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The polar bear gave one last beastly snarl as he slammed balls deep into the mewling horse, fingers digging around the boy's solid hips, revelling in flooding pleasure as he came. He unloaded deep into the stallion, his thick, ebony length pulsing and throbbing as it painted the male's insides white. Beneath him, pinned under his weight, the horse writhed, having already fired his own load hard across the bed sheets and enduring the bear's ongoing rutting. The fat cock drove hard against his prostate, impaled his guts in a visceral meeting of meat into ass, lubed in nothing but the stallion's choked spit from when the burly ursine had decided to first fuck his throat before turning to his colon. He settled there, taking a moment of his leisurely time, to savour the warm guts that suckled his spent cock, a swollen tube of flesh drooling the last of its seed into the very deepest recess of the panting horse.

Triumphantly the bear congratulated his breed with a sharp, tight smack to one cheek, an imprint of his paw leaving its stinging red shadow behind,

"Good boy," Sisco purred, leaning back and easing his cock out of the horse's stretched, wet hole, "You took that well, Daddy's proud."

"Thank you sir."

Looking behind over one shoulder, his mane a tangled mess with forelocks sweeping across his eyes, Martyn grunted, stifling a low whimper, as the bear popped his cock free from his hole, the backlogged pressure of cum running like a waterfall from the gaping ass. The taint of grey fur soaked in the leaking cum, milky white staining his sack and smothering his balls in the bear's seed. For a moment, the stallion's hole seemed as if to gasp for air, kept apart by some phantom dick, so that a dark view of the squirming, churning innards could be seen in a fleeting second or two.

"You are one loose lad, you know that? Normally I've got holes gripping me like I'm the first dick they ever took, but you, I barely felt a thing." The bear teased, pressing digits into the stallion's stretched rim, pulling it even further apart with hooked index and middle fingers, "But then again, I've heard all the stories, so honestly I'm not that surprised..."

A glance to the stallion revealed the hot flush that burned on his cheeks. It wasn't shame however, nor was he offended at the comment. It was the glowing blush of pride as Martyn pushed his rear further back into the bear's grip, begging for not just a few fingers but perhaps the whole paw...

Sisco chided him with a snort,

"Oh no you don't," he chuckled, the sound hearty in his chest, reverberating with a growl as if something predatory lurked within that wanted anything to be out, "You don't get it that easy." Martyn whined indignantly, but he relented, knowing that to push and beg would get him nowhere except exactly the opposite of what he wanted. Instead he remained upon all fours, head hung low from exhaustion, ass still presented upright into the air, poised for mounting or inspection as however the polar bear saw fit.

Sisco returned his fingers to the stallion's ass and relaxed them back inside. Three instead of two now, though he took his time. Every minute would be torture to the boy, he realised, but then it only made him all the more eager to get anything up his ass, be it toy, cock, fist, or whatever else... He languished in the act, enjoying every second he could milk from the horse just idly playing with his hole, running his fingers through the silky lube, pulling and tugging at his rim to draw it even wider. There was something so mesmerising to watch, that puffy muscle of black, what had once been so pert and tight that barely a finger could have made its way in without a little coaxing and extra slickness. The bear knew days earlier in the stallion's journey to where he was now, on all fours before him and hole presented for abuse, where he would never have dared dream of becoming such a creature. But it always was the quiet ones who turned, the ones who hid the dirtiest, nastiest secrets behind a timid façade that really was fooling nobody. Given any opportunity, Sisco had made sure the stallion knew just what kind of boy he was, and demonstrated to him time and time again just exactly what kind of man - a real man - he himself was in turn. Perhaps he didn't share as many of the proclivities as the horse did. Hell, he was pretty sure nobody could share as many as he did, but he could certainly indulge in helping to scratch the itch that always seemed to lie deepest in his guts whenever the need arose. He was no master to the stallion, but he sure as hell was going to take advantage of the all-too willing boy who practically threw himself to his knees begging to serve.

After all, you should never look a gift horse in the mouth unless you plan on giving him something to suck on.

Three fingers split to four, two on each paw, as the bear got heavier with his petting, if it could have been called that. Reclined on the bed, Martyn slumped before him with an upturned ass full of cum under his paws, Sisco just let himself settle for a moment. Though he could easily outpace the stallion for endurance and stamina given his size and build, even he had to take breaks. Four decades had taken a toll, and he wasn't as virile as he had been half his age ago. Not that he'd received any complaints, mind, every man he'd left in bed had always been with a happy smile on their faces and their balls drained - or left blue and feverishly wanting, if that's what they asked for. But tonight, it was all about what he wanted, at least as far as the stallion was concerned. Either the horse had ill-thought out his idea of a gift of unrestricted ownership of him for a full twenty-four hours, or maybe this had been his plan all along. Regardless the bear was going to make sure he made full use of his birthday gift before that last hour struck.

He hooked the boy's rim from either side and pulled, stretching out Martyn's ass until he was lightly thrashing and doing his best to mask the strain it was putting on him. It was lewd and obscene to see the male's hole bulge and distend so wide under his paws, but he couldn't help it. It was something of a morbid curiosity now, a dark interest that was piqued as it had finally found not only a willing victim but a capable one. Sisco stretched wider still, until he was sure that without a doubt it could fit both his fists up the horse's rear without him even feeling it, and he could see, smell, and hear the churning oceans of cum that still swelled within the boy's guts. Despite the assault to his senses, the dirty thrill that gave him a twisted high as his cock began to throb back to life, he couldn't help but lick his lips, suddenly feeling parched, suddenly hungry and lusting for a taste of himself.

Martyn was no amateur, he could take it; he swallowed, pulled the rim as far apart as he could, prising the cheeks to open and reveal the stretched chasm, and leaned in...

Pursing his lips, he smacked his mouth right up against the stallion's bred ass. Immediately the musky taste of himself exploded into him, like being a teenager again and giving your load a quick sample to see what it's like, only the grown, depravedly gay man that he was, he chose to savour it. He dragged his tongue around the boy's soft rim and lapped up every drop that has escaped from his insides, leaving barely a trace of his seed as he ate. Sisco taunted with the horse's swollen balls, still tender from when he'd made give them a good, firm squeeze for perhaps a touch too long. Under his roaming tongue the stallion winced as he suckled the fat nuts in his maw, rolling them between his teeth gently, but with every intention of making sure he knew who was in charge. However what Sisco wanted wasn't to keep the horse on edge and to push him to yet another ruined orgasm, it was what swam and gurgled inside him, kept warm by the horse's body, nestled deep in its murky, hot depths...

He moved back up, wasting no time now as he unfurled the full length of his tongue, taking advantage of bear anatomy to plunder some horse anatomy, and he dove deep, sliding his writhing, slithering muscle into Martyn's quivering guts. The flavours were so much more intense the deeper he went, slathering musk of himself, his own hot, salty seed splashing at his tongue, the soured stench of male ass bombarding him. It was a swampy heaven as Martyn's thick, sweaty cheeks slipped over his face the deeper down he went. He allowed his tongue to explore, pushing as deep as any average cock could, though Sisco knew with certain smugness that neither of them were average where it mattered most for them. The way the horse backed into his beginnings of a rim job he could tell that Martyn needed it deep, and badly. Weakly under the bear's tight hold he humped his face, riding that muzzle deeper and deeper until Sisco's had reached as far as it could, jaws wide, lips suckling against the horse's succulent rim, joined with several inches of bear tongue sliming around his innards.

The horse's guts sucked on Sisco's tongue as if trying to draw him in further, hips still leaning back against him as he felt Martyn give a limp shiver, heavy panting and heady moans filling the room. But just as things were heating up, he pulled back, snickering as he heard a pitiful whine,

"Please," he breathed, the syllables stammered, "I need more than that..."

"I don't know. You shouldn't be selfish when it's my birthday." Another whine, a drawled whimper, ass swaying from side to side in a vain attempt to lure the bear in once more,

"I know, but... Please sir, just go a little deeper, please, I'll do anything."

"Anything?" The horse nodded, though not out of a sound decision. His mind was motivated by his arousal, not that that bothered Sisco. He grinned, smacking his lips loudly, greedily, like a glutton he puckered every sound for effect, "Well, it wouldn't be much of a birthday if I didn't eat my cake." He blew hot air against the stallion's still stretched and now sloppy hole, making him shudder feeling the bear so close, "I even provided the cream myself..."

He dove back in again, like a pig to the trough, and as he wormed his tongue into the boy's guts, he pushed just a little harder, just to see. His suspicions were quickly confirmed when he felt Martyn's hole give, enough slack to allow the polar bear to really test the boy's limits and see how much of a size queen he truly was. Sisco pressed his muzzle with more strength behind him and held apart the stallion's beefy ass as he felt the hole yield, slowly at first, but gradually he fed the beginnings of his snout into the horse's ruined ass. Above him the horse whinnied, some slight panic but a muzzle would have been no different to what he had taken before, and Sisco held firm as he boy's ass slurped over his face. Inch after inch of his muzzle pushed into the horse's hole, until finally, as Sisco lost all light, he was as deep as he was allowed to go, forehead nestled against Martyn's cleft, his Adam's apple dancing against the fattened sack. Hot cum oozed down his throat as it squelched and churned into his maw, Martyn's inner flesh feeling like wet, warm silk to his tongue. He was wary of his teeth, but gnawing gently on the folds that passed by his lips had the horse squirming on his face, unsure what to really do with himself as his brain tried to process the unreal sensations coursing through him. Sisco swallowed down both himself and the stallion, each taste and smell so distinct yet impossible to discern as it swamped his mouth, coated his tongue, soaked into his fur, and made sure that he would never smell fresh again for weeks to come. He growled happily in the horse's ass, the sound lost to the meaty insides, vibrating through his body as the bear practically forced his head through the wrecked opening.

Overhead Martyn moaned, a guttural sound that escaped his chest as he gave in to new pleasures. The bear tested how much give he had and slowly, carefully, stretched his jaw to widen the already loose hole. He stopped when it became too much for the horse, but it took some time to find that limit, Sisco nearly fully opening his mouth inside Martyn, hot guts sliding through his maw, until the stallion called the cautionary safe word.

Knowing where the boundaries lay, Sisco began his fun, pulling back out of the stallion's rear and watching as the black rim suckled around his muzzle as he withdrew. He could sense the male tensing up, body resisting hard not to just expulse his snout in a desperate bid to be empty and return to normal - whatever that was anymore. Martyn was experienced though, and kept as still and relaxed as he could as the bear eased his muzzle out of his hole. Once white fur now pasted in slick cum and lube retreated from the black musky rim, the flesh swollen, tender, and thoroughly abused just as the horse had asked it to be. Only when Sisco was just about to pull his nose free, feeling Martyn's muscles ready to expel him, he pushed back in, faster this time, harder, making the boy snatch at the bed sheets in an abrupt, intense and overwhelming sensation that he failed to put into words. The bear was not just rimming him, deeper than anyone could reach, but he was fucking him at the same time, that muzzle fashioned as some blunt, crude dildo, a true battering ram for something to be thrusting where it was. Martyn wailed, a quiet, staggered noise, as his ass slackened around the bear's face and allowed him the privilege of fucking him, working and stretching the boy's hole more than ever before.

Inside, Sisco gorged himself on the horse's guts, the inner anatomy slurping and suckling at his muzzle as it dove in and out. He ate his cum wherever he could find it, licking and lapping from every fold, wrinkle, and crevice there was inside the horse's colon, leaving nothing to chance as he went and double checked, even triple checked, for any remaining splash of seed. A smile creeped across his face as steadily, with more rhythmic pulses, the muscles inside Martyn's ass began to convulse, contracting tight in repeating ticks, and Sisco realised he must have creamed another load onto the bed, another orgasm milked from him but denied of any pleasure. He could hear the stallion panting hard, as if he could barely catch his breath, muttering incessantly any nonsense that came to mind, distinctly praising the bear's skills, crying out for mercy, begging for more, all at the same time.

Sisco had truly meant it when he said he was going to eat cake, as with two buns the horse had, you'd be an idiot to pass up the offer. But this was just one serving, he mused, as he pulled his muzzle out of the stallion's sloppy hole, the gaping crater bubbling with juices. They still had practically twenty-three hours to go, after all. He hadn't even gotten to wrap up his present yet or show Brazz what the horse had gotten him.

Happy birthday?

More like horny birthday.