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"Giddyup, bitch!" Chris yelled out in a mocking tone as he used his riding crop to deliver a harsh blow to Rex's ass, making the lion cry and whimper as he crawled towards the dungeon door with his elk master riding on his back, "Hurry up, slut! Come on!" _whack!_Another slap to the maneless lion's ass. Rex sobbed pathetically and tried his best to pick up the pace, crawling ever so slightly faster towards their destination. He soon managed to crawl up to the cold, steel dungeon door and nudge it open with his head before crawling inside. Chris's eyes went wide with surprise as they entered and he saw that his newest slave, the dragon Samson, had gotten free of his binds and seemed to have shrugged off the effect of the drug he'd been injected with. At that moment Samson was giving Jack hell, throwing him around, delivering hard, ruthless punches to his face and gut. Jack fought valiantly against the dragon, even managing to get a few good, direct hits on him. The two hadn't noticed their master's presence yet and the young slaver just sat back and watched the fight unfold, amused. He wondered who would win; the young, viral cougar or the strong, powerful dragon. Jack ducked and weaved under Samson's strikes and managed to rush him; throwing his arms around Samson's waist and pushing against the steel wall. Samson grunted as Jack got him pinned against the wall and delivered a harsh uppercut to his chin. Samson roared with pain and went for Jack, grabbing him by the throat and hurling him across the room. Jack cursed and gasped, the air knocked from him for a moment as he leapt to his feet just in time to take a punch from Samson which slammed against his left cheek. Jack cried out and leapt back, managing to dodge a follow-up blow from Samson by mere inches. They glared at each other, fists clenched and bodies tensed. Sam seemed to be in a bad way, which was surprising to the amused elk since the dragon appeared to have the upper hand. It seemed like he was sapped and tired. Jack must have given him quite the run for his money before Sam had broken free.

The two clashed again; fists flying, their bodies weaving back and forth as they dodged each other's attacks. Sam leapt forward, drawing his fist back but letting out a shocked gasp when he accidentally brought his foot down on a vibrator that Jack had been using on him not minutes ago and lost his footing. Jack saw his chance and tackled the dragon, forcing him to the floor and pinning him down under his weight before delivering a good, hard punch to Sam's face. The dragon saw stars, his ears ringing and his vision going blurry for a moment. Jack took advantage of his dazed state and snatched a collar and chain from the floor nearby and put it around Samson's neck. He stood up and attached the collar to a metal ring attached to the wall nearby. It was then that Chris made his presence known.

"Well done!" he called out, making Jack jump in surprise, "I'm impressed you managed to subdue him. Who knows what he would have done if he'd managed to escape." Chris paused for a moment, thinking to himself, before continuing, "You know what, slave? I think you've earned a few more privileges. Why don't we lock these two away and you can come upstairs with me and have dinner at the table, like a creature that actually matters?" Jack perked up at that. More privileges and more food was always welcome. With Jack hastily agreeing to dinner with Chris, the elk climbed off his lion bitch before guiding him into his cage and locking him up, alongside Samson who was gagged, blindfolded and tied to a hammock, which was suspended from the ceiling. He gestured for Jack to follow him and lead the bruised, naked cougar upstairs.

Dinner was served by Aaron, Chris's favourite slut. Jack was allowed to feast on real food that day, for a change. Roast beef with gravy, stuffing and potatoes. Chris watched, amused, as the cougar wolfed down the food as if he hadn't eaten in days.

"I expect you to be on your best behaviour tomorrow, slave." Chris spoke up, "I'm having guests over."

"Huh?" Jack looked up from his food curiously.

"I'm having some local gang leaders around." Chris explained, "I want to bring us all together, as one big unified gang."

"Huh... I didn't know you had so many connections."

"Heh, I'm more influential than most people thing. Aaron and his shitstain brother thought I was just some asshole school bully. But, like you said, I do have connections." Jack shrugged and got back to his food. It was all he cared about at that moment. Chris sat back, his slave Aaron standing nearby in case the superior male needed anything from him. Chris was too busy thinking about tomorrow to eat. He'd already invited all the local gang leaders over, although he was sure not all of them would come. A lot of them were stubborn, hostile buggers who wouldn't give him the time of day. That was fine. He'd deal with them in time.

As Chris had suspected, only three of the seven gang leaders he'd invited over showed up, along with a couple of their thugs for backup. He lead them into his office where he and the leaders sat around the table while the thugs stood nearby, ready for a fight if anything went down. Chris looked over their leaders. First off was Clayton, a big, muscular horse. Second was Dylan, a leopard, and the third gang leader was Tyson, a bear, and the gang leader Chris was most interested in, since Tyson was leader of one of the strongest gangs in town. If he could get in with him he'd gain quite a lot of influence in the gang world. Their thugs and bodyguards consisted of wolves, tigers, lions and a couple of cougars. Chris didn't care about them, they weren't the ones he wanted to impress. He was more interested in their leaders.

"What do you want, kid?" Clayton spoke up, "I'm giving you a chance here. Do you know how much street cred I'd lose if people found out I'd attended the meeting of a kid like you?" Chris glared at him. He wasn't the most respected gang leader in town. His age meant barely anybody took him seriously. That was going to change today, if Chris had anything to say about it.

"Straight to the point, huh?" Chris chuckled, "I see you're nervous. Maybe some food will calm you down." he snapped his fingers and a moment later an obedient, naked Aaron appeared at his side. The gang leaders regarded him with surprise. They hadn't noticed him lying in the corner like a housebroken dog when they arrived.

"Yes, Master?" Aaron said.

"Fetch our guests some food, dog." Chris said, "And be quick about it. We don't have all day."

"Yes, Sir." Aaron nodded, bowed and left the room for the kitchen.

"Er... Who was that?" Dylan asked.

"Him? He's one of my many slaves. My favourite slave, in fact." Chris said with a smug, proud smirk, "He's a navy boy. Tried to intimidate me because I was giving his brother shit. I put him in his place, as you can see." Aaron returned a moment later with a platter of snack and finger foods which he placed on the table.

"Anything else, Master?" he asked.

"No, I'm done with you for now. Go lie down in your cage while I entertain our guests."

"Yes, Master." Aaron bowed again and the gang leaders watched as he went over to his cage in the corner, climbed in and curled up.

"Shit..." Dylan said, clearly impressed by how much Aaron had been broken in.

"Alright, so how much did you pay that guy?" Tyson asked.

"What do you mean?" Chris said.

"You think I'm gonna believe that you turned that big guy into your slave? I bet you paid him some nice cash to pretend to be your bitch, huh?" Chris grimaced. It seemed the gangs still didn't respect him.

"I didn't pay him anything." Chris told him, "I broke him. I used, abused and fucked him until all he cared about was pleasing me." Tyson scoffed at that, clearly sceptical.

"Why did you bring us here, kid?" Clayton asked, "You didn't just want to flaunt your, er, slave at us, did you?"

"No." Chris shook his head, "I have a proposition for you. To put it simply: I want us to unify the gangs and create one powerful, unstoppable group."

"That right?" Tyson said with an amused grin, "And you think a kid like you can do that sorta thing?"

"I know I can." Chris answered, "Do you still need more proof of what I can do?"

"We're gonna need a whole lot more proof before we take anything you say seriously, boy." Clayton said.

"Proof, huh?" Chris said with a soft chuckle, "Oh, I have proof." he stood up, "Come with me. I have a demonstration for you. I'll show you exactly what I can do." the gang leaders all looked at each other tentatively. They were dubious and unsure of the elk's intentions. Kid or not, he was still the leader of a gang and could still be considered a rival of theirs. This could all be some sort of trap; a way for Chris to get rid of rival gang members.

"Are you coming?" Chris asked, now standing in the open doorway leading out of the room. The leaders hesitated, but eventually decided to go with him. Tyson was the first to get up from his seat, followed by Clayton and then Dylan. They and their bodyguards followed the young gang leader from the room and down into his cellar.

"Where are we going?" Dylan asked.

"You'll see." Chris answered. Dylan didn't like the sound of that answer and decided to keep his distance as the group followed him down. If anything were to happen he was hoping for the other two leaders to take the brunt of it. They watched as Chris unlocked a big, steel door, opened it up and went inside. He turned to them and gestured for them to follow.

"Come on, don't be shy." he said. They hesitated but eventually followed the elk inside, coming to a surprised and awed stop when they saw what awaited them inside.

"Holy shit..." Clayton said, staring at the sight presented to them.

They were greeted with the sight of Rex, Samson and Jack; the lion all caged up, naked, while Samson was bound to a hammock, still gagged and blindfolded, flailing wildly, kicking out as he tried to escape, which only made him twirl and spin comically. Behind him stood Jack, also naked, his big feline cock fully erect between his legs and a riding crop in his hand. He brought the crop down hard on Samson's ass, making him cry out in pain around the ball gag in his mouth. Jack would push him every so often, causing him to twirl faster, the cougar laughing cruelly as he watched the dragon spinning like a fool.

"These three guys," Chris said, "are my slaves. Samson over there, the dragon, is in the process of being broken. He's a tough one, I gotta admit, but he'll end up my slave just like everyone else. He'll make a good trophy too; a strong, wilful dragon like him. Jack there's his trainer. A slave just like everyone else, but he's earned a few privileges through good behaviour. And Rex over there..." he looked over at the caged lion with a wide, evil smirk, "He's the finished product. A broken, pathetic little slut who'll do whatever the real men want. Isn't that right, slave?!"

"Y-yessir." Rex whimpered. The gang leaders and their thugs were awestruck. This little shit, this kid they'd considered a mere poser just minutes ago, managed to break three fully grown men and turn them into his sex slaves? Not to mention that navy wolf they'd seen upstairs... Maybe Chris was more of a force to be reckoned with than they thought.

"So you paid some guys to pretend to be your slaves." Tyson said. Chris looked over at him with a raised eyebrow. "I'm sorry?" he asked.

"C'mon. You expect us to believe you did all this? A little shit like you?" Tyson scoffed. Chris growled in reply.

"Still don't believe me?" Chris asked, "Alright. I figured you'd need some more convincing. Jack!" he turned to the cougar who looked over at the group, "Show our guests what you can do. Break in the little slut dragon there."

"Heh, I'd be happy to." Jack said, turning his attention back to the bound, abused dragon.

He went over and tore the blindfold from Sam's head so that he could see exactly what Jack was doing to him. He dropped it to the floor before pulling the ball gag from his mouth, hanging it up and grabbing a ring gag to replace it.

"Y-you basta- nrrph!" his yelling was cut short when Jack shoved the ring gag onto him, making sure it was done up nice and tight.

"Shut up." Jack growled, slapping his cock against the dragon's nose. He rubbed his tip across his face before gripping his head hard and shoving his dick deep down Sam's throat. He heard the dragon groan, whimper and moan as he started to work his cock in and out of his maw, grunting with pleasure as he forced the slut to suckle on his manhood. The group of gangsters just stared in awe as they watched the big, scaly male having his face forcefully and brutally raped.

"Pathetic lizard!" Jack growled, ramming his whole cock deep down the bitch's throat, "Suck it good you whore! Come on, suck my dick!"

"Mrrph!" Samson groaned, trying to put on a strong front as he was used and humiliated. He was still a strong, proud dragon and he wasn't going to let himself be broken so easily. He felt his mouth being filled with Jack's salty pre-cum, the stuff being smeared across his tongue and the taste flooding his senses. Jack was still gripping his head tight and pulling him close, making sure he could get as much of his cock down his throat as possible.

"Mm! Filthy whore!" Jack grunted, his cock twitching and throbbing hard inside the helpless dragon's mouth. Samson tried to struggle but it was no use. Bound as he was, he could do nothing but kick and thrash as he was roughly face-fucked by the cougar, his pre-cum being poured down his throat. Some of the gang members watching started shuffling about, a tent forming in their pants as they were visibly affected by the show they were being given.

"You boys enjoying the show?" Chris asked with a grin. Nobody answered, instead they just stood there, watching, hands on their crotches and rubbing their increasingly hard bulges. Jack kept giving Sam's face some good, hard pounds, pushing his cock deep inside him with every hard, powerful thrust. Sam was choking and gagging on it, barely able to take the whole thing down his throat. Jack clenched his teeth, his body awash with pleasure as he raped his bitch's face, the sucking he was getting slowly pushing him towards his climax.

He suddenly pulled out, which took a considerable amount of self-control considering how close he was to blowing inside Sam's mouth. Samson looked up at him, curious as to why he'd decided to stop all of a sudden, not that he was complaining. Jack gave his face a few good slaps with his hard cock, smearing his scales with Sam's own spit.

"I think you've had enough of a taste." Jack said as he started to circle the bound dragon, "I wanna really give these boys a show!" he heard Samson moan in dismay as Jack grabbed his tail and moved it out of the way before positioning his cock against his entrance. Samson struggled with renewed vigour, not that it did much good. He was trapped, helpless and completely at the cougar's mercy. Jack thrust forward and buried his cock deep inside Sam's ass, forcing a loud, agonized cry of pain from the dragon.

"Mrrrrph!! Mmm!" Samson cried and whimpered, kicking out in a desperate attempt to get Jack to stop. Jack just laughed at his struggling and started fucking him, working his fat, throbbing dick in and out of his used slut hole. The sound of his hips slapping against Sam's scaly ass echoed around the room. Sam tried to push himself away from his tormentor but all he ended up doing was cause himself to start bouncing up and down on Jack's length, impaling himself on it, much to Jack's cruel amusement. As he continued to fuck Sam, he brought his slender feline tail between his legs and started stroking it gently against his vent. Samson moaned softly, his body shivering as he felt the appendage molesting his overly sensitive entrance.

"How's that feel, bitch?" Jack grunted, "You like it? Gonna get hard for me and show our audience how much you like dick up the ass?"

"Mmm!" Samson whimpered through the gag in his mouth as he was bred, used and teased. He could only despair as his body betrayed him and he felt his cock slowly starting to harden from his slit as Jack continued to tease him, rubbing his tail over his vent and starting to stroke his shaft and tip with it, making the dragon shiver and shake in his grasp. As much as Samson hated it he couldn't stop himself from growing harder until his length stood fully hard between his legs, bobbing up and down as Jack raped him hard.

"Holy fuck..." one of the gangsters said, shocked and surprised at how much control Jack had over his bitch. He'd never seen such a powerful looking male like Samson being broken like this before. Samson whimpered, his whole body tensing up and his ass clenching down like a vice around Jack's girth, his own cock starting to leak pre-cum down his shaft and onto the cold dungeon floor. Chris and the gang leaders were aware that some of the thugs had whipped out their cocks and were openly stroking themselves as they watched. Nobody stopped them, they were enjoying the show too much to worry about what the rest of the group were doing. They let them have their fun. The hammock shook and squeaked as Jack fucked the dragon slut, gripping his plump, scaly ass hard and pounding away, stretching his ass painfully around his thickness and making Sam moan under him.

"Mm, your ass is so fuckin' tight!" Jack grunted, "Such a nice little fuckhole! You like having my dick in you, whore?! C'mon, moan for me you little bitch!" he slammed in deep, making the bitch moan loudly. Samson could feel his own cock throbbing hard and tensing up, threatening to blow his load as Jack fucked him. He tried to hold back. He couldn't let Jack win. He couldn't let himself cum for him. He clenched his fists, his toes curling as his torment continued and his ass was ruthlessly pounded.

"Unnngh!" Samson moaned, his climax slowly building up despite his best efforts. He tried so hard to stop himself, but the fucking he was getting proved too much for him. With a loud, submissive moan, Samson felt his whole body shaking as he bucked his hips and shot his load all over the floor, his cock pumping out several thick ropes of the stuff as Jack continued to use him. Their audience stared, impressed and surprised, some of them even letting out laughs and jeers at the poor dragon's expense as they saw him brought to orgasm. Samson felt so humiliated and confused; why was his body betraying him like this?

He barely had time to recover from his orgasm before he felt Jack's seed flooding his bowels. The cougar shoved his entire cock inside him, pulling him close and roaring with pleasure as he came and filled the slut up. Jack gave him a few more good, hard pounds as his orgasm slowly subsided before he slipped his dick from his stretched, dripping hole. He went over to Sam's front, his hard, cum-covered cock presented to him.

"Clean it, whore!" he ordered as he grabbed the dragon's head and shoved himself inside his maw. Samson groaned and whimpered, the taste of Jack's cum filling his mouth as the cougar rubbed his length across his tongue, "Clean it! Come on, use your tongue, slut!" Sam whimpered but found himself doing as he was told, lapping at Jack's cock with his tongue, licking the cum from his shaft and swallowing it like a good, obedient little bitch. While he was doing that, Chris turned to his guests.

"Still need convincing?" he asked.

"Goddamn..." Dylan said, staring as he kept watching the dragon cleaning the cougar's cock.

"You don't need to decide if you believe in me yet." Chris said, "Why don't you all have some fun with him yourselves first?"

"Seriously?" Clayton asked.

"Seriously." Chris answered, "Go on. I won't stop you. Use him, humiliate him, fuck him. Do what you want." the thugs all looked at their leaders, eyes practically begging for them to say yes.

"Alright." Tyson said with a nod, "I'll bite. My dick could use a good hole to fuck. It's been a while." he approached Samson as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his already hard bear cock. Dylan, Clayton and their bodyguards all surrounded the dragon as Tyson took up position behind him and impaled the helpless scaly on his cock. Jack pulled his own length from Sam's mouth and stepped back to let someone else have a turn. First up was Dylan who hurriedly stepped in front of Sam, gripping his head and pushing forward, tilting his head backwards and gasping when he felt the slut start sucking on his manhood.

"Look at the little cocksucker!" he heard one of the thugs nearby say, "Don't he look good with a dick in his mouth?"

"Heh, he looks adorable!" another thug chuckled, "Never seen such a big guy like this turn into a bitch before. It'll be real nice to get my dick inside him."

"Hey, the bitch's still hard!" a third thug, a wolf, spoke up, kneeling down besides Samson and reaching over to grope his still hard cock, "I guess he really likes having cock in his ass after all!"

"Mrrrph!" Samson groaned around the feline dick in his mouth as the wolf molested him, squeezing and stroking his overly sensitive cock as he was raped from both ends.

"You like that, dragon?" the wolf smirked. He gave Samson's cock a good squeeze and then reached over with his free hand and ran in across the base of his length, rubbing his finger against his vent slit. Samson groaned and struggled as he felt the wolf press his digit against his entrance, eventually managing to force it inside him.

"Mrrrph!!" Samson cried out, eyes widening and body convulsing as the overstimulation overwhelmed him. It was all too much for him. The fucking, the humiliation, the attention to his slit. The room started to spin and his vision started to blur, he felt like he could pass out at any second. He felt the fucking he was getting from the leopard and bear intensify, their thrusts becoming harder and faster. It didn't take long before he felt the first of them blow their load inside him. Tyson was the first to cum; gripping his ass tight, digging his fingers into his scales as he wildly fucked him and filled him up, his cock throbbing and pulsing inside the slut's cum-filled hole. He pushed his whole length inside him and stayed like that for a few moments, panting as he enjoyed the feeling of his cock inside Samson's ass. He slid his cock from his body after a few moments, cum oozing from Sam's hole. Not a second passed before Clayton pushed Tyson out of the way and had his own throbbing horse cock shoved inside the bitch. Sam let out a loud but muffled cry around the dick in his mouth as his hole was stretched wide around Clayton's girth.

"Ohh fuck!" Clayton gasped, "The bitch really does have a tight ass!" he wasted no time in fucking him, going from zero to a hundred in a matter of seconds, his hips a blur as he worked in and out of Sam's ass which gave little resistance to the intruding equine member.

Dylan came soon after, blowing his load inside Sam's mouth as he humped into his face, holding him close and making sure he took every single drop inside of him. He stepped back once he was done and let one of his thugs, a big, muscle-gutted tiger, take his place. Samson lay there in the hammock, barely able to struggle at his point as he was used, abused and humiliated. The wolf below him continued to play with his cock and vent, making him whimper and sob. To his dismay he felt a tingling in his crotch, another load quickly building up. Unable to stop himself, the wolf who was stroking him managed to coax a good, thick load of cum from his cock. The thugs watching all pointed and laughed, mocking the slut of a dragon as his seed covered the floor and the wolf continued to play with him. His sobbing intensified as the overstimulation continued; his vent and cock still being teased and abused long after he'd cum.

Tears streamed down the dragon's face, his ass racked with pain as Clayton kept fucking him hard and rough. Every second felt like an hour to the once proud dragon who could do nothing but go limp and let the group of horny males use him while he hoped and prayed they'd just get it over with quickly. He soon found his mouth once again filled with cum, the tiger pulling out suddenly to blow a few good loads all over his face and smear him with the stuff. Another thug took his place, a lion this time, who immediately got to work fucking the dragon's maw. Chris stood nearby, watching, a wide, evil grin on his face. He was enjoying the show. A few of the thugs that had been watching and stroking themselves had reached boiling point and their cocks soon erupted all over the dragon's naked body, coating his once glorious scales with their thick, sticky seed.

The gang-raping of the helpless dragon went on for so long. Every time someone came inside him someone else was ready to take their place. Not a second went by where one of his holes wasn't filled with cock. At one point two of the thugs managed to shove both their cocks inside his stretched fuck hole at once, causing searing pain to course through his behind. Before long Samson was a sobbing, cum-soaked mess, his face covered in tears and cum while the seed of dozens of gang members poured from his distended ass. Eventually, after what felt like hours of ongoing torture, everyone had finally had their fill and stepped away from their slut who was now unrecognisable in the state he was in.

"Looks like you boys had fun." Chris smirked, "You really did a number on him."

"Damn right. Fine little slut you got there." Tyson chuckled, "But I think I'm gonna want more proof before I accept you as a real gang leader, kid."

"More proof?" Chris asked with a scowl, "I just let you turn that guy into a fucking mess of a cum dumpster and you still want proof?"

"Yeah, you heard me." Tyson glared down at the elk before looking over at Jack, "Hey you, cat. Why don't you go clean up our friend over there?" he gestured to Samson, "Slut's got a lot of jizz in his ass. Lick it up for me."

"Huh?!" Jack grimaced and looked to Chris, "H-hey, you're not gonna make me do this, are you?" Chris just shrugged.

"You heard the man. Go clean the slut's ass for us."

"But-"

"Are you defying your master, bitch?!" Chris growled, "Looks like all those privileges I've given you've made you too big for your boots. Maybe I should take them away."

"N-no, please, I'll do it!" Jack gulped, "Just... Just let me eat real food again, please!"

"You want to keep your privileges? Then get licking." Chris said. Jack hesitated before reluctantly making his way over to Samson's cum-dripping hole. He knelt down and grimaced, his nose scrunching up with disapproval as he forced himself to lean forward and start licking up the cum from Samson's hole. The dragon shivered suddenly when he felt his wet tongue start lapping at his entrance.

"Euurgh..." Jack groaned, obediently cleaning the dragon's ass. The gangs all watched as he did, chuckling as the cougar was made to lick up and swallow the stale cum from inside the dragon's stretched hole.

"You know what?" Tyson said, "I think I want some fun with this kitty's ass." Jack looked up suddenly when the big bear started approaching him, his ursine cock fully erect between his thick, powerful legs.

"Hey, wait!" Jack gasped, "Chris- er, Master, stop him!" Chris just shrugged.

"Ah, just take it like a man." he said, "I'm sure he'll be gentle with you."

"Gentle my ass." Tyson said, gripping Jack's ass and pulling it towards him, "I'm gonna fuckin' break this slut!"

"Please no!" Jack begged, his once stern, dominant demeanour quickly giving way, "I-I can't take it- arrrgh!" he cried out, the throbbing bear cock penetrating him, forcing his hole to stretch around his length. Jack's fingers clawed at the floor as he tried to ignore the pain.

"I didn't say you could stop!" Tyson growled, "Keep cleaning that whore's ass!" he reached forward and gripped Jack's head fur, lifting him up and shoving his face back into Samson's ass. With a defeated whimper Jack started lapping up the cum from Sam's hole, swallowing the stuff while Tyson started pounding away at his ass. The group of gangsters nearby watched, unable to tear their eyes away from the show in front of them, a few of them having reached full arousal yet again and had started touching themselves. Rex watched on nearby, a dark feeling of glee rising inside of him as he watched the man who humiliated and broke him being used right in front of his eyes.

Jack felt so humiliated. He couldn't believe how quickly he'd gone from the tough, dominant male he was while breeding Samson to the pathetic bitch he was now. He wished he had the strength and courage to defy Chris, but the harsh truth was that he just couldn't. He'd seen what Chris could do, what he did to people who defied him or tried to get the better of him. He was a cunning, evil little shit. Jack's whimpering and crying was muffled by the cum-dripping taint he had his face shoved into and Tyson was still fucking his ass raw, giving the side of his rump the odd slap for good measure every now and again.

"Keep cleaning it, kitty." Tyson growled, making sure to keep a good, firm grip on Jack's head while he at the dragon out. He licked and licked, swallowing the cum that dripped from Sam's ass until it was all clean. Once that was done, Tyson shoved his head to the floor, "Now clean the floor, bitch! Plenty of cum down there too!" Jack whimpered and hesitated long enough for Tyson to grow impatient, "Now, boy!" he gave his ass a hard slap which got a pained moan from the cougar who quickly got to work, licking the cum up from the cold floor, wincing as he did.

Tyson fucked him harder, jostling Jack's whole body as he brutally ploughed him, his big, furry balls tensing up as he bred that tight ass of Jack's. Moments later and Tyson gave out a loud, guttural roar, flooding the cougar's insides with his seed. Jack gasped and gave out a whimpering moan as he felt the stuff filling him up, coating his passage with the thick cum as Tyson kept pounding away at him until his climax subsided and he pulled out, letting the feline collapse to the floor.

"Not bad." he said as he stood up, "Not bad at all." he turned to Chris who was looking at him expectantly.

"You trust me now?" he asked. Tyson crossed his arms and shook his head.

"How do I know you didn't just hire some slut to pretend to be your bitch, huh?"

"Are you serious?" Chris asked, "Are you fucking serious?"

"What's wrong, elk boy? You getting upset? You need to go get your mommy or something?"

"Fuck you." Chris spat, "I let you use my slaves, my property, and you still don't believe in me?" Tyson just shrugged.

"Hey, it's gonna take a lot of convincing to make me think you can unite the gangs like you want to, boy." Chris clenched his fists in anger.

"Slave!" he called over to Jack, "I have a job for you!"

"Huh...?" Jack groaned, getting to his feet, clearly exhausted after his pounding.

"Break this fucker for me." Chris said, "I'll get him on my side one way or another."

"Ha! So that's how it is, huh?" Tyson laughed, turning to face Jack, "You think you can take me? Huh?" Jack glared up at the bear. Usually he'd have no problem taking him on, but after the humiliation he just endured he was feeling more than a bit drained. He was about to consider backing down when Chris pulled something from his jacket pocket; a syringe. He jammed it into Tyson's thigh who spun around with a sudden cry.

"Ah! What the hell was that?!" he roared in anger.

"Just something to even the odds a bit." Chris chuckled.

"You little- ah... Oh shit..." Tyson cursed, the room spinning and his legs giving way. He collapsed to the floor, unable to keep himself upright, "What... Have you done to me...?"

"Like I said; it's just a little something to even the odds. Don't worry, it won't knock you out or anything, you'll still be conscious. I want you to be conscious for this. Slave." he looked at Jack and snapped his fingers.

"Yes, Sir!" Jack said eagerly, happy to get his revenge on the guy that had just fucked and humiliated him.

He stepped up to the helpless bear and shoved his foot down hard on his head, pressing him against the floor and rubbing his face against the cum that had been splattered across it by the many horny gangsters.

"Why don't you clean the floor, asshole?" Jack grunted, "Well? You were happy enough to make me clean that slut's ass, so why don't you clean the floor?"

"F-fuck you!" Tyson spat.

"Tch, suit yourself." Jack growled, pressing his foot down harder on Tyson's head. The bear grunted and struggled but whatever Chris had injected him with had left him numb and barely able to move. He looked over to his gang members who stood nearby, staring in shock, their cocks standing erect while they're leader was abused.

"Help me, you fucks!" Tyson roared as best he could, his voice hoarse and weak, "Get this asshole off me!" a couple of the thugs were about to obey, but a piercing glare from Chris put them back in their place and they stopped, "What are you doing?! Don't be afraid of that brat!" his thugs weren't listening. After seeing what Chris could do, none of them wanted to invoke his ire. Tyson cursed and spat at them as Jack pushed down hard on his head, practically stamping on him at this point. He felt his mouth being pressed against a nearby pool of cum, the stuff entering his mouth and making him gag.

"That's a good bitch! Plenty of cum for you to clean, so you better get to it!" Jack laughed wickedly. Tyson was about to retort when he found his mouth pressed up against the cum-stained floor. He winced as he felt the stuff making contact with his tongue, the taste of stale jizz filling his maw. Jack chuckled when he saw the disgusted look on his face, "Better get used to it, you got plenty of floor to clean. Maybe I'll have some fun with your ass while you work." Tyson felt the cougar's foot leave his head and then felt Jack's warm hardness pressing against his taint.

"G-get away from there!" Tyson growled, "I'm warning you...!"

"You're warning me?" Jack laughed, "Yeah? What're you gonna do, huh? C'mon, stop me! Stop me, you fucker!" he grabbed his ass unhindered and thrust forward, his cock missing the mark by the slights of inches but still managing to slip inside regardless. Tyson cried out in pain, his whole body tensing up in an attempt to ignore the pain in his ass. Jack had his whole cock shoved inside him in seconds. He was tight; very tight. An ass virgin for sure. Jack fucked him long and hard, mocking and insulting Tyson while he went. The bigger male tried his best to stay strong and indomitable, but he was blissfully unaware of the skills Jack had that made him a professional breaker. He could feel every single inch Jack shoved into him, his cock hitting his prostate with every other thrust. The hard bear cock that hung between Tyson's legs slapped against his belly as Jack shook his body with his fucking. He could feel it throbbing, twitching, and begging for release as the cougar had his way with him. He was shocked at how much control Jack had over him. He felt like he could cum hands-free at any moment, but every time he felt his load building up Jack would slow down, as if he knew how close he was, keeping him constantly at the edge of orgasm. The feeling of being so close for so long soon drove him wild and crazy. He whimpered and moaned, his cock pouring pre-cum down his shaft as he was bred mercilessly. Jack leaned forward and growled into the bear's ear.

"Mrrrr, listen to you moan, bitch." he breathed, slamming in deep and making his bitch moan under him, "You're a filthy little whore, aren't you?" he raised his hand up high and brought it down hard on Tyson's ass, "Take my dick, bitch! Heh, look at all your boys over there jerking themselves while they watch! Guess they don't have much respect for their big, tough leader, huh?"

"S...stop..." Tyson whimpered.

"What's that? You want me to stop?" Jack asked.

"Y-yes..."

"Then beg! Beg nice and loud so everyone can hear!" he slapped his plump ass again, pistoning his cock in and out of his now sore hole.

"Nghh!" Tyson gritted his teeth, reluctant to give in to the feline.

"I'm waiting!" Jack growled. Tyson cried out, his ass constantly being stretched wide around Jack's hard girth. He needed it to stop. He couldn't take it; the strange mix of pain and invasive pleasure he felt while being fucked like this and the constant need to cum while his orgasm was constantly denied to him... He swallowed his pride. As humiliating as it was, he needed it to be over.

"Please!!" he cried out, voice echoing around the cold, steel dungeon, "Please stop! I'm begging you!" the crowd watching were shocked, all except Chris and his slaves of course who fully expected Tyson to give in eventually, although Chris was surprised he'd started begging already. He thought the big, strong bear would have lasted longer than that. He was disappointed in him, to say the least.

"I bet you need to cum, don't you?" Jack asked with an evil grin. He knew the answer, but he wanted to hear Tyson say it.

"Yes!" he answered with a whimper, "Y-yes, I need it so bad!" his cock twitched as if to confirm his words.

"How bad?" Jack asked, his cock slamming against the bear's g-spot once again, making him quiver and shake.

"S-so bad! I need to cum so bad!" Tyson sobbed, "Please let me cum!" he pushed backwards, letting Jack's cock filled his passage in a desperate attempt to gain favour with him so that the cougar would finally let him blow his load, "P-please...?"

"Dirty slut." Jack spat, "I might let you cum... If I feel like it." he gave Tyson's ass a few good, hard pounds, making sure his entire cock was shoved as deep inside the ursine as he could get it. Tyson buried his head in his arms, sobbing against his fur. He suddenly felt a wetness splattering across his body. Some of the thugs that were jerking off to the show were reaching climax and cumming across him. It was then that he realized how far he'd fallen in just the space of a few minutes. This morning he was a strong, proud gang leader, and now he was a slutty bitch for this cougar and his master, his own men having lost all respect for him and were now coating him with their cum.

Jack's thrusting intensified and he gripped Tyson's ass hard.

"You want to cum, bitch?" Jack grunted, "Tell me you want to cum!"

"I-I want to cum!" Tyson moaned, "I need to cum, please!!"

"Push back!" Jack ordered. Tyson did so, pushing back as hard as he could and crying out as he felt his ass filled with hard cougar cock. Jack picked up the pace and pounded him harder, faster, making him cry and moan under him. Jack was getting close, and as an act of mercy, as well as to show his dominance, decided to let Tyson finally get what he wanted. He soon reached a fever pitch with his fucking and Tyson soon felt his impending load approach. He couldn't hold back for long. After a few moments of brutal fucking he gave out a loud, guttural moan, his cock pulsing and blowing load after load of hot bear jizz across the floor. Jack laughed, a mocking and victorious laugh that sent chills down Tyson's spine. He went limp, his aching cock shooting a dozen loads of hot bear spunk before calming.

"Holy shit, he came..." one of Tyson's thugs spoke up.

"You hear how much he begged for it?" another one said.

"What a pathetic loser..."

Tyson couldn't believe what was happening... Those insulting, humiliating words coming from his own soldiers' mouths, from the mouths of the men he'd trusted enough to promote through the ranks of his gang... And now they were all treating him like dirt. His dismayed thoughts were interrupted when he felt a warm flooding his body. Jack was cumming inside of him, his entire length buried inside him as he filled him up. He gave a couple more humps inside him before pulling out and stepping back.

"Filthy whore." he scoffed. Tyson looked up at the audience, some of them just watching, some of them playing with themselves, all of them shocked at what just happened.

"So..." Chris spoke up, "What do you think of me now?" he stepped up to the used, broken bear, "Why don't you swear loyalty to me, slut? Unless you want to be broken some more." Tyson looked up at him. He couldn't handle anymore, but his pride wouldn't let him swear loyalty to someone else, certainly not someone like Chris. He sensed Tyson's hesitation and turned away, "Fine. I'll just keep working you until you're ready to submit." he looked over at the group of thugs nearby, "Hey, why don't you boys have a go?" the group of big, burly males looked at each other, unsure.

"Er... Seriously...?" one of them, a wolf, spoke up.

"Sure. Fuck him, use him, do what you want." he looked down at the wolf's erect cock, "Don't act like you don't want to." the wolf had to admit, it was a very tantalising offer. Tyson looked up at them, eyes pleading for mercy despite his best efforts to put on a brave face. He tried to look tough and intimidating. He used to be able to intimidate his men into doing what he wanted with just a simple glare... But not anymore. Not now that he'd been put in his place and made a bitch like the rest of Chris's slaves.

"Alright." the wolf said, stepping past Chris and approaching his used and abused leader, "I'll do it. Can never say no to a good dick sucking!" he knelt down, grabbed Tyson by the ears and lifted his head up before shoving his wolfhood deep down his throat.

"Mrrph! Mm!" Tyson moaned and struggled weakly. The rest of the thugs followed the wolf's lead and Tyson soon felt his ass being prodded by a big, thick tiger cock which soon penetrated his body, stretching him wide and forcing out muffled whimpers from him. Chris watched, standing back with his arms crossed, watching as his new slave was humiliated in front of him. He felt like a king witnessing a disobedient servant being punished.

They all had a turn fucking, using and humiliating him. They'd spank his ass, fuck his face, cover and fill him with cum. They'd play with his cock and laugh at him whenever he came, ever climax further cementing his place as a filthy, slutty little bitch. It only took a few minutes for him to be a completely cum-drenched mess. Chris called the gangbang off after Tyson had the dozenth load shot inside of him.

"You ready to swear your loyalty to me, bitch?" he asked. Tyson looked up at him. He'd had enough. He was broken, a shadow of the man he once was; the man he was not an hour ago. He nodded weakly, "I can't hear you." Chris said.

"Y...yes..."

"Louder." Chris ordered, "Call me master. Say "Yes, Master". Do it."

"Yes... Yes, Master..." Tyson whimpered, his voice barely audible.

"I can't hear you, whore!" Chris growled, his voice becoming deep, loud and aggressive.

"Yes, Master!!" Tyson yelled, "Yes, Master!" the room went silent. Everyone was too shocked to say anything. This was what one of the strongest gang leaders in town was reduced to in a matter of minutes... All through the actions of some pissant kid.

"Heh... That's a good little slut." Chris smirked and presented his foot to the bear, "Kiss it." Tyson did so without objection. He leaned forward and planted several big, sloppy kisses on his master's foot, "Good boy. Now then-" he stopped when he heard the sound of the doorbell sounding through the speakers in the corner, "Hm, that must be my other guest..." he pulled his foot away and started towards the exit, "Do what you want with the sluts down here, boys. I'll be back soon." and with that he was gone, leaving Tyson and the rest of his slaves alone with the room of big, horny gang members as he went upstairs and answered the door. As he expected, it was Matt; the brother of his favourite slave. He looked nervous, which was to be expected. He was coming to talk to the man who turned his big, tough navy brother into his cockslut after all. Chris was curious about the bag Matt was carrying with him, but didn't give it much thought. He knew that whatever was inside was likely some way for him to try and get the better of Chris and rescue his brother, but he wasn't too concerned considering how is previous attempts at getting him back had gone.

"You're here for our meeting." Chris said. It was a statement, not a question. Matt nodded.

"Yeah... Is, um... Is Aaron here?"

"Of course." Chris said, "He'll be with us soon. Come in." he stepped aside and let the young wolf inside before closing the door behind him. He gestured for Matt to follow, which he did, into the parlour where they both took a seat. Matt dropped his bag, but made sure it was within arm's length.

"Slave! Drinks!" Chris called out, snapping his fingers. A moment later a naked Aaron appeared, holding a platter with a wine bottle and two glasses. Matt gulped, clearly uncomfortable seeing his brother like this. His fur was messy and unkempt and covered in dry cum. Aaron put the platter down on the table and poured the two of them a glass of wine each, "Good slave." Chris said, "Now on your knees. You know what to do."

"Yes, Master." Aaron said. He knelt down between Chris's spread legs and unzipped the elk's pants, pulling them down and fishing his already hard cock from them. Matt stared in horror as his brother obediently began sucking on it without a second though. What's more, he looked like he needed it, like he was hungry for cock. He had his hand on the shaft's base and was stroking it as he greedily suckled on it, bobbing his head up and down his length and moaning around his girth.

"Ohh! Easy there, fucktoy!" Chris gasped, "I know how much you like my cum, but you don't want me to blow too early, do you?"

"Mmm..." Aaron moaned in reply and seemed to calm down slightly.

"That's a good boy." he turned his attention to Matt who was staring at his brother aghast, "He's a good cocksucker. Real good. He really knows how to work a cock." he paused and smirked wickedly, "Would you like a turn?"

"No!" Matt gasped, "N-no..."

"Eh, suit yourself." Chris shrugged, "More slut for me." Matt grimaced. He couldn't believe the wolf in front of him was his brother.

"W-why... Why did you want me to come here?" Matt asked.

"Ah, right, well... You've given me a lot of toys lately, besides your brother I mean... Those two breakers, that dragon... So, I decided to reward you with a chance to get your slut of a brother back."

"Huh?" Matt perked up, "Seriously?"

"Heh, of course." Chris said, "You've just got to do one thing for me." Matt's ears drooped. Of course there was a catch, "Get down on your knees, suck me off, and swallow." Matt gulped nervously.

"You... You want me to...?"

"You heard me. I've sent you plenty of videos of your brother sucking my dick, you should know how to do it by now." He stared down at Chris's crotch, his cock still being worked in and out of his brother's eager maw.

"You'll really give him back if I do this?" Matt asked.

"Of course. Would I lie?" Chris asked. Matt had no doubt that this was some kind of trick. He'd likely just tell Matt to get out once he was done sucking him off... But he had to try. He'd do anything to get his brother back. With a reluctant nod Matt slid off his chair and Aaron moved away from Chris, letting his younger brother have a turn. Matt stared at the cock presented to him, his muzzle now inches away from Chris's hardness.

"Open up, wolfy boy!" Chris said, gripping his shaft and slapping it against Matt's nose.

"It's for Aaron..." Matt thought to himself, "Just remember: you're doing this for your brother." he braced himself and opened up wide, leaning forward slowly and eventually taking the tip of Chris's member inside him. Suddenly, he felt Chris grip him hard by the ears and force him down on his length.

"That's a good pup!" he laughed, forcing his entire cock inside him, "Suck my cock good! Suck it like your brother does!" Matt groaned and choked on the hard rod in his mouth, struggling against the elk's hold to no avail, "Quit struggling!" Chris ordered, "You want your brother back, don't you? So take it like a good boy!" Matt's struggling stopped. As much as he hated to admit it, if he wanted his brother back he was going to have to take whatever Chris was going to dish out. With a defeated groan he started sucking on his manhood, letting his bully control his movements. Chris moved him up and down his cock as if he were nothing but an object or toy to him, bucking his hips and humping into his maw as he forced the younger male to pleasure him, "You watching, slave?" he looked at Aaron, "Doesn't your brother look good with a dick in his mouth?"

"Yes, Master." Aaron said.

"Ohh! And he's so good at dick sucking! I guess it runs in the family, eh?"

"Yes, Master." Aaron said again.

"I bet your daddy sucks good cock too." Chris grunted, "Bunch of sluts, all of you. You were made for sucking the dicks of real men like me."

"Of course, Master. I live to pleasure you." Aaron said. It hurt hearing his brother talking like this, but Matt tried to tune it out, still sucking and bobbing on Chris's cock. His mouth was filled with the taste of Chris's cock and he could feel the elk's pre slipping down his throat as he sucked on him. Chris wasn't going easy. He face-fucked Matt good and hard, making sure his brother was watching every second of it while he violated his maw.

Chris didn't last too long, although any amount of time was longer than Matt would have liked. Eventually he felt Chris tense up, the grip on his head tightening. He was close, Matt could feel it. Chris tilted his head back and closed his eyes, and that's when Matt made his move. He managed to force himself off of his cock, shove his hand into the bag he'd brought with him and pull out his stun gun. Chris barely had time to release what was going on before he felt a powerful jolt of electricity shooting through his balls as Matt pressed it against his crotch.

"Ahh! Fuck!!" Chris cried out, leaping from his chair, the sudden shock managing to send him over the edge. He blew his load all over Matt's face, covering his fur, as well as the carpet, chair and table with the stuff as he flailed wildly, tripping over himself and being sent hurtling to the floor, his head slamming against the edge of the table on his way down, knocking him unconscious. Matt got up and spat the cum from his mouth while Aaron whimpered and panicked over the attack on his master. Matt quickly grabbed his bag and fished out a couple length of rope before hog tying the elk. He then pulled out his phone and snapped a few good pictures. They would act as leverage against the elk if he tried any of this shit again. Next up on the list was getting rid of him. The basement would do. He didn't care what happened to him, but he liked the idea of kicking him down into the basement for him to rot. He grabbed Chris's one unbroken antler and pulled him through the house until he found the way down into the basement before unceremoniously pushing him down the stairs and slamming the door closed. He returned to Aaron.

"W-where's Master...?" the older wolf whimpered.

"He's not your master anymore." Matt told him, "You don't have to do what he says now. I'm here to free you." Aaron gave him an odd, confused look.

"You... You beat up my master... That means you're my master now."

"What?" Matt asked, "No, I'm not your master... Aaron, I'm your brother! Shit, Aaron, what did he do to you...?" he sighed and shook his head. He hoped to high heaven that the stun gun to the balls really hurt Chris, "Look, let's just get out of here. I need to get you home as soon as possible."

"Slave can't go anywhere without his leash and collar."

"You can't be serious...?" Matt asked.

"It's the rules. Slave needs his leash and collar whenever he leaves the house." Aaron said. Matt just sighed. They didn't have time for this. He didn't want to risk Chris waking up and escaping before they had a chance to get out of there.

"Fine, fine, where's your... leash and collar...?" he felt dirty asking that, and even dirtier when he realized Aaron likely wasn't going to leave unless Matt was guiding him with that leash. Aaron happily led Matt into Chris's room where he dug around in the elk's closet and pulled out a black, spiked collar and a chain leash. He put them on himself and handed Matt the leash before getting down on all fours.

"Where does Master want to take me?" he asked.

"Fucking hell..." Matt said, looking down at the broken, pathetic shadow of the wolf he knew as his brother, "Come on, let's get you home already..."

They cut through the scenic routes, park pathways and even through a couple people's gardens in order to avoid being spotted by people walking down the street. Matt really didn't want to explain why he was walking his brother like he was some kind of feral dog. It was night by the time they reached their home and they both sneaked inside. Explaining the situation to his parents was something else Matt didn't want to have to do. They climbed the stairs carefully, softly, making sure not to disturb their parents until they finally reached Matt's room. The younger brother closed the door after them and gave a relieved sigh.

"Thank fuck." he said, "Finally safe..."

"What now, Master?" Aaron asked, still sitting on all fours, "Oh! Master, your shoes are all dirty! Let slave clean them." he leaned forward and licked at Matt's mud-encrusted shoes. Matt immediately stepped back.

"Hey, stop that!" he ordered. Aaron gave him a confused look.

"I'm sorry, Master. Did slave do badly?"

"No, Aaron, stop talking like that! You're not a slave, not anymore, do you understand me?" the constant confused look on Aaron's face told him that he didn't. Matt cursed and shook his head. He didn't know what to do. He was well and truly broken, he had no idea how to reverse what Chris had done to him, "Look... You need a lot of rest, and it's getting late. Let's just go to sleep, okay? We can talk about this tomorrow."

"Yes, Master." Aaron nodded and curled up on the floor.

"What are you doing?" Matt asked, "My bed's big enough for both of us." he was well past the point of considering it weird to sleep in the same bed as his brother. There was nowhere else for him to sleep, and he definitely didn't want him sleeping on the floor.

"Slaves don't get beds." Aaron said, "Slaves sleep on the floor. Beds are for masters."

"Aaron, come on! This is ridiculous!" Matt pleaded desperately, but it was no use. Aaron wasn't budging.

"Goodnight, Master." he said. Matt gave a defeated groan and conceded.

"Alright... Fine... Sleep on the floor then..." he said, "Goodnight, Aaron." he switched the lights off, pulled off his clothes and got into bed. He was uncomfortably aware of how Aaron was staring at him while he undressed. He knew the older wolf wanted to pleasure him the same way he was made to pleasure Chris and it made him sick to his stomach. Despite how frightened, confused and unsure he was, Matt eventually managed to drift to sleep.

"Mm... Ohh, that's good..." Matt groaned as consciousness returned to him and the morning light filled his room. He felt a pleasant warmth on his crotch, a soft hand on his shaft and a gentle sucking on his tip. He instinctively bucked his hips and gave a soft moan. He didn't know what was going on, but he liked it. It felt so good. He could feel his lupine cock twitching and throbbing as he woke up. Whoever was sucking his cock really knew what they were doing. He was seconds away from blowing his load when his eyes snapped open, his mind clearing suddenly. He threw his covers off and stared in horror as he watched his own brother sucking on his cock.

"A-Aaron! Sto- ahh!" Matt's objections were cut short as his older brother pushed him past the point of no return. He bobbed his head up and down his shaft faster, sucked on him harder until he felt Matt's thick, warm seed splattering across his tongue. He swallowed the stuff eagerly, loving the taste, savouring it, still sucking until Matt's orgasm had stopped. He panted and looked up at the younger wolf.

"Mmm, my new Master tastes amazing." he said. Matt stared back, speechless and horrified. He might have gotten his brother back in the physical sense, but Chris had done a lot of damage. He was going to have to find a way to turn him back into the strong, proud alpha male he once was. He'd stop at nothing to undo what Chris had done to him.

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"Ngghh..." Chris gave a weak groan as his senses returned to him. He could hear people talking around him; familiar voices... The voices of the gang members he'd invited over. He opened his eyes but all he could see was pitch black. He was blindfolded... What's more, he'd been suspended in mid-air, tied and bound in a sling, naked with his legs splayed.

"So, I guess our gangs are unified." he heard Clayton's voice speak up.

"Looks like it." that was Tyson's voice, "Why don't we seal the deal by teaching this little gangster wannabe punk a lesson?"

"Sounds like a plan!" Chris could hear Dylan laughing. His blindfold was suddenly torn from him and he was greeted by a throng of naked men. The gang leaders, their thugs and guards, all naked with their cocks erect.

"W-what the fuck is this?! What do you think you're doing?! Who the hell do you think you- arrrgh!" his outraged screaming turned to muffled cries as he felt his mouth suddenly filled with Tyson's cock.

"You talk too much." he grunted, "But we don't have to worry 'bout that. You won't be able to talk with the amount of dick sucking you'll be doing!" the gang members all laughed as they closed in around the helpless elk. His ass was soon penetrated by Clayton's massive horse cock and he cried out in agony around Tyson's member, struggling in vain as they gave him a long overdue taste of his own medicine. All of Chris's struggles were in vain. He could barely move in this sling. The males who weren't using his holes all manhandled him, groping at his cock, his nipples, his balls, all while jerking themselves off, some of them reaching climax fairly quickly and covering his naked body with their seed. It only took a few loads of cum pumped inside of him from both ends for him to realize how hopeless his situation was... He couldn't escape. He couldn't do anything... They were going to use him just like he'd used so many other males in the past, and a feeling of pure dread welled up inside him as he realized that, soon enough, they were going to turn him into the same kind of broken, ruined slut that he'd turned his many victims into.