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Anton regained consciousness. He was dizzy, his mouth felt pasty, and his body felt fuzzy. The bulky Ardennes horse opened his eyes slowly. The crude light from a lamp oriented towards him had him take some seconds to adjust his vision. He realized that he was staring at the ceiling and sitting on some kind of leather chair, his limbs spread out. Anton tried to sit up straight, but his limbs would not move, neither would his torso, despite how much he flexed his muscles. A quick look left and right confirmed that sturdy straps were keeping the equine in his chair. "Wfff thfff... Mmmf!" He realized when trying to speak that a muzzle kept his mouth shut, with a big ball gag muffling his voice for good measure. What the hell happened? Anton began to panic as he tried to piece together the fragmented memories of last night. All he could remember for now was that he went out for a drink with his brother Pierce. While he tried to push against the straps, the big horse realized that there was something heavy hanging from his body. He looked down and saw that his flared penis was rock hard and encased in some kind of tube sheathed with latex. The sensations came back little by little in his body, and he eventually felt the grasp of a cold metallic object around his sheath, and he noticed that his chair had no seat, leaving his butt hanging, vulnerable.

The chair began to rotate, letting him see the rest of the room. It was a small, naked room, not unlike a workshop or an abandoned apartment. The only things in the room were him, a TV set and, more importantly, another horse bound in the same kind of predicament. He was Anton's lookalike, down to the dark brown robe and the long black mane. A birthmark by the other prisonner's right eye gave Anton a clue on his identity, and his panic rose. It was Pierce, his twin brother. "Iirf?! IIIIIRF! MMMMF! MMMM-RRMMPF!" Anton shouted at the top of his lungs. His twin woke up slowly. He went through the same stages than him: trying to move, then to talk. Realizing that he was strapped in some kind of twisted and perverted predicament, and that the horse in front of him was not a mirror image. He managed to keep his composure, albeit he looked just as stressed as his brother. "Nntnnn! Ffffk! Mmmf!" Pierce grunted, while Anton's memories began to clear up, as the effects of the drugs faded. Yes, he did went to the local gay bar with Pierce for a drink, and to hook up with a one-night sting. There was this feline who offered them drinks; his face was blurry in his memory because of the bar's darkness. He offered them drinks. Anton and Pierce chugged them bottoms up and then... They wake up here. "MMMMMF!" Pierce groaned as another attempt to free himself proved futile.

Suddenly, the television began to play an ominous recorded message over the image of a creepy puppet staring at the two horses with empty eyes. "Hello Anton, Pierce. I want to play a game." "Mmmmpf?!" the brothers whined in unison. "You have been very naughty boys. Enough to warrant the attention of people wishing to teach you a lesson and, by extension, mine. The rules of this game are simple. Under your left hand is a button. Press it to activate your sibling's pump. You can press it again every minute, albeit each press will have be at a price. The one to make his brother cum will be released and free to go, while the loser's straps will be locked for an undetermined time; as long as it would take for the winner to run and get some help, I guess. You have been given enough stimulants and a ring, to keep you hard for several hours, so start at your leisure. Have fun."

On these last words, pronounced with a sadistic glee, the message ended. Anton and Pierce looked to their left at the same time, and found a green button waiting to be pressed. Anton tried to calm down his brother, but the muzzle and the gag prevented any intelligible communication: "Irf! Mmmf mmff... Mmm... RRRRR!" The first twin was frustrated. Hopefully, Pierce will do the same and let time run. Twins think alike after all, right? Maybe if they wait long enough, someone will investigate their disappearance or find this place? Minutes passed. Anton tried to calm himself, but it was Pierce's turn to start losing his nerves. His gaze was more and more anxious. Anton tried to take long breaths and to make the most of his uncomfortable position. He closed his eyes and steadied his breath. Click Anton's eyes opened as fast as they closed and stared straight at Pierce. His twin looked back, guilt written on his face; his finger was still pressing the button. The milker began to run down slowly up and down Anton's shaft. He moaned through his gag from the pleasure forced on him. What was his brother thinking?! That he could leave him here and run away, in his birthday suit and not knowing where he was? Furious, he reached for his own button. Pierce's eyes suddenly bulged and the twin emitted a piercing neigh through his gag. Anton mistook this for a cry for forgiveness, but he would let that betrayal pass. Pierce's pump began its work, but Anton's brother behaved strangely, eyes shut close and fidgeting on his seat. Anton would instantly know why as he felt something large push mercilessly inside his ass. It was his turn to scream. The twin brothers were tops, as far as others were concerned; they had experimented with each other, but did not like it much. As a result, the full-sized horse shaft which violated his lower hole, without any kind of preparation or warning, was a painful punishment. The fat dildo was way beyond their comfort zone, and rammed all the way through until it reached a dozen inches in depth; their prostate was crushed by the unexpected passage and Anton felt a big drop of pre spurt from his member and rolling back down by the continuous stroking of the machine.

The siblings wiggled in their seat, assaulted from the front and from the back. It felt like an eternity, until they heard two short beeps, spaced by a few seconds. It had only been one minute, and the tortured equines had the possibility of making their twin's torment harder. Anton was still coping with the overload of stimuli which raked his body and could not think clearly. His mind dazzled with pain, pleasure and resentment, he took the initiative and pressed his button. Pierce's milker accelerated dramatically. His eyes closed shut and grunts of pleasure escaped his mouth from each ragged breath. Anton's 'payment' came right after, when the dildo accelerated too and a couple more inches pushed inside of him, making his belly bulge all the way to his stomach. Anton's eyes rolled in their sockets as he thought he would pass out from this. He cursed his brother under his breath. Cum, goddammit! "MMMMMF!" "MMMM!MMMM!NNNNTNNNN!" Tears rolled from Pierce's cheeks. His left hand slipped from his position over the button. He was near the edge, but like a person standing near a literal edge, he would not go over it without a final push.

Beep! Another minute had passed. He knew it would hurt, but Anton desperately wanted to get out his chair. His finger pressed the button a third time instinctively. Bzzzt! Bzzzt! Bzzzt! "AAAOOOOOOMMMMMFFFF! MMMMMMMFFFFF!" "OOOOFFFF! MMMMMFFFF!" Electricity shot through Pierce's cock ring and Anton's dildo. A strong, painful current, at least for Anton, which made them writhe on their seats. Anton's vision began to blur. Suddenly, Pierce jerked on his seat and wildly buckled his hips forward. "MMMMMM! MMMMM! RRRRNNNNNNNNNGHH!" he shrilled. It was the first time that Anton saw his brother's nuts convulse as they shot their loads inside the milker. True to the mysterious voice's words, the straps holding Anton in the chair opened instantly. The horse wasted no time getting out of the torture implement and detaching taking off his muzzle. He grunted: his whole body ached, he was pent up like he never had before, and his ass was still gaping from the rough treatment he received.

Panting, Anton walked towards his brother. To his horror, he realized that the machines tormenting Pierce were still on. The milker was still working his oversensitive penis, while his chair's flared dildo was still drilling his ass. Even the electro was still on, judging by the small buzzing noise coming from the cock ring. Pierce was in a sorry state. Kicking his legs on the seat of frustration, tears were rolling abundantly from his pretty face, contrasting with the inelegant ropes of drool passing through the ball gag. Realizing what he had done, Anton tried frantically to release his brother. To no avail, as everything was solidly secured. During these futile attempts, Pierce cried for his brother's help: "NNNNF! PWEEEEEFFF! HHHHHP! HHHHHP MMMMF!" Several more minutes passed and Pierce's body thrashed again, taken by a second orgasm. "NNNNFFF! MMMMFFFF!" Once again, the machines kept mistreating his body without rest or pause.

Realizing that the only way that he could help his brother was to either get exterior help or find a tool, Anton rushed to the exit of the room, the moans of his brother behind him. He found himself in some kind of derelict living room. The room was cut in two by a big wall. In the middle of the wall was a series of holes, including one big enough for his torso. The holes were padded with rubber, and the Ardennais had no clue for their utility. There was a door to the right, but it was locked. Anton noticed that the word 'Escape' was written over the main padded hole. Was that another game? Anton did not have the time to hesitate and passed his upper body through the hole.

On the other side of the hole was the other part of the living room. There was a small table in front of Anton, with a key placed on it. There was also another door leading outside. Strange. Anton leaned forward, passing more of his body until his navel was in the hole. The key was in arm's reach. Anton picked it up quickly, not noticing that a thread was attached to the object. As soon as the thread was pulled, Anton heard a hiss, like air filling some kind of chamber. Realizing what was happening, he tried to pull back from the hole but it was too late. The inflated rubber pressed on his body, leaving him stuck inside the wall. Anton stamped the ground in frustration. He could still hear his brother's moans from afar. What were the rules of this game? What did that bastard want from him?

That is when he heard voices, coming from next door; at least four persons: "So, that's the place, is it?" "Yup. That's where the mail told me to go." "How many of us are here, anyway?" "Plus they said we would be the 'first wave'. Will this guy really help us find them?" "I guess that there is only one way to find out!" the first person concluded.

From Anton's upper torso side, a key was inserted in the door's lock. Who were these persons? Allies? Goons of the kidnapper? The door opened. "Well, look what we have here..."

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