#male bondange

This story was commissioned by anonymous 

Steven took a long satisfying pull of whiskey as the lion settled down in the comfy chair, finally home in his manor after a long week of office meetings that he had to attend and force himself to participate in. Steven even had to be at the dullest one that was scheduled for 3 pm that Friday, all because that’s what CEOs are supposed to do.

 Steven savored the taste of whisky he squirreled it around his maw, allowing himself the pleasure of enjoying the evening of rest by himself before he had to begin to think about the social events, fitness exercises, and grooming appointments that he would need to endure over his short weekend. With the thought that despite all his wealth he still never had all the free time he wanted, he took a deep breath through his nose, closed his eyes, and forced himself to relax. 

When Steven lazily blinked open his eyes he noticed that it was much darker than a moment ago. He was about to curse himself for sleeping away the small bit of downtime he had, when he opened his eyes, even more, to see that he was in a completely new location. He was no longer in his manor, laying back in his easy chair. 

Steven was sitting on a cold, hard cement floor that was pressed against his ass and thighs. Something about that sensation registered as wrong to him, but in the confusion of the moment, he hardly noticed. Steven groggily lifted his head and swept it left to right to ordinate himself. The place was dark, barely illuminated by a single hanging bulb overhead and it smelled of stale wood and mold. 

Once his eyes adjusted to the darkness and fully comprehended what they were looking at, they shot wide open as Steven realized that he was now in a basement that he had never been in before. 

[Steven finally looked down at where he was sitting and his heart practically jumped up into his throat. 

His initial thought of where he was sitting was correct, he was on a bare cement floor in the middle of a white circle that looked like it was drawn with chalk. As he sat on the unburnished floor, he saw that his tone and fit body were engulfed in a soft pink bodysuit.
But as he fought gravity to lift an arm and moved it over to his chest, and feeling the sensation of it he realized that there was no bodysuit. 

Somehow his body was one of pale pink lard that had plump moobs that fell over a flabby gut that expanded into his lap. 

-the folds that it made

-and the think pudgy arms and legs

-a 100lb extra pound or so

Confused and afraid, Steven looked down at his body and to his astonishment and horror, he saw a mountain/hill of soft flab surrounding/clinging to his body. After a bit of inspection and lifting his pink and plump covered hand with a fat porky finger at the end of it.

Astonished by the finger/actual steven let loose a yell of surprise which wrung deeper and gruffer than he knew to be right]

A voice from Steven’s right cleared his throat and said, “From the look on your face, it looks like this little ritual worked…I’ll be damned.”

Whipping his head over, Steven focused on a figure that was standing so still in one of the darkened corners that did not even register him when Steven first looked around. He was tall, broad-shouldered, toned with a sizable muscle gut and completely naked except for leather chaps and a black chest harness. This hog was clean-shaven and had a disbelieving expression on his face. He closed the old hardcover book that was resting open in his hand with a loud clap.

“How’s it going Mr. CEO man? Feeling a little startled and surprised no doubt… well don’t worry,” The pig said as he crossed over the chalk line making his way towards Steven, “This hog’s gonna take real good care of you as my little friend makes good on his end.”

At that, Steven tried to get up and scoot away but his new thick legs and all the additional blubber bogged him down and interrupted his escape and it resulted in Steven barely getting two inches off the cement floor before his legs slid out from under him, resulting in Steven falling onto his back with a loud yet soft ‘thud’ and a jiggle.

“Oh ho ho! not used to all that new heft on you, huh?” the leather dom said as he stood over Steven’s body, now rubbing his hands together. “Let’s see what that body remembers of me,” as he knelt and brought his hands down on Steven’s new love hands and gave them a squeeze.

From where Steven lay he felt each one of the hogs’ fingers make contact with Steven’s new love handles, press down, and sink into the flab. Then the pig shook the fatty sides, and Steven felt the motion ripple out all over the rest of his body. As that happened, something began to stir within the depths of Steven’s new body as he noticed that his breath began to quicken. From there the hog released his grasp a bit to allow himself to collapse on top of Steven, using his own weight to pin him down.

 “Let’s see if that pig body of yours still has all of its old weak spots,”  as his hand began to inch and crawl fingers up the sides of the prone body. 

The meaty finger of the Hog inched upwards, moving from the love hands to the gut to allow some quick caressing of the flabby stomach as it moved up towards Steven’s new torso and stopped right at his chest. Lifting his right hand, the Hog slowly lowered his index on Steven’s puffy nipple and began fiddling with it. The sensation shot through Steven’s soft body and electrified his brain.

Steven was not a newbie to playing with his own body when he had his sleek lion body and while he explored every inch of his old body,  his nipples never caused his body to react like this before. It was an automatic and intense surge of pleasure that kept delivering, wave after wave with every rub of the nipple.

His heart jumped to double speed and a wave of pleasure came rippling out to the rest of his body. To Steven’s surprise, he heard his mouth let out a weak and surprised moan as he unintentionally rubbed his legs together under the advancing hog as his dick down there began to twitch awake.

Immediately picking up the reactions the nameless hog let out a deep chuckle as he mewed, “Look at that! Even after the swap, that body can still turn to putty in my hand.”

Confused at the comment Steven raised his head and began a bewildered, “wha-,” before the hog interrupted him by bringing his thumb down and started rubbing Steven’s nipple between finger and thumb. The additional intensity of the sensation blindsided Steven with another dimension of pleasure and cased Steven to whip his head back and let out a loud gasp of excitement

The hog paused to bask in Steven’s response as he leaned in and whispered, “Listen here, I spent plenty of time using and exploring that new body of yours, Mr. CEO. I can get it riled up in no time at all.”

And before Steven could look back up, he felt the hog’s other hand grab Steven’s other chest with his fingers zeroing in on the other nipple and started fiddling with that one in turn. The sensation redoubled as another torrent of pleasure crashed against Steven’s mind; any previous thought was quickly swept away. His new body was so submerged in pleasure that he could only let out gasps as his legs began to redouble their efforts, doing anything they can to rub against each other as the dick buried under the flabby gut and thighs grew more and more erect.

Riding the motion on top, the hog chuckled as he continued to press down against the squirming Steven.

A moment later, the hog lifted his right hand off of Steven’s nipple and spider-walked it down Steven’s new bloated torso, pressing down into the soft flab with every finger step. 

“Oh yeah, this body still remembers what I can make it do. Let’s see if I can still make it purr”

Once the hog was at the thigh, he flatted his hand to give Steven’s undercut one more jiggle before it wormed in between the legs and finally found what he was looking for. 

Even mentally preparing for it, the moment one of the hog’s fingers grazed the tip of Steven’s suffocated cock continued to betray Steven as it spasmed with excitement. The Hog kept going, worming his hand down a few more inches until he grasped Steven’s cock with his hand and began stroking. 

It was nothing that Steven ever felt before, the constant movement and the sensation of his own soft thighs parting as Dan’s hand moved through, only to encase his cock again when Dan’s hand was pulled away. Caught up in the new experiences Steven broke down as his lips parted to let out a defeated moan.

“There we are! There’s that moan that I know so well,” the hog teased as he slowed down the pace of his strokes to make sure that Steven was giving his full attention and he continued. “Does the new piggy want to know what we have planned for you?” The hog continued as he redoubled he fiddled with the nipple in his free hand, forcing Steven to moan in response.

“As I tease you now, Jasper, the original owner of this body,” as the hog gave Steven’s gut a loud slap, “that little piggy is going to be occupying your life now. Under my say, he’s going to be siphoning all your cash to our, well my, bank account. I’m going to use Jasper to live out your life as the successful businessman while I reap the riches.”

Through the monologue, some part of Steven’s mind picked up that Jasper was a name that sounded familiar, but under the current circumstances, he could not think where he knew the name from.

The hog continued with a much more malicious tone now, “And in the meantime, you’re going to be in this flabby body now, right by my side and under my constant supervision for when we need banking information and to keep up the facade. You’ll be our live-in pet serving both of us from now on. Kiss that old life of yours goodbye,” the hog ended with a wicked chuckle.

Something about what the hog said resonated with Steven even with the fear of the situation, it caused Steven’s breath to quicken even more as something stirred inside of him.

“Oh you like that,” Dan said as he noticed the response from Steven before physically leaning to continue,  “It means no luxury office job, no more meetings, no more appointments…. No more Mr. CEO. You’ll be nothing more than a pathetic pig that’s kept on a very, very tight leash.”

That caused something deep inside of Steven to stir even louder as he tried to stifle a moan from his throat. 

“Oh!” Dan mused “does the CEO steven like that idea? Giving up all your life, your hard-earned work?” 

A thought of pure guilty pleasure ran through Steven’s mind that was so dark that he could hardly admit to himself that he enjoyed it.

“…oh but don’t worry, I’ll find some stuff for you to do in the mean team, like showing us around your property, and being my dedicated sex slave.”

That caused the guilty pleasure to start again as Steven’s cock began to twitch even harder within the hog’s hand. 

“Jasper was always putty in my hands, as you can probably figure out, but I didn’t think I would get the same reaction from you…color me impressed.“ the hog said as squeezed and jiggled Steven’s chest with one hand and renewed the cock stroking with the other. 

Steven was now submerged in ecstasy and let out another, much louder, moan in response.

“There it is!” Dan exclaimed with wicked glee, “Turn out the big powerful CEO’s got a good and proper subby streak in him!” as he slapped Steven’s gut again. “He’s going to have front row seats as we take everything from your life away! All your bank investments, your credit cards, your job, your fancy cars… all of it gone, every last penny will be signed over to me, to be used at my discretion.”

Having it all laid out like that struck a hidden power cord within Steven that he did not know he had as his body went into overtime with pleasure and the thought of this potential as he squirmed under the hog.

“You like that, don’t you?” the hog teased.

Another moan escaped Steven’s lips.

“Well we had plans to just keep you prisoner but a willing sex pet might make things more exciting,”

Another shudder of excitement ran throughout Steven’s new body.

“You have no doubt the type of relationship that Jasper and I have,” The Hog said as he pulled a hand away from Steven’s chest and moved it down to grab a chunk of ass underneath, while still teasing Steven’s buried cock.

“I’ll let you guess what that pig called me in moments like this” The hog cooed as he fondled Steve’s fat ass and increased the rhythm with his other hand. “I’ll give you a hint, it starts with a ‘D’~”

“D-daddy” Steven moaned in reluctant pleasure

“Damn right pig boy, now cum for me.” the hog ordered as he brought his head down and locked lips with Steven’s unattended nipple and began sucking it.

That put Steven over the edge. 

As the hog dragged his tongue over his nipple, Steven’s whole body spasmed, and with one last defeated moan, Steven’s dick finally erupted all over the hog’s hand and the insides of his own thighs. Lights splashed across Steven’s eyes as he felt his cock spurt out wave after wave of cum. It was the most intense orgasm that Steven ever experienced.

The hog kept stroking and groping through it all, making sure that every last drop was rubbed out of Steven’s new pig body, which resulted in Steven’s senses being completely fried.

Once the hog was satisfied he rolled off of the pig’s pinned body. Steven was too winded to think about anything so he just stared at the unfocused basement ceiling, panting, and waiting to fully come down from the high so he could process what all just happened. 

A few minutes later, a distant part of Steven’s mind mentally processed the sound of a door swinging open and an eerily familiar set of steps coming down the basement’s wooden stairs. Steven lobbed his head over towards the stairs to see a lion’s body, his lion body, in PJs awkwardly easing its way down the stairs one careful step at a time. 

“Hey Boss, it worked! It worked!” He repeated, in Steven’s voice, as he took one final unsteady step to the basement floor level. “You won’t believe it, that his place is loaded, you gotta check out the garage!”

The lion’s body turned around and the eyes widened at the slight of the two panting pigs laying next to each other.

“Oh Justin, I was just bringing our special guest up to speed on our plan…but because of some recently revealed details,” as Dan moved to reveal the trickle of cum flowing down Steven’s thick thighs, “we are going to be changing some details of his… imprisonment.”

It took a moment for the message to go through but then Steven saw the lion’s face twisted and turned into a mischievous grin as Jasper and Dan both turned to each other and started a deep and knowing laughter.

***

The next few months were a whirlwind of action and upheaval. The Hog, whose name Steven later learned as Dan, took the point lead of the entire operation.

Later that day, with Dan’s persuasive methods, he got Steven to disclose the passwords of all of his financial accounts, and soon everything was transferred out into the hog’s personal account and celebrated by placing a huge take out order under Steven’s credit card.  Later that weekend, Dan went ahead and started to move into Steven’s manner and had Steven strip down and give a personalized walking tour of Dan’s and Jasper’s new living arrangements.

Dan imminently kicked Steven out of the Master’s bedroom and declared himself the master of the abode, while promoting Jasper, who remained in Steven’s lion body, as ‘First sub” and Steven’s new pig as the bottom rung bitch who was expected to serve both in any and all orders of Dan and Jasper.

Jasper, trying his best to imitate Steven’s voice, used the phone call out sick the following week and Dan ordered Steven to coach the new Lion CEO on everything that needed to be done to pass off as competent during the workweek while Steven handed all the emails. It was there where Steven learned about where he heard Jasper’s name before, right when the head of maintenance called Jasper’s phone, demanding to know why the company janitor was absent. After a good word from the CEO, the head of maintenance gave his janitor a second chance and even granted a week of absence for a ‘personal emergency’.

Once the week-long crash course was over, both Jasper and Steven returned to work, with Daddy Dan’s permission and blessing, as they pretended to be the CEO and Janitor the following Monday. 

Once Steven got situated with his new role, he received urgent orders from ‘up on high’ to be reassigned to be the sole janitor of the CEO suite, where he was subjected to the constant groping and teasing of Jasper in between company meetings.

Dan on the other hand, with his new wealth, decided to live out his best life as a 24/7 dom in Steven’s house. Dan took control of the finances and immediately canceled all of Steven’s cleaning and maintenance services so that he could spend his days drinking Steven’s whiskey and smoking his imported cigars.  The first thing he did was to buy an entirely new leather and rubber wardrobe for himself. Once he was satisfied with that, he focused on reorganizing the mansion and got to work refurbishing the basement into a proper luxury sex dungeon.

With the two pigs having complete control of Steven’s life and money, Steven could only say by and watch as thousands and thousands of BDSM gear and equipment started arriving at his

front door.

With no more cooking staff, Dan and Jasper ordered Steven to cook their meals but after a few disastrous dishes, they decided to just go for takeout every night instead. With no maid service, the mansion quickly became a true pigsty. 

The food they chose was not kind to Steven’s old body, as with each passing week the lion’s face got a bit rounder and the stomach became a bit more distended.

After a few months of the routine, Dan finally said, “You know, after all this hard work I think we need to go on a vacation to your summer home Pig boy,… pack our things”

***
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PART ONE

The alarm clock’s buzzing shattered the early morning silence as it rang across the bedroom. From under the covers, Wolf could hear his husband stir as he rolled over to silence the phone. As Wolf came back to the waking world he was met with a dull ache of a body that was still in the process of recovering. Once Wolf recognized the sensation, he conceded the fact that it was going to be impossible to go back to sleep. Still, underneath the covers, he stretched and let out a groggy groan.

“Sounds like someone’s awake,” Echo said teasingly as he sat up and got out of the bed.

Wolf only answered with an unintelligible curse. ‘Somehow without a job,’ Wolf thought, ‘Mondays still hit hard’ as he curled up tighter under the blankets.

“I have absolutely no idea why you’re in such a mood,” Echo continued to tease as he finished getting dressed before he headed downstairs to make himself a cup of morning tea.

Wolf squeezed his eyes harder with that remark. Even after a full day of rest and recovering, Wolf was still sore from Saturday, a kidnapping in broad daylight, which happened under the guise of a job interview. After that followed hours of the punishing experience of being pinned down by a very dominant Pig Dungeon Master with the mission to systematically stretch Wolf’s tail hole from nothing to finally taking a full silicone horse cock. It was only at the end when it was finally revealed that Echo signed him and supervised the whole experience. Even after the night of cuddling and a full day of relaxing on Sunday, Wolf still felt the aftermath today.

As Wolf eased his body awake from under the blankets, he heard Echo moving around below in the kitchen, no doubt getting ready for work, followed by a faint knocking at the front door. 

From within the comfort of his sheets, Wolf sent out a groping paw out for his phone on his side of the bed and began to flick through the notifications that occurred over the night. It was then that Wolf heard a sound coming from the staircase.

Wolf’s ears perked up as they identified that it was the patterns of footsteps. The sound was much faster than anything Echo usually produced and there were two of them. Wolf’s heart started to race.

At the moment Wolf threw off his covers as the door forcefully swung open. Whipping his head to the doorway he saw two ferrets standing in the doorway. They were both dressed in black, with ski masks on, and decked out with rope, handcuffs, and other obvious kidnapping gear. Even with the masks, Wolf could easily recognize that they were the same ferrets that assisted in his first kidnapping.

Wolf looked at both of them and let out a tired sigh. The ferrets on the left simply said, “You can come quietly with us now or you can -and will- drag you out.”

Taking another deep sigh, realizing what was to happen next, Wolf threw off the covers, revealing a pair of white boxers with a red heart pattern. “Alright, alright,” Wolf said as he got up, “Let me go get some pants…” As Wolf got up and made his way towards his wardrobe.

“We said now!” The ferret on the right yelled as Wolf heard the two leap onto the bed and tackle the blue wolf to the ground. Once his arms were pinned behind his back the ferret began tying his wrists with rope. 

“When we say, ‘now’ we mean now!” growled the other one as he slipped the blackout bag over Wolf’s head.

Once the rope was secured, Wolf felt one ferret pin his back down as he shouted, “Go get the stretcher!”

Wolf could hear the other ferret face out of the room and pass the front door as the ferret on his back started binding his ankles together. A few minutes later his partner returned and Wolf heard the sound of wooden poles dropping to the right of him.

The one that was pinning him down then repositioned to Wolf’s other side and rolled him over a wooden pole, flipping him on his back. Wolf heard the ferrets move around him and then with a grunt, he felt the poles brush up past his side, followed by the cloth underneath lifting him into the air.

With a bit of initial coordination and effort, the ferrets angled the stretcher and began their efforts carrying Wolf out of the bedroom.

Legs bound and arms still tied behind his back Wolf laid there as he was slowly and expertly carried down the hallway. 

There was a moment of slight anxiety when Wolf felt the stretcher pivot and then felt his body be angled downwards once they began to transport him downstairs. As the ferrets moved him down the stairs, the angle never reached the point where he ever fell off. 

Once they leveled him out after the last step, the ferrets made their way to the kitchen.

Just about what Wolf imagined was halfway through the kitchen he heard Echo speak up, “Oh hold up one minute won’t you?” in an equally nonchalant tone.

At that, the two ferrets stopped as he heard the familiar sound of his husband’s footsteps approach him. Wolf then felt his husband’s paws reach down and begin to roll up the hem of the opening, past the chin, the mouth, and stopping just over the nose.

Still blinded, Wolf feel Echo’s warm breath as he leaned over as the smell of his husband and his favorite blend of tea filled his nostrils.

In a genuine compassionate voice, Echo said, “Have fun today, I’ll see you later,” and delivered a french kiss that only Echo could give.

Feeling Echo’s warm tongue came pushing in and crawling around his maw and for a moment caused his whole body to relax. He savored the aspect of the kiss, right until Echo pulled himself away and rolled the bag back down. 

Speaking back to the ferrets, Echo cooly said, “Now hurry up you two. Your van is blocking me in.”

“Right on sir,” the ferret replied with a thoroughly professional tone as he and his partner in crime renewed their efforts moving Wolf’s across the rest of the kitchen and out the front door. 

Being carried outside Wolf was forcefully reminded that he was only wearing his boxers as a morning breeze cut through his body. Even though he could not see, Wolf still turned his head left and right as the ferrets walked down the driveway hoping against hope that none of his neighbors were watching what was happening to him. If there were anyone, he couldn’t hear them as he was set down and eased into the back of a van. 

Once secured, Wolf heard the sliding door slam shut as he felt one of the ferrets sat right next to him then a few moments later Wolf heard the second ferret open the driver’s side door and start up the van and pull out of the driveway.  Knowing where this was going, Wolf tried to build a mental map of the streets that he was being taken down, as they were moving around his neighborhood. The ferrets seem to anticipate that as they took extra care to weave through the streets, going back and forth until Wolf’s internal road map was completely scrambled.

The drive was painfully quiet and unremarkable as neither ferrets made any remarks and Wolf was too nervous to be the one who breaks the silence first.

After a while, the van finally pulled in somewhere and reached a stop. “We’re here,” said one of the ferrets as Wolf heard the side door open. Wolf was then eased out of the van to resume their journey.

From there, the ferrets carried Wolf forward past a doorway where he felt the cool breeze of air conditioning blow across his fur.

Wolf had a vague idea on which room he went in last time, which caused a bit of concern when the trip went on longer than expected and after a few turns, heard the sound of elevator doors closing around him. 

Wolf then felt his body and the stretcher make a slow descent downwards. After a chime of the elevator, the ferrets carried him down another set of hallways until they stopped and slowly lowered him down to the floor. 

“Get up,” one of them barked. 

Wolf obeyed as he heard one of the ferrets scamper in front of him, followed by the sound of the opening of metal doors. The other harshly shoved Wolf in the small of his back causing him to stumble forward. 

Once Wolf regained his balance he felt one of the ferret’s pair of hands grab his body and yank the black off of his head. Light came crashing against his eyes as they were forced to blink until they readjusted to his new surroundings. Behind him, Wolf heard the ferrets scuttling away followed by the closing of the doors and a noticeable ‘click.’

Wolf blurrily looked around at where he was and was greeted to a large blank room. The walls are composed of grey cement blocks with fluorescent light hanging overhead, beneath were hard laminated wooden floorboards. It looked like a school gymnasium but without any of the equipment or decorations. On the far side of the room was a pair of large double doors and above that was the only thing on the walls, a giant digital clock.

Although the most surprising thing was the others in the room. Rows and rows of individuals from all walks of life, solemnly standing. There were dogs, cats, fellow wolves, deers, horses, and even a few dragons scattered around. 

Wolf noticed a few things from the group. The first was that all of them were wearing the same type of outfit, a one piece jumpsuit that looked slightly ill fitting and unflattering on everyone. The Uniforms were in various shades ranging from off white to grey and even dirt brown. As Wolf looked closer he noticed that each one had a black flap and all the outfits had zippers running up the backs and held in place by a small padlock on the top of all of their necks. 

As Wolf examined the others and their uniforms he began to feel self-conscience about being among them in just his boxers.

But the most pressing thing about them was how they held themselves, they were all standing. Everyone was standing apart from each other, there were no natural groupings between the species. Except for a few who turned their heads to the sound of the opening door, everyone was silent and all were facing towards the front, with their heads held in various degrees of being cast down.

Rubbing his arms for warmth and just something to do as he followed the rest of the crowd and looked at the giant digital clock which just switched over to 7:59 am. Wolf made a double take at the clock, was it really less than an hour since he woke up next to Echo?

The next minute Wolf just stood there, awkwardly looking around the room and at the other attendees for any sort of clue on what was going to happen next. Finally, the clock clicked over to eight o’clock and a loud monotone buzzer rang and echoed throughout the gym and the lights dimmed. 

The double doors in the front swung open, Wolf had to look over the heads of the others to get a good view. From the doors emerged four figures, they marched in single file and moved to stand against the wall. Wolf craned his neck so he could make out each figure. They were all wearing black dominator gear and each one radiated confidence. 

The first standing, no towering, was a hulking rhino. A massive slab of grey glistening muscle mass that was barely held back by his outfit of the tight black leather bands, straps, bands, and a jock. Wolf could practically hear the straining of the bands against the motion of the rhino’s breathing. 

The one to the rhino’s left was a horse, tall and lean with a similar outfit but his jock was modified with the sling being wider and longer than the rhino’s. Wolf could see even through the leather, the imprint of his dick as it was pressed against the jock. Somewhere deep inside of him, Wolf hoped that the horse was already fully erect but a deeper part of him knew that it was not the case.

The next was a skunk. Wolf could tell that this dom had a body that showed that he took his looks with extreme dedication every day. Confident and lean with a coat of shiny fur that was the result of daily washing, conditioning, and grooming.  His gear was black with a white band streaking all across his gear. His face was obscured by a military grade gas mask with a dark green lens. Wolf could not see his eyes but as he turned his head to scan the room, Wolf noticed that every other uniformed member in the crowd turned their head away and some even took a nervous step back.

Lastly was the grey wolf, in the most traditional and stereotypical leather gear and boots imaginable. The grey wolf was noticeably older than the others and had the cold and calculating expression of someone who has been doing this for more than a few decades. 

The four of them stood there, scanning the crowd, as the clock continued droning on for the next minute. Once the buzzer was done the doms started barking off numbers, one by one, without any greeting or preamble.

“223.”

“567.”

“140.”

“447.” and so on and so forth, listing numbers that made sense only to them and the uniformed people in the room.

As they shout out the numbers, the uniformed members stirred and walked towards the dom who said that number and quietly formed a line in front of them.

The numbers kept being called without any rhythm or reason.
“719.”

“515.”

“430.”

“401.”

The entire process took less than two minutes but it felt much longer than that. 

The others kept marching forward. Some groaned, or let out a terrified swear under their breath as their number was called. As the last uniformed member got into place the grey wolf barked out, “You have your groups. March out!”

In an almost military practice routine, the dom turned and began leading their line of meager uniformed members through the double doors that they emerged from, leaving Wolf and his boxers completely alone in the large hall. 

Terrified of stepping out of line, Wolf unconsciously rubbed his arms as he stood there, turning his head between the still open double doors to the locked metal door that he came from, totally unsure what was going to happen next.

The digital clock clicked over to the next minute.

“Well, well, well. Look who survived ‘our little date night,’” a deep and familiar voice said from the shadows of the doors.

Turning the corner a pig stepped out of the hallway and into the light of the giant room.

The sight of black rubber on pink skin sent shivers down Wolf’s spine and his heart to skyrocket. Sauntering out of the doorway, making sure his boot steps echoed around the walls, was the dom responsible for the extreme dungeon session that he went through just a few days ago.

He was a big pig, tall and thick with both broad shoulders, muscular limbs, and a paunched gut clinging to his torso. His face was bearded and his body was covered in hard bristles. As Wolf took him all in again, he experienced flashbacks of just a few days ago of how this boar was able to overpower him by easily picking him up then bending and strapping him down onto a table. 

The hog was in the same outfit he was in last time Wolf was at his mercy, black rubber industrial boots, rubber pants, and a torso mostly covered by a shiny black apron. Wolf glanced down towards the pig’s groin and he knew that just underneath that rubber apron and pants was his equally impressively long and thick cock. The pig’s hands were covered by thick rubber black gloves that ran up to his elbows. To cap it off, oh his head was a rubber biker cap.

As the pig marched out, Wolf was reminded of the entirety of the extreme anal stretching his pig put him through. First was the kidnapping, then once back here, the pig used a shelf of incrementally bigger dildos on Wolf’s hole until he was loose enough to take the pig’s dick properly. Even after orgasming, the dom went back to work stuffing the wolf’s hole until Wolf could take the pig’s fist to the wrist, but even after that, the session continued even more until the pig could cram a full silicone horse cock into Wolf’s rear.

The pig stood in the same spot where the other doms stood while never taking his eyes off of the astonished blue wolf. The dom allowed himself a moment of silence before he merely lifted his hand, pointed at Wolf, and simply said, “You.”

Even though he saw it coming a mile away, Wolf still winced at the command. After a moment Wolf slowly pushed his legs forward to walk right in front of the rubber clad dom just in the same manner he saw the rest of the crowd do before. 

“You’re a fast learner, Good! This will make it all easier,” the pig said with a grin.

Wolf only let out a weak chuckle and immediately stopped, hoping that he would not get reprimanded for it. 

The dom stared at him for a moment more before continuing, “Bully for you, you’re going to have a pretty easy today as we bring you up to speed with our onboarding process.”

Wolf was about to open his mouth to speak before the hog interrupted with a harsh, “You’re not allowed to speak freely.”

Wolf closed his mouth tight at the remark.

“First we will have to get you properly dressed,” the dom said as he gave Wolf a quick once over. “Those boxers might be cute for your husband, but here we have a dress code, come on,” as he turned and began to walk out of the door he arrived from as Wolf fell into line.

Turning the corner, Wolf saw a hallway, lined with doors that looked exactly like the ones he was pushed into during his first encounter but much longer.  

The pig led Wolf down the corridor of closed doors he began talking, “While you are in these hallways, under this roof, you forfeit your name, your identity, your agency, The Day Spa will provide one of each for you.”

Wolf recalled the way everyone else in the room was by and responded by numbers and as Wolf listened, he could not help but notice how ‘the day spa’ was pronounced with a bit of extra weight to it.

“We will provide you with everything you need to survive and endure your stay here. We will already have your schedule at the start of every day.” The pig continued, “You will carry out all orders given to you, you will not speak unless spoken to, and you will call us by our proper names, every time.” He waited for a dramatic moment. “Oh, and my name’s Tank, I know we didn’t have time to exchange pleasantries the last time, on the account I was stretching that tight little hole of yours to new heights,” as he laughed. 

Wolf paused in his walk for a moment to reflect on that, during the entire ordeal on Saturday…Tank never said his name. Wolf was used and practically ruined by a hog that he doesn’t even know. That genuinely shocked him for a moment.

“Hurry up, pup!” Tank barked out a few steps ahead of him “We can’t dilly dally here, there’s extra punishment served to our members who are caught roaming the halls without their assigned doms, you don’t want that pup. The Sweepers can dish out things worse than anything I could do to you, that’s because they got access to tools that even I’m not allowed to use”.

With that comment, Wolf snapped out of his daze and hurried to catch up with Tank as he quickly looked over his shoulder. Tank led Wolf down another set of hallways, lined with more of the near identical doors. 

Some had windows that could be peered into and others with blacked out windows. From the brisk walk down the hallway, Wolf was able to catch glimpses of the variety of action scenes happening inside some of the occupied rooms. Each had a fully geared dom with an entire group of obedient members.

Some were set up like classrooms, with the dom standing in front of a whiteboard lettering, while others it was a group circled around the dom, watching a restraint being applied. 

Others had the doms monitoring their groups as they were applying gear to themselves.  Just for an instant, Wolf saw a room where all members were all laying down on cots, with wired VR helmets attached to their heads. For the doors that didn’t have windows, Wolf sometimes picked up the faint sounds of desperate moans and mechanical whirring.

After another set of turns, Tank led Wolf to a door with a label stating “Changing room.”Tank pushed open the door and gestured to enter. Wolf cautiously stepped past the hog and through the doorway and was greeted to a standard locker room. It was built and decorated like any other public locker room one would see at a gym, half the room was lined with lockers along walls and rows of benches perpendicular to the lockers. The other half were public showers, with no dividers or curtains separating one shower faucet from the other, with soap dispensers fixed to the tiled walls.

Looking around Wolf realized that this was a different shower room than the one he used last time with Echo. Wolf began a terrifying train of thought, contemplating the size and shape of the building that he was stuck in with the fear that he might not even be in the same building as last time.

Before Wolf could fully comprehend what that actually meant, the locker room door closed behind him as Tank pushed Wolf further inside

Tank said, “Last time we saw what you could do was an initiation, now we assimilate you.” 

Wolf turned around towards the dom just in time to instinctively catch a parcel tossed his way. Looking down at his paws he saw the same white one piece uniform that everyone else has been wearing but this was brand new and sparklingly white. 

Even though he knew what to do next, as soon as Wolf unfurled the uniform, Tank barked out the command, “Strip.”

Hearing that tone of voice again caused Wolf’s mind to stall a bit as his already excited heart went into overtime and his cock violently spasmed.

“Hurry up pup! We don’t have all day. Don’t even know why you’re so nervous, it’s not like I haven’t seen what you’re packing.” Tank said as he was fishing something from an inner pocket of his apron, then pulling out a new cigar and lighter. 

Wolf choked down a swallow before he began to pull down his boxers and step into his uniform. As he was doing so Tank cut the cigar, lit it, and started listing off the importance of the outfit.

“Your uniform is a part of you. You will only be given one copy of it. Do not lose it. There are… reprimands in place if you show up here without it.”

Wolf choked down another hard swallow as he fed his legs and arms through the uniform’s sleeves. Once inside, Wolf started the process of zipping up the back as Tank walked around to help zip up the remainder of the upper back.

As Tank pulled the rest of it, he kept talking. 

“When you are here, you will not be able to take off your uniform, you will be wearing it all day. That’s what the pretty locks your buddies were wearing are for. Do not try to break the locks or get out in any way without your assigned dom’s explicit permission. There are punishments in place if you even try.”

He finished that sentence with a metal click sound as a small weight now hung on the base of his neck.

“You are highly encouraged to clean and wash your uniform during the off nights if granted to you. At the end of each week, the staff examines the cleanliness and whiteness of each of our member’s uniforms. The winner earns truly wonderful privileges, including a day off.” 

A meaty hand came down onto Wolf’s shoulders, which spun him around to come face to face with Tank.

“And now, kneel,” commanded Tank as he pushed Wolf down.

Wolf’s knees naturally and instinctively buckled under the pressure and his hands reached down to catch some of the impacts of the fall. 

Now on his knees, Wolf had to tilt his head upwards to Tank. The rubber took a moment to savor the scene below him as smoke now billowing around his face. Once he had his fill Tank then moved on to pull and tuck his rubber apron onto the side giving Wolf a full perfect view of the groin of the rubber pants, zipper, and bulge that was pressing tight against the material. With Tank’s free hand, he moved towards the zipper, and slowly and meticulously, he pulled down the zipper slider as the sound filled Wolf’s ears.

It did not take much effort for Tank’s cock to get out of his pants, once the pants were properly unzipped, it practically flopped out by itself.  From where he was kneeling, Wolf’s view was completely taken up by the hog’s thick cock. 

Wolf marveled at the meat in front of him. Last time Wolf was only able to catch a glimpse of Tank’s cock out of the corner of his eye but now he has a proper view of it in all of its glory.  It was just as huge, thick, and long as his asshole remembered.

Tank chuckled at Wolf’s astonishment, “You just got your pretty little outfit, it would be wrong to allow you to keep that advantage for our next uniform evaluation… wouldn’t it?” He said with a grin spreading across his face.

There was a slight, near microscopic shift in the tank’s posture as he aimed the cock right above Wolf’s face.

Then a half second later, a golden stream of piss sprayed out of the cock, landing right onto Wolf’s head. Wolf winced at the initial impact and then relaxed as he closed his eyes, pursed his lips together, and lowered his head. Tank slightly moved his hip and hands and brought the steady stream down from Wolf’s scalp, right down the middle of his face. Wolf felt the hot liquid run down his scalp as the smell of the fowl phenomena scent crawled its way into his nose.

Tank then angled his cock down and aimed the stream down to the torso. He slowly went from Wolf’s head to knees, twisting his hips left to right and pausing in some areas where Wolf’s uniform was folded on itself to ensure that every crevice was thoroughly soaked. He then slowly moved his stream back up towards Wolf’s face and then arching his back backward he pulled the stream over Wolf’s head and landed on the middle of his back and ran down his spine. 

Wolf just knelt there in his spot surrounded by the pungent aroma, feeling Tank’s warm piss begin to seep into his clothes, past his blue fur, and reaching his skin.

At long last Wolf began to hear and feel the stream begin to wane. With expert timing and maneuvering, Tank pulled the stream back, Wolf’s back to over Wolf’s crown and allowing it to patter out right on Wolf’s snout. As the stream stopped, Wolf gingerly opened his eyes to see Tank in the middle of shaking his cock to let loose the last few drops. There was a moment of silence as Wolf looked down to examine his once pristine white uniform, now totally drenched and with a light yellow tinge to it.

Tank said,  “Consider that your first of many stains, pup…and oops! It looks like I spilled a few drops on my new boots. Be a good pup and clean it up for me.”

Wolf looked down and beyond the puddle that he was sitting in, just a few inches away was Tank’s black rubber shoe with three small drops on the top of the toe box. Wolf quietly and reluctantly leaned forward, put his arms out to steady himself, and then lowered his head to lick the boot of the Hog.

It took a few attempts to complete the task since some drips of piss fell off of Wolf’s muzzle but finally, it was cleaned to Tank’s satisfaction. After that, Tank walked around Wolf towards one of the wire shelves, and a moment later Wolf felt a towel land on the back of his neck as he heard the order “Go clean up”.
 

Following the command, Wolf gingerly reached up, grabbed the towel, and began the almost futile attempt of spot drying his uniform. After 10 minutes of trying his best to dry the fur underneath his uniform, Tank just stood there off to the side, puffing his cigar and enjoying the show. Once Wolf admitted defeat and resigned to the fact that he was still going to be damp and stained for the rest of the day, he got up and dropped the towel in one of the nearby hampers. 

“Looks like the sub understood the first lesson here,” Tank said as Wolf returned to his side, “now that you’re all ‘cleaned up’ let’s head out. We still have the rest of the day to get you all adjusted,” as he led Wolf back out to the hallway. 

Tank led Wolf down another series of similar hallways of similar doors until they reached an unusually brown wooden door, with a keypad lock next to it. After punching in a code, Tank opened the door to reveal the most unusual room Wolf had seen so far. 

It was an office. Fully furnished with desks, computers, lamps, telephones, and it even had the cheesy framed motivational posters up on the walls. In the far back was a calendar whiteboard that was heavily marked with lines scribbles and flyers and memos attached to the sides. The air was filled with the ambient office sounds of telephone rings, murmurs, and ever present sound of keyboards clicks. The most jarring thing was that the workers doing their paperwork at their desks, getting coffee, and mulling around were all in leather gear. Hardly anyone paid any attention to Wolf and tank as they entered and those that did nonchalantly turned back to their computers or tasks. 

The only one that continued to give any interest or attention was a middle-aged beagle in a harness, vest, and wire framed spectacles at the front desk. After giving Wolf a very quick once over then he directed his attention towards Tank and simply said, “a new member in the process of processing?”

“Yup,” Tank replied to the beagle as a long-time co-worker.

“I can tell that you…already started,” the beagle said with a slight sniff of disgust before turing back to his computer and said, “Name?”

“Wolf.” Tank answered.

“Last name?”

“Nope.”

The beagle said with a raised eyebrow before typing on his computer, “Let’s see…here we are, ah… I see. Yup, first proper day…we have all of his paperwork and permissions received and filed, he just needs a number.”

Tank as cooly replied with “#813”.

“Number 813 is… available,” the beagle said after typing on his computer, “oh yeah that was-”. Tank cut him off with a knowing ‘hmmm’.

“Number 813 it is,” the secretary said received the unsaid message, “the tags are being printed right now”

With that, the beagle got up and headed towards a printer that just began to whirr to life. After grabbing the printout the beagle made his way back to his desk and handed Tank a glossy sheet with some freshly printed text on it.

Tank took it, peeled off one of the labels, and spun Wolf around to carefully apply the label on the lock on Wolf’s uniform. Once done, Tank followed up with an “All set!” and forcefully swatted Wolf’s behind. Tank turned back to the secretary and cheerily said, “Thanks Jack, we’ll get out of your fur,” as he pushed Wolf back towards the door they came from. 

The rest of the morning was spent having Tank escort Wolf around and introduce him to all the other doms that he could find in the building. Wolf was reminded of elementary school as he was paraded around behind Tank as he knocked and entered into every occupied room he could get into. Wolf awkwardly stood there as Tank introduced the newest member, by number only, while he still reeked of piss.

Wolf was introduced to more doms than he knew were actually in his city. Most of them were in standard-issued dungeons that Wolf first experienced, with a table, some restraints, and enough toys to get the job done. Wolf then learned that they were specialized dungeons, marked on the outside with a plaque that had their name and a stylized profile of the species’ head.

The first one of these special rooms was the skunk named, ‘Mask’ Just opening the door a crack revealed what his specialty was as a wave of musk and skunk came cascading into the hallway.

As Tank opened the door the rest of the way to reveal the masked skunk dom from earlier sitting on a desk, with one of his arms reaching out behind him, pressing some poor unfortunate member’s head right underneath his bushy tail.

Peering inside revealed that this dungeon was decorated differently than the other ‘standard dungeons’, with black lights overhead and the walls lined with glowing white vertical stripes against a black background. As Wolf looked down at the floor, he noticed that it was littered with gym socks, and beneath that, it was splattered with glowing white splotches.

The skunk, which Tank referred to as, “Mr. Mask,” was living up to his name as Wolf saw that every one of Mr. Mask’s subs was tied to chairs and fitted with identical gas masks. Wolf went on to notice that in each gasmask vent, they had either a sock or a pair of underpants shoved in there.

Tank and Mr. Mask exchanged sincere pleasantries as Tank went on to ask about the status of the members that the skunk was currently working over. The conversation ended with Mr. Mask letting out a muffled purr as he set his lensed eyes on Wolf. 

Almost reading the skink’s mind, Tank spoke up, “Oh yes, he’s a good one, I’ll be sure to lend him out sometime in the future.”

Without breaking eye contact with Wolf, the Skunk flex’s his abdomen as a yellow liquid sprayed over the poor member’s exposed face as the room was filled with another dose of the putrid scent of skunk. Wolf let out a reflective gag as Tank guided him out the door, towards the next step of the ongoing tour.

As Wolf went on his unspoken tour, he picked up on a few things. First was that there was always a ferret around every other hallway or so, either idly waiting by their rolling cleaning cart or hurriedly pushing their carts towards a destination. Every ferret was dressed as either janitors or stagehands and all were equipped with radios with wires that ran up their ears.

Secondly, Wolf noted as he walked past a few rooms with bunk beds, that some of the members actually stayed here overnight and for an extended amount of time. With that realization. Wolf’s heart began to race as he walked on. Following Tank’s every turn and introduction, he was desperately remembering Echo’s conversation from earlier in the morning, trying to catch any clues that his husband signed him up for an overnight stay or not. 

The next specialized dungeon that Tank brought Wolf to had a rhino’s insignia on it. Walking inside Wolf was greeted by a decorated personal gym set, with heavyweights, exercise machines, and the walls lined with full-length mirrors. All of the members here were half conscious in this room, each laying belly side down on a modified pommel horse, with their hands and feet tied to 100 lbs dumbbells.

As Wolf scanned in the dungeon, it was impossible to avoid the rhino in the room. His huge, hulking form was currently bent over a possum. The rhino was trusting with such force, that it caused the poor member and the collective 400lbs attached to him to tilt back and forth with each thrust. The rhino dom was totally in his element here, focused on each thrust with nothing but dedication and determination. It was as if he was performing for the finals in some sort of twisted competition. The poor sub in question seemed to barely be able to endure the rush, constantly looking like he was just one more moment away from passing out. 

It took Tank a few attempts of shouting the Rhino’s name over the loud crashing of his fucking before Tank could snap Kilo out of his concentration. Once Tank got Kilko’s attention, the rhinoceros apologized and a moment later he pulled himself out of the sub he was plumbing as he checked his pulse on his neck with his free hand.

Wolf’s eyes bulged as he saw Kilo step away from the member, the cock that came out of the possum was longer and thicker than Tank’s, and watching it being pulled out of the squirming sub made the wolf experience a flashback of the horse dildo. Once it was fully removed, the sub let out an exhausted and weak cry and collapsed. 

As Kilo turned and walked towards Tank and Wolf, Wolf finally noticed that at the base of the lube slathered rhino cock was a tight cock ring. Seeing that, fear raced across Wolf’s mind as he comprehended the full extent of this dungeon’s experience. In doing so, Wolf took a half step behind Tank.

Even with the massive erection that practically bridged the distance from where the two doms stood, Kilo and Tank carried on a conversation with the same dull tone that two co-workers use when small talking about what shows or movies they watched over the weekend. They finished up their small conversation before Tank finally introduced Wolf.

 Kilo, who just looked down at the blue wolf with eyes on par with ones of a hungry predator, snorted and said in a deep voice, “I look forward to pushing you to your limits,” as he flexed both his arms and cock. 

Wolf only replied in a weak stuttering string of mumbled words as he tried to cast his eyes up towards the grey mountain of muscle in front of him. Tank just stood off to the side, enjoying the squirming before he finally pulled Wolf away and allowed Kilo to continue to work on the rest of his subs.

After that Tank brought Wolf to the last major dungeon of the trip, the elder silver wolf’s dungeon. As Tank opened the door, the Wolf heard the sound of a loud crack followed by a suppressed whimper. Moon still had a flogger in hand as Tank pushed Wolf through the door.

The silver wolf’s dungeon, simply named Moon, was more aligned with the traditional masochist and sadist dungeon layout; a dark room lit by flickering candles while all the subs were tied on to x-crosses or restrained by chains on the walls. Wolf saw bruises, marks, and even some welts forming under these members’ fur.

Like the other times, Tank and Moon talked in a cool and experienced professional tone, only breaking the conversation off for a moment so the senior wolf could deliver a few lashes again the subs, with a harsh reminder that even though he was having company over, their torment was not going to be lightened up during this interruption. After Tank’s conversation came to a natural end, Moon finally turned his attention to Wolf.

The blue wolf felt a shiver of intimidation run down his spine as the elder wolf dom gave him a stern look over as a toothy grin spread across his face as he said back to Tank, “Oh…I can tell, just by looking that you snagged a good one.”

“I know right?” Tank said as he placed his thick arm over Wolf’s shoulder and brought him forwards. “When I saw the paperwork go through, I just had to throw some of my weight around the admissions office to snag him,” he said with a chuckle.

Moon joined in on the laugh that was a bit sharper in tone than Tank’s and carried on just long enough to make Wolf start to feel uneasy.

Once that laughter died down Moon said, “I’m sure that you have plenty of places to be before lunch,” before turning to Wolf and following up with, “Don’t let me keep you…”

Another bout of chills raced down Wolf’s back at that comment as Tank led him away.

From the rest of the walking tour, Wolf’s clothes finally dried out, just in time for Tank to bring him back to the starting room which had been redecorated since early morning. Since he was gone, rows of long tables and benches were set out and the savory smell of ground beef, tomatoes, beans, onions, peppers, and spices filled the air. 

Off to the side of the serving table, ferrets in aprons and hairnets were busy scooping out ladlefuls of chilli, from a metal pot, into the members’ bowls.

Up against the opposite wall of the food line was an elevated stage, set with tables covered in a black table cloth. Sitting there were all the doms,  enjoying steaks that were grilled off to the side by a designated ferret in proper cook attire.

As Wolf looked around he saw that while most of the members were free to move around and eat, Wolf noticed that some of them were in shackles, handcuffs, and others either had gas masks or blindness fixed to their heads while some more were sitting rather uncomfortably. 

“Hurry up, pup,” Tank said as he walked past Wolf, “You’re going to need your strength for the second half of the day.” He chuckled as he walked away, towards the elevated stage.

With his orders given, Wolf hesitantly walked over to the end of the flood line, hoping that the piss from Tank’s ‘christening’ wasn’t too odorous, or at the very least undetected by those near the aroma of the cooking chilli. Soon enough Wolf was handed a wooden bowl and then shuffled over for the ferret to sloppily fill up the bowl with warm chilli as a few speckles of red sauce landed on the front of Wolf’s uniform. After that another ferret in line dropped a particularly buttery square of cornbread on top of the chilli, followed by a wooden fork. Once Wolf received all of his rations, he left the line to find a spot to sit for a bit of long-awaited rest. Roaming up and down the rows, he finally found a free spot between a skittish mouse and a hedgehog that was aggressively keeping to himself. 

Once he was settled, Wolf’s hunger got the better of him, what started out as a curious nibble of the chilli turned into forkful after forkful, followed by scooping the remainder up with the last of the bread. After he swallowed the last bit of the soaked-up cornbread, he only then started to look around the table for a napkin dispenser.

“Stupid rookie, that’s how they get you,” said the hedgehog from Wolf’s right as he was still in the process of carefully breaking apart his cornbread with his fork.

Puzzled, Wolf looked down at his hands, wet and buttery with spots of tomato sauce and grease, then beyond that was his white uniform that had a bit more spots of red than when he first sat down. Embarrassed for falling for such an obvious trick, Wolf tried his best to wipe off the most he could on the table before admitting defeat by brushing the rest off on his uniform as lightly as he could just before the mess hall was filled with the sound of a large buzzing. 

On cue, the members of every table stood up at once and began to file their way towards the front and formed a line in front of, what Wolf assumed to be, their assigned doms for that day. Making sure not to be left behind, Wolf stood up and started looking for Tank who was standing next to the rest of the doms.

“I see you ate well,” Tank said, giving an obvious look down at Wolf’s uniform.

Tank lit another cigar as the other doms began to lead their groups out, single file. 

“Well pup,” he said after taking a few puffs, “You had a walking tour of most of the palace, now it’s time to show off the most important area”

Tank waited until an expression of confusion formed over Wolf’s face before he answered, “My dungeon.”

Wolf’s stomach dropped to the floor.

Tank led Wolf out of the mess hall, down another series of hallways until Tank brought him to another specialized dungeon door, with a nameplate that had the insignia of a pig. Tank stood off to the side, gesturing to Wolf to open the door by himself. With his heartbeat increasing he put a hand on the handle, turned, and pushed it open.

A room was about the same size as the other personal dungeon rooms, but with walls lined from ceiling to floor with shiny black rubber. The floor was tiled with a shower drain in the middle. On the right wall had a hanging assortment of restraints, floggers, harnesses, and bindings and an assortment of hoods of all shapes and sizes organized in perfect order. In the center of the room was a matching black rubber lined table, with handcuffs attached to the legs. Next to that was a wheeled metal stand on which a jug of lube with a hand pump top sat. On the far back, was a big rubber sofa chair, placed next to a wooden stand that held a bottle of whiskey, a glass, and an ashtray. There were no windows or one way mirrors in this room, as far as Wolf could tell it was a totally private room.

The real draw of the room was a glass showcase on the left. Just like the first visit, it was filled with rows and rows of dildos of all different species and sizes and this glass case was much longer than the previous one Wolf encountered. The dildo selection had a much wider array of dildos on the shelf, both in terms of size and variety. It was arranged from comically small, going up in length and girth left to right, row after row until it reached the top shelf, where three intimidatingly large horse cocks sat on their sides, taking up most of the row in that shelf. 

While each horse dildo was impressive in size, Wolf knew from very personal experience that he could take one of the smaller of the three. The biggest dildo was absolutely massive in scale, almost the entirety of Wolf’s torso, on that a blue county fair ribbon hanging around the base.

As Wolf examined the case from the doorway, something about it seemed off. It was all presented in such a way that the collection was arranged; it had a bit of extra importance to it that Wolf could not easily recognize. 

“Welcome to my lair,” Tank said as he spanked Wolf to move forward. 

Walking past him Tank stopped at the mounting table and rested a gloved hand on it as he looked around the dungeon, “…yeah it’s a nice den. Custom made like the rest of them, I spent ages making sure that this was exactly what I wanted it to be and could handle everything that I want to do, for both business,” he a patted the table, “and pleasure,” as he cocked his head back towards the chair and wooden table.

He then directed his gaze towards Wolf, “I believe you know how this is going to go down, so hop on!” Tank said as he patted the mounting table again.

A bolt of excitement and terror ran up and down Wolf’s spide as he finally faced the truth that he was going not go a full day completely spared. With a quiet nod of understanding Wolf’s legs slowly begin to move the blue wolf towards where he was ordered to go.

Once he crawled up on the rubber table he limply dangled his limbs off the side and waited for Tank to move around and attach his wrists and ankles to the handcuffs. The smell of rubber, and the circling halo of cigar smoke cause Wolf to imagine Tank as a shark who circling its prey. The sounds of mental clicks in the quiet room caused Wolf’s ears and tail to twitch.

When Tank was finished he positioned himself right in front of Wolf, giving the restrained sub a clear view of the pig’s muscle gut and groin. Tank chewed on his cigar and let out a murmur of approval as he inspected his work for a minute before he spoked down to Wolf.

“I know last time you were sneaking peeks at what was going to be used on you,” as he nodded towards the shelves of dildos, “but this time,” Tank trailed off as he walked over to right, just out of view of Wolf, and pulled something the wall

Walking back towards the front of the table Tank emerged with a leather hood in his hands, “this time you won’t get that privilege,” as he unbuttoned the straps and slowly brought it down upon Wolf. 

Wolf felt the hood cover his head, though the thick material he felt Tank’s hands move across Wolf’s head as he fastest all the buttons and latches into place. Soon Wolf’s eyes were completely covered and his maw tightly fixed into place with just enough move ability to breathe in the smoke of Tank’s cigar.

The muzzle never covered his ears so Wolf could still clearly hear Tank as he chuckled, then clapped his hands together and rubbed them as he muttered in a truly authoritarian voice, “Let’s get to work”.

Wolf heard the floor creak as Tank moved to Wolf’s left. Ears twitching he heard the gentle screech of meta hinge swiveling open followed by Tank humming to himself. 

“Let’s see… I wrecked your hole pretty well last time so we can probably start you out in the medium selection and begin your climb from there. No doubt your asshole remembers what to do”.

All that Wolf could do was twitch his ears and wag his tail in response.

Tank let out a staged, “Ah HA!” as he grabbed something and moved back behind Wolf. “Oh little pup’s excited ain’t he?” As he went to unbutton the back flaps on Wolf’s uniform, “Let’s make sure that he gets what he deserves”

Wolf heard the sound of lube being pumped out of a nozzle.

Moments later Wolf felt the silicone tip of the dildo circle around his asshole in a teasing fashion. Blinded and bound, the silicone point of the dildo registered more predominantly in Wolf’s mind than he cared to admit. After another few playful laps, the dildo zeroed in on its target and plunged in.

Even with the teasing, Wolf spasmed in response and tried to let out a gasp through the muzzle. Despite the twitching and clenching, Tank still maintained steady growing pressure on the toy and slowly pushed deeper into Wolf. Once it was far enough in, Tank began to loosen Wolf’s hole by wiggling the toy deeper, giving it a few varied thrusts, and rotating the dildo inside the squirming wolf’s body.

Once Tank was either satisfied with the results or bored with how well Wolf’s hole was reacting to the dildo he had, the pig gave it one more powerful thrust and slowly pulled out the toy, millimeter by millimeter, before dropping it onto the floor with a wet, ‘plop.’

Even without seeing it, Wolf knew what was going to come next.

Like in Saturday’s session, Tank repeated the cycle of walking back to the shelf, selecting the next size up toy, then returning back to wolf’s backside, to apply the lube and resumed his mission of opening Wolf’s hole all over again.

It continued over and over again, each toy getting bigger and bigger, and as Wolf’s rear and clothes became more and more drenched in lube. Some part of Wolf’s mind was curious about if the lube Tank used would stain his uniform.  With the blindfold, Wolf could only focus on the squelching sounds of Tank’s toys parsing and sliding past his cheeks and grunts of Tank as he slowly started to put his weight behind every push.

With no way to know of the time and no clues of what was coming next, all Wolf could do was squirm and brace himself for whatever Tank had in store for him and just wait for him to finally be satisfied. Like before Tank went on to get through rows and rows of dildos until there was a pause in the action.

“Alright pup, looks like you’re primed for the pork,” Tank said after dropping a particularly textured toy as he began to shift his weight back and forth before leaning on top of Wolf. With nothing else to experience, Wolf felt Tank’s body heat as he lined up the head of his monstrously thick cock against Wolf’s gaping hole and ease it in.

The first thrust caused Wolf to see stars against the pitch black of his blindfolded. Even with all the training and warm up, Tank’s cock still filled up and stretched again the absolute edge of Wolf’s limits. Wolf’s breath staggered as Tank built up steam as his endurance just barely kept up with the rhythm. Eventually, after countless thrusts and grunts from Tank, Wolf registered that his dom began to slow down the pace and started to give deeper thrusts than normal.

As Tank took a deep breath, Wolf prepared the best he could for what was coming next. Following an extra strong and deep thrust into him, Wolf finally felt the additional pressure and warmth of Tank’s cum as it came erupting out of the pig’s cock, rushing even further inside as it flooded every nook and cranny of Wolf’s insides.

It must have been another impressive load because Wolf felt Tank lean a bit forward onto Wolf, to steady himself as he panted away. A half minute later Tank composed himself as he stood back up, slowly pulled out his cock, wiped the slimy residue on Wolf’s cheeks, and walked around to the front of Wolf.

Anticipating something more Wolf lifted his head up but was faced with disappointment when Wolf heard Tank falling back into the rubber easy chair followed by the sound of a bottle being uncorked and liquid pouring into a glass.

When Wolf heard the sound of Tank letting out a relieved sigh, he knew that it was break time. As Tank and wolf wound down, Wolf could not know for sure but he might have slipped in and out of sleep during that time in the blackness, either way, a knock on the door startled Wolf back to his senses.

“Come in,” Tank loudly answered.

The door opened up as a strong voice said, “Hey Tank, some of us were going to… oh I didn’t realize you were still breaking in the new guy.” 

Wolf began wracking his mind, frantically trying to match the voice with the dozens of doms he was introduced to that day.

“Oh yeah, Tank replied, “I was just about to ship him back.”

“Mind if I?” The stranger asked.

“Oh no, go right ahead, I already loosened him up but you might have work still cut out for you. Is anyone else in the hallway?”

“Uhhhh… oh yeah! Hey Mask! We still got a straggler strapped in, do you have another one in you?”

In the distance, Wolf heard a muffled, ‘is it the new fresh meat that Tank was parading around? Yeah, I think I can muster something up.”

Wolf’s ears could pick up two pairs of footsteps cross through the door frame. One had a normal padded paw gait while the other shook the floor and table as he entered. The lighter footed, it must have been Mask, one his way to the front of Wolf as the heavier one positioned himself at his rear.

Wolf could feel a pair of far bigger and thicker hands descend on his sopping wet cheeks as the rhino groped and spread them apart 

“Oh man, You really ruined him good and thorough. He’s almost ready to take me without breaking too much,” the stranger said to Tank before he grabbed Wolf’s ass and said, “I told you I was looking forward to pushing you to your limits, I just didn’t realize that it was going to be today.”

A flash of insight finally connected the stranger’s voice to the dom. It was Kilo, the rhino with that monstrous cock. That was the one that was positioned right behind him. Wolf’s breath quickened and adrenaline coursed through him as his body went on autopilot in its attempt to prepare for what Kilo had in store.

Before Tank could respond to what Kilo said, Wolf’s muzzle strap was yanked open. Instinctively, Wolf’s maw stretched open in a panic, gasping as he felt a pair of furry cheeks pressed right around his nose and lips.

“Fire in the hole,” Mask shouted as a jet of hot liquid came spraying out onto Wolf’s open muzzle.

The pungent stench assaulted and overpowered Wolf’s scenes as the skunk’s liquid spray shot into his mouth and up his nose burning his sinuses along the way. Wolf scrunched up his face in shock and disgust as he began coughing and sputtering.

Wolf could hear the other two doms cough and swear as they tried to catch their breath as well.

“Blimey,” Tank said through gasps, “at least turn on the fan beforehand!”

“What?” Mask responded coyly, “Didn’t you want the fresh meat to be fully broken in?”

Just as Wolf was about to spit out the rancid skunk spray when he felt the hood straps begin tightening as it forced his muzzle close, locking in the spray in his mouth and nose. 

Kilo sputtered next and said, “Fuck, you almost knock me off my mojo with hit…luckily it takes much more than that to keep me from going limp…. Get ready pup.”

With that briefest warning, Wolf felt the entirety of the Rhino’s head push its way into Wolf’s ass. In Wolf’s mind’s eyes, it was thicker or on par with Tank’s fist. 

Wolf squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth as he felt Kilo’s cock never lighten up on the constant pushing. As the rhino leaned more and more into the table, Wolf could feel his hole strain and stretch to accommodate the rhino’s cock as it slid into and grazed over his tired prostate. Wolf could practically feel the individual veins press and twitch against his insides as Kilo continued his assault.

The agony kept going and going until Wolf finally felt Kilo’s hip come pressing into his lube covered cheeks. At that sensation, Wolf let out a muffled gasp of relief, taking solace in the fact that there were no more inches left of the behemoth.

Kilo picked up on that exclamation and in a deep and low voice said, “Congrats pup, you survived the warm ups, now it’s time to run the drills.”

Colors blasted across his blindfolded eyes as Kilo pulled out his cock and just rammed it back into Wolf, repeating it over and over again with the rhythm, speed, and power of a steam engine that violently rocked the table.

With nothing to see as a point of reference and the disgusting scent of Mask’s spray still sitting on his tongue and nostrils. All Wolf could do was writhe as all the sensations overpowered him; as tears forced their way from the bottom of the blindfold and ran down his face.

Wolf felt Kilo’s hands come down and pin his sides to the straining table to steady his body and table from rocking over. Wolf was struggling to even catch his break between thrusts, he had no idea how long the eternal plumbing was going to last. Eventually, through the constant pain and ecstasy, his body went numb.

The last thing Wolf remembered hearing was a distant grunt in a wave of numbed heat as the sound of gel plopping onto the floor entered his ears. Then it all went to black.

***

The next thing that Wolf registered was claustrophobic darkness. As he came to his senses, he felt his limbs were now no longer restrained to metal legs, but instead confined by some bindings with his legs were laid out straight and his arms crossed over his chest. Wolf blinked and tried to open his mouth to gasp for air only to realize that the hood was still fastened. Stirring himself awake, Wolf wiggled his sore arms and legs against the walls and felt the familiar sensation of wooden boards against the back of his limbs.

“Oh hello, sleepyhead!” Wolf heard a familiar, yet muffled, voice say as it approached him.

After the sound of fiddling with the lid on the top of the container, Wolf felt a pair of hands reach down and start to undo the hood’s latches. Once Wolf’s eyes were basked in light. A groan escaped from Wolf as he closed his eyes to the sudden change. A few blinks later Wolf looked up and backlit against the living room lights he saw the face of Echo looking down at him with an expression that was a mix of concern and relief.

“The instructions on the box said not to open up until you came too.” 

In a state of confusion and disorientation, Wolf only responded with a muffled ‘Wh-what?” 

Echo ignored him as the German Shepherd’s eyes scanned up and down his husband’s body.

“Whoa, they must have put you through the wringer on your first day huh? I could smell you before they even carried you through the front door. Thankfully they included several tubs of tomato paste and other cleaning powder when they dropped you off here.”

Echo then went to work fiddling with something below Wolf’s neck. Craning downwards Wolf saw that his body was fastened to the full body wooden box with wire ties. ‘Like a doll’ a groggy thought commented as he watched his husband untwist the last restraint before extending a hand for Wolf to grasp and slowly eased him out of the box and to his aching feet.

“My my, what did they do to you today? They told me that you were going to be outfitted with a white uniform…” as Echo trailed off Wolf looked down and saw that on top of the faded piss yellow, the back of his legs and pants were stained with cum and lube. 

Echo just tutted to himself and said, “It’s gonna take forever to even begin to take out those stains, but it looked like you had fun. Here I already have a nice warm tomato bath drawn up.”

Turning around, Wolf also registered that the small metal padlock was still fastened to the back of his neck.

Picking up on that detail Echo commented, “Oh yeah, so that’s what that’s for,” as he reached down to flip over the black wooden lid and peeled off a set of keys taped to the front.

Echo wrapped his arms around Wolf, undid the lock, and leaned in for an embrace.

After that, Echo led his husband upstairs towards his well-deserved bath.

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“Three of a kind” James proudly proclaimed as he threw his cards on the table, “read ‘em and weep”

A round of impressed whistles arose from the poker table as all eyes were now on Ben whose face was stone cold. He calmly flipped over his hand and answered with, “Straight.”

The wave of more impressed ‘ohhh’s’ came from the players as they turned their attention back to James, who swore as he stood up and began to slide off his underwear and flung it over the table, where Ben effortlessly caught it with his free hand and dropped it onto the pile of other clothes that comprised his winnings.

Now completely nude, James reluctantly sat down and crossed his arms as he look at people at the table All around the table were his friends, all in various states of undress, all except for Ben who was sitting right across from James. 

“First to lose again!” Chimed in Alex

Ben scooped up all the cards and reshuffled the deck. He started dressed to the nines and he still had every single article of clothing on, he even had his black tie and stupid blazer that he insisted to wear every poker night. 

These strip poker nights have been a long time tradition for Ben, James, and Alex, going back when they were in college when it started as a stupid drunken bet. Throughout the years it had become a constant event and then evolved into a standard weekly get-together every Friday night.

Josh was the first to be invited in as he joined into the fold as a friend and Alex eventually introduced Pat, his boyfriend, to the table once they both become comfortable. It was weird for both Josh and Pat at first but it soon became the norm.

No matter what happened, a constant that emerged from these poker nights was that James would always be the one to Bust Out first and be the first loser to be completely naked at the table.

“Busted out again” Alex chimed in once James took a seat. “If I had a nickel every time I saw your bare ass at this poker table, I’d be a rich man”.

“That’s was bullshit!” James spat out, “I was just starting my hot streak.”

“Suuuure” Josh said, “you’re always just in the middle of your best lucky streaks” barely containing the sarcasm.

“Oh fuck off, it’s true” James snapped back, “I know that I’m right”

“Well, “ Ben cooed “If James honestly thinks that he was actually beginning to feel his fabled winning streaks starting to take off, it would be a disservice to not have him continue,” he said with venomed honey in his voice.

As Ben spoke, his hand fished in his jacket pocket “Let’s allow him to keep playing, who knows, he might even win back some of his clothes, but if he loses, he has to wear this” as he flung something out.

James was stunned for a moment, fixated on the pair of panties unfurling and fluttering down onto the card table before looking back at Ben, who met his gaze with a wry smile. “If you want a way to buy back into the poker night, win back your clothes, and prove us all wrong… here’s your chance.”

Jame’s eyes darted between the pink panties and Ben, as he bit his lip in a deep calculation and pondered until he finally said, “Alright, I’m game. Deal me in.”

“Oh, that’s gonna make this round interesting” mewed Josh as Ben delt out the card to everyone. 

James peered at this hand, a Queen and Ace. Trying not to let his confidence show, James slowly lowered his cards back onto the table and allowed himself to relax a bit as Ben laid out the first three cards: a Jack, 10, and an 8.

“I knew that my luck was able to turn around,” James thought to himself as he kept his face locked in a neutral expression.

…

“And James only has a high ace… looked like he’s the loser” Ben reported at the end of the round. “It’s a shame because you just needed a King to get a High Straight” as he gathered up all the cards and flicked the pink panties over to James.

Face flushed with defeat and embarrassment, James grabbed the panties and stood up to hastily slide them on. Despite how fast he moved, both Alex and Pat were both able to get in a holler and catcall.

James sat down, humiliated as the rest of the table laughed and made a snide remark. Ben cleared his throat and said, “well James, I gotta say, your luck almost pulled through for you back there… maybe it needed another warm-up round before it can really come out.” as he kept his eyes locked on James, he pulled a pair of fishnet stockings as from underneath the table. “Care for another, Jamie~? Who knows this might be the start of your triumphant return to earn back your clothes and finally come out on top as the winner…what do you say?”

“Fuck you all” James spat out over the taunts of Alex, Pat, and Josh. “I’ll show you all!” as he sat back down again.

With that, the card game continued into the night, as all the men played on. Rund after round after round, James kept losing, and round after round Ben kept pulling out another bit of clothing and offering James another chance to ‘win back big’.

A Skirt, top, hair bands, gloves, thigh highs, shoes, and so forth, Ben had it all prepared for James. The knowledge that Ben went through all that effort to taunt him only fueled James’ desire to stay in to win back all of his clothes and dignity.

…

It was well past midnight when Ben finally announced, “and with that, I’m out of clothes for James and he’s out of luck.” As all four looked at James, red in the face and fuming as he was fully decked out in his pink girly outfit.

“I don’t want to be keeping any of you longer than needed and I especially don’t want any of you walking out of here without your clothes” Ben continued as he began to hand his winnings back to Alex, Jost, and Pat. 

“Hey!” James snapped once he realized that Ben purposefully skipped him. “What about me?” 

“Oh, but James,” ben said as he put on a fake concerned face, “you already have your clothes on, you got them from this very tournament” 

“Wait! You honestly expect me to walk out like this?” James proclaimed as he motioned towards himself as a roar of laughter came from his friends.

“Well,” Ben responded, “you can always stay the night, I’m sure I could find something that fits your…. accommodations.” as he raised his eyebrows on that last word.

That got another roar of laughter from the room as everyone was of putting on their clothes. 

“Now that’s just cruel, benny” Alex added.

“Oh no, not at all” as Ben adjusted his tie, “he can always win back his clothes, and if his luck fails him next time…. Well, I have this whole week to come up with another way for him to stay in the game” with a malicious twinkle in his eyes.

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It was just after 6 pm when Max was finally able to walk into his apartment, he greeted the place with an exhausted groan as he kicked off his work boots by the front door. After hanging up his coat, Max looked around and saw that his roommate, Leo, was in his regular place, sitting on the living room sofa, watching TV with a soda in hand.

Leo greeted Max with his standard, “Another long day?”

“You have no idea” Max answered back as he gave his back a proper stretch, followed by making a B-line to the kitchen.

A few weeks ago Max’s supervisor broke the news that their construction project was behind schedule. That meant that Max and his team were going to be working back to back double shifts until the building was actually complete.

In stark comparison, Leo had a pretty comfy office job and it only got better when his office decided to move him to a work-from-home status. That meant that Leo got to lounge around the apartment all day, watching T.V while he cruised on by with his cushy job. 

Max started opening pantry shelves and drawers to fetch a clean plate, a few slices of bread, and the big bag of chips before laying them out on the counter.

Max then opened the fridge to get the packets of black forest ham and cheese when he let out a defeated moan as he was forced to remember that he ran out of beer and forgot to pick up some more after work. Max grumbled as he snatched the deli meat and prepared for his rather dry dinner.

Not before long Max was eagerly munched on his sandwich and chips in the kitchen area, devouring it quicker than he expected or would hope for. As he was picking up the last crumb of the potato chips, he heard the apartment doorbell ring.

Max shot a confused look at Leo and both wordlessly confirmed that neither one was expecting any company nor packages. Since Max was the closest to the door, he was the one to go and answer it.

Expecting a deliveryman of some sort, Max carefully opened the door and saw no one. Checking up and down the hallway, he continued to see no one, until finally, Max looked down and was greeted to the sight of a large cardboard box with a six-pack of bottled beer pints resting on top of it. The bottles were frosted and on the cardboard’s side it had their address written on it in almost neat handwriting 

Max turned his head to look back up and down the hallway. Along the rows of the still doors that lined the hallway, theirs were the only ones to receive a package like this at their doorstep. 

Confusion growing, Max knelt down to pick up the stack, bringing them inside and then hefting them onto the kitchen counter as Leo got up from the sofa to join in on the inspection.

Leo poked and prodded the thick cardboard box, sealed with packing tape, as Max went to pick up one of the bottles from the six pack. The bottles were frosted and refreshingly cold to the touch. As he examined the bottles, Max noted that the six pack was a variety pack Each bottle was labeled in a foreign language. Turning one in his hand, Max could make out the words, “Bär Bier” in big letters.

“You think it’s a gift?” Max asked as he turned the bottle in his hand.

“I didn’t order anything, plus there’s no return mailing information,” Leo said as he was trying in vain to pick at the tape.

“Well it’s directed to us, it must be for us.” Max shrugged as he popped the top of the bottle and before Leo could protest Max took a swig of the beer.

The moment the beer passed his lip he was greeted with the most delicious taste as the beer spread across his tongue and down his throat. It was a heady and rich beer with the barest taste of spiced berries and honey. As he took the first taste Max felt the ice cold beer slide down into his stomach. Max let out a deep moan of appreciation, this was exactly what he needed right now.

Max heard Leo make another slightly more urgent objection but Max just kept leaning his head back, as he closed his eyes to savor the experience.

He felt the cold beer pour into him, flowing over his sore and thirsty throat. From there, Max felt the spiced flavors being spread and radiating the warmth out from his stomach and swell throughout his torso and limbs.

The distant sound of tearing reached Max’s ears but he ignored it.

As he kept going, he felt his body fill up with that sweet, sweet warmth as it continued to spread to every part of his body and grew in intensity. With the final swallow of the brew, Max lowered the bottle and let out a monstrous sigh of relief as he opened his eyes to finally address Leo.

It took a fraction of a moment to reorientate his eyes down to regain eye contact with Leo who was looking back at him with an expression of shock and horror.

“What?” Max said in a voice so deep and gruff that it took him by surprise. Max brought his hand to his throat and immediately pulled away when it met a mat of thick bushy hair.

Whipping his head down, Max saw a giant hand covered with brown fur that ran down the arm and attached to his torso. Staring in amazement, Max flexed his fingers and rotated his hand back and forth. It was his.

This hand was bigger than it was just a few moments ago, it could have easily engulfed his old hand and the fingertips were padded much like … and a bear’s paw. Max’s eyes carried on as he saw that the rest of his body changed as well.

Max’s body was now huge, monstrous in size, and covered all over in thick brown fur. His arms, legs, and torso swelled from the added hair but after a few exploratory flexes and prods, Max discovered that there was now a layer of hard muscle underneath it all.

While Max was always active with his personal life and the work of his job kept him in shape, what he had now was a step beyond that. He could not see through the fur but he figured he was now as muscular as a bodybuilder. A grin spread over Max’s face as he thought of that as he continued to examine himself.

Looking at himself and the clutter of torn clothes around him, it finally dawned on Max where the sound of ripping around came from. The change was almost worth the cost of the muscle gut that now clung to his stomach but as he patted it making a firm thudding sound in reposing Max confessed that event that might not have been a bad trade. Max went to rub his chin and found a thick beard had grown there.

The rush of the sudden change, the pride of the new body, and the buzz of the down beer all gave Max a boost of confidence.

“Cool trick huh?” Max said as he flexed his arms and took a step towards him.

Leo stood stock still, eyes fixated on the creature in front of him as Max kept on approaching, delivering a bodybuilder pose after every step. The beast only stopped once he was meer inches away from his roommate, as Leo’s eye level was right at Max’s chest.

“How do I look?” Max boasted, getting too caught up in the change as he took another half step closer.

“You-yo-you look…” Leo sputtered out, body squirming, as his breath started to quicken while the tip of his nose was tickled by the bristled fur on Max’s pec “…good” he added weaky.

“Good!?” Max let loose a laugh, “I look amazing, check it” as he lifted his arms over his head, flexing his biceps, tilting his head upwards in another bodybuilder pose.

Leo let out a weak whimper as he practically began to hyperventilate. His eyes kept running down one arm, crossing the chest and up the other arm, while making a fraction of a second pit stop along the journey.

Too caught up with his posing Max finally noticed Leo’s reaction, “What’s wrong bud? Too…” as he finally noticed it.

“Whew! I’m ripe!” as his face bunched, “I guess this change skill kept the sweat from work”

“Uhhh…. Yeah…m-must have” Leo said in a meek voice.

After a bewildering moment, Max finally noticed what was happening, a grin spread over his face again as he said, “Leo…are you… getting turned on?” as Max titled his torso, angling his right armpit towards Leo’s face.

“No, no, no-” Leo began to say, lifting his hands up and beginning to back away. Before he could go back any further Max brought his left arm down, scooping the back of Leo’s head in his huge paw, and buried his face right into Max’s armpit. For added effect, Max lowered his right arm to completely encompass Leo’s trapped head.

A half second of silence passed, as a seed of doubt started to sprout inside of Max’s mind before it was eviscerated when Max felt Leo’s head moving back and forth, followed by the sensation of Leo’s tongue on his damp brown fur.

“You kinky little fucker!” Max growled with excitement as he felt Leo let out a deeply satisfied moan. 

Leo then brought up his thin arms to wrap around Max’s body, grasping the fur as he tried to pull himself closer to Max’s pit while grinding his groin against Max’s leg as he continued to huff and slurp away.

“All this time,” Max carried on after he savored the moment, “you are a total musk fiend! You must have loved every time I came home”. A complaint agreeing moaned emerged from Max’s side.

“I bet that you even stole some of my dirty underwear huh?” Max asked as he started to rub his pit deeper into Leo’s face.

Another weaker moan answered that question

“Oh, you NASTY wimp!” Max said, laughing at the confession. “Let’s see what else you’re into…” he said as he pulled the reluctant Leo off of him, resulting in Leo losing his balance and landing on the floor with his bottom.

Making sure that Leo was still watching him, Max slowly turned around, giving enough time for the thirsty roommate to take in every angle. Max then sauntered back to the cardboard box on the counter. The floor creaked with every step.

Now with one paw, Max lifted the six pack of pint bottles and set it to the side as he pulled the box closer to him. With one swipe, Max tore off the top of the cardboard box and began to look inside. A moment later a roaring chuckle emerged from Max as he lifted a few things from the box. He turned around and allowed the items to unfold in the air. In one hand was a shiny leather vest and a matching jock in the other.

“Oh yeah,” Max said with a growl of approval, “now we’re talking!” as he began to slide his arm into the vest. After stepping into the jock he turned back and pulled out a black biker cap from the box and dawned it on his head. 

“How do I look?” Max said, finally addressing Leo.

Leo just stared back, his jaw hanging open in disbelief as a response. After a few stunned moments, he shook his head and regained enough of his senses to ask, “Is there anything there for me” before adding a weak “…daddy” to the end of the question.

“‘Daddy’ am I? Well, I guess I do look the part.” Max said as he reexamined himself with a satisfied smile on his face.

Perring back into the box Max’s eyes lit up as he said, “Oh…. there’s plenty for you, but first we need to get you into the proper state” as Max’s gaze moved over to the five remaining pints of beer. Max excitedly hummed as he lifted up and examined the labels.

“Hmmm too much, not your style, too exotic… Lion? HA! Too cliched” As Max theatrically went through each bottle before he finally exclaimed “This one, it’s perfect for you”.

Max walked back towards Leo, easily popping off the bottle cap with his thumb and making sure that the bottle’s label was facing into his palm as his eyes sparkled with glee.

Leo, realizing what was going to happen, got back on his feet and tried to back away saying, “whoa whoa whoa! What type of beer is that?” as he felt his back meet up with the wall.

Max pinned Leo against the wall with his left arm and pushed the bottle past Leo’s lips “It’s exactly what you are,” Max answered as he began to pour the beer down Leo’s mouth.

Leo struggled initially against the bear’s weight and tried to hold his breath but when he realized that there was nothing else he could do, Leo conceded and allowed the beer to go down his throat.

“There you go…drink it all up for Daddy,” Max said in an almost comforting voice. From this close, Max got a good view of what the transformation looked like from the outside.

Leo’s skin became shade after shade pinker with every gulp. Along with the change of color, Leo’s face began to fill out until a prominent double chin fell down and overtook his jaw. His nose also flattened out, as if pressed against an invisible glass, until it took the shape of a snout.

Max could feel that the rest of Leo’s body thicken as the face, as it pressed out against Max’s body weight with each passing second.

The rest of his pinned friend, Max saw the rest of his roommate’s body thicken just like the face, with arms and legs growing under layers of fat as Leo’s gut extended outwards, pushing back against Max’s impressive strength.

Leo let out a small moan as his eyes rolled back in his head and began to drink more greedily. That extra gulping pushed the rapid changes to redouble in speed as the bloating excerpted and with such speed that it pushed the massive bear a few steps back. Despite moving away, Max was amazed to see that Leo was able to continue to hold on to the pint of beer with his lips until his hands came up and to allow him to tip it further back. A second later after that, There was a chorus of rips and tears as Leo’s clothes flew off in tatters as the thickening body bloated out, leaving him completely naked. 

Grasping the bottle with both hands, Leo’s stomach truly started to balloon out, expanding faster than any other part of him. Max just stared as Leo’s growing gut surpassed Max’s own muscle gut before gravity took over and his pink gut came crashing down over his groin with a satisfied jiggle.

When Leo finally drained the beer, he let his hands drop to his side as he let out a huge, undignified belch. Once he was done, Leo looked down at his new self. “Holy Shit, this is unreal” Leo proclaimed as he examined himself with shock and amazement, “I’m Huge!”

“Damn right,” Max said with a grin, “you’re even bigger than me in some areas” patting his gut as Leo lifted his own gut from the bottom with both hands. “But I’m not more interested in your pretty little snout there…tell me piggy, is it all for show or did it get an upgrade?”

At that question, Leo stopped his own body inspection and looked up as his snout twitched with excitement.

“Yeah,” Leo said with increasing arousal as he sniffed the air a few more times, “This nose is so good, your scent… it’s like… it’s like I’m right next to you now.”

“Well,” chuckled Max as he turned to expose his left armpit towards him, “come get a whiff with your new nose straight from the source.”

Leo’s eyes lit up as he licked his lips and uttered, “yes daddy” as he eagerly stumbled forward towards the bear’s pit. Forgoing any pretense of humility or dignity Leo dissolved into a loud snorting and squealing as he buried and rubbed himself deeper into the untouched pit.

Max staggered a bit as Leo face planted directly into Max’s armpit. “My My! You’re certainly dedicated, little piglet” Max commented as the Pig continued to serve.

The body worship carried on as Leo basked in the smell and taste of the bear’s heavy musk as Max savored in the delighted sounds filling the room as well as the sensation of  Leo’s new tongue on his fur. Once Max was sure that his sweat was totally licked clean the bear peeled the horny pig off of him.

“I think you got it all piglet. We’ve seen how well you can use your mouth, now let’s test drive those thick hammocks of yours,” Max commanded, slapping Leo’s ass as he led his pitslave towards his room.

As he let Leo waddle into the bedroom Max looked over his shoulder, towards the four remaining pints of beer and grinned to himself before he turned to give his full attention to the pig that just climbed onto the bed. 

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Larcarac was navigating through the forest, treading carefully over the brush making sure not to step on any twigs with his ears twitching in all directions straining to pick up every sound, as he kept his feline eyes peeled.

The sky was completely clear but as Lacarac progressed deeper into the forest, the tall trees 

Caused the mid-day sun to cast down shade everywhere.

Throughout the past few months, the towns he had visited all had whispers of disappearing adventures who vanished without a trace when they traveled out past the tree lines. While those were just rumors and that Lacarac was a skilled practitioner of the arcane, the white cat still kept clenching his right paw, mentally rotating through the multiple spells he could cast at the drop of a hat, as he traveled along.

It was only because Lacarac was on edge that he heard the sound of a whizzing dart flying through the air. Lightning fast reflexes took over as he ducked and sidestepped away as an arrow barely nicked one of his whiskers. Adrenaline pumping, Lacarac whipped his head up, eyes fixed on the spot the arrow came from. 

A half hurried heartbeat later a form emerged from the shadows. It took a moment for the feline adventurer to comprehend what he saw, from the cover of a shadowed tree a few meters away stepped out an orc.

Lacarac’s eyes widened in amazement and fear as he accessed the orc in front of him. He was broad-shouldered with a torso to match and in his thick scared arms, he held his bow with another arrow already primed and ready to shoot. There was a part of the cat’s brain that was starting on the issue of how an orc of that size could even hide behind the width of that tree before that thought got interrupted by a gruff voice to the side. 

“Smart kitty. A lesser adventure would already be on the ground by now” as another orc emerged from the shadows of a bush on his right.

“Good” replied a third to Lacarac’s left, “Maybe this one will put up a decent fight” as an axe wielding orc stepped out from another tree.

Lacarac took a small step back as his gray eyes started skittering between the three orcs that somehow were able to get the drop on him.

The two orcs with the bow and axe were equipped with an animal hide for armor and both equally dangerous but what got Lacarac truly worked up was the one on his right. That one was just wearing a normal cloth robe and was unarmed save for a clay object in his left hand.

“What do you want?” demanded the feline adventurer, hoping that he was able to suppress the fearfulness in his tone.

“You.” snorted the orc directly in front of him.

“Quiet.” Barked the orc on the right, “You’re going to frighten the kitty away’ he said in a slightly condescending voice. “The last thing we need is for the cat-thing to think this was specifically for him… they tend to develop quite an ego if they start thinking that they’re the center of the plan” he added with a sneer. 

The other two orcs let out a deep laugh at that comment. Within that moment of laughter, Lacarac seized the opportunity. Tail twitching, Lacarac brought his right hand, and with a snarl that almost resulted in a hiss, he pointed his open palm straight in front of him as he unleashed a bolt of pure energy. It hit the orc square in the chest, knocking the life clean out of him before he hit the ground.

Not allowing either of the orcs to react, Lacarac spun to his left and delivered the same deadly blow to the axe wielding orc. Then spinning his body clockwise towards the remaining orc, Lacarac saw that the orc already had his hand raised. A nauseating purple color radiated from the orc’s green palm and soon Lacarac felt deep fatigue descend upon him.

It was the type of fatigue that enveloped his entire body and seeped down to his bones. Desperately blinking his eyes into focus, the Lacarac tried to will his arm up to aim and fire at the last orc. At that crucial moment his legs buckled and gave out and the white cat landed, undignified, onto his side.

Struggling to try to keep his eyes open, Laracarc saw the remaining orc step out of the brush, approach him while surveying the dead scouts. 

“You killed two of our best troops,” the orc said in a dry tone. “We were merely going to rob you, possibly hold you for ransom but now…. A much worse fate is in store for you.”

Mind racing on what that could possibly mean, Lacarac’s body betrayed him as his eyes closed and he slipped into a reluctantly peaceful sleep.

Lacarac’s next experience was the sensation of soft fur pushed up against his face. Once his mind connected the pieces from his recent memory to where he was now, his brain jumped straight to fully awake as eyes snapped open. His body jolted awake, and Lacarac felt his limbs immediately meeting with rigid resistance of something that dug into his skin.

With that jarring sensation, Lacarac’s eyes darted down to see what was restraining him. From surveying his body, shock caused his eyes to almost pop out of their sockets. 

His wrists and ankles were bound in front of him with a strong, thick rope. While that was concerning it wasn’t the most surprising sight. As he was passed out and brought back here his captors removed all of his weapons, magical trinkets and undressed him, leaving him only in a poorly tied loincloth.

But the biggest and the most concerning sight was that the white fur on his stomach was cleanly shaved off. On that patch of exposed pink skin was the shine of fresh black tattoo ink. Willing his eyes into focus he saw three lines of text comprising the tattoo on his stomach, even though he did not know what it said, Lacarac knew that the language was orcish.

In a futile attempt, Lacarac tried to brush the ink away with his hands but it was clear that it was a proper tattoo on his body. After comprehending what that meant, Lacarac cursed for allowing himself to be caught off guard and captured so easily. The sorcerer quickly started running through his memory, wracking his mind to think of all the spells and incantations he knew, then eliminating the ones that he did not have the time or materials to perform.

When he composed the list, Lacarac took a moment to look at his surroundings. It was a simple tent with a dirt floor and the only entrance right in front of him. The only thing was the animal pelt that he was resting on. Once he was sure he was safe, Lacarac then started recreating a rough mental map of the closest towns, rivers, and landmarks from the spot he was ambushed from. 

Lacarac was in the mists of composing a plan of what he would need to do once he blasts out of the ropes and starts his escape. Just as he started finalizing his plan and mentally preparing himself, a shadow fell upon the tent’s entrance. Snapping his head up, Lacarac saw two orcs file into the tent.

The first one was the largest orc he had ever seen, an orc with a massive frame and broad shoulders, strong torso, and powerful legs and arms that were seasoned from years of battle. He was so big he dwarfed the robed orc that was standing behind him. His shoulder was draped with a bear pelt, and his neck was adorned with a necklace of sharp animal fangs. All that must have made him the chief. Lacarac looked up with grave concern at the orc chief, making note of his battle-scarred hands and face.

“This is the cat-thing that killed two of my warriors?” the chief said in vile disgust as he walked right up to Lacarac, looming over the bound cat as Lacarac winced from the sour scent of the orc’s sweat.

“Yes chief” the robed orc replied, with just as much disdain in his voice, “we planned to simply rob him but after what he did…” The robed orc paused for a moment as a smile crept across his lips, exposing his pointed tusk, “I had a change of heart” he concluded

“Hmmm” grunted the chief as his eyes slowly, slowly ran down the prone’s cat’s body, briefly stopping at the tattoo on his exposed stomach as he grinned wider. 

“Soon our operation will be in place, we just need….” 

Lacarac tried and ultimately failed to suppress his ear twitch at the sound of that sentence.

Seeing that, the chieftain whipped his head towards the robed orc as he snapped, “Speak no more, not while….” he stopped as he gave Lacarac a dirty glare before following up with a “Quick, leave.”

The chief quickly made his way out of the tent, followed by the robed orc, leaving Lacarac alone with his thoughts.

While Lacarac normally stayed out of kingdom politics, that conversation and the recent events sounded like a battle plan. He knew whatever information gathered here would be incredibly vital and could be useful for the king and his counsel. And, as the cat thought about it, he still was not sure what exactly was that spell that was used against him. Lacarac was familiar with all sorts of magic, from arcane to taboo, but in all his years of practice and studying he never saw or felt anything like the spell the orcs used to subdue him. Whatever that was, it was completely new and he was willing to bet that not even the scholars of the universities or masters of the guilds knew that these orcs have this power.

The common sense part of the adventurer’s mind was screaming for him to leave, get out, and escape right this instant, another part of him reminded him that he had more than enough spells and abilities to blast his way out of here whenever he wanted to. Once he was free from the camp he could gather the reagents from the closest down to send an urgent message to the king, university, and magic guilds. The information he would discover here and if he played his cards right, all of them would pay handsomely for the information.

Lacarac mewed on that, tail twitching, thinking back to how he was able to take down two of the orcs while being caught off guard. He purred at the idea of what damage he could do to this camp when he was properly prepared. With that idea, he began to ease the little bit as he smirked to himself as decided to take on the role of a prisoner spy.

Lacarac was so caught up with his ideas that he was startled when an orc entered the tent. With a start, Lacarac turned his head towards this new visitor. He was an adult orc on the younger side and judging from his modest armor and markings it was clear he was a low-ranking member of the tribe and he was holding a large bowl in his hands.

The orc stepped through, first with a disgruntled disgust but when his eyes found Lacarac facing him on his side, body bound, his expression shifted into a mischievous grin.

“Here’s cat-thing’s meal,” the orc said in a gruff voice as he approached Lacarac, stopping at the edge of the animal pelt and lowering the bowl to the ground before stepping away then looking at Lacarac expectantly. There was a tense minute of waiting before the orc broke the silence with a “Dig in.”

Realizing that there was no way that he was going to get out of this, the sorcerer tried his best to sit up without the full support of his hands and feet into a sitting position. After that, he tried to crawl as gracefully as he could towards the bowl. Carefully peering inside, Lacarac was met with a bowl of stew still lightly steaming. Lacarac’s nose eagerly welcomed the warm and fresh scents and quickly informed the rest of his body that there was plenty of meat and potatoes in the broth.

Lacarac had to press his lips tight to prevent any of the drool from passing his lips. Then remembering that he was being watched he darted his eyes back up to his orc captor, turned up his nose, and said, “I’m not hungry”

At that exact moment, Lacarac’s stomach betrayed him as it let out a loud growl in protest. Lacarac turned his head away, feeling his face redded as the orc let out a hearty laugh.

“Such scaredy cat-thing” the orc went on in a lighter voice “You’re no use to us dead. You get the same food as the tribe, just the last serving,” he said, tacking that last piece on to rub salt into the wounds. “If the chief wanted you dead you would be and if we wanted to poison you, we wouldn’t waste the food.”

Unable to verify the claim that it was not positioned and unable to deny his hunger and more, the cat carefully slowly turned his head back to the bowl of soup, examining before saying, “There’s no spoon, how am I supposed to eat it?”

The orc chuckled at that as he said, “Prisoners like you don’t get spoons, you eat it like this!” As the orc took a single quick step grabbed the top of Lacarac’s head and brought it down face-first into the bowl in one powerful stroke.

Lacarac saw the stew come rushing towards him just before he emerged in it. There were a few moments of undignified sputtering before he felt the hand was removed from this head. Bringing his head up for air and fit of coughing he heard the orc let out a deep bellowing laugh as he departed, calling back as he went, “Does cat-thing need any more teaching?” 

Lacarac hurriedly blinked the broth from his face eyes as he glared at the orc, examining every characteristic of his tormentor, taking in every detail of his face, committing it to memory. When it was time to strike, he would single him out.

The sorcerer kept glaring at the entrance of his cave well after the orc left for several more minutes before another loud growl from his stomach interrupted his concentration. In a mindless response, Lacarac licked his lips and reluctantly admitted that stew tasted pretty good.  In the privacy of the tent, without anyone watching, he slowly lowered his head and started slurping up the dinner in the bowl.

After licking the bowl clean, Lacarac groomed himself the best he could, and crawled back on his pelt, trying to get comfortable as he ran through his battle and escape plans. He did not realize how exhausted he was until he laid down. As soon as he closed his eyes, Lacarac slipped into a deep peaceful sleep.

The next thing the sorcerer saw when he opened his eyes was the early morning light shining through the crack in the tent’s entrance. Lacarac slept so soundly that when the sun was on his eyes, his first instinct was to roll over to continue sleeping. Somewhere the better part of his brain reminded him where he was and jolted his body awake. His eyes shot wide open and quickly darted around the tent, making sure he was alone. After he verified that he was safe, the cat let out a sigh of relief and then allowed himself the luxury to stretch his still bound limbs. Before he had time to think about it Lacarac let out a small groan as he flexed his aching muscles awake.

Despite the allotted moment of self pleasure Laracara’s ears stayed on high alert throughout the entire time. His eyes twitched around as they scanned back and forth, covering every square corner of the tent then trying to focus beyond the entrance. Once he was done he was able to confirm that the rest of the camp was silent, save for the sounds of snoring orcs in the near distance.

Fully awake and pondering the information he now had, Lacarac decided to be foolish. 

Rolling onto his stomach he used his elbows and knees to orient his body to face the entrance and began the laborious task to worm on his bare stomach towards the tent’s opening as quietly as possible. Holding his breath along the way, he prayed that no orc guards were manning his tent or would be in on him. Lacarac shuddered as he let his mind think of everything the orcs would do to him if they thought he was trying to escape.

Luckily the crawl across the dirt floor was uninterrupted and Lacarac finally arrived at the opening. It took a bit more effort to align himself up the way he wanted but he eventually got what he was hoping for, through the slit in the tent’s hole the cat finally got a clear view of the orc camp that he was being held at. 

The limited perspective from the ground floor did not provide him with any landmarks over the tall trees that surrounded the camp. But scanning his eyes left to right he was able to see almost everything in the settlement from his vantage point. Lacarac identified the closest tent on his left as a standard troop bunker, where all the orcs usually sleep together. Beyond that were rows of wooden tables and benches in a cleared-out area, next to those were a few tables with knives laying on top. All those tables were circled around a huge metal black pot, suspended over an extinguished fire pit.

The farthest on his left was what he could only be assumed as the chief’s tent. It was the most lavish, by orc standards, and spacious of all of the tents, and it was adorned with fine pelts, and on the top of that entryway was a skull of a giant beast.

Moving his feline eyes to the right, Lacarac saw farthest from him a cleared out and heavily trodden space with racks of weapons just laying out there in the open. Fools Lacarac thought to himself smirking as his eyes went over all the weapons on the rack. An orc dagger would be a bit unwieldy in his pawed hands but could still be more suitable in a pinch and much more deadly than knives from their outdoor mess hall. With that comforting fact, his eyes moved towards the final tent, the closest one to him on the right. It was a simple tent, smaller than the troops but Lacarac heard the slow murmur and rumbling of the tent. But the thing that most caused Lacarac’s stomach to drop deep into the ground was the tall pile of bones by the entrance, picked clean.

The sight alone caused Lacarac’s heart to race with fear as he tried to make out what kind of bones they were from his distance away.  ‘That must be the orc’s secret weapon that they are all so secretive about’ he thought as he fought past the terrifying realization that whatever it was, it has always been right next to him as he futilely tried to angle his view to angle himself to peer into that tent but to no avail. 

Just then, from the corner of his eye, Lacarac saw a groggy orc stumble out of the troop bunker with a horn in hand. Still, in a daze, the orc marched out to the middle of the camp, turned around to face the tent he just emerged from, brought a born to his green lips, and blew.

A horrible series flat of tones rang throughout the camp. Realizing what that was, Lacarac swore and pivoted his body 180 degrees and crawled as fast as he could back to the sleeping pelt as the whole camp began to stir and wake up. 

Lacarac rushed to his bed and had just enough time to hastily brush his bound arms and legs free of the dirt and get back into position before one of the orcs opened the tent to stick his head inside. Lacarac whipped his head to face the orc, locking eyes suppressing his pants, praying that his breathing would come off as more terrified exerted. The orc just gave the bounded sorcerer a once over, the smile smiled deviously after his examination and left.

Considering that was a bit too close for comfort, Lacarac decided not to test his luck again and chose to stay and wait in his tent and spent most of his energy straining his ears to pick up any tips or hints on the orc’s secret plans between the normal activities of their camp.

Lacarac heard the sounds of troops and orcs marching out and receiving their orders but nothing else. Once the morning ruckus died down Lacarac was left alone yet again with only his thoughts as he ran through his various battle and escape plans with the new information gathered of the camp layout.

The morning stayed uneventful but at midday, Lacarac’s nose picked up the scent of fire smoke followed soon after the sound of the murmuring of orcs as the camp crowded together by what Lacarac could only imagine was the outdoor mess hall. A quarter of an hour later the same orcs as yesterday delivered his dinner arrived, carrying another bowl. Like before he set it down on the edge of the pelt and took a few steps back.

Lacarac hastily sat up and scooted towards the first meal of the day. He was about to lean in before he caught himself and glared at the orc who was looking at him expectantly.

“What’s wrong cat-thing, need another lesson in how to eat?” sneered the orc, arms crossed.

With that comment, Lacarac straightened his spine, sat back up to lock eyes with his captor. He was not going to give any of them the satisfaction of seeing him weaker than he already was. A figurative eternity went by as Lacarac stayed staring at the orc, forcing his will to overcome his rising hunger and praying that his stomach would not betray him again. A second eternity passed before the orc finally blinked first and with a ‘tsk’ and looked away.

“You cat-things are impossible” he spat as he turned away, “Eat the meal however you want to now. While you still can,” he said over his hulking shoulders before he left the tent.

It took all of Lacarac’s dwindling willpower to stop him from shoving his face into the bowl. As he hungrily slurped away the stew, he noted that it was a bit weaker than last night’s dinner and after a few slurps he concluded that it was the reheated leftovers of last night’s meal. None the less he finished his bowl, licked clean. As he swallowed the last morsel Lacarac scanned the entrance again before letting out a satisfied sigh followed by laying down on the pelt and rubbing his shaved distended stomach with content. 

He let his mind wander as he continued to rub his smooth and full stomach, allowing himself the pleasure to enjoy the warm food in his body. Something deep inside of Lacarac tried to raise alarm about what was happening but he pushed it out of his mind as he rubbed away. 

The rest of his day continued within his confined tent switching between actively listening to the orc’s around the camp and running through his spells and various plans of escape. Halfway through the afternoon, the robed orc made the appearance walking into the tent, inspecting the bound sorcerer from a distance with a knowing smirk before leaving.

The only other event that day was in the late evening when he heard the hunter party bring back their hunt to the cooking area. Lacarac could hear the faint sounds of the kitchen sharpening their knives before the wisps of fresh firewood and smoke streamed into his tent.

Less than an hour later, the same orc that has brought him his food the past few days. Lacarac identified him as Razax from the camp chatter he picked up throughout the day.  Like before he had another huge bowl of stew and set it down while looking at Lacarac with excitement in his eyes, not quite a hunger but…. Something else.

It was an unnerving look and so off that it caused Lacarac to pause, even causing him to forget his growing hunger to stare back at the orc, with a guarded expression.

The orc still maintaining the expression looked on as if he was savoring the moment and said, “oh I can already see you’ll be a great use for the camp” with a chortle and a glint in his eyes before leaving Lacarac alone with his supper.

With that ominous comment sat with Lacarac as, with caution, the cat leaned over the bowl and sniffed the broth before his hunger forced him to dip his tongue in it.

Lacarac felt exhaustion descend on him after he lapped up the last lick of the stew. It arrived so quickly and was so powerful that he didn’t even have time to run through his spells and escape plans as he curled up on the pelt and slipped into a deep slumber.

The next day Lacarac woke up much later than he cared to ever admit to himself.  Judging from the bright sunlight he could see from outside it was almost noon. The proud sorcerer comprised himself, shaking his sleepy haze from his mind, stretching his aching body, and taking an inventory of his surroundings. Once all of that was in order he then performed his other morning ritual of running through the list of his known available spells for his eventual escape.

Lacarac cursed himself for oversleeping, missing his chance to do additional scouting of the camp before any of the orcs woke up. With the wasted opportunity, Lacarac decided to maintain a low profile as he kept an ear out for the general activities of the camp.

The day carried on as normal for the rest of the day until late in the afternoon where off the distance Lacarac’s ears picked up the sound of chanting well outside of the orc campground but were slowly getting louder and louder. Moments later Lacarac heard some of the orcs within the camp were answering the chant in reply. That caused a rippling effect through the camp, bringing it to the attention of more and more orcs who then started to join in the growing chant with stomping and rhythmic clapping.

Lacarac’s tail began to twitch nervously from side to side, worry growing at the same pace as the now frenzied chanting. Curiosity and the thought of the orcs bringing in another captured prisoner overcame his fear as Lacarac wiggled and wormed his way off the pelt and crawled on elbow and keens on the dirt floor as fast as he could towards the entrance without causing too much sound. Lacarac made it just time to see what the commotion was all about.

In the clearing, up ahead was the orc hunting party. The leader marched in front of half a dozen orcs and the orcs behind him were hosting the massive feral boar on their shoulder. The boar was the biggest the Lacarac has ever seen and the size of the beast alone warranted the collective strength of the six orcs.

Lacarac witnessed the labored step the orcs had to take to bring the boar through the gates with the back and muscles bulging, sweaty, and straining under the strain of the weight. Lacarac’s eyes took in every detail.

As the boar was brought in closer to the camp, Lacarac noticed that the boar was covered in heavy bristled fur matted with blood and decorated with embedded arrows and fresh wounds. Judging from the condition of some of the orcs, it did not go quietly.

Lacarac stared in amazement at the prized hog as it was brought directly to the mess hall while the cook started his work of preparing the animal

The commotion was so loud that it even garnered the attention of the chief who strode out of his tent, laid eyes on the massive prize. His gaze then moved over to the leader of the hunter party as the chief gave an approving nod of respect as the orcish word left his mouth. Lacarac knew enough orcish to understand the word, ‘feast’ but even if he did not, anyone could figure it out from the way the rest of the orcs erupted in renewed cheers as the cook started sharpening his knives. 

Lacarac looked on from the distance at all the strong orcs that started circling around the kitchen area as the mess hall workers began cutting up and preparing the boar for dinner. The cat looked on from across the camp his stomach growled tingled and he licked his lip at all that meat.

The night’s preparations took hours as most of the mess hall area was cleared away to make room to make the firepit larger, and remove the black pot for a spit roast that needed to be custom made for boar. Kegs of beer were being rolled out from an unseen area, one was quickly tapped while the other kegs were stacked in a pyramid. The tables and benches were arranged by the fire and kegs as a detailed wooden throne was carefully carried from the chief’s tent and placed at the head of the circle.

Soon the boar was hoisted onto the spit roast and the sounds of sizzling meat and the scent of pork filled the air. The sights, sounds, and smells were making Lacarac’s mouth water as he saw the roasting the boar, watching the cook poke and prod the meat as he worked. Once he decided that he was done, the orc cook let loose a bellow declaring that the feast was ready.

Brew continued to pour as the orcs got in line, pushing and shoving as they muscled in to get their cut of the choice meats first. Forgetting about all pretense of cover, Lacarac stayed right by the entrance, eyes fixed on the feast. Wooden plates were soon piled high with pork as tankers were topped off. Lacarac barely stopped himself from drooling over himself as he watched the orcs rip and tear into the food.

Once every orc had their fill there was still plenty of pork on the boar for another few rounds by everyone. The chief looked over the content orcs, rubbing their full stomachs and basking in the warmth of the fire. After a while, he lifted his hand to get the attention of everyone and in a booming voice said something in orcish which Lacarac did not understand. Whatever the chief said, it got loud cheers and excited laughs from the camp. The cook began carving huge chunks from the remainder of the roasted boar and set them aside as the others grabbed handfuls and as they all turned around to face Lacarac. Terror and his own hunger paralyzed the cat as every part of his body yelled to run, his eyes stayed on the advancing orc and meat.

Lacarac’s breath quickened and his heart raced at the sight of the approaching orcs until, at the last moment, they veered to the right and brought their plates to the tent next to his, with discarded bones. Lacarac let loose a moan of dismay that was so loud that some part of him was sure that he was going to get caught.

More than a half dozen filed in and a moment later the rest of the orcs formed a line at the entrance, excitedly craning their heads past each other to see whatever was happening inside the tent. Much to Lacarac’s surprise, the line was much more professional and orderly than when they were trying to get their food yet still just as excited.

As Lacarac watched from the cover of his tent, he noticed that there was something else with the orcs as they waited this time around. Their eagerness and barely contained drunken rowdiness were electrifying. Lucky for the Lacarac, all the orcs were far too interested in whatever was ahead of them to pay any attention to his tent. 

All except one, Razax, who noticed something from the corner of his eye and turned to look directly at Lacarac’s tent. Razax smiled as a fiendish idea raced behind his eyes as he stepped out of line and went back towards the dining area.

A few minutes later Razax sauntered through the line, carrying a huge haunch of pork in his right hand, eyes directly on Lacarac. As he walked, Lacarac noted that the orc looked different as he was backlit by the bonfire, the sorcerer was torn between hunger and fear to move or hide. As Razax barged into the tent, Lacarac was able to gather enough wits to scoot back to prevent getting trampled.

The orc took a moment to take the bound sorcerer at his feet before saying “Oh did the little cat-thing feeling left out of the feast?” as he was waving the haunch of meat in front of the cat. 

Any damaged pride sustained from the snide remark was ignored by Lacarac’s mounting hunger and excitement. He right himself up again while his eyes remained locked on the meat. It took Lacarc by surprise that his head was nodding, only realizing that he did it after he answered the orc.

Razax laughed in response. “You know what the humans say, ‘the easiest way to get to a man is through his stomach’”. 

The words meant nothing to Lacarac as his eyes kept fixated on the pork as he let loose the tiniest moan.  Razax picked up on that immediately, “oh… looks like the cat-thing is needy. Does kitty want his dinner?” cooing in a mocking tone.

Lacarac heard a louder moan leave his lips in response.

“Well if cat-thing wants his meal, he will need to earn it,” as Razax’s left hand reached down pulling aside his loincloth to reveal his cock.

The moment it was revealed Lacarac’s attention soon became equally split between the pork in Razax’s upheld right hand and the orc’s cock which was being rubbed awake by his other hand.

Lacarac has never seen an orc’s cock before and never this close. It was thick, thicker than it has any right to be and it was the same shade of green as the rest of Razax’s, with veins that Lacarac could practically hear the blood rushing as it grew to be even more erect. Overall the most overwhelming part of it was the musk. The scent of the orc’s hard earned sweat flooded out from his groin and mixed with the cooked pork to create an intoxicating aroma.

Lacarac’s heart started pounding at the sight of it as each hurried and excited caused only caused the stunned sorcerer to take in more of the scent, pushing him closer and closer towards frenzy with each passing second 

“Well cat-thing, don’t just stand there dig in. Be warned, if you take too long…I might just have to eat this pork before it cools down”

Those words ignited a fire inside of Lacarac’s body. Before his brain could even have time to comprehend what was happening as his body propelled himself forward onto the groin, mouth open, tongue out. The moment Lacarac’s face made contact with the cock his mouth started worshiping every part of the massive green shaft.  This close-up to the cock, the scent of the orc was now overwhelming and caused the cat’s primal instincts to take over, pushing all rational thoughts to the side.

In the heat of the moment, Lacarac almost toppled over from the unbalance from his initial lunge. Inching his body closer to the orc, he fully buried his face into the orc, causing his face to be dampened with sweat as his tongue carried on slurping up every square inch it could reach. With his tongue running up and down Razax’s shaft, Lacarac could feel the orc’s heart race increase as the thick cock continued to become more and more erect. Lacarac’s hurried breath and moaning filled his ears as he felt, more than heard, the Razax laughing at the sight below him.

“Look at the proud cat-thing! Strong adventure and slayer of orcs now glued to my cock.”

Lacarac chose not to pay any attention to what the orc was saying.  He was too busy straining against the rope that bound his wrists, mentally cursing that they were stopping him from freely exploring every vein of the cock with his own fingers.

The cock worship carried on with Lacarac staying glued to the spot until the Razax’s hand pushed him away with some noted effort.  When Lacarac has pushed away he stumbled back and let out an undignified whimper of protest.

The orc just smirked at the bound cat’s response as he rubbed his cock with his free hand and spoke, “cat-thing has definitely proven that he’s hungry enough to dive in for the last… but let’s see if he can take the whole thing” as he rubbed his cock to be fully erect and then pointed to right at Lacarac still opened maw.

As Lacarac saw the slab of orc meat staring straight at his mouth, fear and rationality finally wrestled a coherent thought past his lust fueled mind and he hesitated for a moment.

Reading the expression on Lacarac’s face, Razax teased, “What’s wrong? Too scared to go head to head?” the smallest whine escaped from Lacarac’s lips.

“Well you better hurry up,” he said as he bit onto the chunk of pork, “you’re dinner’s getting cold.”

Lacarac watched on in horror, realizing what was at stake as he watched and heard the orc loudly chewing away on his meal. That act of maliciousness rekindled the roaring hunger inside of him as he opened his mouth, leaned in, and wrapped his lips around the head of the orc’s cock. From the first kiss what felt like electricity sparked from his lips, ran to the back of his mouth, down the spine, and carried down to the pit of his stomach.

From there Lacarac willed himself to open his jaw wider and wider as he used his bound hands and legs to crawl closer to the orc. Once the head of the cock was past his lips, Lacarac let out a loud moan as his eyes widened and rolled back into his head. Despite the feeling of bliss he still pushed forward. With the head of the cock now in his mouth Lacarac forced his tongue to swirl around it freely to take in every dimension and aspect of the beautiful cock that was inside of him

With that unleashed pleasure and excitement, it fueled Lacarac to continue to be ambitious with his mouth and keep pushing himself to take more and more of the shaft. His gag reflex seemed to have been completely suppressed by his burning hunger and lust.

At the three quarters point his body urgently signaled to Lacarac that his mouth took all that it could and through watering eyes Lacarac finally realized that his jaw and throat were pushed to the breaking limit. Lacarac let out a frustrated protest as his lust and determination continued to grow.

With no way to physically take any more Lacarac was forced to sit on his own haunches and forced to bob his neck to the pleasure of the amount he already had in his mouth. As he got into a comfortable position he finally brought his bounded hands up to feel the two hanging nuts that were swaying back and forth with every head bob.

Lacarac let out a muffled moan of pleasure when his fingers lightly grasped the orc’s balls, they were big enough that one could comfortably fit in each of his hands. After taking a moment to marvel at the weight and each one, the hungry cat began the process of massaging them as he carried out with his blowjob.

That must have struck a chord with Razax because Lacarac felt the orc’s muscled body spasm as he let out an impressive groan as his knees buckled just a fraction of a degree as he said with a chuckle in his voice. “Oh that’s one thing I like about you cat-things, your fuzzy paws always feel amazing on my junk”

With that cue, Lacarac’s lust burned brighter as he redoubled his efforts with his hands, groping, massaging, and fondlings Razax’s balls. The cat’s hands then moved further back, running along the orc’s taint but was ultimately impeded since his bound hands could not reach the ass as it squeezed through the green thighs. Reluctantly he brought his paws back up towards the remainder of the exposed shaft and covered the rest as the hand job, between wrists. 

With that combination blowjob and handjob, Razax’s stoic image finally broke down as gasps of air got caught in his throat. The strong image of the orc captor continued to deteriorate into spasms and hurried breaths. Lacarac continued his desperate act with his hands and mouth until he felt the orc’s left huge hand clamped onto the back of his head, securing in that spot. 

The orc only had enough time to grunt out “Here’s your dinner, cat-thing.” as he thrust his hips even deeper into Lacarac’s open mouth.

Lacarac felt the orc’s load rocketing from his own hands at the exposed base of the Razax’s cock and all the way down his throat. A load of cum rushed down his throat. With nothing else to do, Lacarac just started shallowing wave after wave of the load, as he felt the hot cum being poured into his stomach.

After a few mouthfuls later, a mistimed breath caused Lacarac’s mouth and nose to be filled up with cum as he started to cough and choke on the massive cock as the orc’s cum came splattering across his face with each sputter. Now that it was on his tongue, Lacarac was forced to admit that orc’s cum was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted.

Razax finally let go of Lacarac’s head, allowing him to fall onto his back. Once free Lacarac coughed some more as he laid there in an amazed and astonished daze as his body desperately tried to catch its breath.

A moment passed where the tent was filled with gasps and pants of both Razax and Lacarac. Then through a labored voice, the orc panted out “G-good cat-thing…. You’ll be a great bug yet…”

Lacarac craned his neck up, forcing himself to focus over his now distended stomach as he watched Razax stand up straight. The orc was quickly reminded of the haunch of pork that he was holding the haunch of pork “Here’s your promised reward cat-thing” he said as brought it down to messily wipe off the remaining spittle and cum from his cock onto the pork. Then, making sure that Lacarac was eagerly watching, Razax threw the pork a foot away from the cat’s head.

Pushing through the daze and restraints, Lacarac forced his body to roll over as he hurriedly crawled on his elbows and knees towards his dinner. Once he reached the meat he finally got a hold on the haunch Lacarac began to loudly chow down, tearing off pieces of greasy, cum covered meat with his own hands and mouth. Razax watched for a moment saying “good bug” before leaving Lacarac alone with his dinner.

Once Lacarac picked the haunch clean, and with a stomach full of pork and cum, the sorcerer crawled back to his sleeping pelt. Too tired and content to clean himself or run through the readily available spells from his memory, Lacarac drifted off into another deep sleep.

The next morning Lacarac woke up blurry eyed and sore all over. On top of the regular achiness of being bound in the orc camp, his jaw ached. Confusion stayed with Lacarac until he brushed the whiskers of his face and felt the damp grease and dried cum and all his memories of last night came flooding back into him.

Pangs of shame and astonishment streaked past Lacarac’s mind as he recounted every detail, as he did that his tongue absent-mindedly circled around the inside of his mouth repeating the motion it performed the night before. It was only after all of that when Lacarac finally noticed that his own loincloth was drenched with cum.

Before he could fully dwell enough for his guilt to set in, his stomach let out a loud growl that sent a pang of hunger to run up Lacarac’s body causing him to bring his bound arms to cover his still distended stomach. The hunger was so intense that Lacarac could only focus on food as the memories of the delicious meat came parading across his thoughts.

Lacarac’s ears perked up as he heard distinct footsteps start approaching his tent. He did not need to see who it was, but nonetheless the cat directed his eyes towards the entrance where Razax was standing armed with a cheeky grin and another chunk of pork in his hand.

Lacarac’s eyes instantly became fixated on the slab of meat as the orc closed the tent flap behind him and slowly strode towards Larcarac’s pelt. 

“I will say, cat-thing, you did a number on me last night. You completely drained me dry but today is a new day and so far no one else knows how far you’ve come along, which means I have you completely to myself… so let’s see if the cat-thing can earn his keep.” Razax concluded, tossing the hunk of leftover meat in one hand as he was already pulling his loincloth free with his other hand.

With the renewed hunger growling away, Lacarac eagerly pushed himself up to sit on the pelt and resumed the position that he took the night before, paws up and mouth overflowing with drool.

With a bit more vigor than Lacarac would care to admit, he started servicing the orc again. He ran his tongue up and down the green shaft, trying his best to position himself to lick the two hanging balls and Razax’s taint. After he felt satisfied with his job, Lacarac went back and tried to cram the orc’s thick shaft into his mouth as he brought his hands up to massage the remainder.

As he carried on the second time around, Lacarac noticed that he felt nothing outside of this moment. Every part of him was in the present and all of his focus was placed on worshiping and pleasing Razax’s cock. Soon enough Lacarac’s stomach and mouth were flooded with orc cum.

Like before Razax smeared the excess cum and spit it onto the food before tossing it next to Lacarac before leaving. Lacarac’s eagerness and hunger was immediately redirected towards breakfast. He didn’t care that it was cold as lacarac shoved his face into it, tearing out bits and eating until he was full, it still tasted delicious. 

Once alone Lacarac laid on the now damp pelt and was left alone with his thoughts and only his thoughts. Dazed at the fact that it happened again but he had to admit it was just as intense and wonderful as he remembered from the night before. He’s continued to replay both instances with Razax over and over in his mind for the next hour.

After he had his fill for reminiscing, Lacarac spent the remainder of the day actively listening to every audible sound and movement of the camp as members roamed around, meandered, and talked to each other. 

Lacarac could hear and distinguish between each orc as they carried on with their days. He was unable to focus on anything other than the sounds of the orcs, constantly imagining the size and shape of each orc’s chiseled body and only wondering if they were as hung as Razax. Being unable to think of anything else, the cat just laid there on his back as drool ran out of the corner of his mouth down his face.

And there he stayed, pinned to the pelt by his own fixation until midday when Lacarac heard the distinct sound of one particular footstep become louder in his ears and mind. Excitement overtook Lacarac as Razax barged into the tent, walking towards Lacarac with another handful of pork as his other hand was already reaching for his cock.

Seeing that familiar green orc approach caused a bolt of electricity to run through Lacrac as he rolled over and hefted himself back up into a sitting position. No words needed to be said, both of them knew exactly what needed to be done. It did not matter how long it took, Lacarac did not keep track, he knew what his job was and when it was done. Like all the other times, Lacarac was rewarded with a geyser of cum and the privacy to devour his lunch.

Following that Lacarac crashed back onto his pelt in peace. While his hands were occupied rubbing his smooth and distended stomach his mind blissfully wandered away.

The afternoon crawled by as Lacarac’s full stomach went from full, to content then falling back to growing hunger as his mind went back to only thinking about the next meal and the next time he could wrap his lips around Razax’s, or any other orc’s, cock.

He was thinking so much about his next meal, Lacarac almost did not notice that an orc pulled back the tent flap. All of his feline reflexes failed him as Lacarac rolled his head towards the visitor. Focusing, Lacarac could see that it was the robed orc, the one who captured him and brought him to this camp, peering in for his usual inspection.

The sight of any other orc in the tent caused Lacarac’s heart to race in his chest and his breath to quicken with the potential chance at surviving a new orc. Lacarac could only let out a low gurgle from the back of his throat as more spit flowed past his lips.

The robed orc’s eyes widened in astonishment for a fraction of a second before he rolled his eyes and muttered something orcish under his breath as he left, much to the vocal disappointment of Lacarac.

But a few minutes later Lacarac’s ears perked up as he heard the sound of not one, but two footsteps making their way towards his tent. Licking his lips Lacarac craned his neck towards the entrance, looking expectantly at the growing shadows from outside of his entrance. A moment later the robed orc returned with the chief falling in right behind him

At the sight of two of the Lacarac’s body went into overdrive. He tried to move his hands and feet to get under himself but forgot the nuance steps to complete it, while his eyes stayed locked on both of the orc’s bodies. His sight slowly crawled down from their head to their groins in a desperate attempt to search for any folds in the cloth or any impressions that would give Lacarac any clue on the size of their cocks.

Neither said anything for a moment as they watched the no longer white cat helpless flail around, whining in impotence. Once the chief saw enough he spoke to the robed one, “It looks like the spell worked… and that someone already used him.” he added with a loud sniff of the air. “But are you sure that it took hold?”

“Yes, chieftain,” the other orc replied. “He succumbed to it much faster than the others but rest assured that it took hold and just like at the rest, there’s no way for it to be reversed.”

One more look at Lacarac was enough for the chief as nodded and he said, “Unbind him”.

The robed orc walked over to the cat with a dagger in hand. With a quick swish, the ropes fell off of Lacarac’s wrists and ankles. The first thing that Lacaracs did was give thanks, as he threw himself down to the floor, kissing the orcs feet in appreciation.

Lacarac heard the chief scoff at the sight, followed by him saying, “Rise”.

That order reverberated deep inside of Lacarac as his body obeyed, pushing himself to finally stand upright and then move towards the chief. As he walked a distant part of Lacarac noticed that his body more heft to it.

“Come bug, we have to properly introduce you to the camp” as he held the tent flap bathing the cat in the harsh mid-afternoon light. Squinting and bringing up an odd arm to his face he staggered out of the tent. Blinking his eyes open he saw the full camp in its entirety and he saw all the orcs, who were milling around stop what they were doing, and stare directly at him.

The chief stepped out and placed his firm hands on Lacarac’s shoulder and bellowed out, “Brothers we have a new addition to the pen”

That got every orc’s attention as Lacarac saw many of them nudging each other in excitement and grins spread over their faces as they put down their things and made their way towards him and the chief.

The chief kept speaking, “This once cat-thing that slew our camps’ blood” as his hands directed Lacarac toward the tent next one over, barely avoiding the pile of bones. Lacarac had a strain to remember what the chief was talking about… it seemed so long ago

“And now he is here to repay that crime for the rest of his days, just like the others”.

With that Lacarac was pushed into the tent. It took a minute for him to keep his balance in as he was assaulted with the overwhelming scent. Once he was able to regain footing he looked around the tent. 

At the far end were four massive creatures sprawled across the floor, lounging and snoring as partially eaten meat and stacks of bowls scattered the floor. Some part of Lacarac’s brain told him that they were bugbears.

Bugbears were brutes, physically strong, and just as thick in the head. As Lacarac’s eyes scanned then he noticed that each of their distended guts were bare and had the same orcish symbols that were on his own stomach. But the most jarring thing was that each of the bugbear’s faces was a bit off, each had traits of another race particularly blended into it.

Some deep part of Lacarac connected the dots and, compelled to turn his body around and leave in doing so, he turned directly into the chief’s broad chest, and in that moment of alarm, Lacarac took a sudden breath through the nose. The chief’s musk cut through the rest of the smells in the tent casting the haze over Lacaracl’s mind as he savored the scent. 

Pressed up against the chief’s chest, he felt the orc’s toned and chiseled torso move as the chief laughed, “Oh, there’s no escaping it, bugbear. You’re ours now”

That comment made some of the orcs looking through the tent join in the laughter.

The sound of all the orcs’ voices, laughter, and excitement made bugbears in the tent begin to stir and slowly wake up from their slumber 

“Kneel” the orc commanded

Lacarac’s legs gave out as he dropped to his knees, his eyes now leveled at the chief’s groin. Hearing the chief’s order the other bugbears let out a chorus of grunts and groans in response.

The chief then pulled back his loincloth revealing his cock, “you know, I’m normally the one to christen new bugbears with the first orc seed but I always found that the more trained, practiced ones do the job better.”

As he spoke he taunted Lacarac by flopping his green trunk in front of his eagerly sniffing nose and drooling mouth. At the same time, Lacarac could hear the other bugbears slowly come crawling forward.

Just as he felt one of the others try to push him away from his spot, Lacarac heard,

“Show me what you got” 

With a hunger fueled by lust and jealousy he pushed the bugbears away with his hands and latched onto the green cock to begin the worship of his chieftain.

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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 alarm clock’s buzzing interrupted Wolf’s wonderful dream and ruined the potential of a beautiful lazy Saturday sleep in before it even had a chance to begin. As soon as the alarm from across the bed started beeping, it was silenced.  There was a sweet moment where Wolf thought that he could slip back into the same welcoming dream before the body next to him stirred and rolled out of bed. With a loud yawn, a stretch, and a groan, Echo headed to the bathroom to begin his typical morning routine.

Realizing that going back to sleep was going to be impossible, the blue wolf opened his eyes as he watched his lovely German Shepherd husband walk out of the bathroom, fully groomed, and go to check his phone as he began to pick out what he was going to wear. When the Sheppard saw that the blue wolf’s yellow eyes were fixed on him, he gave Wolf a teasing tail waggle. “Good morning sleepy butt,” Echo said with a smile. “Ready to greet the day?”

“No,” answered Wolf as he stretched in bed.

“Well tough.” The Echo replied as he pulled a shirt over his head. “Work called me in again and you… you got that job interview scheduled today.” “I know” groaned Wolf as he rolled in bed and felt a small pang of guilt after he said it.

Through no fault of his own, Wolf and Echo have been living completely on Echo’s salary as the merchandise organizer for high-end car dealerships and car expos. It’s been a good job and the two have never been too close to struggling on Echo’s sole income and it did leave Wolf with a lot of free time to do the cleaning and run errands for both of them. That was nice at first for Wolf but it slowly got boring just being by himself in the house day after day. It didn’t help that Echo was constantly asked to come in for overtime on Saturday to prepare for the upcoming car shows, expos, and conventions. While it did help with finances and outings when they had the time together. 

Recently the boredom and guilt came ahead and Wolf started to look around for a job even just to find something to do during the week. Not to mention the extra income would also alleviate the guilt of constantly dipping into Echo’s account when buying an occasional purchase or treat for himself.

Thankfully Echo was able to find Wolf an opportunity within his network, a simple driving gig to transport car parts from the warehouse to dealerships and gear head’s shops. It was not fancy but it got Wolf out of the house. From the sound of it, the job was pretty much in the bag, Wolf just needed to land the interview that was scheduled later this morning.

Echo checked his watch, realized the time, then circled the bed to deliver a kiss to Wolf before he rushed out of the room with a bit too much pep for a Saturday morning work shift, leaving the blue wolf alone once again. 

Reaching a paw out to his bed stand, Wolf grabbed his phone and began his morning routine of cycling through his apps, recent videos, and headlines.

After another twenty minutes of lounging around, Wolf reluctantly decided to get out of bed and truly start his day. After a long, lazy warm shower, Wolf toweled and styled his fur before he trolled to this closet.

Swinging the doors open, Wolf examined his wardrobe. A combination of leather and latex gear was mixed in with his normal clothes. It’s been a while since Wolf has to look professional that he had to shift through his t-shirts, jeans, and sweatpants before he could find the section of clothes that he used to wear at this old job. Once he found a button-up and pants that weren’t completely wrinkled he inspected himself in the mirror with pride as he smoothed out the outfit then grabbed his wallet and phone and headed out on his own.

After a quick drive, Wolf arrived at the meet up spot for the interview, a local coffee shop. After parking Wolf stepped out of his car and made his way inside to place his favorite order; a tall cup of golden blend with cream and brown sugar. With coffee in hand, he made his way back outside to take a seat at a metal table and waited.

Wolf removed the lid from his coffee and took a deep sniff, savoring the rich aroma before taking a tentative sip. After the light coffee spread across his tongue, the blue wolf let out a satisfied sigh as he looked out towards the busy city life, just watching as everyone else was bustling around, going shopping, running errands, going shopping, and catching up with friends. It was peaceful.

Wolf was so caught up in the moment, he didn’t even notice that someone was standing behind him until they were right up next to him and asked, “Are you the wolf, Wolf?”

Wolf could only let out the initial sound of a ‘yes’ as he began to turn around before darkness covered his vision. A split second later Wolf’s brain recognized that the thing that blocked his vision was a thick cloth bag followed by the sensation of a thick arm wrap across his chest, pinning his own arms to his chest, as his chair was quickly pulled out from under him.

In a fraction of a second, he was lifted and single-handedly turned in the air and rested on the stranger’s huge shoulders. Once Wolf was situated, he felt the lumbered sway of motion as Wolf started to get carried away at a quick pace.

Heart racing in fear and bewilderment, Wolf started to let out a cry but a quick yank of a 

a drawstring quickly pulled the hole of the bag tight around the wolf’s neck. Not enough to strangle but just enough to interrupt that potential cry into an impotent yelp.

Wolf heard the curious questions and concerned comments of onlookers but the tall stranger just carried on his march uninterrupted. After a few more strides, Wolf heard the distinct sound of a sliding van door just before he was lobbed inside sideways.

Wolf landed on his shoulder as he collided with the floor of the van. Before he could react, Wolf felt a pair of small hands grope his arms, forcing them behind his back. Moments later, he heard the sound of a plastic zipper as his wrists were pressed together with a zip tie. As he struggled against his hand restaurants, the pair of hands skittered down his back to do the same thing with his ankles. 

The van creaked and tilted as his kidnapper grunted and stepped into the van, slamming the door shut and blocking the sound of the concerned and worried crowd. “We got him, cheese it!” was the only thing he said as the van started to speed away.

Blinded and bound, Wolf slid across the empty floor crashing against the van’s walls or the set of legs of his kidnappers as the vehicle took a series of harsh turns. After a disorientating amount of time and untold miles, Wolf finally felt the van slow down, taking another set of trunks before decelerating to a full stop.

The van doors slid open as the vehicle rocked again and the sound of boots landing on cement sounded off. The smaller set of hands that bound Wolf poked at the blue wolf, coaxing him to sit up then prodding him to move closer to what the Wolf assumed was the van’s open door.

As he slowly, awkwardly, and blindly made his way towards where he assumed they wanted him to go. Wolf felt the set of huge arms wrapped around his chest as he was holstered up and flipped over his kidnapper’s broad shoulders again, head dangling next to the shoulder blade. Once situated the kidnapper turned around and moved out in a smooth stride, as the wolf jostled along.

He heard his carrier say in a gruff voice, “Get the door” as a pair of feet lightly skittered on the ground past Wolf with a “Right on, Boss” as the sound of creaking metal echoed around. The cloth mask made it impossible for light to come through but from the sounds and smells, Wolf guessed he was somewhere in the warehouse district.

As the kidnapper carried the wolf inside he noticed a sudden change in the air, as cool conditioned air blasted from. From there, it was a short walk down some hallways until another door was commanded to be opened before Wolf eventually tossed back to the floor in a similar manner. The kidnapper commanded, “Get him nice and ready, I’m going to change” as the two sets of feet scampered into the room replying with identical, “Yes boss.”

Four hands descended upon the wolf grabbing his clothes and shoes. His shoes and socks were quickly removed as the sound of a knife ripping through cloth led to Wolf being separated from his shirt, pants, and underwear, leaving him completely naked. Stunned by the sudden undressing and the sensation of the cold floor pressed against his fur, Wolf let out a shiver as he began to curl his body up into the fetal position.

Mocking laughs came from the two assistants. “Oh don’t do that”

“Oh no, don’t do that, he’ll like it too much if he sees you in that position…. No no no.”

With that cryptic taunt, Wolf tried his best to straighten out his limbs and do his best to position his bound body to not look as pathetic as he felt. Agonizing minutes crept by before the wolf heard the sound of the door opening up once again. “Remove the bag.” the kidnapper said in a much heavier voice. The two sets of hands steadied Wolf’s shoulders and then yanked the black-out bag off of his head. 

Harsh light crashed onto his eyes as his sight was restored. Wolf blinked and winced as he adjusted to the new environment. Shaking his head free as he blinked into focus Wolf started to make out the size and shape of the furniture. It looked like he was in a scientific laboratory mixed with a sex dungeon.

Everything was basked in fluorescent light that reflected off of the white spotless tiles. In the middle of the room, across from Wolf, was a large and sturdy patient examination table that was modified with a black latex cushion on top. Beyond that was a mirror that ran the entire length of the wall, to the far end of the room was a heavy matching black leather sofa.

While Wolf was scanning the room, he realized that he was standing between two ferrets. One of them was holding the recently pulled off blackout mask, a knife, and Wolf’s torn clothes while the other was holding his socks and shoes. Both ferrets dress in black pants, shirts, and beanies and both were wearing the identical knowing sneer as they looked down at Wolf.

Then there was the figure standing at the entrance of the room. As Wolf’s eyes made the slow ascend from the boots up the legs, Wolf knew he was his kidnapper. Standing in front of the door was a big burly warthog blocking the entire door frame.

The warthog was wearing a full rubber set. On his feet were heavy duty Rubber boots, his legs were covered with shiny PVC chaps that were obscured by a dull rubber apron that hung by the pig’s thighs and covered his potbelly and torso. The only things on his arms were industrial grade black rubber gloves that covered his hands all the way up to his elbows. The hog’s face, neck, and biceps were covered in muted grey bristles, in between his lips and tusks he chewed a cigar.

As Wolf made his way up the kidnapper’s body, he made eye contact with the boar that was responsible for all of this. The warthog had a rugged face and was currently wearing the expression of someone who was not only in full control of what was happening but he was in his element. The moment Wolf locked eyes with his, the warthog’s face contorted into a sneer as he spoke, “Hope the trip was comfortable for you, pup.” as the two ferrets snickered in response to the comment. “Allow me to introduce myself,” continued the Hog, completely ignoring his accomplices.

“I am the Boss Hog. This is my domain and as long as you are under my roof, your ass is mine.” He chewed on his cigar for a moment, looking his prey up and down before adding, “And that is an absolute fact.” Wolf just laid on the ground, staring at the warthog and he processed everything that was happening. “Cut the lil’ wolf free.” the hog barked at the ferrets.

“Right on it, boss” as the ferrets retrieved their knives and quickly started to see through the plastic bindings. The moment after the zip tie snapped the warthog made two powerful strides and reached down to grab the wolf by the scruff of his neck. In one powerful motion, the hog lifted the blue wolf from the floor and hoisted his belly first onto the table, then spun him around to lay him long wards on the slab, facing the sofa. 

“Now help secure my guest right there,” grunted the Boss as the ferrets rushed around, grabbing each arm and leg and forcefully easing them down towards the table’s legs, latching them to there with metal handcuffs.

When it was done, Wolf was bound, naked and limbs spread on the table. “What a fantastic view” mewed the hog as he moved his thick hand from Wolf’s neck, running his gloved palm through the blue fur on his back before ending it with a grope of Wolf’s ass, giving it a full squeeze then a slap. Wolf saw from the corner of his eye, from the reflection in the mirror, that the warthog was looking at his ass with nothing less than desirable, but the thing beyond the warthog caused the wolf a true start.

Behind the Warthog, just above where he was dropped off, was a white wall shelf that was lined with rows and rows of dildos. A spectrum of colors and shapes filled the shelves, each having its only spot. The only order to the collection was that starting at the bottom, and moving left to right, the toys increased in size. At the top of the shelves, all by itself, was a truly massive flared horse cock laying down on its side like a prized shotgun. 

The Hog lifted his hand bringing his finger up to his lip. “Let’s see what we have to work with,” the hog said, more to himself than anyone else in the room, as he brought both hands down to grab both cheeks and spread them fully apart.

“Well well well.’ Mused the warthog, pulling his hand away. “I certainly have my work cut out for myself. Don’t I? Especially since I have BIG expectations for you,” he said as his hands squeaked as he made it into a fist. “This is going to take a lot of work and effort. Fellas…. fetch me the tub.” With nothing more than a nod, the ferrets dashed out of the room, returning a moment later with a rolling cart and a 5-gallon jug sitting on top. The jug was plastic and completely clear, full of a thick liquid. Perched on top of the jug was a screw-on lid with a hand pump. The ferrets wheeled it to the boss’s right hand side, right at waist height. The boar chuckled at the jug as he placed one massive hand over the entire lid with a flex of this finger he popped off the lid, causing the contents in the jug to jiggle.

The hog was just about to place his outstretched finger into the contents before pulling it away at the last second, “oh my… my eagerness got the better of me, how could I forget, we need to prepare the little pup before we start.” He reached out in the lower layer of the table and pulled something out. Wolf couldn’t see what it was from his peripheral vision but he heard an unsticking sound that soon dissolved into rustling with a slight squeaking as whatever it was began to unfold. 

Wolf felt the warthog’s hand tighten as the base of his tail, as it was then lifted his entire hindquarters off the table as the pig slid something underneath Wolf’s waist. As he was lowered back down, Wolf felt his ground make contact with the cold yet unmistakable touch of PVC. The warthog then ducked underneath to fetch something else. Despite not wanting to admit it, Wolf’s cock began to stiffen as it was exposed to the plastic. 

The warthog stood back up and began to fiddle and unfold something else, this time Wolf picked out the unmistakable sound of crinkling. Once again the wolf was lifted by his tail as another object was slid underneath. When the Hog lowered him down the wolf felt the sensation of soft fake cotton fabric this time.

“There we go,” grunted the warthog, “now we have something in place to catch everything…well most of everything” he chuckles as he finally scooped two fingers into the jug and meticulously spread it around the length of his thick fingers with his thumb, making his gloves shine even more.

“Get ready pup. You’re going to stay right here in this room until I’m done.” The boar made heavy steps towards the selves of dildos, still spreading the lube around his fingers as he pursued his inventory. The boar picked up one of the smaller models with his dry gloved hand as he walked back to the table. “And looking at that tight hole that he has…” the pig said as he returned to his position, “… it looks like we have a long time ahead of us.” as he hawked a wad of spit right above Wolf’s exposed ass hole. The rubber dom waited a moment of suspense as the spit moved down the wolf’s taint. Waiting for it to get just to the edge of the hole before thrusting his lubed index finger straight into the wolf.

The gloved finger met with some resistance at Wolf’s asshole but between the lube and constant pressure it slowly eased open to accept the thick finger all the way to the knuckle. Wolf had to stifle a shudder as it happened, once fully in the hog snorted as he rotated his finger back and forth and then wiggled his finger, tickling the pinned Wolf’s prostate and sending silvers running up the blue wolf’s back.

“There we go… nice and easy” the warthog commented as he started moving the finger in and out “Look at you, you’re no stranger to this, aren’t you?…You kinky fuck.” as he pushed his finger all the way back in and then rhythmically tapped the inside. “Now, let’s see how well you can handle twice the amount.” As the warthog removed his index finger, crossed it with his middle finger, and drilled his finger back into the wolf’s hole. The additional digit caused Wolf to involuntarily shudder as the dom repeated the same motion, inside of his captured prey.

After toying and stretching out the inside of the wolf the hog slowly pulled out his fingers as he stated, “Now that we are all warmed up, let’s move on to my tools of the trade. No doubt you will be able to take this toy.” As the wolf saw from the mirrored reflections, the big pig reached for the toy standing right next to the jug of lube. At a glance, it was a bright purple dog dildo and Wolf guessed it was only slightly smaller than his own cock, but it was dwarfed in the huge rubbered hand of the dominating pig. 

Realizing that his ferret henchmen were still in the room, watching on with fevered intent, he turned his head towards them and simply, “I’m guessing This is going to take a long while. Give our guest some privacy, won’t you?” 

With slightly disheartened looks, the ferrets bowed their heads and left the room. Turning his full attention back to the prey at hand the Hog said, “Now before we can have our fun, I have to make sure my tool is properly lubed for my lil’ ‘guest’ here”.

As the wolf heard the dom plunge the entire shaft of the purple dildo into the tub of lube. He could hear the thick drops of lube splatter onto the ground as the Hog Boss swung the dildo a short distance from the stand holding the jug to the table that was restraining Wolf. The warthog played for a moment with the wolf’s ass, using the silicon dong to paint the excess lube up and down the crevice of the wolf’s cheeks. Wolf felt globs of the cold lube run down his taint collect and cling to his little blue balls before dropping onto the crisp diaper pad underneath. After having his fun, Wolf felt the warthog line up the tip of the dildo up against his asshole and then lean into it. Like before, there was a moment of hesitation before the asshole gave way just like before.

Though the dom’s expert maneuvering and rotating the wolf soon felt the base of the dildo up against his ass. Following that there came a moment of steady motion with that toy, making sure it could easily slide down the entrance with no issues. Just as the wolf was getting settled and used to the sensation of the silicone cock going all the way, the warthog all of a sudden pulled the dildo out of the wolf’s hole with, “It seems that our pup of the day can take this no problem,” as the warthog used the dildo to toy with the entrance of the hole before dropping it to the floor with a loud wet flop. “I reckon it’s time for an upgrade”.

The warthog stepped away from the table and approached the shelf of dildos again. The warthog paused for a moment, letting out a contemplated murmur before making his way back to his prey, followed by the sound of a dildo being quickly submerged, then retrieved from the jug of lube. Wolf then felt the sensation of a wet silicon tip being pressed against his hole; he didn’t have to see it to know that it was a larger model. He felt it just before it was pushed through. Wolf could only grit his teeth as his hole was slowly stretched out with this new toy.

That then became the routine. The warthog would use the toy at hand to stretch out the wolf’s hole bit by bit at a slow and steady pace by forcing the dildo deeper and deeper into the wolf’s rear. Pushing through the moans and twitches of his blue furred captive until the entire shaft was inserted. Following that the merciless warthog would then start rhythmically fucking the wolf, to ensure that the wolf could consistently take the entire thing. Just before the wolf’s body could get used to it and start to recognize the experience as enjoyable, the hog pulled the toy out, dropped it on the floor, and went back to the shelf to fetch a bigger toy for its replacement.

With every new toy, the dom would completely submerge it into the lube before he used it on the wolf. As the warthog continued he became more and more reckless with wiping off the lube from the dildo opting for Wolf’s ass, and diaper pad below him, to stay drenched in lube. The cycle repeated over and over with dildo after dildo. 

Even with the excess lube and warm up, each new toy picked by the warthog proved to be a challenge to accept. Wolf soon lost count of what toy was used, or even what number he was on. It was just an endless moment of his ass being pushed to the limit over and over again. There was no clock in the room so Wolf had no idea how long he had been subjected to the warthog’s practice nor how long it had been since he was kidnapped. Just as Wolf was beginning to contemplate the fact, he heard the warthog let loose a deep satisfied chuckle as he pulled out the current dildo, and gave Wolf’s sore ass a spank. “You’ve been doing well and with that recent toy, you officially graduated to the ‘Big Leagues’.” The hog said as he stepped back from the table. There was a sound of rustling rubber followed by a loud “thump” on the floor. From the corner of his eyes with help from the mirror, Wolf saw what happened and what was going to happen next. 

The warthog took off his apron, revealing that underneath he was only wearing a black harness across his pecs. His thick arms past his elbow and muscle gut were bare as his hands were currently fondling his own dick. On his groin above the cock and below his gut was the tattooed phrase, “On the rocks” in a heavy black country font.

The moment Wolf saw it his eyes widened and his heart began to race. The warthog’s cock was as massive as the rest of him, impressively long and just as thick. It was one of the biggest cocks Wolf had ever seen, certainly bigger than anything he took before. The thing that caught Wolf’s eyes was the glint that reflected off of the hog’s cock from the overhead fluorescent lights. Lining the underbelly of the erect cock was a series of Jacob Ladder barbells and a thick Prince Albert ring at the head of the cock. The warthog was bouncing the cock in his hand as he approached, “You’ve had plenty of time with the imitation dicks, but you’re ready for the real meat?”

He sauntered right up to the table. The warthog lined up the head of the cock against the gaping hole, after a moment of grinding up and down the lubed cheeks, he commented “the little pup is so wet that I don’t need any additional lube…. Let’s see if he can take it all in one go” as he leaned into the table. The cock just slid in with one simple and smooth motion.

The warthog filled up the wolf immediately, pushing not only inwards but outwards as the thick cock took up the empty space. Wolf’s ass met the hog’s groin as he felt the weight of the pig’s gut get dropped on his lower back.

A weak moan escaped from Wolf’s maw as not only the heat of the real thing radiated inside of him but the multiple ridges and bumps of the metal piercings against his prostate sent his senses into overdrive. The moan was immediately picked up by the warthog dom as he replied between grunts, “Don’t try to stifle the moans lil’ pup. Embrace that bitch nature that you have when you meet a true man’s cock” as he started thrusting away against the table. As Wolf shuddered and let out a whimper, the Hog just replied with, “I’m just getting started” as the huge warthog started to double the pace. 

Wolf soon got swept away with the flood of sensations. Each powerful thrust shook the table and sent a wave of pleasure coursing deeper into the wolf as he felt the cock get buried deeper into him. The pounding also forced Wolf’s groin to grind his own dick against the drenched diaper pad. The wolf was now at the total whims of the warthog as he carried on with fucking him raw.

With the last bit of resilience leaving him, Wolf fully broke down, lobbed his tongue to the side, and started moaning in pleasure as the warthog’s cock pushed Wolf to the edge of pleasure and kept there with every steady thrust. Soon the room was filled with the combination of slapping, grunts, moans, and the sloshing of lube. 

After a subjective eon of constant bliss, the warthog’s motions began to change. His breath became more rapid and his thrusts became more frenzied. The change of pace and the knowledge of what was coming next pushed Wolf over the edge. He closed his eyes and let out a defeated howl as the warthog pressed his groin deep into his ass, sending waves and eaves of hot cum into the wolf at the exact same moment Wolf orgasmed right onto the lube soaked diaper pad.

With all his strength and energy leaving him the panting wolf just laid flat against the table as he just experienced the warthog slowly pulling his dick out with a wet ‘pop’ and wiping his cock against the wolf’s cheeks.

“I must admit,” the warthog said, sounding a bit winded, “I haven’t had a hole that milked me like that in a long while…. Bravo lil’ pup.” It almost sounded like this was going to be the end of this masochistic adventure until he continued with “But I have a mission and I never walked away from a mission.” as the warthog took a steadying step towards the shelf. 

With a bit less vigor than before, the warthog grabbed the next dildo, walked back to the table, submerged it in the tub of lube to begin the cycle yet again. Too drained and exhausted from the experience, all Wolf could do was let out a defeated whimper as his ass involuntarily twitched as the warthog approached, too tired to protest or enjoy what was coming. The dildo training resumed again, stretching and working the wolf’s hole to take more and more of the silicon but this time. This time there was a noticeable decrease in the warthog energy as he carried his work, with more labored pushes at a slower and steadier pace.

Soon after a half dozen other dildos, the warthog began to regain his vigor as he got back into the swing of things. With the energy and enjoyment returning as he said with a smile in his voice “I think the pup is ready for ‘me’ again” he dropped the slippery toy onto the growing pile of dildos. As the warthog rubbed his gloves together, making a slippery wet sound. 

Before the spent wolf could begin to piece together what the hog meant he heard the loud squishing sound as the warthog plunged his hand into the bottom of the jar of lube. He brought it back up, pausing for a moment allowing the excess slime to drip off of him, back into the container. 

Once enough of the runoff fell off, the warthog brought the sopping wet glove over towards the wolf. The hog ran his thumb up the length of the taint, scooping up the combination of lube and pig cum to push it back into the wolf’s stretched hole, easily sliding his thumb in right to the knuckle. After flexing and wiggling his thumb, the warthog pulled it out only to replace it with his fingers. The sensation of those long thick crossed fingers replaced the space as they slid in with just as much more ease and comfort than before.

At that the wolf let out a deep sigh, almost enjoying the break from the torment until after a few smooth thrusts the warthog said, “Oh look at you, taking three fingers like a pro…why I remembered when I had to pry you open to just take two of my piggies.” 

That off-handed comment caused Wolf’s whole body to react with a start as his mind raced away, ‘Three fingers!? what is that right? No, it can’t be he must be lying’. As if the warthog was reading the wolf’s mind he wiggled his fingers inside of him, letting all three digits stretch out against the wolf’s lining, putting that concern to rest and leaving the wolf to contemplate exactly how much ‘progress’ was done back there from this as the warthog pulled his hand away.

“I’m impressed pup,” chuckled the warthog, “Let’s see if you’re good enough to jump from three to five.” as the pig dragged all five fingers across Wolf’s ass, forming a single form at the entrance and pushed his entire hand inside. All five fingers slid with little to no resistance. 

There was a slight stop as Wolf felt the warthog’s knuckles meet the entrance of his worn hole. “Come on, pup take a few deep breaths before the push,” he said in a mocking tone. Too caught up in the moment and the daunting realization of what is coming next, the wolf’s body obeyed as it took a deep breath from his nose. On cue, the wolf felt the warthog pushed.

Pressure and sensation filled the wolf’s visions as his now well used hole slowly started to accept the unstoppable force of the hog’s hand. The pressure kept building more and more, higher and higher until there was a wet ‘pop’ as Wolf felt the warthog’s entire hand rush into him in a fraction of a moment. The entire sensation caught Wolf so off guard that the act pushed out a surprised gasp from Wolf’s throat. All that the warthog said was simply, “What a champ!”

The dom took a moment to let his hand just rest inside before he started to slowly twist his wrist, back and forth, back and forth. Shape and sensation inside of Wolf almost second to none, yet when  Wolf felt as the warthog’s huge knuckles moved and bounced his prostate up and down sent the wolf’s sex drive to full speed again. His heart began to speed up, his tail betrayed him with a wag as Wolf’s cock twitched back to life and soon started leaking precum on the fully overflowing diaper pad.

After a few more twists of the wrist, the warthog moved on to slowly opening his fist to the most he could then closing it into a fist. With each opening, he opened it a bit wider and kept it open a bit longer every time to the tortured sound and moan of the wolf as the wolf could only spasm and continue leaking pre to the ever growing puddle.

The room was just filled with the gasps and impotent moans from Wolf. It carried on and on as the warthog pushed the limit with every twist, every opening, and clenching of his fist.

Long after that, Wolf finally heard the warthog speak, “Look like the little pup is ready to blow again….. Doesn’t he want to?” he asked in a sing song voice. That simple question with that condescending tone was the final straw, the blue wolf finally broke down and let loose a near undecipherable series of begs and pleas, all stumbling out of his mouth just became an unintelligible mess of words as he shook his head in agreement.

Wolf felt the huge warthog lean on top of his back, pressing his hard muscle gut against him as the wolf felt the warthog’s breath on his ear as he whispered, “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear” as he reached down with his other hand to slowly run a finger up and down the underbelly of the wolf’s shaft. 

The warthog relaxed his hand and started the process to ease his gloved hand out of the hole. Wolf whimpered as the meaty finger finally was removed from his asshole and then proceeded to wipe the excess lube across Wolf’s cheeks before the hog went back to the shelves. Craning his head to the side he was able to see what the dom was reaching for.

It was the only dildo left on the wall, hanging up on the top shelf was the dreaded horse cock, that wolf’s previous thought was just some kinky art set piece. But as he watched the warthog easily wrap his huge hands around the toy. From what the Boss Hog put him through, Wolf knew now that he could easily take the length and width of that toy no problem. The warthog turned around, with a glint in his eye as he slowly walked across the room, back to the table, slapping the horse cock in his hand. 

The warthog got back into position, he still dunked the horse dildo into the jug but it barely covered most of it in the remains of the once filled five gallon tub. Lathering the rest of it with his hands, the warthog just said, “Let’s finish this” as he lined up the huge toy and prepared to ease it in.

Hardly any resistance was met from Wolf’s body with this last toy. The hole took all of the horsecock, the unforgettable sensation of filling up overtook Wolf as his prostate and entire body were stimulated to the limit. It didn’t take long until Wolf started panting and moaning like before. As the warthog placed constant headway inwards, this time he would pay attention to the dripping wet wolf cock, coaxing it along to keep it at full mast. The warthog was a master playing with Wolf’s cock, teasing and stroking it but pulling away just before Wolf could reach climax.

After agonizing bliss and ecstasy, Wolf felt the pace of the horse’s cock change, slowing down with more steady and deep pushes as the teasing of his cock increased more and more, resulting in Wolf’s whole body igniting in a wildfire of lust.

“Almost….” whispered the warthog as he kept going “Almost…” he repeated. Wolf was too far gone to care about what the dom was saying but somehow he knew this was all going to end soon. There was no doubt about that. 

“Almost…” whispered the warthog until Wolf felt it. The distinct feeling of two giant silicon horse balls pressed against his cheeks. “There we go!” exclaimed the pig as he grabbed the wolf’s cock and began seriously stroking it, “How does it feel taking a horse cock all the way to the balls?” 

Overwhelmed by sensations and the realization of that near impossible fact resulted in Wolf answering the question earnestly, “It feels amazing, Sir. It would ne-” as a shudder of pleasure interrupted his speech.

“Go on” teased the Hog, “as you were…’you would never’….” as he slowed the stroking of the blue wolf’s dick.

Wolf, picking up on what was needed to be done and continued “I never thought I could take this before…:” the wolf choked out. 

“Before?….” The warthog echoed as he started easing on the rhythm once again.

“Before I met you.” exclaimed the wolf between heavy pants.

“And what do we say to these people?” the warthog teased even more.

“Th-thank you sir!” shouted the wolf just as the warthog redoubled the speed of his handjob. The warthog aimed the cock straight down as the wolf orgasmed for the second time. The entire load landed square in the middle of the saturated diaper pad.

Gasping and panting, as exhaustion descended upon Wolf, he collapsed as the last bit of strength left him as his body fell on the table with an audible squelch. Mixed in with the exhaustion, Wolf felt a bit of pride as he started to slowly collect his senses enough to recognize what he just accomplished.

The warthog started easing the horsecock out while making a few comments to himself, “See, told you I could do it…. What a piece of work, one of my best. No doubt” as he started moving the mountain of used dildos off to the side of the room with his boot. “The table’s a complete mess” he muttered as he grabbed the edge of the PVC diaper lining as he tried to carefully envelop the wet mess around Wolf’s waist, having a moment of difficulty aligning the pushbuttons through the layer of lube.

As he kept talking to himself the warthog went back to the wolf and finally unlocked the handcuffs on his wrists and ankles. In one brief motion, the Hog rolled the exhausted wolf onto his broad shoulders as he lumbered toward the far end of the small room, then the dom finally went back to address him. 

“We still have some time before our benefactor cleans up and collects himself… Lucky for you I’m dog tired” Wolf could only hear the words enter his head as he lay there on his shoulder, exhausted. “So you’re still mine for a while,” he said as he eased the wolf’s body down on the floor, propped up against the sofa, head resting on the cushion. “I’m going to enjoy a nice sit.”

Wolf could only lay there with his head facing up on the sofa as his vision was obscured by an eclipsing hairy ass. A moment the entire thing enveloped him. The light was blacked out completely as the scent of freshly made musk barged into Wolf’s nostril and flooded his sinuses. The damp bristled hair kept applying more and more pressure against Wolf’s entire head as he heard the squeak of the rubber cushions around him, stopping just before the weight was too much to handle. The warthog then followed up with a wiggle of his ass against Wolf’s snout to get in a perfect position as he leaned back. Too spent to think, Wolf’s mouth and tongue went on autopilot as he started huffing and licking any part of the ass his tongue could reach.

Reducing all mental functions to the primal animal instincts, Wolf just gruffed and twitched his head to get any new area he hasn’t worshipped yet. Nothing else mattered anymore, Wolf’s only concern and thing to ever think about was the Boss Hog’s ass that was right in front of him.

Time carried on until Wolf heard the faint and muffled sound of a door opening. Wolf could feel the warthog shift his weight to sit upright as he also felt the hog say, “Oh there you are, Sir. Had your fun? Let me get him for you” as he rocked his body forwards to stand up. Light flooded Wolf’s vision as he experienced the huge warthog standing up and saw him to the side.  Taking a breath of fresh air, Wolf willed himself to slowly crane his neck up towards the doorway, his sweaty brow knitted as his eyes focused on Echo.

His husband was standing in the door frame, in the same clothes that he left earlier that day. Echo looked truly exhilarated, he had a giant smile on his face, with fresh afterglow radiation off of him. The German Shepherd made his way across the room to help Wolf in his efforts to stand up. As soon as Wolf was brought to his feet, Echol pulled him in for an embrace. “How was it, sweety? Did you enjoy it? I know how much you want to be dommed once in a while. I watched it all go down from the next room over, you did amazing!”

“Oh he was more than amazing, Sir,” added the Warthog, “He was one of the best playthings I have had the pleasure to work with within a long while. I was afraid I might have pushed him too far at some points but he took everything like a trooper.” The Warthog’s mannerism changed as soon as Echo entered, transforming from a harsh authoritarian brute to a warm and welcoming host. He helped Echo and Wolf with their first few steps before peeling away to grab a handful of towels from a drawer under the table to throw over the gigantic pile of lube that stood between the couple and the door. As they made it to the door the warthog called out to Echo, “You remember where the cleaning station I showed your earlier?” 

“Yup.” replied the German Shepherd as he guided Wolf to take a turn, going deeper into the building. Walking down the long hallway, lined with identical doors that they just emerged from, Wolf spotted the two ferrets hurrying by. Both were now decked out now in heavy duty cleaning gear while pushing a bright yellow plastic mopping kart that piled high with mops, rags, and cleaning chemicals.

Echo led Wolf to the end of the hallway as the brown German Shepherd pushed open a door and walked Wolf into a communal shower area. From there he eased his husband onto a plastic and metal shower chair and turned on the shower hose.  Echo waited until the water was perfectly warm before gently wetting Wolf, followed by lathering a washcloth before rubbing it against the wet blue fur. From there, Echo made sure to lather, scrub, rinse and rinse every inch and crevice of his lover’s body, allowing plenty of time for the shower spray to massage all of Wolf’s sore muscles.

Once the showering was done, Echo toweled off his husband and guided him down another hallway to a door that was locked with a number pad. Tilting his body away to block Wolf’s sight, he entered the passcode and was met with an affirmative beep as the door unlocked. 

Behind the locked door was a room that looked like it was ripped from a furniture store. The large room was scattered with soft chairs and sofas. Everything was basked in the soft warm light as ceiling windows cast down the sunrays of the late afternoon and gentle music quietly played. Off in the corner was a table  filled with tea, coffee, and snacks other refreshments

Wolf just stood there and blinked as he began to comprehend what he was looking at. A room that was hidden from the rest of the dungeon. ‘This must be a VIP room.’ Wolf thought to himself as he was walked inside 

Echo just wordlessly led Wolf to a sofa, allowing his husband to collapse on it before following him for a nice long cuddle session. As Wolf started to nod off in Echo’s arm he let out a quiet “Thank you for this. This was exactly what I needed” as he fell into a deep, well deserved sleep he heard his husband, already nestled deep in his neck, respond with “Just wait for what I signed up for you next time…”

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This story is dedicated to H.P Lovecraft. You were the father of Cosmic Horror that, years later, is still beyond our comprehension.

You were dead tired from the day’s adventures of hanging out with your friends during the double feature horror movie night and the crowded subway trip back to your small little city apartment. You barely had enough energy to undress before you flopped down onto your bed and began to drift away into a deep sleep.

You do not know how or what caused it but you found yourself dreaming in a void of darkness. You floated completely naked in that vast expanse of nothing. No matter where you looked or propelled your dream body, it was more of the same constant oppressive infinite vast void. After what seemed like hours of exploring the empty something stirred on the edge of your senses as you turned your head in that direction, your whole perspective shifted with a daunting realization.

The infinite black void was not absent at all it was filled with gargantuan ethereal monsters and creatures all stacked and folded upon of themselves in the most claustrophobic manner possible. 

Monsters and titans as tall as mountains and wider than cities. Eyes, mouths, teeth, tusks, and body parts of unimaginable size and dimensions merged to blot out whatever light there might have been in the void you were now residing in. All of them were silently moving in such bizarre and hypnotic constant motion.  As you looked craned your head around, frantically searching where one ended and the next began, you soon accepted that such a feat was nigh impossible.

With that impossibility, fear overwhelmed you as your body froze in place, petrified of losing an arm or your entire body in a quietly mashing maw. After a terrifying eternity that passed within those next few moments you concluded that, despite all improbability, none of these incomprehensible beasts was going to devour you. As you started to back away from the hysterical edge of sudden death you began to try to figure out what was happening.

No matter where you looked your vision was clouded by the constant movement and writhing of these vast creatures. Realizing that there was going to be no way to correctly identify or separate monster the from the overlaying forms of the dozen or so others in the same space was when the next realization struck you with such force that it almost caused you to go back into hysterics.

The hundreds and thousands of giants that all occupied the same space that you were in did not care about you. All the hoards of beasts and demons present, making irrational movements and motions, did not even acknowledge that you were there with them. Any one of them, no doubt, could easily swallow you whole or tear you asunder in an instant but chose not to do so. The same way a business chooses not to step on an ant on a sidewalk as he makes his way through the city. Yet with that working theory of why you were still alive, you remained determined to stay perfectly quiet, least to garner any attention to your weak floating dream body in the mass of monster.

Once the twisted comfort that you were not worth the mere involuntary act of destruction from these greater beasts was when something skitted across the skin of your right ankle. It was a long and thin cord, an invisible ghostly tentacle. It had the properties of part of a giant worm but the width of a jungle snake. 

As the unseen tendril only made the slightest touch on your ankle but the actions caused a burst of incomprehensible colores to explode across your body and clouded your vision. The color of a content afternoon clashed and mixed with hues of the sorrow of the last day of a previous life against the background color of pure delight. The indescribable colors overwhelmed you so much that, despite your best efforts, you let out a stifle of a laugh.

The moment that happened you clasped your hands over your mouth and brought your knees into a fetal position as the colores finished fading away from your memory. Shocked from the completely alien experience that blindsided your psyche you stayed frozen in fear praying that whatever grazed you goes on, uninterrupted and unbothered. A few tense moments later, it returned.

It made contact with your right foot and slowly begin to curl around it as it wrapped up your leg. The beast’s appendage was the same texture as before and provided the same psychedelic experience on yourself. An onslaught of unnatural and incredibly new colors splashed and crashed on your foot and moved up your leg with every new contact and exploration of the tendril.

The color of new blended with the shade of long-awaited victory, then that was suddenly interrupted by all the visual bouquet of the first pang of guilt. The experience set your brain a flame as you tried to process these experiences before just giving up as you let each new color experience after the other crashed and ran against your mind. 

You could barely comprehend it, but a deep part of you understood the beast’s movement and actions. In a glimpse of sanity and clarity, you understood what it truly felt like to be a stunned bird. Knocked from the air by an invisible glass shield, now lying on the gravel ground as children poked and prodded your feathered body with sticks. This creature was doing the same thing, as the tendril felt and slithering up your leg in an almost juvenile manner. With that new fear instilled into you, you willed yourself still. 

As it prodded and continue wrapping up your thigh it came in contact with the base of your cock. The sensation was too much to handle, just the lightest touch on your cock sent a wave of new colors racing with such intensity that within that moment your cock pushed past your fear of the surroundings and erupted in a powerful climax. You finally broke down soon after that, kicking your feet in spam, and let out an overwhelmed gasp. The second you regained control of your body, you froze in place as the invisible tendril remained motionless against your dream body.

As you stared where the unearthly appendage would be you felt the tip of it begin to tap again and inch up your shaft. The entire experience reignited as each millimeter snaked around sent another burst of ecstasy and mind-numbing euphoria crashing against your dick. With each new advance from the alien sent your dick through the stages of aroused, erect, teased, a full climax, to completely spent before starting back up at aroused again with every advancement.

The cycle continued like that, unbroken, sending you through countless orgasms that were just as impactful as the first. It carried on until it reached the head of your cock the tendril continued to advance and curl around your leg and cock until your shaft was covered up entirety and then continued to pulse in an arrhythmic fashion, which sped up the orgasm cycle to an unprecedented pace.

Any resolve that you had to remain quiet was completely eroded away as your body started to thrash and violently convulsed from the overwhelming force of it all. That was when you started to scream, moan and yell into the crowded void. In your madness, you began to beg and plead to God, which then dissolved into be begging the beast assaulting you for its name. In response the tentacle paused its action then the sound of two planets, submerged in an ocean of thick liquid, colliding filled your ears, followed by the sound of the vacuum of a black hole. Before it went back to its twisted work.

Your actions and expression must have been too much. Following that outburst, you felt three more tendrils make contact with your two hands and other foot. To your horror it was the same beast, the three other tentacles gave the same experience of unnatural surreal color explosions against the skin. The only difference now was that as the tentacles wrapped and advanced it also stretched and constrained the movement of your limbs as it inched towards your torso.

The restricted movements placed another dimension to the unearthly experience, now there was nowhere to move or spasm which caused your heart to race as your cock continued on the now neverending spinning between completely spent and ball draining climaxes.

The tentacle that started on your right hand and arm reached your shoulder, slowly wrapped around your neck, and then continued to explore your face until reaching your lips, just before prying itself inside. The instant the tendril touched your tongue your mouth was flooded with the taste of unobtainable aged wisdom distilled into a consistency that coaxed your mouth like thick honey.

The tentacle on your left leg advanced upwards spreading indescribable colors against your flesh as it crawled until it reached your waist and slowly wrapped around your upper thigh. The tentacle that wrapped around your right hand and slithered past your shoulder and began to wrap around your torso. Once it covered your chest, it brushed against your tailbone, which caused your body to convolute in another violent spasm. Through that involuntary human reaction or because of its own unnatural knowledge the tentacle paused for just an instance before moving downwards. Being fully restrained and prone all you could do is brace yourself as the thin tendril creep down, parting your cheeks and slithering inside.

Alien contact with your insides caused eldritch electricity to run through your entire body. That jolt sent the neverending motion of your dick into overdrive. It was now cycling so fast that you no longer could identify or register when you were climaxing or completely spent. It just merged and blended into a quantum state of both happening at the same time.

Now plugged and gagged, you tried to thrash against your fleshy restraints, which were hard as steel, as you tried do not to drown in a rapid whirlpool of unregistered bliss and exhaustion. With nothing else to lose, you threw away your logic as you now purposefully chose to cause a ruckus in pure pleasure, moaning, rattling against the restraints, no longer caring who or what witnessed this event.

Just as you have begun to start to piece your mind back together from within the torrent you felt each ridge on all four tentacles begin to grow buds. All at once each of the four tentacles sprouted miniature tendrils and begin to seep into your dream body. You felt each and everyone as it they phased deeper and deeper into you, penetrating its strange color and sensation into your muscles and bones. 

The sprouted tendrils were just as long as the main tentacles and seemed to follow no rhyme or reason to how they operate nor how they explored your body’s inner workings with microscopically intricate prodding as they filled your insides completely.

You felt the lining of your ass begin to expand as the additional tendrils felt and then phased into the linings of your body, pushing to explore your intestines. Your mouth was full with a nest of miniature tendrils, that wiggled into your tongue, down your throat, and into your esophagus and even working through the roof of your mouth and into your brain.

This new depth of unholy pleasure was too much as you felt the sprouted tendrils curl, wrap, and secure around the core of your body.  Then the tendrils begin to pull you apart. The stretching, the comprehension, and the sensation alone caused the complete unraveling of your body, mind, and soul.

Through the power of this abomination, you felt your mind and senses stretch and spread through the void of dreams and across the cosmos, while never tearing to pieces. You felt your awareness stretch through the confines of your bedroom, apartment, and then your entire blue planet in a blink of an eye. Then you were being spread across the emptiness of space. 

You were aware of every aspect of your apartment that your real body was sleeping in as another part of you was recognizing that you were quickly approaching, and then passing, the red planet of Mars. Your conscience started bobbing and weaving throughout the asteroid belt, barely comprehending that you grazed past the rings of Jupiter before sailing beyond the very edge of the solar system.

Speeding faster and faster traveling the distance of lightyears in moments you witnessed no sights that no man had ever seen before, nor possibly could with any futuristic rocket.

You witnessed the weeping meteor, you stretched through the past the noneuclidean ruins of planets that were long dead before the birth of man’s prehistoric ancestors. You almost fell into the gravitational grasp of a mad star before being whisked away further than beyond that.

You kept going past solar systems after solar systems until it seemed that you reached the destination.

You were at the rocky shores of a plant, present at the head of a stone altar of some kind in the middle of a violent storm. There was an alien creature standing in front of it with a fish in one hand and a sharpened rock in the other. The alien looked like a humanoid fish monster that was spliced with characteristics of dinosaurs and behind him were miles and miles of similar monsters, all on their boney and scaly knees with their heads bowed as they faced the altar.

You were at the head of the alter while, impossibly enough, witnessing a different ceremony at the other corner of the universe. 

In that corner, you were standing on a planet with a bright purple sky, in the middle of a vast field populated by flowers that could never be native to Earth. In the middle of the field stood a single tree, withered but still alive. You could sense, or know, that underneath the ground all the flower’s roots were feverishly working, pushing roots through the soil towards something.

Even though the creature that was stretching your mind to these impossible lengths did not speak, the message was clear, “look at how vast my reach is. See how great this is for them”

Back at the stone alter the apparent priest laid down the fish on the stone. In a strange tongue, it gurgled out a few lines that you could not translate but understood completely deep in your soul. As the monster said the last line, the miles of bowed followers roared it back in unison.

The roots of the flowers under the purple sky were mere millimeters away from their long sought after mysterious goal. All their weeks of hard work were about to pay off.

You were there as the fish creature brought up the stone knife and sunk it deep into the fish’s body, as the crowd of aliens started chanting that last phrase over and over. Each time getting more louder and more frenzied

The moment the knife connected, you felt the life energy flow out of the fish and into the elder creature. Since you were attached to it, you felt every jolt of energy seep into and past you as they made their way into the tendrils.  The energy felt from that one little fish sent your mind fluttering with concentrated ecstasy as the chanting kept supplying the elder one with a constant stream of energy.

In the flow field, the alien plants finally reached their goal of interconnecting all of their roots to the roots of the tree. You could now see the life energy of every flower flow into the withered tree as it traveled up an invisible tendril interweaved in the tree. The melody of life and sacrifice the flowers gave was almost too sweet to bear while processing the experiencing of the slaying and chanting of the fish creatures.

There you saw the truth, you realized how trivial every invention man had ever created was in the true grand scheme of things. How feeble was it all is against the expanse of the cold universe. With your new perspective and elevated knowledge, you laughed at the absolute fact that any man-made creation will pale in comparison to what the field of recently converted flowers just accomplished. 

Your spectral body convulsed across the stars and galaxies, reverberating over the entire length of the universe. You tried your best to let out a laugh of hysterical joy and understanding when with the beast’s tendril occupying your airways.

That must have been the right action and epiphany because you soon felt the tendrils within your begin to slacken as the sprouted tendrils retreated into one of the four main tentacles. 

As those began their withdrawal you felt your mind seep away, no longer supported or connected to your new God. You started to peacefully dissipate away into the background radiation of the universe.

Your consciousness returned to you as the first ray of dawn entered your little apartment bedroom. Your throat was the first thing to welcome you back to the land of the waking with a sharp and coarse pain running down your throat as you swallowed. The sensation alone was enough to ensure that you were not going to slip back to sleep again. As you stirred you were greeted with sloshing sounds and motion.

Prying your eyes open you groggily sat up to examine what happened. As you brought your head up you were welcomed to the undeniable stench of cum. Peering down you saw that your bed, blanket, and even the floor were flooded with gallons and gallons of your cum. You slowly pieced together why your throat was so dry and now that you are more aware, you realized your lips were not only heavily cracked but now stuck in a permanent stretched grin.

As you unpeeled yourself from the bed, you gazed out the window towards the dwindling twinkling stars. As you laid your eyes on one particular constellation you felt its presence. The faintest slither that started at the crown of your head and moved down to your cock. Your physical cock tried to stand up once again but failed after untold loads from the night before.

You filled out your smile, validated in your fever dreamed experience. Your mission was now crystalized in your mind as you began to formulate the steps to carry it out. Humanity needed to participate in a planet wide ceremony, all for the glory of the elder beast.
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You found it as you wandered through the thrift store. It was disheveled and not fully assembled but from the years of porn, you could spot a leather harness anywhere. It was an H-Harness, a black base with a true green trim all held together with shiny metal snap buttons. Picking it up you were greeted by the sensation of high-quality leather.

As you turned it over you in your hands you saw that some of the snap buttons were undone and the straps were disconnected but all the pieces were there. All of the leather straps were in excellent condition, almost good as new. You were in absolute shock. It was obvious that when this was donated no one at the thrift store knew what it was, considering that it was tagged for only $15 and by the fact it was sorted by the curtains and lampshade selections.

With hurried breath, you snagged the harness, threw it in your shopping cart, and quickly grabbed some other items in a feeble attempt to hide and obfuscate the harness from the suspension of onlookers. Thankfully nobody at the checkout lane noticed the kink gear for what it was and soon you were on your way out of the parking lot in your car, making sure not to crease the harness in your shopping bag.

Once back home you went straight to your room, stripped off your clothes, and inspect your treasure properly. Inspecting the straps and buttons you easily figured out how to reconstructed it. As you did so you found no tags, any markings of previous ownership, or even where it was made… not that it was of any importance.

Lifting it over your head you placed your arms through the hoops and let the harness fall down over you, like a heavy smock. After a bit of fidgeting and adjustment, to your surprise, it fit perfectly. With your chest pounding, you ran your fingers up and down the harness. It clung to you as if it was custom-made. 

After examining it, you remembered in a jolt. You raced to your closet and dug out the only other kink gear you own, a black neoprene jock. You were able to discretely purchase this jock from a booth at a Pride event last year. As you slipped it on you moved to go inspect your ‘outfit’ in the full body mirror hanging from the back of your bedroom door. You were not too much to look at, with scrawny arms and legs attached to your thin body, you barely filled the outfit but they were yours, the gear matched pretty well, considering that they were not from a set. As you inspected yourself you could not help but indulge yourself in a faux muscle man pose.

From right next to your right ear you heard in a deep and echoing voice, “Oh lookie lookie, someone’s all dressed up and wants to go to prom…”. You yelped and nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard it. You immediately spun your head side to side, figuring out where the voice came from while doing your best to cover up both your harness and jock with your thin arms. 

The echoing voice just chuckled at your reaction. “Heh heh heh, Don’t worry pipsqueak. It’s just us chickens in here” as you twisted your head from the bedroom door to the window, making sure both were closed, fastened, and locked. After a terrifying moment of realizing you were indeed alone in the room, you let out a weak, “Who’s there…. Where are you?”

“Gasp! It can speak.” the voice answered. “The ‘who am -or was- I’ question is a bit complicated but as for where … the easiest answer is just to look down, kid.” Triple checking that absolutely no one was in the bedroom with you, you slowly brought your gaze downwards to the floor. There was nothing there except your rug, your bare feet, your legs, the jock, and the new harness that you were still inadvertently holding. With an impossibly improbable thought crossing your mind you heard that same voice confirming it with a “yes… yes you go it” Taking an extra moment to just run through that again you lifted your head towards the full body mirror and said, “you… you’re inside the harness?”

“Ding! Ding! Ding! Give the boy a prize, he won the game!” the voice responded in turn. In your reflection, just on your right, you could barely make out some green wisps gathering. Turning your head away from the mirror, you saw nothing. 

Going back to the mirror and the green vapors you asked, “W-wh-what do you want?”

“Oh, I want some fun!” answered the voice, “it has been far too long since I was in the game, prowling the nightlife, club-hopping, and being the main kinkster of the scene.” Your heart pounded at that, what he was causally mention was everything that you desired to do “really?” You asked hesitantly.

“Of course!” the voice replied, “I was a known terror back in the day.” it boasted “and now I’m itching to dive back in…head first and you’re going to help me!” “i- I am?” you asked disbelievingly “Duh!” the voice replied, “No use of having sex if you don’t have a body to feel it, so let’s see what we’re working with.”

Through the reflection, you saw the green wisp move from your shoulder, up and down your body as it hummed to itself. “I see….” as he inspected you. “Ok…ok” as he weaved between your legs. After his inspection he returned back to your right shoulder as he stated, “You got potential, kid and spirit… like me! But you are far too scrawny to be turning any heads, even with my excellent harness. Let’s see if I can’t change that for you.” as you saw the vapors seep into you.

You felt the sensation of ice make contact and then enter through your skin, it was phenomenal and sent goosebumps rocketing through your entire body. “Heh, sorry bud, The first times always feel weird.” the ghost voice said, now without the echoing effect to it.

The ghostly vapors slowly warmed up to body temperature as you gingerly touched the spot of entry. While it felt normal to your finger, yet you could feel the wisp vapors floating inside your muscles as an almost phantom sensation.“Alright champ, hold on to your jockstraps because things are going to get WILD.” as you felt the wisp move from your shoulder, down your right arm. You saw the effects from the mirror’s reflection happening in tandem with the spirit’s movement. You witnessed your bicep bulge and inflate with muscle tone.

Your scrawny twig arm started putting on mass, inflating like a balloon into a perfectly sculpted bicep before the wisp moved down to continue the work on the forearm and hand. Soon you had a fully toned and muscular right arm. You looked at it in astonishment, it looked a bit ridiculous attached to the rest of you but nonetheless, you lifted your left hand to pinch your new arm. It was real.

“Hey! I’m working here!” the voice barked back, “at least wait until I leave your arm before you start touching yourself.” You then felt the spirit move up your arm again. It passed your chest and you could feel the spirit briefly caress your nipples as he went, which caused a shudder to run down your spine as he went to work your other arm.

Like before the ghost repeated the same process and soon you had two strong, beefy arms. You looked ridiculous as they were attached to the rest of your body. As if hearing your thoughts the spirit said, “Now I’m not done yet, bud.” the ghost backtracked towards your torso.

As soon you felt him enter your core you felt him go to work, your chest began to inflate and grow against the harness as they were changed into a set of perfect pecs sitting on your chest. You felt the spirit give one of your pecs a little bounce and chuckled as he moved down to your abdomen as he sculpted your lower torso to now have a set of lean and mean washboard abs and a chiseled waist to boot.

“Look at that” whistled the voice, “you could not crack walnuts off of them… this is definitely one of my finer works.” as you felt the spirit move down your right leg to continue his magic. After he shaped both of your legs he paused at your torso for a moment before he comments, “Oh, how could I forget!” as he raced and circled around your waist. You felt the now-familiar ghostly presence on your cheeks as your ass began to grow and fill out until they were just under what the jockstrap could handle. “All set!” exclaimed the voice as you heard an ethereal slap as he moved back up your body. You waited a moment for him to leave before you brought your hands down to inspect the goods. Your fingers slowly and tentatively poked and prodded each cheek before you went to grab them.

You were greeted with two perfect buns of steel, your heart was racing as you fondled and grasped your own ass. A childish smile spread across your face as your fingers examined the rest of your new body, dressed in your more filled-out outfit. “Not bad huh?” said the spirit, “now you are ready to show off what your papa gave you” as he laughed. “So tell me, kid, now that you got the body to enter any club you want. So what are we in for? What’s your fancy, Latex, leather, roleplay, total domination, public play?”

Despite what happened so far, you blushed at the direct question. You never had an open conversation with anyone about your preferences but it seems like it was too late to stop there with everything that just happened, so you answered truthfully. “E-everything, all of it. I haven’t really done much but I want to experience everything available.”

“Fuck YEAH!” roared the ghost in excitement, “I fucking lucked out with you buddy. Now Im excited, oh ho ho ho…. We’re going to paint the town Red! We’re going to pound so much ass together!”

“Errr… about that.” you stammered, “I’m kind of a bottom only.” 

“WHAT?” shouted the ghost. “Nuh-uh! No way I put this much effort into this body just for it not to smash subs.” “I’m sorry, It’s not really the way I swin-” you started to say before you were interrupted.

“I am NOT going out there to be anything other than the absolute top Top!” replied the spirit, “Here, Move over. I’m driving.”  Before you could protest you felt the spirit rush past your neck and into your head. You immediately felt the sense of growing congestion as you heard the spirit voice speak, now as if he was right inside your ear.

“Sorry champ, but that type of mentality won’t fly going forward… now let’s see what we got up in here.” As You felt the congestion pressure reach the apex, you could feel your body stiffen bit by bit, from the neck going down your body. Then your body relaxed without you telling them to.

“Yeah buddy…” the ghost said, feels good to operate a body of flesh and blood again. Now, let’s pop the hood of this sub.” You felt the ghost not only spread itself on the inside of your head but you felt it seep into your brain, oozing through each fold and crevice as it penetrated into your mind.

“Oh, buddy. You weren’t kidding when you said you were into all the strange stuff. I see you been fapping to things I’ve never seen before…. but boy am I excited to try it out with this body!” the ghost said as it made its way deeper into your conscience. “So that’s the name of that fetish, huh… way more popular than I thought…” as it trailed off. As that was going on, all you could do was just stand there as you felt the ghost take over more and more of your muscular body. You could still feel everything but it was no longer under your control.

Once he reached the absolute center of your brain you heard the ghost exclaimed, “There we go! Let’s rev this bad boy up!” At that you felt the ghost’s presence start bubbling from the top of your head, cascading down your face and flowing down your neck and towards the rest of your body. As your face was covered by the ghost’s power it began to twist and contort as if the face was trying to stretch out every muscle one segment at a time.

Soon your lips stretched out into a smile over your mouth and an emerald sparkle flashed in your eyes. You looked on your lips and your jaw opened as the ghost’s voice spoke from your mouth, “I still got it, just look at this! Full makeover of the body” as he moved your body to make a proper muscled pose, “and mind. We are all set to take the clubs by storm!”

You watched silently as your body was navigated back to your discarded jeans to fetch your car keys and wallet. “Luckily for me, you remembered your card pin.” your body said as the ghost made your hands slide your wallet down your side, allowing it to cling between the jock elastic and your perfect ass.

As your body turned back to the door the ghost asked, “So where exactly is the closest kink bar from here, I have been in a dry spell for far too long-” at that he interrupted himself as he looked in the mirror. “How silly of me.” the spirit said as he brought your hand up to your forehead. “What good is it to top every kinky fuck I see if I don’t have the right equipment.”  With that, he snapped your fingers as you felt his ghostly presence flow down and pool at your groin. You saw in the reflection that your jockstrap began to move as your cock began to grow at a rapid pace. Just like the rest, within a few moments, you saw that your cock fully fill out the jock pouch, so much that the front of the underwear began to sag with the weight of your body’s new cock and balls. The ghost laughed, “Oh Woah, What’s this” as he reached down to jostle the jock, “I think we are good to go now”.

Then with nothing else, your hand reached out and grasped the door handle, turning it as your body began to stride out of your bedroom and into the world with nothing more than a jockstrap and that black and green harness.

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Your handler was looking forward to this for months. After a brief hiatus, the famed BDSM Con was returning and your handler was already making plans when the mere rumors started circulating around the city’s underside. It was one of your handler’s favorite conventions and he decided that you were going with him this time around.

The convention was held at a convention hall in the next state over, during the upcoming long weekend.

In the months leading up to the weekend event, your handler wrestled your paychecks away from you and started siphoning a hundred or so dollars from each check into a private banking account. All to make sure that you had enough money to cover the cost of the tickets, hotel room, travel expenses, and of course paying your handler’s traveling agent fee since he was planning everything. He also forced you to call in your vacation day from work, to ensure that you were able to attend all four days of the convention.

Soon the big day was here, you were awoken at the crack of dawn by your handler’s eagerly rocking you awake. Groggily you shuffled out of bed, performed your morning blow job duty, moved your luggage into the car, and prepared for the long drive. 

After a few hours of driving, you arrived at the hotel your handler booked with your money. Once checked in and your bags were put away it was time to go. 

It was a short walk to the convention center building as your handler lead you to the crowded ‘Will Call’ line to pick up the badges. 

The receptionist asked “which is which?” your handler definitively stated that he was the Dom and as he turned to you, in a bit of a louder voice, stated, “And here’s my sub!” While you knew where you were, the fact that your handler said that about you in front of the crowd in broad daylight, caused you to blush a deep red.

The receptionist chuckled as she applied something to the two badges before handing it and a pair of lanyards over to your handler with the comment to not mix them up once inside.

As your handler slipped it around his head you noticed that his badge has a sparking red sticker placed on it, when he handed your badge you saw that yours had a bright light blue sticker applied to yours. As you two were ushered out the hallway towards the main hall of the convention, you were able to inspect it further as you saw a white text on your sticker that labeled you as ‘sub’.

You turned the corner of the hallway you finally looked up to see the main hall of the expo hall and your jaw dropped. The entire hall was full of kink.

Booths and booths of kink. 

Laid out in front of you there were booths of every aspect and genre of the entirety of the BDSM world. There were multiple booths of companies showing off their latex and leather gear, accessories and tools, exotic sex toys,  and media equipment.

You were blindsided by the size, scope, and concentration of it all within this one space. Looking around you saw some major companies of the scene, as well as dozens of local stores and start-ups. On top of that, the entire expo floor was packed with guests all wandering around the booths just window shopping, or stopping to examining the merchandise as they perused.

The guests themselves were just as awe-inspiring, leather daddies, human pups on either two legs or on all fours, and dozens and dozens of people in latex outfits or full gimp suits. 

Along with those there were more moderately dressed guests that were still sporting vests, jackets from local leather shops, while others had obviously coded messages on their graphic text t-shirts. On every one of their badges, they had either red or blue stickers shining in the building’s fluorescent lights. You looked at it all in amazement, never have you seen hundreds upon hundreds of people from the scene before, and here they are, just milling around so openly in the middle of the day.

As you just stared you felt a strong pull from your hand. Snapping out of it, you recognize that it was your handler yanking you out of your stupor as he brought you inside. 

The convention had so much going for it, on top of the expo hall, there was an artist den that had an array of tasteful and raunchy illustrations, as well as latex and leather-clad furniture for sale and enough swings and racks to refurbished any dungeon twice over.

Your handler dragged you up and down the rows, gaze darting from side to side, scanning the merchandise. After walking through the first row, he emerged a new leather chest harness, a new flogger, and a set of latex-lined handcuffs that he quickly attached to his belt. 

As for you, he bought you a “Lil Sissy’’ outfit set that came with pink thigh highs, matching panties, a frilly tutu, and a shirt that said “Daddy’s Little favorite” in matching pink font. From the same booth, he picked up a matching butt plug and a new pink chastity cage. 

Your handler ordered you to immediately go and change in the nearest bathroom. As you sheepishly went in to change your outfit you saw plenty of other blue stickered guests also changing into their assigned outfits from the open bathroom stalls. 

You emerged a few minutes later, and after doing a curtsy to your handler, you followed him along as he led the way through the rest of the convention. 

After the first round, your handler went back to the expo floor, stopping by the booths to examine merchandise, network with some local organization, and catch up with some of his local and internet friends that he ran into.

Throughout the day there were kink panels running in the main and side theaters. Those consisted of reveals of a company’s newest models or technology gadgets or Q&A panels from influential actors, illustrators, and animators from the scene.

Between them, there were also panels that were exclusive to either doms or subs.  There were bouncers at the dom exclusive panels making sure each guest was allowed to be there.  While the dom panels were kept secret from you, you saw that the panels for subs were all about best tips and techniques to serve better, professional experience, and even a mass group hypno session. There was even a designated ‘sub baby sitting’ station for the doms who wanted to attend dom exclusive panels and needed some supervision for their plus one. 

You mostly stayed with your handler as you, looked at the merchandise, attended panels, and wandered with starstruck eyes around the convention. After a few hours of people watching, your handler pulled you into a line for a panel. 

As you looked around, you noticed your handler lead you to an offshoot of an incredibly busy panel line. This door was protected by two leather-clad bouncers who checked your handler’s name against their tablets. The bouncer took one glance at you and said, “this must be your ‘contribution’ then” before opening the door to let you two in.

The room looked like a normal green room, with two other couples waiting as well. One was a leather handler holding on to a very tight leash that connected to his latex human pup while the other pair was a well-toned 20 something man holding the reins to a 40-year-old man who was on all fours, looking straight ahead to the door marked ‘stage entrance’.

Your handler strolled right in as he acknowledged the others, fixed himself a snack at the food table with a cup of coffee, and made his way to a chair. Having no idea what was going to happen, you resigned to stand next to him.

After a few minutes of quietly standing there with everyone else, you heard the murmurs and movement of people filing into the main stage room. You looked at the other two subs nervously as you straightening your girly outfit trying to make sure not to crumple your new tutu. There was a moment of silence then the entire theater roared and applauded in excitement as a microphone amplified voice started to speak. Even with the microphone, it was impossible to decipher what the man was saying through the walls. The best you could make out, it sounded like a person acting as a hype man, warming up the crowd for something. 

That went on for a few minutes until one of the expo assistants opened the door and told the leather dom that it was ‘their time’. The leather dom nodded, stood up and strolled across the green room, pulling the human pup as he went. From the way the dog was looking around the room and how he moved on all fours, it seemed like the pup was left just as much in the dark as you. 

As he was lead out, there was a few moments of silence before a roar from the unseen audience erupted yet again. The microphoned voice spoke back up again, this time in a T.V show tempo. There was a conversation that lasted for several minutes where the audience cheered and laughed along.

The crowd then went quiet before they participated in a three-syllable chant, growing louder and louder. That chanting stayed at a steady raising pace for minutes until it was suddenly interrupted and killed by a disappointed groan. The microphoned man said something in a mock apologetic tone that caused the crowd to jeer in unison.

There was a brief pause and then the show assistant knocked on the green room door and informed the young dom that it was his time now. The dom lead his older sub away through the door and like before the microphoned voice delivered some type of speech and conversation as the crowd applauded and then went back to chant of those same three syllables. The chanting grew louder and louder than before but ultimately ended in disappointed groans.

The next few anxious minutes that followed seemed like an entirety that was abruptly interrupted as the assistant knocked on the door and informed your handler it was his time. Your handler nodded and made his way to the door, with you obediently following along.

As you walked by, the stagehand whispered, “good luck” to you. You made your way with your handler through the small corridor to a side of the theater. You and your handler were greeted by another stagehand who halted you two, looking on to the stage for the right moment. 

You heard the microphoned voice say “We haven’t had any luck with the last two contestants, but let’s see if this last one will provide the gusto to success!” that was when the stagehand ushered the both of you on stage. 

As you walked on stage and you were blinded by the bright lights shining on you. Blinking for a few moments your eyes adjusted to see the audience. 

The theater was jammed packed with people in leather and rubber and they were looking at you. Every single member of the crowd was in gear, from head to toe with the shine of polished latex and metal straps glinting as you scanned the room.

And they were all cheering at you. 

The microphoned voiced boomed from your left as you turned to see the host of the show. He was a tall man with straight clean-cut brown hair, stylized with hair spray. He wore a custom-made leather suit, with a red-dyed leather blazer with yellow trim and a red and yellow striped tie resting on top of a yellow leather undershirt. He was holding a tall thin mental microphone stick and string, the same types you see on old television shows. 

In an unbreakable toothy smile, he welcomed your handler and you to the stage as he continued, “Normally we have a little warm-up and ‘get to know you’ session but our stagehands say that we are running a bit short on time.” The audience let loose a sarcastic grown of disapproval. 

“Do you know why you’re here?” the master of ceremony asked as he leaned the microphone towards you. you stammered out a meek, “uh… no”. The crowd laughed at your response. 

The host chuckled, “well, I’m the showrunner of a fairly popular online show as well as one of the guests of honors at this year’s BDSM con. As a result, I was asked to run a special live show every day of the convention, to show off companies’ newest and upcoming merch in a more… personal and intimate way.” he trailed off as the crowded whooped and cheered.

After a crowd died down the host picked back up, “Today we have one of the newest toys, hot from the silicon molds.” as he moved out of the way to reveal something that was hidden from your view. In the middle of the stage was a huge granite patterned rubber fist and arm standing erect on a little table next to it was a tub of lube with a modified handpump. On the fist, you saw the glint of a golden bracelet resting halfway down the granite forearm.

Your heart plummeted as you finally made the connection just before the show host began explaining it to you. “You see champ, we have this lovely sculpture donated from one of the local silicone ‘artists’, he affectedly calls it, ‘The Boulder’ and we are all here to see if any of our guests can….” 

“TAKE THE FIST!” the crowd chanted in response.

“We need to see if you can take the entire thing to the bracelet… without cumming along the way, you think you can manage champ?” the show host followed up.

Your mouth went dry as it was all explained to you, eyes now fixated on the silicon monstrosity, painfully aware that every eye is on you. While you have done some public exposure and stunts at the behest of your handler, this was definitely the biggest crowd you asked to perform in front of.

You took a deep breath, nodded, and slowly reached under your tutu to pull down your pink panties. As you tugged on the underwear you became painfully aware of how hard your cock was pressing against the pink plastic chastity cage. The crowd cheered in celebration but the moment you reached behind yourself and pulled out the plug your handler bought for you, they went wild. “Oh! We have someone who was lucky enough to come somewhat prepared” commented the show host.

In slow deliberate steps, you slowly made your way towards the table. You knew that you were as prepared as you were going to be since your handler as always prided himself on keeping you well trained and on your toes for any exercise or activity he suddenly threw your way.

To boost your confidence, you tried to put on a show, preparing yourself with the tub of lube, flirting with the crowd. You were able to garner a few murmurs and exciting talks from the audience but you knew exactly what they wanted to see, and what you had to do to get them to cheer for you.

You nervously circled in front of the table, tried to give a confident wave to the crowd as you propped yourself up to get up on the table as you began to straddle out your legs and spread open your ass to accept the massive fist. Your body was now on fire with both embarrassment and arousal as you took one last steadying breath before bent your knees and started the show proper, as the crowd finally started to cheer you on.

As you slowly lowered your ass down, you were bracing for the initial impact, and even though you prepared cool slimy silicone making contact with your ass sent you into a jolt of excitement running up your spine.

After recomposing and straightening yourself you lowered yourself down yet again. Now you could feel the individual ridges of the fist’s fingers against your taint and with the sensation of touch to guide it to where it needed to go. Taking one more deep breath, you closed your eyes and focused on what you needed to do, what the audience and your handler expected of you.

You start by lowering your left knee as your hands clasped each cheek, spreading it apart as far as you could. After a bit of fidgeting, you found the best position and angle. You slowly bent your knees and brought your ass down onto the toy. You felt the familiar mounting pressure of the toy pushing your ass hole. With a grunt and another steady thrust down, you felt your hole gave way and stretch out to accept the first two knuckles of the silicone rubber fist.

Once that started, you lowered your right knee as well, bringing it down to a level as you wiggled and squirmed your body to get everything lined up. As you did so, you heard the tell-tale squelching sound of your lubricated hole being used again. Now you feel each bent knuckle pressed against you before they were pushed their way into you.

As you were focusing, you heard the show host say “It looks like this contestant is diving right down into it, already working on those dainty little fingers” as the crowd broke out in a cheer.

Trying to tune him out, you kept your eyes closed and continued to focus on the task at hand. Wiggling and constantly readjusting yourself you recognized that you just took all four of the fingers inside of you. “And it looks like our guest just took the fingers, lets see if he has the stones to go beyond that” the crowd cheered loudly. “Don’t get too excited everyone,” the host added, “let’s see if the little one can take the thumb and widest part before we pop the glasses, and even then he still has so much to go before he can…” “TAKE THE FIST” the crowd answered.

Hearing the active play-by-play was both demeaning and encouraging to hear the progress reports of your current herculean task. Even though you were looking dead at the audience, you could feel everything that was happening below your waist. You could feel the fist begin to widen more and more as you felt the curled thumb brush up at your entrance. With determination, you pressed on. Slowly but surely you felt your ass take the widest part of the fist. Too wrapped up in the excitement and moment of being on stage, performing for BDSM con, you kept pushing harder and harder against that thumb. Until there was a small give, something inside of you shifted as the rest of the silicone hand was swallowed up by your hole.

Within that second you felt each sculpted rivet and texture rush past your pressed prostate. That intense sensation almost caused you to blow your laid right there. As soon as the moment came, it was gone, rushing deeper into you. The rush and sensation and the wave of relief that crashed through you were so powerful that you had to steady yourself in fear of falling over.

The crowd went wild once you regained your footing and lifted your hands in the air in victory, allowing a moment of rest. The hardest part was conquered, “Now, just the rest.” you thought to yourself “just the rest of it and I win.”

Placing your hand onto your kneed you started a series of steady squats. Every bend at the knees slowly rocked the fist deeper and deeper into you. 

Once you got comfortable with the prostate pressure and routine you started to showboat to the audience, blowing kisses to some, pointing, winking at others, and even performed a little cancan dance with your tutu. All as you slowly work your way down to the arm.

The crowd lapped it up as you continued your work on the toy, the crowd shifted from the normal chant of “TAKE THE FIST” to “SIT THE FIST”. A while later some part of the crowd changed it to “SIT THE FIST, SISSY!” which further degraded to “SISSY FIST” which was quickly picked up by the rest of the theater.

Eventually, you decided to steal a peek between your legs, to see exactly how much of the toy you took already and how much of the arm was left. To your delight, you discovered that there was just an inch and a half from where you were to the golden bracelet that marked your finished line.

Bringing your head back up to the chanting audience you pointed down at your waist, showing off the remaining distance as you shouted, “Do you think I can do it?”

The crowd roared in response, stomping their feet, clapping, and cheering for you to continue. As the chant of “SISSY FIST” renewed and doubled in intensity. 

There you stayed basking in the spotlight and degeneracy as you put your mind to tackle the home stretch of this initially impossible challenge as you kept on the steady pace with your squats. You could feel the solid fist go deeper and deeper. You could feel your heart racing with excitement, and anticipation of your accomplishment. Yet with all of that, you still maintained control of it all. 

Taking a peek below you saw there was only a half-inch left until the gold finish line and you watched as you pushed down even more as a quarter-inch slowly disappeared. Seeing the flint of the gold and that goal being so close now, you couldn’t help but inhale and put on a giant grin, as the crowd continued the chanting, “SISSY FIST” now in a slow, expecting beat.

As you brought your head back up, you stole a glance behind you at the show host who had been quiet ever since as you began your work down the wrist. You saw him, still standing there with his tall silver microphone in one hand. But held in the other hand, by his side, you saw him holding a small round object. 

In an instant of insight, your eyes darted up towards the show host, you saw his eyes flashed with excitement as a smirk grew on his face as he flicked the remote in his hand.

All at once, the silicon fist that you spent all this time working on sprung to life with a sound and sensation of buzzing. It rocketed through your body, shaking you to the core and carrying past that as it went up to your spine and raced straight to your head. The slow, controlled burn of arousal that you were managing throughout the entire show exploded into a wild blaze of sensation and lust as it overwhelmed you. 

Some basic part of you recognized what was happening. 

Apparently, the rubber fist was outfitted with numerous vibrators inside of it. One of each knuckle and one right at the base of the wrist. And they were all turned on at once. And they were now vibrating right against your prostate and shaking the rest of your body in the process.

Your final squat was interrupted, as your entire body froze like you were a deer in the headlights. All of your muscles tensed up in response to the sudden assault on your senses.

A moment later your groin began to twitch and spasm with the telltale of an oncoming orgasm. Without thinking you moved one of your hands down to try to stop what was coming next. Even the faintest touch of your own hand was just enough to push your cock over the edge. You moaned in defeat as your entire body convulsed and twitched as your dick squirted out the load of ruined orgasm into your cupped hand. 

Your stood stock still gasping as you felt your cum slowly start to trickle between your fingers. The crowd went dead quiet.

“Oh, touch luck champ… No one’s ever prepared for the vibrators.” The booming voice of the game host said as it echoed through the theater as the crowd started to boo… at you.

“Well, it looks like our granite fist is still undefeated!”  As the crowd’s direction and attention shifted back to the show host as he came up from behind you, taking over the spotlight. Leaving you in his shadow as you slowly ease your aching body off the toy.  “But let’s give our contestant a hand, ladies and gentlemen.”

Mocking applause filled the room. “And …” as the game host continued, cutting through the crowd’s response, “…because he was oh so close to the final mark. Let’s see if we can get him back for tomorrow’s show! Would you like that audience? A return visit to see if our little star can conquer the granite boulder?”

The audience cheered at that. 

You slunk away to meet up with your handler, waiting to shamefully walk off stage. The only thing you could hear was the hall full of people cheering at the prospect of your returning again. 

“And folks, if he fails after that… we’ll keep bringing him and his cute little outfit back until he takes it!” The show host looks at your handler, who nearly shugs in approval

As you leave the stage, heading back to the green room you hear the chant the entire theater they made for you.

“SISSY FIST” “SISSY FIST” “SISSY FIST”

SISSY FIST.

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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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After a long month of long term servitude, experimenting with impact play, and sleeping in a create it was now the one day off from going to the club, activities, and being the subvert to your handler.

At the stroke of midnight, your handler released his control over you starting with the removal of your chastity cage and locked leather choker collar. After a long peaceful night sleep in the handler’s bed, you woke late with the smell of breakfast in the air. Taking a moment to savor the sensation of the luxury bed sheets across the king sized bed you eventually slid out of bed to join your handler for your meal. Once seated at the table Your handler handed you a plate full of fluffy pancakes, sizzling bacon and fresh fruit.

As you ate, your handler informed you that because of both of your patriotism within the local community, the club gave him a pair of tickets to another city’s club event for later this evening. He then pulled out a pair of two rectangular theater theater tickets and gave them a little shake. After giving him a inquisitive look, he restated his promise that this was still your day off and that this was just going to be a nice day trip to the other local scene. With that reassurance you accepted the offer and went back to eating your breakfast.

From there you spent the day with your handler with him, just relaxing and decompressing in the living room, watching TV and browsing the web. But soon it was the late afternoon and it was time to prepare to head out. Your handler ducked into the bedroom and returned with a pair of matching button downs and ties for both of you. Once changed it was time to head out.

It took over an hour in the car to get to the location of the event, but soon enough we were at the location, an art museum in a quiet yet still respectable part of the city. The building’s lights were on but once you got to the entrance you saw a sign that notified that there was a private event scheduled tonight and it was invitation only.

Your handler pulled into a parking lot that was still mostly filled considering the time of day. Walking up to the new bouncer, your handler flashed him the pair of glossy tickets and you were directed towards the annex wing of the building. Once there was another set of doormen standing by to check for tickets yet again before welcoming both of you in.

With another ticket check the doors were pulled open and you were welcomed to the private museum wing. White walls, bright overhead lights and classical music faintly played above the polite chatter.  The hall below was packed with people mingling around ,through the crowd you recognize some of the doms and subs at your club were sprinkled in with the crowd of complete strangers. Interweaving through the crowd were servers, using around with silver trays of finger food and glasses of champagne. Everyone was dressed up, just like you. 

All of them were wandering around, pursuing the hall and looking at the exhibits against the walls. Against the walls were the exhibits, in their own roped off spaces were the art pieces on displays, the exhibits. Just gazing around you saw a hallway of subs on display, all of them were posing, acting or suspended within the kinky bit of artwork. 

You had to take a minute to properly take it all in, stunned that this sort of display could be held at such a place. As you walked past the door you noticed the other side of the doorway had two statues coated from head to toe in white plaster. Both were sculpted into poses that showed off the absolute perfect muscular human, an act of chiseling that could only be done by an artist professional. They stood stock still and as you looked upon them you noticed that the only part of them that was not covered in plaster was their eyes. Two sets of living human eyes were staring directly at you and they kept tracking you as you walked past them.

As you headed down the stairs and around the crowd you saw all the other exhibits on display, with their artists standing tall and proud next to their creations that their subs were showing off with a mix of professionalism and dominance. There was a latex designer from a company well known for their latex beds with his prized art piece of two subs encased and suspended a few feet above the floor in a custom made queen sized vacuum bed. To add extra insult to injury, the subs were posed in a permanent cuddling pose, facing together,  sharing their own breathing tubes. Upon the latex cover was matching blue and pink sleeping cap secured on top of both of them.

Next to it were additional statues like the ones at the entrance that were meticulously recreated to mimic great famous statues, Farnese Atlas, The Thinker and David but with a distinct chastity cage on the crotch. Just like the other at the front door, the entire body was covered and sculpted except for their eyes , it was the only part of them that was allowed to freely move, as each one was scanning around watching the people who were examining them. This artist was standing by in a conventional heavy smock and ass-less chaps going on about how much time it took to sculpt the bodies after the initial plaster was set.

Beyond that an European man was smoking a cigarette standing next to a giant sized canvas splattered with fresh paint. Standing next to him were the latex covered gimps that were still dripping in bright wet paint.

Further down the exhibits there was the animal segment where these artists showed off their custom stable full of leather ponies which was next to an enclosed playpen where a dozen of human pups were playing around in the area. Each one of the puppies had custom patterns and matching hoods, harnesses, collars and tails. You watched them all play and prance around with their chew toys and pressing up against the playpen fence wall, begging and whining for pets and belly rubs from the onlookers.

Soon you just started to wander around the exhibits by yourself, snacking on the free food and drinks seeing other subs being subjected to the whims of the dom and for the entertainment of others. There was an exhibit  detailing the intricate strings and counterweights to suspend a near naked sub within a metal frame. Beyond that were subs in colorful latex outfits that were being inflated by a tube attached to a motorized air pump.They were all awkwardly standing there as the artistic dom was going over his intentions of the color patterns and the hot air balloons that inspired him for that piece.

In the corner was a hypno tape mixed media artists that had his sub strapped into a custom built chair while he was staring slack jawed at a tablet screen that was strapped onto his head. The sub looked like he was aware where he was, just zoned out for who knows how long.

All of them just there to be ogled, observed and presented for the guests, like you have done so many times before. Soon your excitement was starting to die down, sure it was an exotic exhibit but it was becoming bland and boring as you spent more time on this side. You were just standing there as the passive observer of their scenes, and becoming slightly envious that you were on the other side to experience what was going as one of the art pieces.

After a few hours of going back and forth, viewing and examining all of the art pieces on display your handler approached you to ask if you wanted to check out the gift shop. It was almost a relief when he asked you just to be offered to do something for him, even if it was just to join him at the gift shop. 

Your heart started to flutter again when you fell back to your place as you walked behind him as he led you to the gift shop which was redecorated with some posters, special kinky items, and specialty kits from this exhibit.

As soon as you walked in your handler spun around on his heels, looked you dead in the eyes  and with a smirk commanded you to stand right by the door as he went shopping. He gave you a wink before you left you there, as you started to breathe heavily as you felt as the control being placed back on you.

From that point you saw your handler move with a hunter’s prowl as he stalked up and down the aisles and picked out the various sex toys and gear that were on display. Without ever talking beforehand, you spied that he picked all of the toys you were eyeing the most. After paying he returned back to you with a shopping bag full of wrapped toys, flyers and a few CD disks and a delightful smile.

“I was chatting with the artists as you were wandering around. After checking you out they had an interest in using you as a prop for some of their next art projects” your Handler continued  “But, enough about that. It’s late and time to head back … and judging from the traffic, we’re set to get home after midnight. Which is just about the time,” as he rustled his plastic shopping bags, “that I am going to feel inspired to do some of my own art projects” 

Your heart skipped a beat with that last sentence as you followed him back to his car for the last peaceful night ride back home for a long while.

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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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You met Tobin on a gainer chatroom, he was nearby and absolutely perfect. He was only slightly taller than you, with pitch black hair and a build that suggested that he was a star football player during his high school years. But most important of all, he was absolutely wild at the idea of accepting you under his wing as he takes control over you, dictating when, where and what to eat.

It started with deciding to make all of your dates with him at restaurants. With every waiter he would always step in and order the sizes of your meals along with desserts for the two of you afterwards, while always leaving some leftovers on his own plate for you to finish off afterwards. Throughout the first few weeks he would push you farther and fatter than anything you’ve even gone by yourself.

After a while it was becoming clear the food that was offered by most restaurants weren’t enough for his standards nor your increasing gluttony, which was why he told you to meet him at his place for more intimate feeding sessions.

With you coming over directly to him after work, he had the control to prepare any meals he wanted for you to eat and craft them well beyond the healthy proportions. Under his roof, every big dinner was always topped off with deluxe ice cream sundaes with all of the toppings as well as a second course and after dinner late night snacks follow some tummy rubs and after dinner sex. 

He also took control of you in other ways while you were with him, ordering you to go back to those food chat rooms and type out exactly what you ate each day along with pictures of your bare stomach after every feeding session with him.   

During those weeks of frequently going over to his place you noticed that your clothes were tighter, especially around your waist and gut, in fact your entire body was taking on a new shape with new layers of fat accumulating everywhere. It was all thanks to Tobin’s constant encouragement and pushing as he served you bigger and bigger plates at dinner time.

It got so much that your stride started to get impacted, your steps became bogged down, more heavy footed with each passing day. When you first met Tobin you were able to easily keep up with him but now you had to make a conscious effort to do so as he eagerly led the way through the isles of a store as he gathered ingredients for his next meal with you.

Then it happened. After a long evening of binging you crossed a feedee milestone, your first busted button. Tobin went wild when he realized it happened, he whipped out his phone and went into a flurry, snapping pictures of your crotch from all angles, documenting the event. Then he followed it up by sharing the photos with all of the chat rooms he was in, as a mark of his accomplishments over you. 

Something clicked inside Tobin that day. After popping your button, he became more aggressive with your meal times, calling the dinners with you as ‘training sessions’ and he became more aggressive in pushing more and more food into you during those meals as well as increasing the dinner time binges until each meal he made for you took an hour to eat through. All for the sake of your ‘endurance’ he said. With more food, Tobin also started introducing whey protein shakes into your daily diet, you could never figure out what ingredients you used for the thick concoction, but he always assured you that it was ‘the most amount of calories he should cram into a liquid form’.

From there it wasn’t long until one day you arrived at his place and was greeted to him with a giant pitcher of whey shake and a tube. Soon the binging sessions changed, it was no longer about eating but providing the most effective amount of calories per session by stuffing you with nothing but the high calorie shakes over and over again.

You loved every moment of it. For the first time Tobin never left your side as you slurped and chugged how ever much he handed to you. He just stayed there, constantly rubbing your expanding gut and stroking your cock as you went through the whole pitcher, gulp by gulp.

It was then the flab started to really pile one like never before and with every pound you packed on Tobin became more adamant and determined with your diet as continued to constantly post more revealing pictures of your growing gut and even stepped it up sending out a few clips from your feasting. 

From his postings you became increasingly popular within the weight gain channels, to the point where Tobin decided to make a twitter account about you, documenting all the food and gains you were going through as well as a link for additional donations from your growing admirers. 

It was not much but all the money he raised from your hedonistic acts went straight into busting your gut with more dishes, foods, and shakes throughout your day. Soon you there was no fear in either one of you running out of whey shake powder anytime soon and on top of that there was enough dough that Tobin could send you additional hot meals and snacks anytime of the day while you were at work, all delivered straight to your desk.

Everything he did was all building up to a fabled ‘main event’ he kept hyping up, whatever that meant, only promising to tell you more once he believed you were ‘ready for it’.

With the continuous meals delivered directly to you whenever Tobin decided, you began to experience noticeable changes to your body as well. On top of the bigger gut, you started to develop long stretch lines that Tobin made sure was highly publicized ‘because of the financial help of the FLABous community’.

Then a few weeks beyond that Tobin texted you Thursday night, ordering you to not each a single bite of food tomorrow as well as instructing you to clear your weekend schedule with a follow up tweet that only states, “It’s time big boy”

It was absolute agony following Tobin’s orders, you forgot how long it has been since you had a specially made Tobin protein shake on your way to work, nor the last time you missed out on an impressively large hot meal for lunch followed by another ‘afternoon snack’ of the same size.

You made sure to arrive first thing in the morning on Saturday at his place and no sooner did you ring the doorbell, Tobin swung open the door and grabbed by your shirt strained collar and dragged you into the place leading you directly into his bedroom. Caught in your usual daze of excitement and arousal, you just let Tobin glide you to where he wanted to be. You stood there as Tobin’s greedy hands moved around your body, unbuttoning your shirt revealing your empty gut, undoing your pants and after a quick jiggle of your rolls, pushed you on to his extra wide bed. Like most recent sessions Tobin went to each side and brought your hands up to the headrest and restrained them in place with some handcuffs attached to the bed, added by a particularly horny fan that said he would pay for the gear in exchange for a photo shoot.

From there Tobin ducked out of the room and practically skipped down the hallway. You heard the distant and familiar sound of the fridge opening and closing followed by the staggered steps as Tobin came back into the room with a big and sturdy five gallon orange plastic cooler that sloshed slightly as it swayed with every step. It took a bit of effort, even for Tobin, but he managed to hoist it onto the small stand next to the bed.

This was the first time you have ever seen him use a cooler of that size before and your body started to squirm at the implications. Ducking under the bed he retrieved the familiar thick clear plastic tube and started to fasten it to the bottom of the cooler and bring the other end to your mouth. 

From your fixed position you saw Tobin lean over and press down on the cooler’s facet and tape it in place. Craning your neck over, you eventually saw the creamy white shake slowly slide out of the cooler and creep slowly down the tube and into your mouth. The taste of familiar Tobin whey shake coated your tongue and continued to pour in, filling your mouth.

Your eyes roll back into your head with pleasure as your mouth begins to fill up with more and more of the chilly shake until you had to swallow the mouthful down. You could feel the cold wave slide down your throat into your empty stomach with your own moan of pleasure. By then the tube was already halfway done filling up your mouth again at the same unrelenting pace.

After that first moment of pleasure you had to quicken your swallowing and pacing to get the next few mouthfuls of whey shake under control. You almost choked but after a bit of sputtering you reined it in and maintained control. 

You were able to find the rhythm of swallowing the meal, taking moments to savor the experience, and of course allowed time to breathe. As you discovered your ideal pattern you quickly got lost in the exhilaration of the moment as you kept swallowing more and more at it as the steady flow of the shake kept marching on the same pace. “Yes, that’s right keep going. Find your balance… there you go” Tobin cooed to you as you struggled to get the right rhythm going.

As you were basking in yourself, you heard more movement from Tobin as he moved to the foot of the bed which was obscured by your own flabby stomach. You didn’t want to crane your neck around too much in fear of loosening the tube and spilling your precious shake everywhere.

Just as he was done moving, a light illuminated from the far end of the room as he fiddled around with something, then soon started talking, as if to a theater full of people,

“Welcome one and all! I’m glad you could. I’ve given you all tastes and nibbles of what I’ve done to my pig of a sub but this time….oh this time we’re going full hog tonight! I have the not-so-little sub tied up,” you felt a playful slap on the underside of your gut at that remark “and tonight we are going to fill him up and keep him topped off ALL DAY LONG! You can see from everything behind me, I have it all set up right here!”

Tobin paused as he grabbed the source of the  light and walked over to the head of the bed to reveal him holding his phone with LED flash shining bright. The camera phone panned over your naked groin and gut, then towards the cooler. Tobin lifted the lid and knocked on the side a few times, then followed the faint sloshing sound. 

Tobin then brought the phone down to focus on the valve that was still pouring out the shakes and then he pivoted, following the tube down and then up to your face. “Look everyone, Piggy’s first face revealed!” Tobin taunted with a hunger in his voice.

Even by closing your eyes shut, the light was still too uncomfortable to look, instinctively your hands tried to cover your face but failed as they uselessly rattled on the bed restraints. In a futile attempt you were just left with trying to turn your head from side to side, finding an angel to best hide yourself from the revealing camera light. That was met with a laugh from Tobin.

He panned back over your again, pausing to grab a handful of your slowly filling belly and gave it a shake that caused deep ripples that you felt spread all across your massive body. Tobin then resumed back to the foot of the bed as he set down the phone, judging from the lights it was still facing straight at you.

He then laid out to the unknown number of audience members the game plan:

You were going to be strapped to the bed, pumped full of Tobin’s special weight gain formula and only that.  He then revealed that he has been tracking how much you have normally binged to get yourself filled up. On top of that, he recorded how long it took for you to eat more once you hit your limit and how much you consumed to get you back up to full again. He followed up with a joke about he was constantly readjusting the numbers because you kept stretching the gut more and more after every binge.

With all that spelled out, you flashed back to all of the times he made you pig out and then always prodded you with more shakes in those measured plastic shaker bottles. Hearing all of that laid out like that blindsided you for a moment, caught in a daze of pure amazement and astonishment. He managed to do all of that behind your back, without you ever catching on.

It stunned you so much that you forgot to swallow and the shake started pooling up, just barely making it past your lips before you came back to your senses  and quickly redoubled your efforts to get the surplus feed back under control. 

And true to his word it all happened the way he laid it out. 

Initially he just stood off to the side, as the camera was pointed at you and your ballooning belly. Occasionally he would read off a comment or answer a question from the stream’s chatroom. Whenever Tobin read off an extremely lewd comment that either complimented your growing form or that was highlighting the extreme embarrassment of your situation your body instinctively squirmed. 

All you could do was stay on your back, confined to the bed while helplessly slurping down the steady stream of shake.  Tobin would always make sure to step in and give your stomach a squeeze and a shake or caress your cock to keep it from falling below half mast. Considering everything leading up to this scenario, it was not a difficult take for either one of you to accomplish. 

You soon felt your stomach ache from the familiar strain of a full gut of food pressing all out and all around, that was when the stream began to wane down, ever so slightly. With the pressure inside of you began to build, the stream of fattening liquid continued to lessen. It soon became a trickle and just as you thought that you were going to burst the cooler finally ran dry, just as you grazed upon your physical limit. ‘Whoa,’ you thought to yourself, ‘he wasn’t lying, he actually measured the actual limit down to the ounce.’ Through your own food induced haze you let out a victorious moan of pleasure and conquest. 

Following your cue, Tobin chimed in, “Looks like we just finished it all off, give him a hand everyone!” A few moments later of silence he followed up with a “I really wish you could see the chat, they are going WILD right now.” That comment sparked a bit of kinky pride from within you and you responded the only way you could, by tilting your hips from side to side allowing your now full gut to sway along with the motion. As you did that you could feel the shake of the bed as well as the shake sloshing inside of you.

Your little dance was met with a hearty chuckle from Tobin as he said, “Good Pig”.

Tobin then spoke to the audience again “Folks, we got a full tank here, let’s give him five minutes to allow him to settle down before we open up the fundraising and stretch goals. Again, it’s five dollars for your message written on any part of him and $25 for a message and to extend the duration of the stream. Don’t worry everyone, I made plenty of shakes just like this to keep him nice and full no matter how long we go.”

So you stayed there, strapped to the bed as Tobin continued to interact with the chat as he started to approach the bed, you felt the felt tip marker on you as he started writing the messages that the chat paid to have on your body. 

Since there was no way to look over your gut you couldn’t make out most of the messages written on you but between the hypersensitivity of your stretched out gut and some of the marker’s repetition, you were able to make out a few phrases. It looked like, “PIG’, ‘HOG’, ‘FAT’ and ‘SLOB’ were the most popular words.

Not far after that Tobin’s watch started beeping. At that he said “Oh, hang tight everybody it’s time to top off the tank”. With that he left, walking out to go back to the kitchen leaving you alone with the on going live camera feed. An awkward minute arises as you just laid there. No music, no voices, nothing. 

With nothing going on, you took a gamble and decided to put on your own show for the viewers.

You let out a loud moan through your tube, rattled the chains on your wrists as you kicked your legs, as you tried to put on a convincing display of you writhing against your restraints. Following that you swayed your hips back and forth, left to right again, letting your gut rock and sway with the movement. 

Then, in a true act of hedonism, you readied your legs underneath you, lifted your hips and arched your lower back up into the air, which caused your belly to shift and roll up to your pecs. Once in position you started to hump the air a half dozen times, feeling your stomach bounce along with it. Exhaustion began to take you as you crashed back down onto the bed panting heavily. As you caught your breath, you spied from the corner of your eye Tobin returning back to the room, holding a medium sized plastic container.

“Oh were you keeping our viewers entertained while I was gone? How considerate.” he moved toward the set up and chuckled to himself and followed up with a “….What’s this ‘flying pig’ they keep going on about?” with a sly tone in his voice. He then approached you with the thing he walked in with, a clear container filled with high calorie shake and slowly poured it into the cooler. As he did it he whispered to you, “Whatever you just did, it just added three more hours to the stream.”

You began to comprehend the haunting fact that you didn’t quite have any idea how long this was supposed to go, nor how much time did the chat decide to extend with their donations. Just as you were about to try to puzzle out all the time Tobin thanked or commented on a donation and weighed it against the numerous messages on your body, the chilly shake flowed through the tube and into your mouth.

From there the day continued like that for the rest of the day, cycling between Tobin feeding you until you hit your limit, then moving on to entertaining the chat by taking requests for new messages to be written on your body then playing with your body for the people’s amusement. Whenever the timer on his watch would go off he would excuse himself to get another tub of the stuff. It kept going like that, endlessly rotating through each of those stages with only slight stream intermission for you to be freed for bathroom breaks.

You remained chained and fed for hours and when it was done, there was no more daylight shining through the window. Tobin thanked the virtual crowd and finally you were allowed to leave the bedroom, practically waddling as you got off of the bed and walked down the hallway. Tobin handed over your spare set of Pj’s as you put it you felt the shirt and pants be noticeably snug against your belly, which was now as tight as a drum.

As Tobin walked you to the living room and eased you to the couch, if only for the change of view. Despite doing nothing but eating you felt exhausted and you were about to drift to sleep Tobin whispered into your ear, “There was no way we went through all the hours that was bought during that stream. I expect you to bring your A game next week when we do it again and try to finish that debt off.”

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