in the morning on a Saturday beckoning him to get over to his house right away. Just from reading the text, Matt could tell that his friends were excited just considering how many consecutive texts and exclamation marks he sent. Whatever it was, ‘it just arrived’ and Byron was beside himself. 

Upon receiving the invite, The brown wolf rolled out of bed, threw on some baggy jeans, an old T-shirt, and headed out to ‘answer the call of adventure.’

A few minutes Matt pulled his car into Byron’s driveway. Matt could see his equine friend waiting for him at the front door, beckoning him to come inside. Bryon was a huge Dapple horse that towered over and cast a shadow over Matt as he approached. The horse had a grey and white speckled coat that was covered by sweatpants and a black t-shirt with a stylized icosahedron design in the center. To top it off Byron had a luscious and perfect mane that started on his crown and ran down his neck. Byron practically dragged Matt in towards the living room.

Sitting square on the coffee table was a brown cardboard box with the top mercilessly torn off. Placed next to the box was some unraveled bubble wrap from what Matt could see there was also a set of brown faux leather bracers still inside the box.  Next to the box was a sturdy manila envelope with some of the contents spilled out on the table. From the envelope, there were a few sheets of identical printed paper with lines and boxes on them, a mini-book made of cardstock, and a pencil. Printed on the envelope, it stated, “RPG stat sheet and changer bracers! Discover your and your friend’s stats, modify them on a whim!” Byron dashed towards the bracers, picked them up, and pushed them into Matt’s hands. “Put these on, I just got them in today get here!”

“What even is this?” Matt asked as he fastened the bracers around his wrists They felt like cheap costume accessories that one would buy from a Halloween store. “It’s that product I found online” Byron quickly replied as he went to grab the pencil and pick out a sheet of paper from the pile. Now that it was in Byron’s hands, Matt saw that the paper was laid out in the same way as a character sheet from a tabletop role-playing game.

“I found out about this from a very reputable store, with glowing recommendations from friends of friends,” as Byron went off to fetch a clipboard in the next room. Matt rolled his eyes at that, Byron was a huge tabletop geek and if he wasn’t buying the latest editions of his rulebooks he was off wasting his money on ‘magic occult’ items that he swears works. He quickly returned with the clipboard and stood in front of matt as he juggled the clipboard with the paper, the pencil, and the mini rule book all within his arms.

“Ok,” Byron said as he was looking between the book and clipboards, “It says that for this to start we put the name and basic info of the person wearing the bracers…” he trailed off as he maneuvered his hands to now hold just the clipboard and pencil in each hand.

Byron then jolted down Matt’s basic information at the top of the page as he muttered it under his breath “wolf….male…. You’re still 23 right?… gotcha….twenty three and… done! It should be synced now” as he went back to consulting the rulebook. It might have been Matt’s imagination but he might have felt the bracers give off the smallest hypnic buzz as Benji was filling out the page. 

“Oh COOL! It looks like the sheet fills out your base stats all by itself.” Byron exclaimed as scanned the page. From how Bryon was holding the clipboard and how tall he was, Matt couldn’t see anything, Byron could be pulling his leg for all he knew.

Bryon kept talking, too absorbed in his notes, “It looks like… from your age we got…. Five skill points to allocate and a bunch of other things we can do after that. So where should we put the first point?” Matt just rolled his eyes. “dude, wherever. Just get this over with.” 

“You’re loss then… let’s go with … a point in strength,” Byron commented as he erased a segment of the sheet and then scribbled a number in its place.

As soon as the pencil lifted from the paper Matt felt a wave ripple from his core out through his arms and legs. “w-Whoa!” Matt said as he steadied himself looking at his body, it looked like nothing happened although his arms did look a little more defined, just slightly.

Byron looked up to examine Matt, “hmmm not really a change…” he said looking at the wolf. “I wonder what two more points would yield.” as he went back to the clipboard. An even stronger wave rippled out from Matt as he felt his everything expand and tightened up. Matt felt a small tug and pull as his biceps grew to meet the sleeves of his baggy t-shirt. Looking back at them, Matt saw that his arms were noticeably more mass to it as if they were the arms of a star athlete in college. While he could not only see them, Matt knew that his calves and leg muscles received the same treatment after giving each a small flex.

Matt could hardly believe it, he changed. His entire body took on the muscle mass of a dedicated gym rat in a matter of minutes. “This is amazing,” Matt said in astonishment as he looked down at himself and gave his arms a cautious flex against the shirt sleeves.

“Oh damn, that’s AWESOME” Byron shouted as his eyes scanned up and down Matt’s new muscular arms. “If that’s what strength does…. What would two points in Constitution do?” as he was already in the act of changing it on the paper.

Matt did not even have time to react before he felt his spine and every single bone in his body began to stretch out in unison. As that happened Matt saw his perspective change and shift as the wolf slowly ascended a few inches up in the air.

Matt quickly looked down in astonishment to see what happened. From where he saw nothing changed, the wolf was right where he was and he was still standing on the living room floor. It was just that he was taller. “What the….” Matt said as he stretched and bent each of his fingers and joints as he looked around with his new height.

His view was not the only thing that changed, Matt’s once baggy shirt was now doing its best from exposing his stomach from the gap between his shirt and pants. The wolf also noticed that his baggy jeans were now properly hanging from his waist, showing a bit of sock between his pant hem and sneakers. Matt also recognized that he filled out his clothes a lot more than before. His chest was rubbing up against the front of his shirt and his waist was almost uncomfortably snug against the waistbands of his pants. From a novice eye, it looked like Matt was wearing designer clothes, custom-made to show off his fit body.

Byron’s eyes bludged at the change “Oh, that’s certainly a leap up” the horse choked out as his eyes did another lap up and down the wolf’s new form. Matt gingerly moved from one foot to another to test his balance on each as Byron quickly went back to the mini rule book, “Alright next it says that a class can be selected next” said the horse as he was flipping through the pages. Matt was hardly paying attention to what Byron was saying, still blown away and enamored by his sudden transformation and the fact that the bracers still comfortably fit on his wrists.

“Let’s see…” Byron said hurriedly going down the page, “They have wizard, warlock, knight, monk…” Catching back up to the one-sided conversation, Matt’s mind wandered with the potential possibilities of being a kung fu master or a wielder of the arcane before Byron interrupted with a, “ Oh! Barbarian!” Before Matt could even contest the horse was already scribbling on the page.

Matt’s body conversed again as now the muscle rippling and bone stretching happened at the same time as the wolf’s body grew taller as Matt heard the distinctive sound of his once loose t-shirt and baggy pants now popping a few stitches against another layer of thick muscles. Matt also felt his feet become uncomfortably constrained as they started pressing against the interior. As his clothes started popping and tearing as his shirt finally retreated from his waist, revealing a set of perfect six-pack abs. “Hey Watch it!” Matt barked at Byron, this was my favorite shirt….” the wolf’s voice trailed off now that he was now looking at Byron straight on. 

He was now as tall as his horse friend. Completely dumbfounded the only words that came out of his mouth was “wha-?…how?” as Byron returned Matt’s look with a beaming grin. “It’s the barbarian class, they get additional points and bonuses to both strength and constitution,” Byron said as if it was the simplest thing in the world but with excitement and arousal that the horse could no longer hide from Matt. “Just look at yourself” he followed up.

Byron kept his eyes on the wolf as Matt took a moment to stop and examine his changed body again. Matt’s arms were now huge. They were no longer a college athlete’s arms but now a cross between a star quarterback and an amateur weightlifter. Everything else was toned and sculpted, without an ounce of fat to be seen. It also started to look like that he would need a pair of scissors to peel himself out of his clothes. Even with that minor inconvenience, Matt was beyond impressed by the transformation and he was slowly warming up to how the new height and muscles looked on him now that he was on the other side of it. 

“Ok… I might have been a bit quick to judge your choices, and I will need a new wardrobe, but I’m starting to really approve-” Matt said as he looked up as he saw Byron already eagerly flipping through the mini rule book’s pages. “It says that… we can modify the race on the sheets as well… let’s see” Byron finally said as he was already lost in the excitement and lust.

Byron started listing off the various animal species before getting to the fantasy creatures; Elves, dwarfs, changelings, and a fantasy creature called, ‘human’. Byron stopped at one, then shot a look towards matt with a mad glint in his eyes, “What about orc?”

That sent Matt off, “No Byron! This is more than enough.” as he brought up his hands to protest. Matt was a proud wolf and even if he was a muscled toned hunk, he liked to stay a wolf throughout all of this.

“Alright,” Byron said in slight dismay, before quickly following up with, “we can try half-orc, just to see how it looks. They still got some good bonuses” as he brought the pencil down on the paper.

Hearing that Matt reached out his arms and took a step towards Byron but it was too late the horse was already writing. There was a moment of stillness as the world froze, then Byron lifted the pencil from the page.

Matt felt the familiar sensation of both strength and constitution changes begin from inside of him but this time he got to see it all play out from the view of his outstretched hands. The ripple sent through him was much more powerful than the others, he felt the change within his very bones. The wolf saw for the first time, his arms shiver with another additional layer of muscle. As that change took place, Matt witnessed his skin and brown fur became tinted with a light forest green tone as the bones in his arms and hands began to expand and thicken as the under the mountain of muscle, skin, and fur. That body changed was heralded with another round of fabric stretching and popped seams against his broadened shoulders.

It felt an entirety until Matt was able to move again and when he did he had to take an awkward half step and wave his arms in the air to catch himself. It was not wise to walk or run while a body went through a growth spurt of that caliber. It took a moment for Matt to rebalance himself and almost bumping into the coffee table and after that, he got distracted by the rest of his body. “what the…” Matt said in a deeper and graveled voice as he poked and prodded his green-tinted muscle and body. 

Selecting a race added some additional modifiers to his strength and constitution. Matt’s body did not just grow up, his entire body structure morphed into a bulkier frame. From just those two words he already knew his jawline was now jutting outwards, Matt took a moment to run his tongue over the set of modest tusks jutting from his lower jaw. 

From across the room Byron stood stock still looking up at Matt, his tongue flopped outside of his mouth, eyes crawling over every crevice of Matt’s impossibly toned body. He only pulled his eyes away when something caught his attention on the clipboard. A mischievous smile grew across his face as he laughed out, “Hey Matt… I-it says,” as Byron chokes out the words with stifled giggles. “It says we can choose which half your new orc traits come from…your mom or your dad, and …. And the book says there special bonuses for whatever you chose.” As he jolted a syllable word on the clipboard.

There was a moment where Matt felt a tingle in his groin, followed by a now-familiar growing sensation, which then crescendo’d into a blunt pain. Instinctively Matt brought both of these new hands down to the remains of his blue jeans as his groin started to press hard against the fabric. Grumbling his giant meaty fingers with the now impossibly seized metal zippers, Matt in mounting agony, tried to grab each side of the stretched zipper to pull them apart. Before he could pull, his pants burst wide open. 

A slab of green flesh flopped out, which was met with a genuine sigh of relief from Matt as he allowed his cock to recover a moment and finish up its transformation as it still throbbed and pulsed from the transformation and pain. Matt waited an extra moment longer after the sensation subsided before he started to examine his newest feature. Peering down over his pecs he saw the biggest dick he ever saw, even including the massive ones of elephant or rhino porno stars.

It was big, thick, and could have been mistaken for Matt’s forearm before the change. Through some logic or reasoning, Matt still had his canine cock that he was born with but with the green tint, it colored it a muddy brown and now he had balls the size of ripe apples hanging just below them

Byron was going insane now, letting out a long “Yoooo!” from the moment the cock burst through the pants then hurriedly shouting “This is so SICK! I knew that was what the book was alluding to but I didn’t realize that it would be that BIG! DUDE! You’re now bigger than me, and I’m the locker room champion!” Byron went into hysterical fits of giggles and laughter as Matt stood in the wreckage of his blown pants and underwear in the middle of the room.

As Matt returned to examine and lift the massive cock that attached to him at the groin Matt felt another wave of strength, and Constitution buffs ripple through and change his body. The half-orc wolf also felt his expanding body finally win out over the quickly inadequately prepared clothes as muscles finally popped the rest of the seams on his pants and t-shirt. The symphony of shredded fabric ended up leaving the hulking half-wolf with rags that barely held on to the waist and shoulders. Snapping his head back up, Matt was about to bark. “What Gives?” but was interrupted as the top of his skull collided with the ceiling.

Recoiling from the impact, Matt stooped down and brought his large hand up to rub the spot on his bead as he said “Hey That Hurt.” looking down at Byron, who was trying to hide a childish smirk behind the clipboard. “Sorry Matt, but half-orcs have a cap on Intellect and Charisma so those excess points needed to be redistributed… so I dumped them into your strength and constitution because…. Let’s face it” he said as he gestured at Matt’s body before adding “sorry about your head.” in an apologetic tone.

Matt returned a glare to Byron before his eyes glazed over  “Oh…ok. Don’t do again!” the half-orc replied as he went to rub his head, completely overlooking the fact that he now stood taller than the Dapple horse, and went to inspect how close he was to the ceiling. He was now claustrophobically close within the room. Matt was rubbing his now significantly wider jaw, trying his best to think of the best way to leave the room without smashing any furniture or breaking down the door frames. As he pondered some part of him echoed out a distant thought about… something but Matt quickly got distracted. 

His train of thought got interrupted by Byron gasping and giggling with delight. “They… there’s a feature for feats.” as the horse was already flipping through the rulebook for the list. He stopped on the page and in a magic craze started reading off the feats under his breath before speaking up with “oh likes to see what ‘brute’ do” as he was jolting down on the paper.

Another single point of strength must have been applied because Matt felt a minor ripple wave come from his core and rippled through his arms. Before Matt could bark at Byron again, he caught a glimpse of his arms and quickly got enamored with how his muscles bulged and glistened in the indoor light. Matt forgot everything for a moment as he brought his hands to reinspect his muscles again. Going over and reexamining them as if they were sculptured, created by a skillful artist. “B-big arms..” was the only thing the half-orc uttered

As Matt’s mind was filled with nothing but the thought of how big his muscles became he almost did not register that his chin started to prickle. Absentmindedly Matt brought his hand to scratch his, only to discover this his chin had sprouted a strong thick beard. That snapped him out of the self-induced stupor of his own muscles. He pulled his hand away to look back at Byron, he was about to protest the additional change as he saw the horse was too busy scribbling on the sheet again.

A stronger haze quickly set over his head as Matt’s train of thought stalled on the tracks as he looked at Byron. The horse craned his head at the bushy beard half-orc friend “I took the liberty of choosing the last feat for you, hope you don’t mind” Byron said in a teasing voice. “No, Wait. What? Matt feel… ” Matt answered in a bit more of a flatter tone.

Bryon finally put the clipboard and pencil down and finally approached Matt, to 

Ohhhh…..” Byron mused… “whatever I want. I have more than enough character sheets for this pack. Let’s see what I created as, the horse circled around the glazed eyed half-orc, as he was taking every angle in. “Oh I got to show you to our friends, who knows I might be able to peak the interest for them to go through it themselves. Heck! I might just use one of the sheets on myself, there are some really interesting combinations that are definitely worth a deeper look.” as he finished his prowl around his masterpiece. All that Matt said to that was a hollow “Uh Huh”. 

“Welcome come on,” Bryon said, clapping his hands as he made his way towards the front door. “Game Night is tonight and I want to see the look on their faces when I bring this eye candy over.”

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Jesse was busy hurrying around the office that he works at, wrapping up the very last of his errands, shutting down his computer and grabbing all the personal things from his cubicle as his eyes kept darting at the clock

Jesse the male bovine, dressed in a crisp blue button down and a part of khakis, the little cow had well managed light brown fur covering all over his petite frame, with a well kept messy blonde hair covering the top of his head, where two small horns were just barely visible from the mop of hair.

Once all the daily paperwork was squared away, things stuffed into his bag, Jesse dashed to the elevator and mashed the buttons. As the doors closed he looked at his watch and took a breath of relief as butterflies slowly began to flutter in his stomach.

Seven minutes until noon, just enough time to walk past the front desk and out the office in time. The elevator arrived at the ground floor doors slid open and Jesse hurried on his way out.

He made his way past the front desk secretary Diana, a nice pretty yet nosey French poodle. Jesse saw Diana look up from her computer screen as she wished Jesse best of luck with his ‘doctor’s appointment’, the excuse that Jesse told his bosses and office for the reason why he needed to leave at noon today. Jesse put on a cheery smile as he turned to Diana and returned the polite pleasantries.

As Jesse turned his head back to the front door his heart skipped a beat, stopping dead in his tracks, his smile dissolved away as he saw what was standing in the front door.

It was a giant obese goat that was blocking Jesse and the front door. He was an orange goat with brown markings running up and down his arms and legs, with white patches on his face and down his torso. He was beyond huge, while only standing at 5’11 he easily clearing 800lbs, the goat was dressed in a stretched out pair of sweatpants and a once white t-shirt, now stained with food and sweat that long gave up the fight of trying to cover the goat’s pale white furry and flabby gut that was hanging over the waist of the sweatpants.

Even though he was standing still the goat was panting heavily, with a predatory glint in his yellow eyes. And he took his steps to approach the little cow. Jesse stood, stock still in place, ‘no way’ he thought to himself, ‘I made sure to get down here early,I should have beaten him to the front door’

The goat must have thought the same thing and wanted to start things off in the office lobby. There was no way to know how long he was waiting there, yet from the mild scent of B.O and the continued awkward look of the secretary, it looked like he was camped there for a while.

The goat lapped up Jesse’s shocked expression and just answered with a deep chuckle that caused his gut to jiggle as he said, “Come on little Jesse, we can’t keep you waiting for your…. Appointment” as he gave a side eye to the assistant. Jesse could do nothing besides hang his head in defeat and said, “Of course” as he slowly made his way to the fat goat.

Once Jesse joined the goat at his side, the goat made a wide turn towards the exit. As the two were just about the cross through the door the goat brought down a meaty arm down on Jesse before he slid it down to the little cow’s waist and gave the Jesse’s ass a firm squeeze just as the walked out and Jesse prayed that the secretary wouldn’t talk about what she just saw to anyone during her next water break.

Once outside in the open, Jesse said, “Webster, do you know how much of a gossip Diane is?” At that Webster the goat just replied with “I don’t care. Besides, it’s lunch time and I’m starving.” Webster as he lumbered ahead of Jesse towards the parking lot.

Jesse followed behind Webster all the way to the company parking lot, staying in the goat’s huge shadow. Eventually the two of them made it to Jesse’s car, as the small bovine fished in his pants pockets and pulled out his keys and unlocked a plain white passenger van.

Jesse slowly opened the door and eased himself in the driver side as Webster carelessly slid open and dropped into the front row of seats in the back. Jesse felt the van rock and sag with the sudden addition of the goat’s weight.

Once the goat got comfortable, Webster put on a show as he tried to pull the seat belt across his massive gut, once it was obvious that the strap wasn’t going to reach across he abruptly let go of the seat belt and ordered Jesse to drive them to their first destination of the day. Jesse , who was watching the show from the rear view mirror, with his mouth slack jawed, he snapped at attention and obediently revved up the van and pulled out of the parking lot.

As Jesse drove along on the main road, Webster’s ears perked up and he quickly bleated out an order to pull over at a burger drive through chain on the right. Jesse obediently followed the order and turned into the fast food and navigated to the drive through and rolled down his window.

The moment the speaker buzzed to life as it was about to start it’s initial scripted welcome speech, Webster leaned over, causing the van to creak and tilt forward. Webster loudly interrupted the person on the other end of the speaker and brazenly placed his order, a double bacon cheeseburger with large fries and a soda.

Taken back, the Speaker hesitantly followed up with, “if–is there anything else to add?” Webster dramatically hummed, cartoonishly rubbing his stomach as he rolled his eyes towards Jesse before adding, “And a six pack of chicken nuggets” he added in a teasing manner before rocking back to his side of the car.

Jesse stayed quiet and just kept to himself as he circled the van around once Webster placed his order. When he pulled up to the window and came face to face with the workers, the meek cow sheepishly accepted the heavy bag of greasy food and passed it over to Webster. The goat did not give either one of them any attention as he feverishly opened and unpacked the contents, unwrapped the double burger and started munching down, loudly moaning as he enjoyed every bit of the sandwich. All while continuing to ignore both Jesse and the fast food worker’s states of astonishments.

When it was apparent that Webster was not going to lift a finger to cover the cost of the lunch Jesse issued a defeated sigh and fished out his wallet from his pocket to pass along a few bills to the driver and drove away before the cashier could hand back his change.

As Jesse began navigating to their actual destination, the van was filling up with the aroma of the fried food as well as the sounds of the orange goat’s constant munching as he worked through the burgers and fries. As the scent wafted into Jesse’s nose as his own mouth began watering as his stomach loudly growled, hearing that Webster’s only response was snorted laughter between each huge bite.

A few miles down the road, Jesse saw the actual destination of their trip, it was a big box grocery store, this was Webster’s twisted idea of a date. Jesse rolled into a spot at the parking lot just as Webster shoved the last handful of fries and chicken nuggets into his mouth as he pushed open the door and heaved out and began his gluttonous march towards the store’s main entrance. Jesse circled around, closing the passenger side door and tried to catch up with Webster.

The mechanical doors slid open as Webster strolled by and completely ignored the greeting from the welcome staff, leavin Jesse to embarrassedly apologize for the rudeness as Webster grabbed the metal shopping cart and made his way towards the aisle, with blatant disregard to anyone around him.

By the time Jesse got up to Webster’s side, the massive goat was turning down the first row as he lumbered past shelves after shelves of food as he started grabbing any and all the food packages that caught his eye and dropped them into the cart.

That was the start of the goat’s prowl around the store. From there Webster led the way, going up and down every row, reaching out towards anything that caught the goat’s yellow eyes as they were constantly scanning the rows of food.

There was no rhyme or reason for the food, Jesse knew that it was only gluttony that was the factor in what foods were selected, from boxes of pasta to family sized bags of chips and pretzels with tubs of dips, cartons of whole milk and heavy cream to cartons of ice cream and frozen dinner meals. The only area of the store that Webster avoided was the fresh produce section.

When the cart was piled high with boxes and bags of packaged food was finally enough for Webster’s liking he quietly led the little cow to the cashiers. As he turned sideways to ease through the checkout lane, Webster’s flabby gut pressed and dragged against the conveyor belt, but not before Webster’s left hand grabbed handfuls of chocolate bars and bags from the candy shelf and threw it on the pile of the cart, with a majority of them falling off and on to the floor.

Webster hardly gave a glance back as he slowly made his way towards the in store’s food stand to purchase two deluxe hotdogs and chips.

That left Jesse with the responsibility of moving all of the food from the cart and floor onto the conveyor belt.

After a few solid minutes of unpacking and transferring the food to the cashier for her to scan, there was so much food that the cashier had to call upon two additional helpers to bag and put all the food back into the cart.

Once done the cashier recited the impressive total and once again Jesse went to reach into his wallet, this time handing over his credit card and wincing as the cashier swiped away.

By now Webster started strolling back to Jesse’s side, grunted, and led the way to the exit, leaving the incredibly bewildered staff to wonder what they just witnessed.

Outside Jesse remained by Webster’s side as he pushed the heavy cart across the length of the parking lot, towards his little car. When he finally made it, the cow popped the trunk and slowly started moving the groceries to the car. Webster just stood there, licking his fingers, only interrupting Jesse’s work to rip open a box of ice cream cones to help himself to one before, heading to the passenger side door, allowing Jesse to continue on with his work.

When the last bag was crammed into the truck, Jesse closed the lid and slowly walked to the driver side door. Starting the car, Jesse drove out of the parking lot, towards the end destination of all of Webster’s adventures, Jesse’s apartment.

While Jesse wanted nothing more than the drive back to be smooth and uneventful, it was constantly interrupted by Webster bleating out demands to stop at every drive through they came across. Every time Jesse obeyed and every time Webster always found something on the menu he liked. Every time that Jesse obediently handed the food over to Webster, the cow’s mouth would renew it’s watering and pangs of hunger would shoot out from Jesse’s stomach. The van started to smell of all the combinations of all those fast food locations which, on top of the sounds of the goat’s loud eating, only fueled Jesse’s hunger pangs even more.

Soon enough Jesse finally arrived at his apartment, like before as soon as the van was in park, Webster slammed opened the door and rolled out, and started waddling his way to the door.

Webster made no effort to catch any of the fast food wrappers that fell from his lap as he made his way to the door, leaving Jesse once again to pick up Webster’s mess on top of carrying the bags of food up to the room. Even as that happened Jesse could not help but stare at Webster’s massive ass that was pressed against the stretched fabric of the ill fitting sweatpants.

In a hypnotic trance Jesse witnessed as the heavily padded cheek moved, each one was alternatively lifted up and fell back down with a satisfying drop and ripple of jiggle that caused the cow to blush. Jesse just sat in astonishment taking in every aspect of the goat’s huge ass all the way until Webster got to the front door, where he turned back, and with a smirk gave his admirer a shake of his ass before he closed the door behind him,

That little show was enough to reenergized Jesse to jump out of the van and diligently pick up the mess that Webster left in his wake before going back and slowly start to move the groceries up to his apartment.

As Jesse grabbed the first of many handfuls of bagged food from his car, he struggled up the steps as through the doors before he awkwardly made his way through his door.

The apartment was a simple one bedroom apartment that had a kitchenette overflowing with boxes of takeout food, a small bedroom, and a living room taking up the majority of the apartment. The living room was once pristine but now was overtaken by Webster not long after he set his eyes on Jesse. Now the living room was littered with crumbs, messy plates and utensils and food wrappers.

Webster already made his way to this couch, the first thing he claimed when invaded Jesse’s meek little life. Where a once pristine three seat couch was stained with food and already started to sag from the stress of the goat’s constant use. Webster insisted that the sofa be moved to the exact middle of the living room and facing the TV, which was already streaming Webster’s favorite show.

Greeting Jesse at the door were Webster’s shoes that almost tripped the cow as he stepped inside, and not far from there were Webster’s socks, shirt and pants that formed a trail from the front door to the couch.

Jesse looked at the mess and just sighed as he went to work putting all the purchases away. Jesse made multiple trips back and forth from his van to the apartment, unloading and putting away the food that Webster made him buy as the fat goat just sat on the couch, watched the T.V, not lifting a finger or acknowledging the cow’s efforts on his behalf.

Once done putting everything away Jesse went to the cupboards to unpack the stack of plastic trays and folding stands. He ripped open a family sized bag of chips, cracked open a jar of queso and arranged both the best on one of the trays and respectfully placed it down next to the couch’s arm. No sooner did Jesse step back from the tray, when Webster’s flabby arm immediately reached over and started grabbing handfuls of chips and dunking them into the cheese before dropping them in his open mouth. Jesse then went back to the kitchen and microwaved two more appetizers and an extra large frozen meal plate, bringing each one out as they were done warming up. Webster continued to ignore Jesse.

Once the cow was finished with Webster’s home feast, Jesse finally fixed himself a small plate for his dinner, a simple cold cut sandwich and a respectable portion of chips as he made his way to his spot, a comfy chair that was perpendicular to Webster’s sofa, placed in such a way where Jesse had a full view of the bully goat as he gorged on his fatty food.

Watching Webster eat was an event for Jesse, every night Jesse sat there fixated on what was unfolding in front of his own eyes. He had front row seats to Webster as he stuffed his gut to the brim on the food that Jesse bought for him. Mouthful after mouthful of chips, dips, cheese doodles, reheated burritos, hoagies, creampuffs and sweets, always accompanied by gulps of soda or milkshakes. Every single morsel was devoured in that constantly chewing maw and pushed down into that constantly expanding gut, each night brought new thrills as Jesse saw the noticeable pounds of fat that Webster was packing on.

As Jesse munched on his meal he watched in utter amazement, as Webster diligently ate through the entire spread of food even after all of the snacks from the trip. After a while when the majority of the bowls, plates and trays were empty the goat rolled his head towards his submissive cow and shouted out, “Where’s dessert?”

At that demand, Jesse jumped and got back up to head to the kitchen, making his way to the freezer to fix up the evening dessert dish.

Jesse grabbed a recently cleaned plastic popcorn bowl and dumped an entire carton of vanilla ice cream into it, followed by a liberal helping of liquid fudge, a half can of whipped cream and chopped nuts. At the top of Webster’s twisted orders, Jesse placed a single red cherry on top of the mountain of ice cream. Just as Jesse shoved a huge repurposed salad serving spoon into the sundae, he heard Webster’s voice coming from the next room over, “Oh and don’t forget your dessert, you deserved it for today.”

At that Jesse let out a slight groan as he started to fix himself a shake that Webster specifically designed for the cow. It was a heavy duty protein shake powder, mixed with heavy cream, two scoops of chocolate ice cream and three scoops of peanut butter. Jesse put all of the ingredients into a blender and mixed until it was a slushy mess of high calories and then poured it into a tall glass.

This was a recent task that Webster forced on Jesse, to add a little poundage to the cow’s frame as a reminder of Webster’s control over him. When Jesse first met Webster the young cow was a certified twink, but now as he looked down at his torso, there was a ring of flab clinging to his own gut, that was going to be difficult to work off…if he was ever allowed to work it off.

Once both desserts were ready Jesse presented the sundae to his gluttonous owner, Webster clapped his hands in a mocking playful manner as he took the serving bowl from Jesse and started chowing down with malicious glee.

There two furries sat, working through each of their sweet ice cream dishes. Even with Webster’s constant pace Jesse finished slurping down his shake first, Jesse sat there for a moment groaning in forced hedonistic pleasure as he rubbed his stomach to alleviate the frozen pressure inside of him.

Taking that as a cue, Webster’s hungry eyes darted from the T.V to Jesse and cooed, “oh cow boy, it’s time to serve your dom as I finish my Sundae.”

Webster placed the popcorn bowl down on one of the trays as he began rocking back and forth in his seat, building up momentum to stand up with a staggered step as the couch creaked and groaned in sweet relief.

Once he stood up Webster slid off his tighty whities that were practically embedded into his thick hips. Once fully naked, Webster slapped his ass as he pointed on the couch where he wanted Jesse to be, right in the middle of the cushion’s depression.

Jesse gulped and shuddered with anticipation with what his goat master was ordering him to do. The obedient cow slowly made his way to the sofa, got undressed, knelt down and crawled underneath Webster’s thick legs and rested the back of his head onto the smooshed cushion. Looking upwards Jesse saw the ceiling which was being eclipsed by Webster’s fat ass. With one last devilish smirk Webster spread his cheeks wide open and began his controlled crash back onto the couch, enveloping Jesse’s head completely. The cascading orange fur of the goat faded into black as the sweaty fur and fat blocked out Jesse’s eyes and ears.

Between the combination of the weight, the blocking out sight, the goat’s musk, and the incredible knowledge of what was actually being done to him, it caused the small cow to be overtaken by arousal. His heart began to race as he took his first breath under the nearly suffocating mass, each huff, each inhale, of Webster’s ass only fueled Jesse even more in an increasing spiral of subjection and pleasure.

Jesse’s dick started to twitch and expand as his face was getting pressed into the couch cushion. Jesse tried to stroke his cock but because of the petite size and Webster’s gigantic mass, the cow’s arms were pinned down from the goat’s thighs. That did not stop him, as Jesse tried to reach down grabbing the clawing through Webster’s flab to reach his own groin.

That only caused Webster to spread his legs wide, moving Jesse’s desperate hands out to the side. The oppressive weight that soon increased as Webster leaned back to get more comfortable. That action caused Jesse to begin to squirm and helplessly kick his legs into the air. That kicking show caused Webster to laugh, as Jesse soon heard and felt the muffled laugh of the goat travel down into his pressed ears and vibrate into his skull.

That callous laugh only caused Jesse’s submissive drive to kick into gear as the cow tried to crane deeper Webster’s ass. Jesse started breathing heavily, doing anything he can do to hasten his sex fueled high to make his dick stand fully erect.

As Jesse’s cock stood tall the cow could feel a single dew drop of precum begin pushing its way out.

With that sign that an orgasm was not only possible but on the horizon, Jesse went into  a frenzy. Lifting his head up to dig deeper into Webster’s ass cheeks in lustful desperation, Jesse truly worshipped Webster’s ever growing mass with all of his face, savoring every moment and square inch, doing anything to push himself over the edge.

Just as he thought he was going to achieve a hands free climax, there was a shift in pressure on his head, just before he felt an ice cold mush getting applied to the entire length of his shaft, ruining the experience at the absolute last possible moment. With impodent frustration Jesse tried to scream in response but it got muffled by the goat’s ass he was just worshipping so much. That caused another bout of deep laughter to emerge from Webster as he leaned back and enjoyed the rest of his ice cream sundae.

And that is where they both stayed for the remainder of Webster’s dessert and well into the evening hours as Webster sat on top of Jesse and enjoyed his television shows. After a few hours the goat finally peeled himself from the couch.

Staggering back up he turned around to look down at the seat, where the once euthistic Jesse just stared up at the ceiling in an exhausted and defeated daze. As the calf came around to his senses, Webster just responded with, “Come on calf, it’s almost time for you to prepare my dinner.”

All Jesse could do was let out a small bleat of defeat and compliance.

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This all started with some terrible news. Danny, a simple black wolf with a simple life, received news that his construction job did not get it’s next major contract from the city. As a result, corporate had to announce major layoffs to compensate. To top it off Danny was given the bad news in the last hour of the day, when he was promptly asked to clean out his things and turn in his equipment before leaving for the day.

Danny spent years and years there, diligently working and toiling away within the company, watching it grow and expand over the years. All of that resulted in the higher ups handing him a pink slip, a slap on the back and ordering him out before he even had a chance to realize what was happening to him.

Before he could get back to his apartment, he realized that his bosses deactivated his work account and locked him out of all professional documentation and networking contacts. He was left with almost nothing beside his blank schedule. Now the only thing on his agenda is trying to re-enter the job market with no idea what his first step would be. Once the wolf actually got a job he would be stuck, starting out on the bottom rung, and tasked with climbing up the corporate ladder yet again.

Faced with the emotionally exhausting and mountainous task of getting a job and starting all over again, Danny decided to blow off some steam instead. He decided to put all of that aside for now and spend the night escaping into the city’s nightlife.

Danny shook his head full of bad news immediately pulling off his t-shirt. He threw his wallet, phone and keys onto the couch as he started to slip out of his jeans and make his way to the bedroom. He could care less if the windows were open or if anyone caught him stripping in the living room.

Danny made his way across the bedroom floor as he just shook the underwear off of his left foot. Soon a naked and well toned  wolf stood in front of his wardrobe. He grabbed some tight jeans and a white fishnet shirt and only briefly stopped by the bathroom to slick and style his black hair, streaked with red and silver highlights. He fetched his keys and wallet and went out the door with the full intent to drink and dance hard enough to forget his troubles. Car bills be damned!

About 20 minutes later Danny was walking from the parking lot straight into the heart of the city, en route to one of his favorite clubs. Illuminated by the neon lights and light of the waxing moon hanging overhead, he arrived at the LUPINE LAIR. It was a BDSM club that was always reliable at giving anyone who asked an experience that they won’t soon forget. It was one of Danny’s favorite places to go and do something reckless. There was always someone there for a good time and if you were lucky, you might just pick up a few new kinks or stories along the way. Walking past the bouncer Danny went straight to the bar, slammed his credit card in front of the bartender and started ordering shots.

Only after throwing back three or four shots did Danny feel comfortable enough to look away from the bar and scout the people on the floor to ‘dance with’. There were a few early birds scattered around the club and dance floor. “it’s still pretty early in the night” Danny muttered to himself as he kept scanning until his heterochronic eyes laid upon a brown hyena off on the other side of the club. 

The hyena was tall, six foot four at least. He had purple highlights in his black hair, wearing blue jeans, a simple black t-shirt and a metal chain necklace with a purple crystal pendant reflecting the club lights in a most mesmerizing way. The hyena stood back, arm crossed as he scanned the same small crowd. He had the unmistakable stance of someone looking for the same type of thrill and relief.

His name was Kain and was a well known frequent flyer of not only this club but of the local scene. There are conflicting reports of his ‘care’ but with the general consensus of being extreme but satisfying. From what Danny remembered of the rumors and whispers, what Kain was known for is exactly what he needed right now, an experience to make him forget all about today and the terrible feelings around it.

Kaine and Danny locked eyes and immediately confirmed that each had what the other was looking for. After one more shot Danny gave his lupine head a shake and made his way to properly introduce himself. Even by club standards the conversation was short, rushed, and brief. The talking was just long enough to exchange names, float ideas of interest and decide which place was nearest to them.

All Kain had to say was ‘dungeon’ and Danny was in full agreement. Soon they were out the door, heading towards Kain’s car with Kain’s hand around Danny’s waist.

After a short ride they made it to Kain’s house and Danny was racing to get out of his clothes for the second time that day. 

The moment Kain ushered him in he established his dominance, immediately scooping Danny’s waist with one arm to pull it closer to his as he used his other hand placed firmly on Danny’s soft neck. Kain snarled as he leaned in for a kiss, which turned into frantic slobbers up and down Danny’s neck as Kain started to push Danny backwards down the hallways to the bedroom.

Danny was going along for the ride, already lost in the control that Kain had over him and eager to accept his role in whatever Kain had planned for him tonight. Danny helped where he could, trying to help Kain undress while still engaging with Kain’s constant barrages of groping and kisses. Through persistence and determination, Danny succeeded when all that remained of Kains outfit was the crystal pendant necklace that Kain was determined to keep on. 

Danny continued to be led backwards down the hallway, never leaving Kain’s embrace, until the wolf’s naked back met with the cold touch of steel. The sudden sensation caused Danny to let out a small yelp of surprise, he turned around to find that he collided with a solid metal door. Kain leaned into his prey and whispered, ‘welcome, little one, to my dungeon, My domain.” as he reached over Danny’s body and with a bit of effort swung the door inward and pushed Danny inside.

Kain wasn’t lying about a dungeon, the room was decorated and decked out with almost everything imaginable. In the middle of the bare wooden floor was a massive bed with a mattress and pillows covered with black latex. The bed frame had a set of fortified restraints at each end and tie downs along each of the four sides.

Wrapping around the walls were shelves lined with gear and equipment for any situation or perversion. dildos of all shapes and sizes in both standard and motorized, whips, rope and chains. Everything a dom needed to make a sub moan and beg in pain and pleasure. There was even one wall dedicated to masks, harnesses, gloves and shoes, in both leather and latex, a wide array of sizes. The only two things to break up the truly impressive display of BDSM equipment was a minifridge humming off in the corner and a drawn window that let in the glorious starry night from the outside world.

Danny was given a moment to take in the area and admire the extensive equipment and gear that Kain had in his arsenal. The wolf’s cock, twitched with excitement as Danny’s mind races with the potential possibilities in store for him tonight. 

As Danny was caught in a daze by the dungeon’s layout Kain went to a smaller shelf and retrieved a collar, then turned around to advance on to Danny. Placing an arm over Danny’s back he quietly led his little wolf to the bed, he then turned Danny around and placed a paw on the center of Danny’s chest he forcefully pushed him onto the bed.

With hunger in his eyes, Kain crawled on top of Danny as he slowly fastened the collar around his neck and then moved up and outwards to meritoriously fastened heavy metal bracers and ankle cuffs onto his new wolf 

After taking a moment to step back and admire the restraints, Kain finally said “Yeah, they’re premium titanium, custom made for the rough stuff and much better than steel and much shinier than silver,” as he leaned in to caress the black wolf’s torso and belly as he whisper the rest into Danny’s ear, “They’ll give you no protection here, you are completely vulnerable.”

Danny’s cock was now throbbing as Kain’s padded pawed finger ran into it. “oh” Kain cooed as he wrapped his hand around it, stroking it in a slow and steady rhythm, allowing each textured pad to dance over Danny’s unsheathed feral cock, while Kain’s other hand was fondling Danny’s furry balls, to encourage more of the cock to come out.

Danny moaned in pleasure just as Kain ran all of his four Padded fingers up the shaft, all meeting at the tip of the dick before pulling away, forcing Danny to let out a plea of desperation in response.

“Oh no no no, you don’t get off that easily” Kain mused as wiped a string of precum from his hand.  Then he slid off the bed and made his way towards the corner with the minifridge as he did so he kept talking, “I’m going to need to make sure you’re truly ready for what I have planned for you, and that means you won’t be using your cock until I know for certain….” He opened the fridge door and bent down before continuing, “See I’m in need of a new person, a proper submissive. I had a feeling that you might fit the bill when I first laid eyes on you, and seeing how easy you are now bodes well, but I still have some …. reservations on your commitment and limits.”

He chuckled at that last comment as he stood up and turned around to reveal an ice pack and a metal chastity cage. As he approached he continued, “Until I’m sure that you are truly the right wolf for the job, you wont get any use of that cock”. He kept his eyes locked on Danny as he placed the ice pack on the base of the wolf’s exposed cock. The moment the ice pack made contact with his dick Danny was sent into shock. Danny tried to let loose another gasp but it got caught in his throat as Kain grunted and with a single paw shattered the solid ice within the ice pack and wrapped it around the entire shaft, encasing the red cock in 360 degree of frozen temperature.

As Danny’s body spasmed and rattled against the chains of the bed, Kain just looked on with a satisfied smile as he never wavered in his steady application of the ice pack. Danny kept squirming and whining in frustration as his once erect cock that was moments away from climaxing was forced to retreat back down into its sheath.

Once fully flaccid Kain finally removed the ice pack and placed the chilly chastity cage onto the sheath and locked it. The moment Kain removed his hands from Danny’s groin, the cock tried to come back up but was blocked by the cold metal, which caused Danny to squirm yet again

Kain stepped back to observe his prey now Danny was fully prepared, caged, collared and bound to a bed. Kain smirked as he rubbed his own groin, “Now lets see what this sub can really handle” as he went to a far wall and withdrew a wooden paddle from the shelf.

From there the night dissolved into hours and hours of intense sessions that mixed pain and pleasure that carried on well into the night. Danny was swatted with the paddle on his ass, which only served as a warm up session when Kain moved on to the dildos, the poor wolf’s hole was stretched with plugs and dildos of constantly increasing sizes. He was bound into various positions, tested and teased over and over again with everything within Kain’s arsenal.

The cage was never removed through it all.  Danny’s cock kept straining against the metal cage constantly pushing out a steady trickle of precum throughout the night. That mounting pressure forced the black wolf to be brought to the absolute height of arousal without ever crossing over to climax.

Kain kept reminding him what he expected of him, constantly appraising Danny through every harsh treatment, every exercise and every activity.  Despite it all Danny stayed unbroken, enduring everything that Kain threw at him while still begging for more. Kain smiled and just responded with, “Well in that case, it’s time to bring out the Big Boy.” Danny could identify that the way that Kain said, ‘Big Boy’ that whatever it was, it warranted respect.

Kain peeled off from the bed and went to one of the shelves and received an object that was covered in a black cloth. As he turned around, Kain had a devilish smile spreading across his lips as, like a magician, pulled off the cloth to reveal a truly massive dildo. It was huge, modeled after a more feral cock design. The silicone toy was easily twenty inches in height and was wider than Kain’s forearm.

Danny just silently stared at the beast of a cock with shock and amazement. Kain kept standing there grinning, lapping up the reaction from the wolf who knew exactly what was going to happen next. “Oh yes, little wolf, it’s time to see if you can take my Big Boy.” as he advanced towards him.

The night’s activities soon pivoted to center all around the massive dildo and how much Danny could take. It was a slow process, Danny took a good part of the tip, but Kain wasn’t impressed so he kept pushing the wolf to stretch and take in more and more.

Everything else halted, as Kain became persistent, borderline obsessed, in his attempt to push Danny to go past his limits. Kain kept teasing, massaging and pushing Danny’s asshole over and over again throughout the remainder of the night

It kept going until Kain was able to work the majority of a huge feral dildo into Danny’s strained and abused hole. When that happened Kain let out a genuine sigh of satisfaction. Kain excused himself as he left the room, allowing the little black wolf to stew in pleasure and pain of taking such a massive toy.

When Kain returned he had in his paws a document attached to a metal clipboard with a matching black titanium pen balanced on top of it. “You passed all my initial tests and I think you’re qualified enough for what I have planned for you, now…would you care to make it official” as he held out the document and slid the pen in Danny’s hand.

Danny only caught a glimpse of the paper from his position on the bed, from the look of it, it was some sort of contract and at the bottom was two dotted lines with the first one already filled out with Kain’s signature, in blocky and strong lettering.

In a fit of sexual frustration Danny frantically signed the little piece of paper without a second thought, at this point he would do anything if Kain demanded it. Kain just chuckled, following up with, “Now that it’s signed by both of us, let’s officially notarize it.”

As Kain withdrew a small little key. Recognizing what it was, Danny’s breath began to quicken, as he saw Kain lean down and insert the key into his cage. Following a small tug came the gentle sound of a lock clicking open and Danny felt the weight of the metal cage fall off of him.

That was more than enough of a signal for Danny’s body to react as his heart began to accelerate and renew its effort to pump blood down to this groin. His cock didn’t waste a single moment to take advantage of it’s freedom as it started to hastily expand with every furious throb. Faster than Danny could comprehend, his cock was standing upright and at attention.

Danny let out a tired sigh of satisfaction as he cherished the moment of freedom. The pleasure he felt as Kain’s warm paws wrapped around his shaft was exquisite and Danny was so sensitive at this point that he could feel not only the rough textured pads on Kain’s palm and tip of his fingers as they glided around his shaft but the tickle of each fiber of his soft fur that ran down the each finger as well.

Between the two extreme sensations Danny’s body went on edge, as his arms began to spasm with anticipation. That caused his body to clench against the feral dildo that was still wedged inside of him as well as causing his arms to renew the rattling of the chains against the frame.

Danny begged and wept for relief now, as Kain calmly and smoothly brought the clipboard down to Danny’s groin, hovering just between the strained cock and fluffy balls. Kain then brought his face down, pressing his nose at the base of the red cock, gave it a couple of sniffs before commenting, “Oh yeah, you’re perfect for what I need.” in a low growl before he extended his purple tongue and wrapped it around Danny’s red cock. That was enough for Danny to be pushed over the edge.

The little wolf’s whole body convulsed and shuddered as pleasure overtook him, he let out a desperate and long awaited moan of pleasure that was constantly interrupted by his rapid breathing. After hours and hours of teasing and denial, Danny’s body threw everything it had into that orgasm, draining him to the core.

Fully satisfied, Danny’s body soon succumbed to exhaustion. Through deep gasps of breaths the wolf saw Kain stood back up to examine the clipboard, on the paper, running right down the middle, was a streak of fresh white cum that meant to officiate whatever document that Danny signed.

Kain turned and looked Danny right in the eyes and at the black wolf, those piercing purple eyes peering directly into him was the last thing Danny saw before slipping into a dreamless sleep.

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Danny slowly came to his senses as he was greeted by a soreness of a proper full body workout. As he stretched and let out a groan he was met with the gentle sounds of chains rattling. As Danny came to his senses he felt the slightly damp latex sheets plastered against his back and that allowed him to get back to his senses as he remembered what night kind of night he had. That memory caused a grin to spread across his maw as he relished in the memory of what Kain put him through.

No sooner did Danny reach full conscience when his ears perked up as they heard movement on the other side of the room. Danny blinked his eyes open and focused them on the giant metal door in front of him. There was a twist of the handle, the metal door slowly swung inwards to reveal the hyena, Kain, in jeans and a tight t-shirt, standing in the doorway holding a plastic tray.

Giving a wide, welcoming, grin he walked in, passing through the square of sunlight that was casted by morning sun peering through the window as Kain slowly set the tray on Danny’s groin as he went to work unbinding Danny from the bed. “I was going to free you last night but after your mighty orgasm you passed out and you looked so… vulnerable peacefully sleeping in those restraints on the bed that I didn’t want to disturb you. Here, eat up” as Kain helped Danny sit up without spilling any of the contents. 

Danny peered down at the array that Kain made for him, the tray had a bowl of cinnamon oatmeal, a small plate of sliced fruits, a couple of sausages, few slices of bacon, and a thermos of hot coffee. Danny licked his lips as he finally realized that did not eat anything last night, even before his intense workout.

As Danny picked up a spoon and started to dig into the bowl of oatmeal, wolfing it down with gusto. Kain just stood by the side, waiting until Danny finished every single crumb from the tray, followed by a deep satisfied sigh. Once Danny was full and content, Kain cleared his throat and said, “Now that you are comfortable, we need to discuss the contract that you signed last night” 

Danny had to think for a moment of exactly what Kain was talking about, once he remembered there must have been something on his face that must have signaled it, because Kain immediately followed up with a, “Yes, that one. Despite the unorthodox situation surrounding the signing, it was a legally binding document. We must now go over the details.”

Danny’s heart began to race at that last sentence. He just thought that the clipboard was just a prop for the scenario last night, he never imagined that it was an actual legal document to be used against him. 

Before Danny could even form a protest, Kain cut him off, “I need someone to play with. To… vent out my mounting frustrations throughout the days, a live in servant if you will.”

“My last ‘personal assistant’ sustained an unfortunate injury while he was out on a trip. It was a nasty fall and unable to fulfill his duties, and he needed to be replaced as soon as possible.” 

Any of Danny’s concerns quickly got drowned out by curiosity. The way that Kain was talking about his servant, so earnestly, it was like it was an actual necessity to his life.

“I need someone experienced and more qualified than most to meet my standard and to keep up at my speed. Which is why last night was so intense, many subs break and call it quits just after I bring out the Dildo. You though, you took the majority of it. I was very impressed with your… determination.” Kain delivered that last sentence with extra emphasis.

Kain carried on to say that he was independently wealthy, as evidence of the dungeon he had, so this job pays while it would be an all day commitment, he would have ten days off a month plus benefits. Being his submissive servant Danny would be asked to attend to Kain’s duties and of course being ready to keep Kain entertained at all times of the month. 

Kain finished up with the month stipend that Danny would get for this gig. The number that Kain quoted made Danny’s jaw drop. Reading the wolf’s expression the hyena coolly continued, “and because I’m in a bit of a crunch for finding a replacement, I threw in a sign on bonus for the incredible short notice.” The bonus alone caused Danny’s eyes to pop.

He couldn’t believe it, that signing bonus alone would allow him to ease on through with rent for the rest of this month, the month beyond and still have some major change left over to help with other expenses.

After weighing his options of trying to back out of this very unusual job and navigate through the job market once more, he ‘reluctantly’ agreed to take Kain up on the job with a blush that noticeably caused the black fur on his face to darken even more.

With that simple agreement, Kain regained a hungry look in his eyes as he simply said, “Good. Now let me show you the work.” Kain circled to the foot of the bed, pulled out the metal chastity cage from his pant pocket and meticulously crawled onto the bed with the intent to explore Danny’s body all over again. He started grabbing his ankles, spreading them to provide enough room to crawl between them.

Kain’s hands moved up the bed, inch by inch until he wrapped his paw around Danny’s spent cock and fixed it onto the sheath. Once secured, Kain craned his head forward to make eye contact with Danny, mockingly saying, “I can’t have my servant get any post nut clarity on the job, he might decide he wants to back out.”

The hyena laughed as he leaned down and kissed the metal cage, allowing his tongue to dart over and between the bars of the frame. Danny let out a dissatisfied moan of pleasure and frustration as Kain started retreating from the bed and went to the far end of the room to retrieve that massive feral dildo again and approaching back to the bed with devilish intent, as Danny whimpered from the sight of the toy again.

From there Kain had his way with him, Danny spent the entire rest of the morning chained to the bed being subjected to the perverted minds of Kain, as his personal fuck toy. Kain ravaged him just like the night before, to the point where when Kain finally had to take his leave, Danny could only pant with exasperation on the bed, as  he laid there covered with lube, sweat and a combination of Kain’s cum and whatever could dribble out of Danny’s cage.

Danny would lay dazed on the bed, caught in exhaustion and bliss as he waited and tried his best to recover before Kain revisited him again. And Kain did make good on his promise to use Danny in whatever way he saw fit.

Every time Kain returned he welcomed Danny with the same hunger in his eyes and lips licking. On every return back to the dungeon, Kain increased his intensity, always pressing Danny to keep the pressure on them and going more and more in depth with that massive 20’’ feral dildo, while adding more intense restraints or harsher conditions as he kept pushing that toy deeper into Danny’s stretched asshole. No matter what task or twisted demands that Kain ordered Danny to do, it always incorporated that dildo, either shoving most of it into the wolf’s mouth or taking it up to the base. 

Throughout the day, Danny noticed that Kain’s demeanor began to change, the Hyena’s voice started to have a more and more harsh tone, and in the afternoon Danny noticed that Kain returned back to the dungeons quicker between breaks and having his way with Danny, the wolf noticed that Kain became more aggressive with his methods, bordering on sexual frustration, and the hyena’s eyes would constantly be checking the clock. Despite that, the wolf continued to stay determined and take everything that the dom would throw at him, always pushing himself to take more and more of the dildo every time.

It was not until early evening when Danny could finally take the dildo down to the base of the knot. It was the only time Kain looked satisfied at Danny and a slight mix of relief. After that session, the hyena left Danny alone for the rest of the day with the exception of bringing him his Dinner, a big hearty meal of steak and potatoes, along with instructions to ‘rest properly’ before the next time he returned.

After enjoying his meal Danny spent the rest of the evening in a daze, constantly slipping in and out of dreamless naps as he saw the summer light begin to fade from the room.

Danny awakened to the familiar sound of the dungeon door handle turning. Shaking himself awake he was greeted to a darkened room, the only illumination came from the moon and stars shining through the window. The heavy iron door swung open to reveal a backlit image of Kain standing in the door frame. The Hyena was naked save for the purple crystal dangling from his neck. Kain was hunched over and breathing heavily as Danny could see the glint form Kain’s eyes frantically darting around the room before landing squarely on him.

Through heavy pants Kain spoke in a harsh rough voice, “Danny boy, you have done a …fantastic job with what I have expected of you…” as he slowly stepped into the room, eyes still darting Danny between and the surroundings. “…Now … it’s time for the real test…the real reason I need you here.” Kain kept walking until his paws crossed onto the ray of moonlight that was casted from the window.

The moment Kain stepped into the illuminated he took a sharp breath and partly bent over, clasping’s his stomach as his crystal pendant started to shine a deep purple light. Danny saw through the moonlight that Kain’s veins started to pulse in a frighteningly rhythmic pace. Danny saw that Kane’s hind paws began to clench back and forth as his toes began to curl and uncurl as each toe slowly started to grow and expand, spread out as the feet began to widen.

Next came his legs as they began to spasm and twitch as the muscles started to bulge and pressed against Kain’s brown fur. Each muscle group was clenching and unclenching as the muscle mass grew. Danny noticed that every time Kain relaxed and straightened his legs, they extended upwards just a bit longer than last time.

At Kain’s torso the hyena started taking deeper and deeper breaths as Danny noted that with each inhale the Hyena’s chest started to get more developed. His pecs began to swell and form with each inhale and Kain’s ab muscles began to be more chiseled, as they kept pressing against Kain’s taunt skin When they were done, Danny could make out the deep and well crafted six pack.

Kain was now starting to snarl, with each breath and growl more and more of his fangs inched past his lips until a terrifying row of long sharp teeth lined his maw. His face was constantly contorted, growing out more and more to accommodate the new set of teeth.

But the most impressive part of the transformation was Kain’s cock and balls. His previous impressively competent cock was changing like the rest of him. It started out by getting erect in the rhythm of the spasm. Once it was standing erect at full mast  it kept growing beyond that, inch by inch by every frenzied breath. 

But it wasn’t just the length but the shaft’s width and shape changed as well, the base and shaft began to widen, expanding outwards in a slow and steady beat. It kept going until Danny realized with a flood of shock and horror, it was turning into the exact size and shape of that 20’’ feral dildo that Kain was so adamant to focus on all throughout the training sessions yesterday and today.

Kain’s breathing and panting slowed as he began to straighten himself up, as it was revealed that Kain’s shoulders and spine was affected in the transformation in the same way as his legs because Kain, standing at this full height was well over ten and a half feet. 

Kain took a moment to examine his body, moving his powerful arms to strike a few powerful poses. Once satisfied with what he had, Kain brought his gaze to Danny, looking at the stunned little wolf. Kain let out a deep laugh as he reached down to stroke his new massive and monstrous cock, through an incredibly deep and rough voice Kain simply said, “Oh yes, little wolf, it’s time to see if you can take me!” as he advanced toward Danny with giant steps.

With a heavy footstep the monstrous Kain took a step forward with his giant throbbing cock swinging with each step. Danny could barely prepare himself before Kain was in front of him, a single powerful paw descended and grabbed both of Danny’s wrists.

In one swift motion, Kain lifted Danny up in the air, as the other hand came in and flipped the wolf over and then slammed his stomach first on the bed, pinning Danny’s to the bed. The hand that helped Danny flip over his torso moved to his hip, with ease raised Danny’s hindquarters up in the air and soon two beefy fingers spread his cheeks apart.

Following that, there was a moment of thrilling suspense as nothing happened. Danny’s view was obscured by the latex bed sheets and he was frightened to move an inch as he felt the behemoth still moved over him. 

Danny could feel the hot puffs of Kain’s breath hit his upper thighs as he heard the monster known as Kain make a series of sniffs right on to Danny’s exposed asshole. After a stratified ‘huff, Danny heard the maw open up followed by Kain’s hot breath that briefly produced a huge wet flat tongue that slurped Danny from his taint to upper back before Danny heard the bed squeak as Kain’s weight moved onto the bed. Kain repositioned himself as Danny mentally prepared for what was next, he had been training for, what he actually signed up for.

Danny first felt the tip of that monster cock line up with his rear and with a sound that could almost be mistaken for a masochistic chuckle, Kain had pulled back and then rammed the cock right in.

The bed squeaked and shifted as Danny was transported into a blinding world of pain and pleasure from the sudden rush of the cock. The true size, texture and warmth of it all was incredibly demanding, while some part of Danny knew, or atleast prayed, that it was the same size of the dildo that Kain used earlier that day, but the real thing was so much more intense in every way and caused Danny’s body to react in a more authentic way, as his body caught on fire and the head of his cock rammed into the metal bars of the chastity cage.

Despite all of the all day training and stretching, Danny’s hole could only take the first third of the were-hyena’s cock the first go. Danny’s ass screamed in agony and bliss from the sensation and Danny barely recognized that Kain removed his cock from Danny’s ass before it was rammed back in again, penetrating even further this time as the girth got wedged between Danny’s cheeks.

From his position, all that Danny could do was stretch his legs, twitch his toes and let loose an overwhelmed gurgle from his throat. Danny’s hips moved with the monster hyena’s massive as Kain tried to get unstuck. Once the feral was removed Danny could feel the air come rushing into the gaping hole just before he heard Kain let out a loud snort as he lowered his head right next to Danny as he prepared for the third push.

Stars flashed in front of Danny’s eyes as he heard himself whimpering when his body took the cock, somehow taking it down just before Kain’s ballooning knot. Stunned by the filling sensation Danny just took it as Kain, in what the wolf assumes, was basking in the sensation of occupying an asshole that was stretched and prepared just for this form.

Damp hot hair rushed past Danny’s ears as Kain let loose a sign of satisfaction, as a sign that meant you passed the real inspection, as a gruff, “Good boy.” slipped past his curled lips, just before he pulled out to do it again.

The pounding was intense and continuous as he kept Danny pinned in place as Kain fucked away. At that point Danny was able to weirdly appreciate the intense and persistent training that the normal Kain forced Danny through, the hyena wanted to make sure that Danny didn’t break when the experience started.

As Danny was rhythmically rocked back, sandwiched between the bed and the beast above him, the wolf was briefly reminded of a breeding station that the stallions periodically used so they don’t get too pent up.

Throughout the night Danny stayed there on the bed, barely holding on to all the intense sensation that rocked him from the inside out. By this time Danny could feel his ass get more and more stretched as it made contact with Kain’s knot as each time Danny could feel that knot rubbing more against his asshole. There was no doubt it was being pushed deeper and deeper with each thrust, even if just by a few millimeters.

At that point Danny felt Kain shift his massive body as the bed groaned in protest yet again in response to Kain pulling back to take another plunge into the wolf. The blazing white fire ignited throughout Danny as his body took the cock in one swift motion, up to the first third of Kain’s knot. Once again Danny heard Kain grunt as the were-hyena leaned himself deeper into Danny’s hips. The wolf’s body screamed in protest but there was nowhere to go, not while Kain kept him pinned, so Danny could only grit his teeth and pushed his hips against the cock.

There was a tense moment of mind over body as Danny forced his body to take the rest of the knot. It felt like an eternity but Danny eventually felt his hole stretch over the goliathus knot before quickly sliding down the other side with a wave of satisfaction as the hole came to engulf and eventually close on the opposite side of Kain’s cock. 

There was a tense sigh of relief from both of them as Danny carefully readjusted his knees and elbow, when he noticed that Kain’s cock was now causing a noticeable distension from within his gut. 

At that, Danny felt the full body cock twitch from deep inside of him as he heard a deep gasp from Kain and began to brace himself for what was going to happen next. Kain’s body conversed as the were-hyena’s cock gushed hot cum deeper into Danny’s inside. The load was as big as the rest of Kain, as wave after wave of the stuff came billowing from him. As it went on Danny could feel his stomach start to become more and more extended and stretched as the cum kept surging into his, crashing into the wall of his intestines and filling up every corner.

When the corners got filled, Danny felt the pressure continue to increase as he felt his stomach begin to expand and extend outwards, and it kept going. Just when Danny thought that he was about to burst, the wolf felt the giant cock begin to slow down with the twitching and eventually, miraculously, stopping with one last squirt.

At the final bit of ejaculation, Danny felt Kain collapse in exhaustion on top of him, placing a few hundred pounds on Danny’s taunt belly. That increased body weight on him and his full gut of cum that was still plugged with the huge knot forced Danny to violently squirm. Those two actions caused some squirting out of some of the were-hyena’s warm cum to come leaking out of the edges of the knot. 

The little wolf exhaustedly protested the best he could and in response he felt Kain let out a groan as he leaned to his side, and Danny felt his huge paws land on Danny’s hips. In one quick swoop, Kain pivoted and swung Danny out from under him as his own hulking body replaced his spot on the bed. Danny landed on top of Kain as the wolf’s stomach rocked and sloshed as he settled in his position, resting on top of his hairy muscular abs. Once Danny’s insides settled down there was a tense moment where the black wolf braced himself for what could possibly come next.

After a terrifying moment of silence Danny felt a slow exhale gently rocked Danny’s body. More silence followed and then a gust of air came rushing past Danny as a snore filled the room, signifying that Kain finally was out for the count.

As Danny was resting on the giant were-hyena stomach stuffed with cum, in a room completely dark except for the light of the full moon in the sky and the glowing crystal around Kain’s necklace, Danny begun to finally relax himself

Just as he was beginning to fade away, with the ever slow and softening of the cock plugged inside of him, Danny only thought as he drifted away to sleep was,

“Maybe I can get used to this new job.”

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The Pig Show (Part 1)

It has been a few months since the official launch of The Pig Show and it showed. Under the guidance of Tobin and his, now, weekly live web broadcasts to all of your growing fans.

The continued popularity and financial success of the show resulted in Tobin funneling some of that money back into the show’s production value. It started with a better camera that recorded in Ultra HD and proper studio lighting and a boom mic to record your stomach gurgles. He even bought a mini fridge that he kept stock with thick ice cream bases whey shakes for the show sessions. 

After that Tobin moved on to props, soon every other week new packages were arriving at his place.He purchased jocks for him and you, outfitted you with suspenders, harnesses and a neoprene pig mask to wear during future broadcasts and photo shoots. The gear started to become costly since every few weeks after that Tobin had to place an order for a new pair of jocks because you outgrew it, a fact he would constantly tout online.

Tobin was even upping his presence over you and your fat ass more and more in the public space. He started pressuring you to keep your tighter shirts as you went out shopping with him and every time he would bring you to the local convenience store and order you to clean out the convenient store hot food displays. All while he was standing just over your shoulder as you were forced to stand there awkwardly as the store clerk rang up the half dozen cheeseburgers and whatever chicken tenders or pizza slices were left under the heat lamp. Then he would record you as you scarfed it down on the beach outside of the store for additional ‘extra content’ for the twitter account.

He even pressured you to take the work option to work from home, just like him. From there he had full control over you. Tobin would make you work and walk around the house with just your jock and suspenders most days and nothing else on the others. Throughout the day he would order delivery for you and make you drown every snack and meal with a tall glass of protein shake.

With both working from home and no commute to factor into it meant that your Pig Shows could go live early and go on longer. To spice things up Tobin switched between force feeding you shakes and solid foods, always with the intent to push your gut and your limit to the absolute limit over and over again through the sessions and weeks. There were some shows that were so intense that you couldn’t move after the camera went off, with your gut being so heavy and tight that it literally pinned you down until you could digest parts of your meal after a long food coma.

After a while of broadcasting, Tobin wanted it to be special. He sent the word out and built up hype for a special live showing of The Pig Show and placed a reservation at an All You Can Eat restaurant.

You were ordered to spend the full day fasting before your big show, soon three thirty rolled around and Tobin picked out your clothes, a plus Extra sized sweatpants with a failing elastic and an old t-shirt that you wore on your first date with Tobin. Now the shirt was so small on you that even on an empty stomach your massive gut protruded from the bottom, showing off a band of bare fatty flesh between the shirt and the sweatpants.

Once in your designated ‘going out‘ attire you lumbered behind Tobin he led you to his pickup truck and opened the passenger door. As you lifted yourself up to your seat, you felt the truck rocking back and forth as you settled into the seat. Once you squeezed your ass and monstrous gut into place, Tobin gave your stomach a soft pat before starting up the car and shifting it into gear and slowly accelerated out of the driveway and down the street.

You two were the first to arrive and once Tobin told the staff the reservation you two were led to the back of the restaurant, towards the biggest table they had. Walking past all rows of buffet food sizzling under the heat lamps made your stomach let out an audible growl of protest and hunger as you made your way to the table. Apparently the staff had to clear one segment of a room and put the two longest tables together to accommodate Tobin’s reservation. 

As you took your seat Tobin took no time to leave you at the table and make his way to the buffet. He grabbed two plates of the stacks and started to prowl his way through the aisles as he loaded up the plates with piles upon piles of food.

Starting with a base of fried rice one one and noodles on the other, he then started mounting piles and piles of meats, dumplings and pizza slices on top of that. He made his way back and slid you the two tall plates of food in front of you and your watering mouth. As you dug into your plate Tobin got up and went back to fix himself a third plate to himself, a small salad with light dressing.

As you ate people started trickling in towards your table. Apparently Tobin’s cover story for this evening was that it was your birthday party, since some greeted you with balloons with cartoon pigs on them as they wished you a Happy Birthday. They were all welcomed by Tobin as they took a seat at the table and every time they got up and made their own plate they also took the liberty of providing you with another tall plate of fried food, all so you didn’t have to get up from the table.

As the evening rolled on more and more people from the local side of your community were showing up at your table, some fans some were aspiring feeders and feedees, but they were all there for you. Each one provides you plates, free drinks as well as encouragement and jabs about you and your filling gut. One couple even brought a bottle of appetite enhancers, which Tobin immediately served to you and all of the other feedees there.

Tobin acted like he always did on stream, and acted as the host for the event, relying comments, stories, commands from the table towards you on top of live tweeting photos and video clips of the mountains of food you started putting away as he made sure that you kept going, plate after plate that was ‘generously donated’ from the table.

You felt a new wave of excitement at the prospect of eating and performing to a live audience. You were in the spotlight, everyone was here because of you and your feasting and as you looked up between plates, you noticed that there were always at least six pairs of eyes on you as you went to grab another plate. It didn’t take long for you to get into your well practiced rhythm of chewing and swallowing. Through the mouthfuls, the stack of empty plates in front of you began to grow taller and taller.

Despite your training and Tobin’s best efforts you reached your limit after the sixth or seventh plate. Once you finished that plate you lifted your fork in a dramatic fashion and let it drop and clatter onto the empty plate to the roar of the crowd. That is where you sat, basking while everyone at the table worked through their plates but always waiting for you to make room for another bite.

There was no need to get up or fetch another plate or drink, since Tobin was on the ball making sure that someone was always on their way back to the buffet also helped you out to get another plate of appetizers or get the attention of a waiter to bring you another soda or milkshake.

All of the guests had had their own books, phones and portable chargers. They were here for the long haul and committed to the event, and to see your got your money’s worth from the all you can eat buffet.

As the evening turned into night the guests became more and more rowdy, dropping any established facade that it was a birthday part as the cheers, jeers and chants after completing another plate. The party kept going for hours and hours. You ate so much good you had to make adjustments to your attire, untying your sweatpants for starters, freeing up some much needed space for your encroaching gut.

There you stayed, going through phases of stuffing yourself, resting as others took up the slack and ‘ate for the table’ as Tobin slipped you another appetite pill followed by the slowly regaining your hunger to tackle another few plates. All while as your gut expanded and rode against your old shirt. 

It was getting late and the restaurant staff were long past wary and started sliding your table dirty looks as they kept having to wait on the entire party that had long lost their own table manner in the craze of the moment. And you were so close to the goal.

At the last hour Tobin went up and gave you one last massive plate of food, while whispering into your ear, “hurry up pig, you got one last shot to show them all what you are”. That little whisper rekindled your appetite-enhanced hunger and you began to dig into this one final plate. Eating past the protest of your stomach and stuffing yourself to past your limits as your gut pushed further forward and out from under your taunt shirt

You let out a deep moan as the shirt hem creeps over the apex of your stomach, you keep chugging more and more, pushing yourself until your stomach pushes out and finally pushes the shirt past the top of your now firm gut. In a rush of sensation you felt the shirt material come rushing up your gut and bunching up with the rest of your shirt at your pecs.

Underneath the now retreated shirt was the most recent purchase that Tobin made with the show’s money. In big black blocky text the words “BIG HOG” was permanently tattooed on your stretched stomach, just above your belly button.

The party let out a huge roar at the sight of your new tattoo. They let out waves of hollers form the table, loud enough for every waiter and remainder staff to glare at all of you. You were too busy, letting out a series of belches and gasps as you felt everyone’s hands on you, all rushing to rub your now exposed gut as they whoops and cheered in celebration. 

After a while Tobin came swooping up besides you and eased you out of your chair. Staggering to your feet Tobin directed you towards the door as the crowd joined you, all chanting “BIG HOG! BIG HOG!” over and over again in a drunken and horny craze they followed behind you to the parking lot. 

It was a slow and slugger walk as you made your way to Tobin’s truck. Someone dashed ahead of you two and opened the passenger door, from your oncoming food coma you heard Tobin bark out, “Oh no, he was just on his way out from out growing that seat, here…” as you heard a beep from the truck and he followed up with, “pop the tailgate. We’ll load him in there.” That was met with a roar of hearty laughter as men started coming from behind to help Tobin. 

With still so much food in you, there was not much you could do to contribute the action, save for the tiniest little bunny hop when they counted down to lift. With a well-time countdown Tobin and the others were able to slowly lift you up to the truck.. It was a slow and sluggish struggle but soon enough they were able to get you off the ground and slide you into the bed of the truck, as you heard and felt the truck groan and sag as more of your weight was placed on it.

With help from the group, you were pulled and pushed to the center of the bed as you just stared at the starry night, too dumbfounded and stuffed to the brim to make any sense of what was happening around you. 

You heard Tobin thank everyone for attending and wished them the best, followed by feet walking away. You felt Tobin get into the driver side, rev up the engine and the small jostle as Tobin backed up and slowly drove you back home.

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You received a text message while you were at work. Sam, an old co-worker of yours from a past job, reached out and asked if you were free to meet up somewhere to catch up and talk over this weekend. It was out of the blue but you had nothing better planned, you accepted the invite and hashed out the time and place.

As you finalize the details of the meet up, you could not help but notice how quickly Sam was responding to your replies. It was like he was actively waiting by the phone during the entire conversation.

That Saturday you arrived at the location, a nice locally owned coffee shop. You got there a bit early so you went to the barista, got your cup of latte and took a seat at a table in the middle of the floor, facing the front door. As you sat down with your coffee, sipping and idly fidgeting with the paper cup with your fingers you began to think back to working with Sam.

You met Sam at your old job a few years ago. He was a young small, little dude with a petite frame and a mop of messy brown hair on his head that covered his eyes. He was a good worker but just incredibly timid. He was so meek at work some of your co-workers started to call him ‘Shy Sam’. You took him under your wing for training, showing the ropes, and worked with him for a while before you got a better job offer and left the office.You did remember that he was always wearing plain clothes and he never talked about this hobbies, never discussed his social life, as if there was anything to talk about with him. He was just always just plain and boring.

As you were thinking of the past, the door chime rang as the door swung open, and a man stood in the middle of the doorway. He was tall, strong, built like a truck. He wore a polished black leather coat and  motorcycle pants. He was sporting a clean cut haircut and a 5 o’clock shadow covering over his strong jaw. His brown eyes were hard as flint,as he stood there, scanning the room. He finally laid his eyes on you and those eyes sparked to life.  He acknowledged you with a wry smile and then with a glace over his back. The man walked in and took a step of the side to reveal what was standing behind him. 

It was Sam.

You would not believe it was him, if not his still petite body structure and his own persistent expression shyness and uncertainty on his face. Now Sam’s moppy brown hair was dyed bleach blonde and shaved into a military buzz cut. His face acquired a half dozen piercing, a few silver studs on both of his ears and a shiny golden ring was placed right on the side of his nose. It all totally clashed with his weak and mild expression, he had no confidence to pull it all off. 

On his neck was a thin metal chain link necklace, brazenly exposed for all to see. After doing a quick take you noticed that the other man was sporting the same kind of chain necklace but his chain necklace had bigger and thicker chains.

Resting underneath the necklace was a black fishnet shirt, with his pail torso showing underneath. On his hands were bracers and on inspections you saw that they were well padded with mental hoops on each side. He had black jeans on his legs and matching black short ankle military boots just beyond that. Sam’s eyes skittered around the room before he found you. He blushed and after craning up to the man, he received a firm head hod and slowly moved towards you. 

As Sam broke away, the other man marched to the cashier and placed his order, then deliberately made his way to a far away table and sat down in a chair to face directly at you two. Everything he did was the relay that he was there to watch you two talk and he was not hiding that fact from anyone in the cafe. 

Sam approached with that memorable weak smile, awkwardly pulling a chair across from you with an awkward laugh and a weak apology as he sat down. You were thrown for a bit of a loop and you still had no idea how to even begin to respond. So you just answered with stunned silence. Taking that as a cue, Sam made another nervous laugh and tried to restart the conversation. “So ….erm. How’s life?”

Regaining some stability, you replied with a shaky, ‘it’s.. all good’ and after a bit you went off listing off the mundane and mild developments of your 9am-5pm job. Then you bounced the question back to Sam, ‘Son… ahh you have been through some changes?” guesting to his attire.

Sam blushed and stole a look at the man he came in with, who continued to monitor your table through the crowded cafe. He Sat with a wide stance, posed to strike, with his eyes locked on Sam, not you. He kept stuttering as if he was bracing for what was coming next and then he told you. 

He told you how he was in a bit of a bad place, mentally, a few years. Between work and personal stuff and he started to spiral. That was about the time when Sam found him, Xander.

Apparently Sam was a big admirer of the alternative scene as found Xander on a special dating app. After a bit of talking Xander took Sam under his own wing and ‘collared’ him two and a half years ago. He paused in hesitation before concluding with “and here we are” as he gave another glance at Xander.

After hearing that impressive tale, he slouched in his seat with a sigh. Looked at you expectantly, you were re-staggered into stunned disbelief.

You always heard about BDSM relationships and saw a fair few videos and posts during your most depraved late night browsing but you never thought that you would ever meet someone in that, let alone little meek Sam being able to be a part of one.

Before your brain could process it all your mouth sprung to life, “So you’re the….” training off. “the Sub yes.” Sam said sheepishly. “But Mr. Xander has had me describe myself in more …. colorful terms”. Instinctively you followed up with a “and that you’ve….”   

Sam blushed as he replied with, “yes I have done… a lot of things. He is a very experienced Master.” Sam embarrassed arose in his voice for a bit as he explained it but judging on how he was going through the phrases he had this conversation before. Just like old times.

‘Oh?’ you immediately replied, as your dick started to twitch. And before you could stop yourself your mouth once again added on “like what?” Sam shuttered, glanced back at Mr. Xander, took a breath and began listening to them all. In detail. He wasn’t lying in saying how Xander was an experienced dom.

Sam had been through things that you only saw in the most perverse BDSM comic and stories and then went beyond that. Apparently under the guise of Xander’s leadership Shy Sam was quite used and popular. He initially stammered but then his voice became more solid as he went off on stories and tales about being ordered to dress every day. Ordered to track the total length of times he was able to a butt plug in him, down to the minute and second. He was offered and auctioned off at parties. Apparently had his pictures and videos posted all over the web, with plenty of professional photo shoots with all types of outfits and  sensory deprivation gear.  As you spied at his fishnet top, you saw a few ‘on brand’ tattoos on his chest as well, evidently also at the behest of Xander.

As he went on, while you felt pangs of jealousy, arousal and appreciation to Sam’s commitment. You quickly snapped out of your growing fog of arousal as you realized you two were just talking about Sam’s recent history of hardcore bdsm in a very busy cafe in the middle of the day, with his dom watching this conversation.

 After coming to your scenes you asked, “Wait, why are you even telling me this?” Sam’s emboldened persona broke down as he stammered a rehearsed tone . “As a part of Mr. Xander’s Social Rehabilitation program, he had ordered me to.. To contact and … show off to everyone… “ Sam’s face went beat red, “to everyone that I have ever had a crush on. And offer myself up to them” then quickly clammed up.

That hit you like a ton of bricks. All you could do was stare back with wide eyes as you went over everything. He had a crush on you? You would never have guessed in a million years, not that he would tell you back then but still… And he was offering himself to you, to make up for lost time. 

No way this was happening. 

You said nothing, you didn’t even move a muscle. After a few seconds of waiting, a flash of disappointment flashed over Sam’s face and sadness then set in as his shoulders slumped even more. You then saw Xander quietly walked towards you two, he put his hand on Sam’s shoulder and quietly told him to get up.

As they were about to leave through the door you finally snapped out of your daze and louder than you intended proclaimed, “Wait!”

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After a long winter and a delayed start to spring. It was finally nice enough weather was nice enough to be called pleasant and your handler was getting antsy to finally get out and do some traveling. 

Reaching out to a good friend, your handler informed you that he had acquired a fully souped-up R.V and in the same breath ordered you to call your work and blow the two and half weeks of vacation time you saved up because he was going on a transcontinental tour of the country and you were going to be riding gun along the way.

After pulling some strings with the administration in your office, you were reluctantly approved for the road trip. You had to tell a few white lies about your reasons and intentions for taking such a huge amount of time off in such short of notice, fibbing and saying that the events out of your control cause this to happen, which was true, and that your hands were tied which knowing your handler was going to be true.

Your handler spent the next few days hurrying around, making plans, buying travel food, researching, packing and scheming. He kept an airtight lip of what you two were going to be doing throughout the trip but judging from some of the packages that were in the trash of your handler’s trash bin, you had some guesses and none of them were ideal for traditional rest and relaxation  of a normal vacation.

Soon the big day was here. The first thing in the morning your handler woke you up from your sleep and ordered you to get dressed as he prepared the last minute preparations. Blinking bleary eyed at the bed stand you saw that your handler already had your outfit laid out for you, relaxed blue jean, your favorite pair of athletic sport boxers and a white t-shirt that had sex toy logo printed just above the bright red letters that spelt, “Beta Tester”. The clothes were all folded in a neat pile, and laying onto was a brand new remote controlled vibrating plug.

Laying eyes on your assigned wardrobe you took a deep breath, catching the scent of freshly brewed coffee in the room next over, and started preparing yourself to get into your assigned outfit. After a while you stepped out of the bedroom with everything on and in place.

You were greeted with a bowl with a hearty serving of plain oatmeal and coffee from a camping style canister. Once you downed your breakfast your handler, who was sporting his leather biker outfit, ordered you to grab the last of your things and meet him in the car. You followed obediently, grabbing you own backpack and luggage as fast as you can, while still being careful of the firm latex plug that was nestled deep inside of you. After a short drive out of the city you two arrived at what must be your handler’s friend’s place, by evidence the large white and brown R.V parked out in front of the front yard.

Pulling up to the driveway, your handler gave two small and quick honks on the horn. A few moments later the front door opened up and a tall big burly man with red hair and a full viking beard filled the doorway. The man squinted his eyes at your handler and then stepped out of the front door, revealing he was wearing a white T-shirt that was stretched tightly against his chest and biceps, plaid PJ bottoms, and pink bunny slippers on his feet. 

Your handler stepped out of the car with you following besides him after easing out of the seat, careful not to jostle anything inside of you, and joined the two as your handler greeted the man with a handshake and a strong embrace.

After exchanging pleasantries and reviewing the care and maintenance of the vehicle, your handler handed his car keys to the man as he handed the RV set in return. Your handler then turned to you and ordered you to pack and secure both yours and his luggage bags into the back of the RV and join him in the front.

Your handler sat in the driver seat as you gingerly slid into the passenger seat. As you were readjusting your ass and thighs to get the most comfortable for the most comfortable position for the long ride, your handler was busy fidgeting with the sound system. After a minute of juggling between his phone, the phone mount, and the RV’s radio, you heard the two tone sync notification chime within the RV’s speaker system and and from the firm plug inside of you, matching the beat.

It was at that moment it finally dawned on you what was in store for you. Your handler then flicked through his phone and pulled up his music playlist, queued up with a long list of songs, allowed you to get a quick glimpse of the playlist before turning the screen away from you. With a mischievous grin, extended one finger and allowed gently press the triangle button on the screen.

The RV filled with the starting chords of rock and roll. With the music playing, your plug sprung back to life and started buzzing and rocking your insides in sync with the music, your breath got caught in your throat as the track began to increase the pace. Your handler pulled out of the driveway with a wave goodbye to the man you stayed in your seat, stock still as you felt the plug going off and on with the beat of the music.

There you sat, maintaining your cool as your cock started to respond with a strong twitch as the rest of you was doing your best to act normally in your seat. Despite that you kept your body at a forced relaxed state, not only to try to impress your handler with how unfazed you were with this trick but on the off chance that any spying eyes from the other cars on the road would witness you enjoying yourself a little too much in the passenger seat.

After a few minutes on the town roads rocking out to the music you were actually enjoying the tunes and the general experience, then ramp to the highway was approaching. Your handler cleared his throat and you caught him side eyeing you as he dramatically lifted his right hand off of the wheel and moved it right to the phone, you only just heard your handler say, “get ready” before he pressed the Next button on his phone.

The current song cut out and a half second after that Death metal blasted out of the speakers at full volume as your handler pressed the accelerator to the floor. The drastic shift in music caught your off guard and the sudden applied force kept you dazed for an extra moment. During that moment of hesitation your plug went completely berserk, vibrating the best it could to keep up with the beat of the music at the highest intensity.

You felt the vibrations now spread out from the base of your ass up your torso to the point where you could feel the coffee in your stomach begin to shift and shake inside your stomach. Right at the center of it all was your poor prostate, getting pulverized by the plug. 

Your heart started to race away as a new batch of blood went straight to your cock, as it redoubled it’s effort to press against the cloth of your restrictive athletic underpants to reach its full height and girth. Your body was on full alert and with that it felt everything in a more hyper aware perspective, the already loud music drowning your ears and with that you felt the vibration of the music, only only from inside your ass but from your shoes, legs, arms and chest all thanks to the quality speaker blasting away. 

As you tried to continue to maintain your cool while desperately trying to not move too much as your cock was just about to explode but it was a losing battle. At this point you couldn’t even trust yourself to make any sudden movement that would shift the fabric of your pants against the sensitive tip of your cock. Because you know that if you blow your load now, you would not be given a chance to change out of your wet pants until your handler explicitly gave you permission.

While you thought about that some part of your nearly overwhelmed brain flashed back to the glimpse of the playlist on your handler’s phone and while you did not have time to catch any of the names of the tracks, you did have time to notice the vast number of songs on the list. That’s when it really hit you how long this was going to be. That was when you realized that there was a legitimate chance that you were going to stuck in this position, listening to high octane track after high octane track for hours on end with that you let out a half hysterical laugh that transformed to a desperate moan at the end.

From there your body started to fail you as your eyes started to water, your legs and hips began to squirming in the seat, and you’re breath started to quicken.

On cue your handler yelled over the music, “Can you be quiet!? I’m trying to enjoy the music!” And he carefully reached into his leather jacket and produced a black and red ball gag and handed it over to you. Without having anything else needed to be said, you took the ball gag from him and shakily parted your lips, securing it in place, and latching it around your head.

The taste and sensation of the silicon on your lips was the straw that broke you down, your steady breath gave away to near hyperventilation as you finally succumbed to the overwhelming sensation of the various assaults on your senses. With the safety net of the ball gag secured, some part of you finally broke and let loose all the pent up moans of pleasure and anguish that you were holding back since the start of the ride, all of which being muted by the gag and covered by the music. You did not care anymore of what other people would think of you if they drove by, it didn’t matter anymore.

That is where you stayed. Strapped in your seat, unable to move away from the speaker or get up to readjust your plug and having absolutely no idea what song was next in the queue or for how much further you were expected to bare it. It was all too much to ever get used to, so there you sat in a state of perpetual awareness of everything affecting you second after second. while there was nothing but straight liens of the highway and highway signs passing you by at a steady pace.

After a few hours of agonizing vibrations and staring silently out at the highway you heard a small chime come from the dashboard, with a little orange light start the blink on the dashboard, just on the edge of your peripheral vision. 

Your handler paused the music, and the plug and finally talked to you for the first time since getting onto the highway. “I hear this particular truck stop up ahead has an amazing diner, all the truckers here rave about it. Best flapjacks and glory holes around,” he said nonchalantly added, “guess which one you’ll be tasting?

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“Thank you for waiting, please enjoy your  t-Time.” you stuttered out the last word as you gave them a goodbye nod as the two men walked past after the bouncer waved them in. Soon after the next group of people from the line moved up to take their place, bringing back to the familiar sight of pant belts, and waists obscuring your vision while offering you a slight relief from the chill of the night wind blowing by. That wind also offered a harsh contrast of the warm humid air you felt on your waist and legs.

Like before you steady your breath and repeat the greeting phrase that you have been repeating all night long, “WElcome to the Hole in the Wall…. Erkd, I’m the doormat today….I-i hope you have been doING WH-well. All you could do was smile and nod as you tried to stifle a moan as another load got deposited into your rear, followed by a quick parting slap on the ass before, you assumed, that person left you alone.

That greeting, like the rest of the night, was met with fascinated comments and cooing of the spectacle of you from the guests.

“I cant believe that they can do this.” “It must be illegal.” “Can you imagine what the rest of the inside looks like if this is on the outside?” All you could do was just grin and bear it from having to listen to the same questions yet again as you felt another playful spank on your rear from an unknown hand.

As you were stuck there you mind wandered back to how exactly you got there.

It all stemmed from a running joke from what your handler would do at the VIP members only monthly events. During every VIP night he would always make a point to arrive with you at the club incredibly early, some time you got there with him even before some of the club staff members were supposed to clock in.

Once there you were ordered to stand by the front door and to greet all the other VIP members, as well as offering them any initial services before they entered.

This was all done as your handler kept a vigilant eye on you from across the floor to make sure you always maintained your proper posture, that you personally greet everyone and that you followed through with any of their requests.

At first it was viewed as a novelty by the other members, as they smiled and nodded as they walked by but your handler continued to restate his demand at every VIP event. Soon the other members started to accept your ordered offer of services, first it was just the doms then they allowed their subs to be serviced by you. Your handler kept it up for so long that the rest of the members gave you the nickname ‘Door Matt’.

During last month’s event as you were stationed at the door, you spied the club owner approach your handler, lean in and whisper something into his ear. Whatever he said you then saw your handler lock his eyes on you and smiled with pure delight before he turned towards the club owner and energetically shook hands.

That interaction gnawed at you for the rest of the night as you carried on with your duties. In the car ride after the event your handler nonchalantly informed you that he already ‘booked your next appointment’ but stayed tight lipped about any questions or pleas of information for the rest of the ride home.

Over the next few weeks, you almost forgot about the comment he made, until the day he stepped out for personal errands by himself. Hours later you received a text from your handler with instructions to be a new address at 4:00pm sharp. Feeling uncertain of what was expected of you but you had a gut feeling that it was somehow related to the conversation your handler and the club owner had last month.

The directions took you to a small parking lot, where your handler was there waiting for you. As you pulled into the spot next to him, you stepped out and immediately handed over your keys over to him as he led you down the closest alley.

From your memory of this side of the city you were down by the seedier part of the city, a far ways from the club or the usual haunts.

As you followed your handler down a maze of side and back alleys your handler eventually stopped by a back door of a building. Pausing for a dramatic effect he rapped on the metal door and a moment later the door opened, washing you with harsh fluorescent light as your handler ushered you through.

As you walked in you were greeted with the smell of new paint and freshly cut lumber. As you blinked your eyes to adjust to the light, you saw it. Rows of asses lined each of the recently remodeled walls, all on display. Dozens of men’s lower half bent down into a presenting pose as the top half of the body disappeared into a padded hole in a recently installed drywall.

Scanning the room you noticed that every imaginable type of ass was there; there were twinks with their bubble butts, muscular sculpted ass of jocks, feminine fannies, chunky to down right huge asses. Despite only seeing their bottom half, from their fidgeting and shifting of their stance you knew they were all anxiously waiting for whatever was coming next.

Upon closer inspection each ass on display had a little engraved plaque above them, a permanent marker on a string to the right of each one, a small hanging wire frame basket of lube and wet wipes. Your handler firmly grasped your shoulder from behind and compelled you to walk forward, across the room to the far opposite wall, as you crossed the room your handler talked.

“Yeah we all started working on this a few weeks ago. The club owner approached you as he explained how he got of this crazy fundraising idea after being inspired by your actions. It took a while to rent out a building and a bit more to refurbish it to meet our… specific needs.” 

As you walked by each rear on display you noticed that the plaques had a the name of the doms that frequent the club, as you walked by the second plaque of the same dom name it finally clicked with was happening.These were the club member’s subs, they were here to be on display and used for everyone who walked in, just like what you have been doing for the past few months.

With that drawing realization you finally noticed something else, next to each presented ass was a small black credit card reader and just above that was a white strip of label maker that listed the price.

As you keep looking at each ass and comparing them to their price, walking by the makeshift bar and ending up at an empty padded hole just left of the front door to an empty hole in the wall that brought in a draft of the outside city life. Looking above the hole you saw a plaque that had your handler’s name engraved on it and to the right was the price tag. All it said was “Free”.

Turning to your handler, he greeted you with a beaming smile as he proudly stated, “I made sure to install this one personally.” Glancing between the padded hole and your handler, you took a deep defeated sigh and did the only thing you left for you to do. You started to unbutton your pants, take off your underpants and slowly slide your arms, then head, and finally your torso into the padded hole. The height from the floor and the dimensions of the hole fit your body perfectly and soon you were in position.

Once you wiggled in you looked around the outside of the building. It was a standard store building but with all of the windows boarded up, craning your head left and right you then realized that you were sticking out onto a quiet side street. Out of the corner of your eye you could see the club’s sign illuminated just between you and the front door, in bright neon lighting it spelt out the words “Hole in the Wall”.

You then felt a light slap on your ass and a moment later you saw your handler emerge from the front door, inspecting you to make sure you were securely in place. After that he ran down your orders for the night.

You were given a standard welcome greeting to recite over and over again to every group of people. While there were plenty of other asses to tap and pay for on the inside, you were going to be the face of this fundraiser. Thus you were expected to pose with the customers and answer any question about you, your kinky life, or about the club.

From there your handler told you that the boys were going to make the online announcement of where the popup club was going to be and that it’s officially open for business. He then gave you a nod and walked back inside as one of the club’s bouncers came out and stood at attention in front of the door.

When the club officially opened up, there was a rush of men eager to line up and get in. During that initial time all you could do was stay in your position as all of the guests hurried passed you only giving you a pass glance, a condescending comment, a tussle on the head or a slap on the ass once they walked around. 

Within the half hour the club filled to max capacity, and the bouncer had to stall the flow of horny men from entering. That was when you had to step up and make awkward small talk to all as those waited to get in. The wait in the line was pretty small, all things considered, but it was still enough time for them to gawk, jeer and ask intrusive questions and you were ordered to entertain them all. All the while maintaining your composure as guests from the inside was freely using your ass in whatever way they wanted.

Back to the present the current group got waved through by the bouncer and the cuter one said, “I’ll say hi to your other half for you.” with a wink as he walked inside as he grabbed his groin. As he did that you couldn’t help but notice the imprint of his huge cock against his skinny jeans.

A few seconds later, you felt a tender hand tap your on the right outermost thigh and it then glided over your right check with the faintest touch of his fingertips before they were lifted as they passed over your crack before touching back down on your left cheek. It caressed it for a bit before the rest of his hand came down to forcefully grab it accompanied by his right hand seizing your right cheek and spreading them wide open.

Despite knowing it was going to happen you couldn’t stop your body from letting loose a spasm of anticipation, which unleashed a trickle of lube and cum to come dribbling out of you running down your taint and eventually clinging to your balls.

There was a distinct and undeniable sensation of spit forcefully landing on your lower back before you felt his cock flopped on top of that spot. Then that cute guest dragged his head and shaft down, slowly running down to your rear and towards your asshole.

As that all happened behind from the other side of the wall, you  were just left with a mental image of what that guy was packing. The head was one the biggest you ever felt in a while and his shaft was as big as your two thumbs pressed together. As the massive cock kept getting dragged down it soon lined up itself into position and then….WHAM!! 

In a fraction of a second you experienced all of what he had to offer at once. The head of the penis parted your partially gaped hole, rushing past your prostate and followed by inches and inches of incredibly thick and sturdy shaft.

The head kept burying deeper and deeper inside of you, followed by the exhilarating sensation of getting immediately filled up by that gigantic cock. It only stopped penetrating you when you felt his hip collide into your cheeks, followed by his nuts slapping against your balls a split second later. You were left breathless during the insertion but as you felt the impact of his hip, some part of you registered that it reached the deepest point inside of you and your body finally allowed you to take a catch your breath.

You then felt his hands fasten on to your hips as he pulled back removing every inch of his cock out of you before ramming it back in again at the same speed and intensity. He repeated the process over and over again, no foreplay, no warm up, just plowing you at full speed. The length, size, speed and pace was all too much for you and by the third thrust you were overwhelmed by the waves of raw feeling cascading over you like a tsunami. 

You tried to maintain composure but you couldn’t hold out and soon you were drowning in pleasure as you finally let loose a moan of long held back pleasure as you broke down to just panting and gasping as every powerful thrust continued to overwhelm you. Some part of you realized that you were fully at his mercy in every aspect as he carried on pounding on your prostate over and over again.

You were totally lost in ecstasy, so much that it wasn’t until you heard, “Damn, he must be getting some amazing dick in there” before you saw that you the line moved up and the next group of strangers were staring directly at you as you were bent over and getting fucked silly.

Casting your eyes up you gazed upon the people with unfocused eyes. Remembering your orders you tried to regain some control to gather enough of a breath to recite the canned welcome that you were able to spout out dozens of times before this moment. But you could never find a moment to fill your lungs with enough air and as a result all you could do was push out a sputtering gasp of the first word a few times before giving up as a particularly strong thrust interrupted your efforts of a civil greeting with a primal moan.

“Well sounds like he’s getting a bit too loud right now, might draw the attention of some nosy citizens or a patrolling police car and ruin the fun for the rest of us who haven’t gotten in yet. Best to keep him real quiet”, he said as he undid his belt and in one quick motion he whipped out his cock and trusted it into your gasping and gaping mouth. 

Even though you saw it all unfold right in front of your own eyes, the mental haze of the pounding was so strong that you were still not prepared for it. Which left you choking and suffocating a half minute before your well trained instincts kicked in as you switched to breathing through your nose and started to take on the responsibility of sucking the cock that was in your mouth. 

Your brain was properly fried and the only thing you could do was squirm in your hole in the wall and to try your best to catch up to be in the moment. Off in the distance you heard the crowd murmuring spread throughout the crowd.

It continued for an eternal moment until the guy pounding your ass delivered one final thrust as you felt the waves and waves of his cum shooting deep into you and coating your insides. Finally felt him slowly pull out and wipe his cock on your cheeks as he finished off with a compassionate pat on the back as he left. 

With that burden from your rear relieved, you dedicated your tattered focus on the man who now moved on to straight up throat fucking you. A few minutes later he pressed his groin right on your lips as you felt his load go shooting down your throat. He left it in there for a moment, in his own post nut bliss before he slowly pulled out his cock from your mouth and wiped the spit and cum mixture on you, painting your entire face before he put it back into his pants. 

The bouncer then commented, “If you guys are all done with the Door Matt, there’s space for you now.” and like that, the man moved on without even saying goodbye.

After that encounter you were completely spent, sputtering with cum and exhaustion as you tried to catch your breath. With tears in your eyes you looked up and saw that all of the men in this group were looking at you with lust in their eyes as each was already rubbing their freely exposed cocks, raring to go.

The only thing you could do was to gather your breath and recite the repeated phrase you were instructed to say, “Welcome to the Hole in the Wall, h-how can I help you to-day?”

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