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Above him came a whistle. The badger was evidently impressed.

"Damn, Seb!" He proclaimed as he watched, stood over the polar bear who barely made a tremble on all fours as behind him the boar slid his greased up arm right up to his pits in the bear's thick ass, "You weren't kiddin' when you said he was bottomless!"

"What do you think for a year's work?" The boar was smug, Craig could tell in his tone. He had attuned to every one of the male's intonations and expressions as if they were as instilled into him as his own instincts. His guts convulsed around the beefy limb slipping its way through him like a tunnel of nothing but hollowed flesh, fist, forearm and bicep all pressing deeper and deeper as Sebastian showed off the fruits of his labour.

Or rather, it was Craig's labour. Twelve long, tireless months of training under the boar's incessant regimen. Craig had been a near enough virgin when he had approached Sebastian, but now he was barely even satisfied by men's cocks anymore, riding them until they came but begging to be filled again with more, until he could feel just a semblance of tightness that he'd once had. A year of being plugged constantly, if not with a harness then riding a dildo, unless of course Sebastian initiated one of the many countless sessions in which neither hole was neglected, it had left him with a hole stretched beyond comprehension, lips hanging between his cheeks. The boar had taken to naming his hole his pussy for the way his rim had lost its form, and deep down Craig knew that something irreversible had been done to him, not that going back crossed his mind anymore. In the early days it had, but once he had adjusted and grown accustomed to the constant fullness and overwhelming pressure of the strain on his ass, it had been smooth sailing. Now there wasn't a day that could go by where he didn't unconsciously latch his largest plug into his harness and slip it into his hole - of course, assuming he ever removed the plug at all, save only to relieve himself.

"I remember back when you first whored him out to me, tighter than a fuckin' boy on his eighteenth birthday," an extra set of paws gripped at the bear's swollen cheeks, his once flabby rump now pert from the added benefits of Sebastian's fitness training to take him from divorced forty something slob to a manicured beefcake who looked half his age. The badger pried apart his buttocks to truly expose the bear's wrecked cunt, hole barely pursed around the boar's shoulder. He could have taken more easily. He had taken much more in the past... "Just look at the bitch, and he barely even flinches!"

"Oh he begs for it now. Every day he's on his paws and knees sticking that ass up for anybody who'll have him."

"Speaking of which, have you found him a loving home yet?"

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about," Sebastian began to withdraw his arm, and Craig had to hold firm and bite his lip as he felt his guts convulse and slip against themselves as the sudden rush of emptiness overcame him. Inch after inch pulled from him and he fought hard not to squirm, keeping his back arched and rump pushed intently in the boar's direction. "It's also been a year for you too Scott, it's time to move on from Russel."

There was an uncomfortable silence between the two men, Sebastian wiping his arm down on a towel and dumping the sodden fabric atop the bear's threaded back. Craig didn't make a move or sound as the two of them spoke, so casually as if he weren't even in the room, as if one of them hadn't just had practically a quarter of his body inside his own.

"I dunno..." Scott said, hardly any true thought placed in the words, "There was no bad blood and all, his circumstances changed and shit happens, but I just haven't given it much thought..."

"Well think about it now. You've watched this little teddy bear here," the boar punctuated the remark with a hard smack to Craig's buttocks. In seconds he felt the sharp sting burning on his skin, sure that there would be a bright, red print of Sebastian's palm scorched into his hide, "grow over a year, letting go of his own ex-partner, moving on, shaping into somebody new. Sounds a lot like you, wouldn't you agree?" Craig couldn't look between their faces, but he could feel the atmosphere in the room change into something less sensual and more serious. "I think the two of you would be perfect together. Two broken halves that make a whole."

The badger kept quiet to that, his gaze unbroken from where the polar bear squatted on all fours. Craig felt his eyes burning into him, a thousand thoughts racing in both their minds as he considered the converse side to Sebastian's suggestion. This wasn't just simply about Scott finding a new fuck toy, it was something more. He had heard all the stories through the boar, how Scott had actually been engaged to his former submissive, until it all fell apart for reasons he hadn't been fully privy to. This was never going to be a permanent arrangement, Craig had known that, and though he had quashed thoughts about where he might end up and who with, it still niggled on his brain. There had been suitors, one-to-one sessions with all manner of men vetted by the boar, but seemingly none had met the mark for what Sebastian was looking to take the bear off his paws. It was always a discussion that involved Craig, not if he liked them or not, but how he felt during those private sessions, how safe he was, whether he could trust his limits to be pushed by these strange men.

Nothing had clicked, not like it had with the badger, their idle third wheel who was as much the voyeur as he was the participant, depending on his mood. Scott had been distant yet the bear had always known the badger cut through his body with that hungry, predator stare, sizing the male up as if he were meat on a platter. If Craig knew anything about sex and attraction, Scott would and in fact had taken the bear any way he could. He knew the two of them spoke privately, away from where Craig could hear, but he hadn't expected Sebastian was grooming him to be the badger's next slave.

He was not forgotten however, in spite of the two males' exchange. A paw tilted his chin up, arm belonging to the boar, the very same that not moments ago had been sliding its way through the bear's own guts. Craig felt hot humiliation ripple though him for try as he might he could never adjust to the dark thoughts and realisations that whistled in his mind, just as fingers pried at his lips and beckoned his mouth to open. Obediently he complied, suckling on the digits offered to him as Sebastian quickly filled his maw with three fingers, probing deep into the back of his throat. He could taste himself, he could taste the fisting lube still smeared between the crevices of the boar's paw, and though a year ago he would have gagged and retched at both the mental image as much as the physical sensation of his gag reflex being triggered, he smothered the feeling with intense control. It was hard, it was something Sebastian had told him he may never fully adjust to, but it was possible to tolerate it, to endure the discomfort, and in time Craig may find it easier someday.

But today was no someday. He fought hard against his body's instincts to hurl against the boar's intruding paw. Knuckles scraped against the roof of his mouth, claws pricked at his maw, and dextrous fingers pushed his tongue down flat, slathering the bear's entrance to his throat with what little lube had lingered on Sebastian's palm. Though bile was surely collecting in his gut to expel the invasion, and lube slithered its way down his throat, he concentrated on not swallowing, breathing deep through his nose before the airways would be cut, instilling calmness in his mind so that his lungs wouldn't seize up from the lack of oxygen. He had maybe seconds before the fourth finger was added, pressed to his throat, and his mouth was left plugged by the boar's paw. His fingers were pursed together and pushing, firmly though not hard, but as Craig willed his body to relax, Sebastian gained slow progress over perhaps an inch as he worked his way into the slave's throat.

There, right there, just pressing against his oesophagus, he felt the boar push past what would have caused his gag reflex to surely spike, but nothing happened. Careful control had quashed the reflex within him, where he could swallow a horse dildo right to its base at the command of his superior. It was by no means as easy as a toy, however, as paws were very much different to the smoothness and shape of a dildo. The fingers, from the knuckles to the joints, the flat of the palm, the irregular curves and its strange length, the way it moved on its own. Craig swallowed, or as best he could with the paw entering his throat, so it was more a gesture of granting entry to the male whose arm was slowly beginning to enter his stretched maw.

Only when Sebastian has his wrist suckled at Craig's lips did the boar stop, holding the weight of his fist there to leave him struggling, unable to breathe and fighting every instinct to gag. He could have easily just bit down hard, teeth sinking into the male's flesh with practical ease, but dutifully, like an obedient submissive, he did no such thing. A bear, in the prime of his life, built to be a powerhouse from a lineage of predators, and yet here he was on his hands and knees, ass run through and his throat now full with another male's paw, all because he had allowed it.

"Well," Sebastian said, clearing his throat and dispelling the tension, "what do you think?"

He could feel digits pressing at his throat, the slightest twitch and twist radiating through him in sharp discomfort. Like the prick of a needle or a deep paper cut, bearable but smouldering in the senses and refusing to abate.

"Give me his head," Scott's voice was immeasurably heavy, but it carried a tone that bit into every one of Craig's bones like a vice. It was as if the very words themselves were bearing down on him and sinking into his flesh like knives, "I want him to understand."

The fist was extricated from his maw, carefully and slowly, manoeuvring itself from his gullet and back between his teeth until the bear could find himself rasping gasps of air and feeling the dripping strings of bile slide through his mouth until he kissed the very tips of Sebastian's fingers goodbye. Part of him wondered if this would be his last encounter with the boar, if he was changing owners like a piece of livestock, property exchanging between two men. What he knew of Scott was brief and sparse, he liked him well enough as company, but as master? The thoughts whirled in his head like a hurricane, until the man's words stilled him once again.

"Take his ass though, I want him to stay focused."

Without another word the boar slipped away, disappearing from Craig's view as suddenly he was faced with only the badger before him. They weren't too dissimilar in stature or build. Perhaps Scott was a little stouter than Sebastian, maybe a touch thicker in his limbs, but he exuded the same command and strength as the boar had, and Craig found himself locking eyes with him as his head was titled up with a paw.

The badger's thumb traced at his black lips, running through the remaining slither of spit before pressing inside, allowing him to suckle on the digit like a cub. Behind him he could hear Sebastian taking up position once more at his rump, the sounds of thick liquid spluttering onto open paws. Anxiety built up in the bear again as he knew what was coming, and despite all the months of training there was still no respite from the initial entry. He fought the trembling in his limbs as Sebastian slid his fist quite ungracefully into his hole, his slack rim swallowing him without so much as a hint of resistance, but Craig had to bite back his whimper. Quickly he felt his guts filling, as inch after inch was fed into him, his colon filling with the limb all too suddenly until he swore his stomach was going to burst.

But the badger swiftly took his attention back away from his ass, though to smother the sensation of his hole being stretched, his bowels worked open, and his body filled beyond measure, it was a tough act to live up to. However fingers pried open his mouth and slid their way inside, following the same route the boar had taken not mere moments ago. Scott's fist felt bigger though, unfamiliar and alien, and Craig realised that it was going to even longer to adjust to this new male using his body for his own pleasure.

"Open," Scott commanded as he pushed his paw into the bear's throat, sinking to the third knuckles at the turn of his neck, "Swallow."

Craig did as he was told, and once more swallowed as best he could to let the badger in. He felt the mass of the paw enter him, grotesquely stretching out his throat, pressing and protruding in all manner of ways that surely should have been wrong. His jaw ached as it gaped around the badger's wrist, then forearm, and quickly descending to the elbow. Anxiety turned to panic as even Sebastian had never pushed him this far, but he couldn't move, impaled between the two men's arms as they skewered him together. His eyes frantically looked up, once more meeting the badger's gaze. The expression that stared down to him was chilling. It burned with a fierce authority and yet a kind warmth that made Craig broil inside with unknown feelings. He wanted to surrender, truly he did, but there was a wall of fear that prevented him, that blocked him off from feeling that cruel love Scott promised with those discerning eyes.

Lowering himself to be at the bear's level, Scott slid his elbow up to those stretched lips, half his arm lodged in the male's throat, paw entering places it should never belong.

"It's okay," he whispered quietly, so quiet only Craig could possibly have heard, for these words he knew were only for him, "I won't hurt you, not unless you want me to." His free paw reached up, cupped the male's cheek, thumb brushing across the fur in a morbid gesture of affection while the other arm was sunk deep into his throat, "I'll keep you safe and loved, just give yourself to me. Let me in..."

He wanted to, some part of him was breaking inside and all he could think about was how much he wanted to. It eroded away the sensation in his ass, ignored the feeling of his body wanting to choke, and he voicelessly sobbed into the man holding him. He nodded, as best he could, while Scott's arm began to slide deeper still, paw pursed at the hole into his stomach, elbow working past his lips and following the limb down into his body. Craig ached all over, shivering uncontrollably as he allowed himself to be invaded, the badger's face so close to his own that he could feel his breath on his fur, his smell swimming in his brain.

He had come so far since the days at the bar, choking on just a few fingers, unable to take anything bigger than a novice dildo, and here he was, an experienced play thing, now making the final step to becoming the owned slave he had so desperately sought out to be.

Scott kissed him softly on his cheeks as his shoulder came up to the bear's overworked maw, as deep as he could possibly go, inches away and completely in control, "From now on, you're mine."