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"So, what do you think?" Hogan asked over the thumping music.

Hightower Bar--the local BDSM club--was livelier than usual for a Thursday night. On-stage dancers were quickly collecting tips from the energetic crowd while the alcohol flowed freely at the second-floor bar. Hogan, a well-muscled, black-furred bull, held court towards the end of the long red counter that spanned the width of the two-story warehouse club. Dressed in just a leather harness, assless and crotchless leather chaps, and a jockstrap, he sat on his stool and leaned back against the counter. In one hand, he loosely held his Moscow Mule, while his other cradled a rabbit's head bobbing gently below his waist--the lean, sandy-colored rabbit in question had planted his face in Hogan's crotch and was eagerly nuzzling against the full jockstrap that housed the bull's chubbing cock and hefty, mango-sized testicles. The rabbit's companions--a slender otter, a husky Rottweiler, and a short tiger--watched in fascination, their hands drifting to their own crotches at the sight.

"Oh, that's heavenly," the rabbit moaned before he roughly licked across the jockstrap. Hogan winced in pleasure as the soft tongue jostled his cockhead.

"Yeah, there we go," Hogan said, scratching the back of the rabbit's head. "You love that, don't you boy? Worshipping my balls and bathing your face in my musk right here in front of everybody else."

"Yessir," the rabbit replied obediently as he rubbed his cheeks against the bull's weighty package.

"That's right," Hogan grunted. He possessively gripped the rabbit by the fur and repeatedly pushed him in and out of his crotch, lightly bouncing the nameless rabbit against his balls. As he did so, Hogan cockily looked up at his spectators. "Got room for one more boy in here..."

The otter didn't need telling twice; without even glancing at his other friends, he wordlessly sank to his knees and joined the rabbit. The lapine shuffled aside to make room for the otter, and they settled in front of Hogan's pelvis, taking it in turns to lap across the jockstrap and soak it in their drool; while one licked, the other huffed and rubbed his face into Hogan's taint. Their heads bobbed and bounced in time with the beat that pounded over the bar's speakers.

"Oh yeah, atta boy," Hogan snorted. He sipped his drink and reclined further against the bar, baring his muscular form to anyone who would watch him getting serviced. "Those balls have got your names on them. My cock needs to go down a tight throat and dump a thick load in you."

The bull drank again before he carried on. "That's what you're meant to do, you know that? You were born to service and worship your betters with your bodies, with your tongues, with your wet, warm throats, and with your tight little asses, taking load after load. Your place is between my legs, between the legs of that guy over there--" Hogan nodded at the muscular grizzly a few seats down the bar "--and between the legs of any other man who thinks you're worthy of emptying his balls. A man's glorious, godly balls are the most important thing to him, and what he does with the cum in them is up to him, not you. Understand?"

"Yessir!" The otter and rabbit responded in unison.

Hogan grinned. "I knew you'd get it." He drained his Mule before settling back and letting his two thralls continue their treatment, occasionally rubbing their heads and scratching behind their ears as they worked.

Eventually, the song that reverberated around the bar came to an end, and the otter and rabbit gently pulled away, their faces wet with their own saliva--they breathed heavily and beamed at each other before the rabbit piped up, "That was awesome! Thanks for letting us do that!"

Hogan snorted contentedly. "My pleasure, boys." He nodded up at the Rottweiler and tiger as he continued, "How about you and your buddies join me in one of the darkrooms here? I've been holding off on blowing my load for a week and I could use some eager mouths and asses to milk it out of me."

The rabbit smiled and sympathetically rubbed Hogan's leather-clad thigh. "I wish, that sounds like a lot of fun! I think we're gonna get some more drinks and hit the dance floor."

The otter nodded and cupped the bulging jockstrap, rubbing through it against those massive bull balls--Hogan huffed appreciatively as the otter added, "Good luck, though!"

"Oh, I'm sure someone here can take what I've got, don't you worry," the bull said confidently as the rabbit and otter got to their feet and rejoined their companions.

Hogan watched the quartet depart, and he turned on his barstool to order another Moscow Mule. After he received his drink, he swiveled back around to watch the throng of people passing him by--alligators, rams, raccoons, lynxes, and more, all in various states of undress, barely-concealing fetish gear, and the occasional gimp suit cycled around the bar, some of them grinding against each other in time with the music, others shamelessly groping and pawing at each other, and many more with wandering eyes, surveying what was on offer. Hogan simply spread his legs and angled his hips outward, prominently displaying his large bulge that spilled over the front of his seat. He nodded at a few of his fellow patrons who happened to make eye contact with him, and he occasionally groped his own jockstrap, shifting his semi-flaccid cock against his larger than average balls.

It wasn't until Hogan was halfway through his third drink when he heard a deep, honeyed voice at his side.

"Needing some relief tonight?"

Hogan realized the voice was addressing him, and he turned to see a massive naga next to him--the serpent's scales were mostly tan with gold and black patterns dripping down his back, and he wore a leather vest and hat. His tree trunk-thick coils as wide as Hogan and who-knows how long, entwined around his barstool, and his slitted pupils were fixed pointedly on the bull.

"How'd you know?" the bull snickered, spinning on his stool to give the naga his full attention, and full view of his prized bulge.

"Let's just say I could pick up on the sssssigns," the serpent winked. "Judging by the size of that bulge of yours, I'd say you're needing a lot of relief."

Hogan set his cup on the bar and leaned in closer to the naga. "Yeah. Can you give me that?"

The naga lasciviously eyed the bull up and down, appraising Hogan with just his gaze, and smirked. "For you? I guarantee it. My throat game is second to none." He extended a large hand for a shake. "I'm Kulo."

Hogan took Kulo's proffered hand in his own broad palm before pulling it down to his groin, where he firmly pressed the naga's hand and fingers against his jockstrap-clad bulge, still slightly damp from the tongue bath it had received earlier. "Hogan," the bull replied.

Kulo grinned and flexed his fingers, gripping the bull's thick cock through the cloth covering his crotch. Hogan couldn't help but groan at the extra pressure, and his cock twitched. The naga then slid his hand lower, cupping against the bull's balls still trapped in his jockstrap--the testicles weighed heavily in Kulo's hand, and Hogan snorted as the serpent rhythmically squeezed his tender organs.

"Well, Hogan...I think it's time we went somewhere a little more private, don't you?" Kulo suggested.

Without waiting for an answer, Kulo moved his hand up from Hogan's crotch to grab the bull by the harness; the naga held onto the bull's thick leather strap as he slid off of his barstool, dragging Hogan to his feet as he rose up on his coils.

"Someone's hungry," Hogan chuckled as the serpent led him from the bar.

"Oh, you have no idea," Kulo replied. "You've got a big meal for me, don't you?"

"I've got plenty for you to swallow," the bull bragged.

Together, they descended the stairs to the ground floor. Kulo led the way between the dance floor full of frisky and grinding bar patrons and the row of slings, X-crosses, and suspension harnesses that lined the wall, where plenty of doms were openly abusing and teasing restrained subs. Hogan's eyes slid over the daddy elephant using an e-stim kit on a bound jaguar's balls and hole, the wolves blatantly fucking on the edge of the dance floor, and so much more as he followed Kulo past the stage where Hightower's dancers worked the crowd before them.

Beyond the stage, there was a door guarded by a bouncer--Kulo muttered something to the rhino, who nodded and replied to the naga, then stepped aside to let Kulo and his quarry through. They entered a dimly-lit hallway bathed by a red neon glow, and Hogan and Kulo passed by several black doors--each decorated only with a brass number--that led to the individual darkrooms. Anything could happen in the darkrooms, as the club had no limits at all when it came to these private playspaces.

"You've been in a darkroom before, right?" Kulo asked as they continued down the hall.

"Oh yeah. Never been dragged to one like this, though," Hogan admitted. "Memorable way to start some fun."

"I think there's going to be a lot about tonight you won't forget," Kulo said sibilantly. He renewed his grip on Hogan's harness as he slithered at a constant pace in front of the bull.

They soon came to a stop in front of a door with the number 18 on it, and Kulo twisted the handle before he led Hogan through. The bull blinked in the bright light of the darkroom--where the hallway had been almost gloomy in the soft red neon, the darkroom was illuminated with intense, white halogen spotlights that hung from the ceiling, casting the contents of the room in sharp relief. A queen-sized mattress, covered in a rubber sheet, sat in one of the corners, with a table containing bondage gear next to it, while the walls held hooks and brackets, some of them occupied by other implements of pain, and others empty and waiting for someone to be bound to them.

"Want me to turn the lights down?" Hogan asked as he stepped further into the room--Kulo had at last released him.

"I'm alright with them on," Kulo answered as he closed and locked the door. "I like to see everything while I feast on such pretty meat."

"Oh, you like a little show, huh? I can give you a show," Hogan said smugly.

"I'm sure you will," Kulo replied--he turned to the bull and shrugged off his leather vest, letting it fall to the floor, then placed his leather cap on the table next to the mattress. From the same table, the now completely naked Kulo picked up a hank of thick, red rope and began uncoiling it.

"And what've you got in mind with that?" Hogan asked, nonchalantly.

The naga smirked. "Why don't you come here, and I'll show you."

Hogan stepped closer to Kulo, who directed him to hold his wrists out and about 10 inches apart. The naga cinched the ends of the rope around Hogan's thick wrists, expertly braiding and knotting the line until it formed solid cuffs that extended halfway up the bull's beefy forearms. With the 10 inches of slack between his wrists, Hogan could still move his hands with some degree of freedom, but not for long; Kulo circled behind Hogan and dragged him backward by his harness to the center of the room, where he then took up the slack rope between the bull's cuffed wrists in his own hands and reared up on his coils, raising Hogan's arms over his head as he did so, and over the an industrial steel hook hanging from a chain, dangling just above Hogan's head. Kulo lowered himself back down and surveyed his handiwork. Hogan's powerful, masculine body hung, trussed and virile and completely vulnerable, from the hook, bait for a hungry Naga like Kulo.

"Mmm, perfect. Captive and helpless," Kulo murmured.

"Just the way you like it," Hogan quipped. He could feel his cock swelling in his jockstrap, filling out his bulge even more.

"Yes... and now...what to do with you..." Kulo hummed, as he slowly slithered around Hogan, examining the bull from all angles. Hogan flexed his arms and pulled against his restraints, putting on a show of trying to escape as the large naga circled him, spiraling closer and closer.

"Such a fine thing like you...so big, so...virile, so...tantalizing. I almost don't know where to start," Kulo chuckled. His hushed voice echoed off of the concrete walls of the darkroom as his scales rustled against the floor. Hogan snorted and strained in his bonds as he watched the serpent continue to slither around him, slowly, leisurely, approaching. Kulo eventually settled behind Hogan, and the bull stilled. The naga nestled his head against Hogan's neck while he lightly wrapped his arms around the bull's waist, his thick, nimble fingers alighting on the underside of Hogan's bulging jockstrap, gently squeezing those heavy orbs before sliding up, past that straining, trapped shaft, to rest against the buckle that secured Hogan's leather chaps. "Hmm, I think these need to go, don't you?"

Before Hogan could reply, Kulo bit down on the bull's shoulder, the row of serpentine teeth dig into his skin without puncturing it. Hogan gasped and leaned his head back to further expose his shoulder, offering more of himself to the snake. His cock flexed in the jockstrap, growing harder and forming a pronounced tent in the cloth. Kulo moaned softly as he gently gnawed on the shoulder in his mouth, teasing the bull while his quick fingers unclasped the buckle.

With a click, the bull's waistband opened, and Kulo dug his hands within it to push the chaps down Hogan's thighs and to his knees. The naga's hands then returned to Hogan's well-defined waist. His fingers traced across the solid muscles of the bull's abdomen, down his adonis belt, and delicately plucked at the elastic waistband of the bull's jockstrap. The chaps fell below Hogan's knees and to the floor around his ankles, and Kulo deftly slipped his tail between Hogan's feet, hooking the chaps with it pulling backward--Hogan felt the material tug at his ankles, and cooperatively lifted his feet one at a time out of the leg holes to free himself of the leather. With a whap, Kulo discarded the chaps against the wall with his tail.

Kulo tasted Hogan's thick, beefy shoulder for a moment longer before pulling back. "There, that's better, isn't it?" he hissed in Hogan's ear.

"You're good at this," Hogan muttered, smiling widely.

Kulo chuckled, running his hands up and down the sides of Hogan's torso in a tantric motion. "I've had lots of practice...but never with someone as...alluring as yourself."

"Alluring, am I?" Hogan snickered as the naga's fingers twirled around and in his belly button, then dipped into his jockstrap. "I'll take alluring..."

The bull snorted as Kulo squeezed around the base of his meaty cock, which by now was fully erect and throbbing against the fabric pouch that constrained it.

"And studly," Hogan continued as Kulo's scaled hands languidly stroked past his shaft and wrapped around the neck of his ballsack. "And divine...godly, even."

"Worthy of worship," Kulo agreed with a murmur before he planted a kiss on Hogan's neck.

"You better believe it," Hogan said as Kulo circled around to face him. The naga, keeping his hand lodged in Hogan's jockstrap, kissed under the bull's chin, then worked downward along his chest, swirling his forked tongue around the bull's thick, hardened nipples.

"My body is a gift, to be praised. Lusted after," Hogan continued loudly while Kulo worked. "It deserves to be worshipped...countless meek, docile men have serviced me, recognizing me as something so much greater than they could ever hope to be. They recognize that I'm better than them. They know I deserve their admiration and devotion."

The naga kissed downward from Hogan's chest to his stomach. Kulo tasted the bull's belly button, his tongue dipping into the small depression, before he buried himself in Hogan's crotch, sniffing the jockstrap and rubbing the bull's fabric-covered erection against his face. The serpent opened his mouth and enclosed the tip of the tenting jockstrap in his jaws, flicking his tongue against the head and tasting the remnants of rabbit and otter saliva mixed with Hogan's own potent musk. Kulo moaned as he suckled, and his tail flexed in anticipation.

"My godly slab of beef has wrecked and bred so many asses, impregnating so many obedient males who offered themselves to me," Hogan kept up arrogantly. "I'd be a father thousands of times over from how many loads I've had milked out of me by such willing and hungry holes."

Kulo released Hogan's cockhead and pressed his nose into the bull's taint while his hands squeezed and rolled against the bull's balls, pulling them up and tugging them down like udders within the confines of the jockstrap.

"The seed from my balls--my awe-inspiring, gifted bull-makers--has filled so many eager and desperate mouths and bellies," Hogan boasted. "I've fed so many that I could be a god of nourishment. I can produce so much, enough for everyone to have a bellyful of my divine milk. All they have to do is open their throats to let it all pour in. All they have to do is worship me. Like you are now."

Hogan paused for a moment, watching as Kulo lifted his hands and grasped the waistband of his jockstrap. The bull bit his lip as he felt the fabric scrape down over his cock before, finally, his erection sprang free, throbbing proudly in the open air. Hogan couldn't get tired of seeing his cock when it was fully engorged at eight inches long and as thick as a beer can. The sight of it was almost as pleasurable as the feeling of having his balls played with. He sighed, content, as his low-hanging testes descended with the jockstrap until they hung freely.

His massive, mango-sized testicles suspended loosely in his furred scrotum. Kulo stared at them, as he tugged the empty jockstrap down to Hogan's ankles, and the bull stepped out of the waistband, leaving Hogan wearing only his harness.

"Damn, would you look at that," Kulo marvelled, his tone hushed and deferential as he gazed upon Hogan's impressive equipment.

"It's all going into you," Hogan gloated as Kulo teasingly danced his fingers across the sensitive skin of his cock. "You're going to worship me properly...pay tribute to what you've long dreamt about. I know you want my meat. Praise them with your tongue, your throat, your hole...your entire body. Admit it: They are the greatest things you could ever hope to touch...to gaze upon...to serve."

Kulo delicately extended his thick, split tongue and wormed it around the base of Hogan's erection before milking it up along his shaft, up to the tip, and collecting a thick bead of pre that had oozed out of the bull's dickslit.

"Or are you just going to keep teasing me?" Hogan quietly demanded as he watched Kulo lick his lips.

"Oh, don't you worry, I'm definitely going to get your rocks off," Kulo replied. He smacked his lips again. "I'm just starting with a sample."

"Well why don't you get to the main course," Hogan offered, thrusting his hips forward to slide his hard cock across Kulo's scaled face. "I want you to see for yourself how tasty I am."

Kulo's gaze lingered on the large, meaty bull-nuts hanging below Hogan's cock. He smiled slyly and began.

Wordlessly, Kulo lowered his head, below Hogan's cock, until his face was level with the bull's nuts. Hogan swayed his hips, swinging his low-hanging balls to draw the naga's attention and entice him onward. As he did so, Kulo raised a hand behind Hogan's balls, his fingertips grazing the bull's perineum, and soon Hogan's heavy testicles were lightly hitting the snake's palm, which stimulated them with each gentle smack.

"They're so...dense," Kulo hissed simply as he watched the balls sway against his palm. His fingers soon clenched around the top of Hogan's scrotum, subtly bringing the bull's hips to a stop as he teasingly tugged down along the sack, stretching it down ever so slightly. "So...heavy. So full."

The naga leaned in closer and rubbed his nose against the black, coarsely-furred scrotum, eagerly huffing in the bull's musk before exhaling in a satisfied sigh. His tongue flicked out and stroked across the balls now held tautly in place, pressed against the skin of Hogan's sack and the firm grip of Kulo's hand. Hogan groaned softly at the treatment--Kulo slathered ropes of saliva across the bulk of the bull's prized scrotum. The bull could feel every exquisite flick of the snake's dexterous tongue, every press of muscle against his sex organs, every warm, longing, devoted kiss that the naga planted on his testicles, every tender suckle as the snake opened his mouth and ensnared his balls one at a time in his jaws.

Almost hypnotically, the naga rolled his head from side to side as he continued his work. Pre oozed and beaded and dropped in thick streams from Hogan's cockhead onto the snake's face, landing on the hard scales each time with a pat...pat...pat. Kulo slobbered and drooled, smacked his lips and swirled his tongue, and gave the bull's balls his undivided attention except for when he interspersed his ministrations with softly hissed musings of admiration and devotion.

"These balls are the most delicious things I've ever tasted," Kulo murmured reverently around mouthfuls of bull testicle.

"I could worship your mighty testicles for a whole night and a whole day, and it still wouldn't be enough for one as divine in form as you," the naga murmured, as he slipped his snout beneath the ballsack, making Hogan's nuts dangle from either side of his face.

"Your balls are full of your godly seed, teeming with your sacred sperm and the most glorious nectar a humble servant like me could ever hope to taste," Kulo hissed as kneaded his fingers along the thick cords within Hogan's scrotum, prompting the balls connected to them to contract and settle in a rhythm that made the bull huff in pleasure.

"I am at your service, nothing more than a willing mouth and stomach for your sex organs to fill," the naga hissed after wiping his face across the fur that was now slicked smooth and dripped with viscous drool. "My whole body is ready to accept yours, waiting to praise you as you fill me."

The naga's words were just loud enough for Hogan to hear above the wet, sloppy sounds of the flexible, serpentine mouth spoiling his balls. It went on and on--the two of them lost track of time as the naga continued to prostrate himself before the bull and service the engorged testicles that now throbbed and ached for release. But the bull was so enthralled by his worshipper, so lost in the pleasure of what he heard and felt and saw, that he didn't want it to end. In fact, between Kulo's utterances of worship and acts of praise with his tongue, mouth, and hands, Hogan would muse softly in response, encouraging the naga onwards and demanding further tribute.

"Ah, fuck...Look at you, doing your duty like a good snake," Hogan moaned as Kulo snared his tongue around his balls.

"Serve your purpose...inhale my musk and clean my mighty testicles," Hogan commanded as Kulo huffed between his legs and scrotum for more of his scent before suckling his right testicle. He shifted his stance, wetly swinging his free ball against the snake's jaw. "You're doing...mmm...what you're meant to do in this life. This is what you were born for."

"All you have to do is get my balls churning," Hogan said as Kulo squeezed the testicles in his hands, examining their dense heft with sly squeezes along the heavy oblong eggs. "They are the only object of your desire--I can see that in your eyes. You're so hungry, so famished... pay tribute to me and I'll reward you with even more than you could imagine."

As Kulo rolled Hogan's prized organs in his hands, he suckled on the bottom of both balls at once--the vacuum pressure in his mouth tugged the balls down together and Hogan's hips bucked. "I'll swell your belly with my nut...fuck...And your body will be better for having some of me in it," the bull grunted.

Hogan watched as his balls were obsessively suckled once again into Kulo's maw, slick pre continued to stream from the bull's cock and dribble on Kulo's face, where the shining ropes formed rivulets as they trickled over the scales. Meanwhile, the snake leaned into the bull's hip thrusts and sways, feeling the bovine's need for release growing more and more. Eventually, Kulo pulled back with a soft pop, letting the impressive organs hang freely, one final time. He lifted his hands to rest one on Hogan's stomach that heaved with the bull's panting and huffing, and his other wrapped around the large, drooling cock--he leisurely pumped his hand up and down, slickening it with more pre--as he looked up at the bull, his eyes half-lidded.

"I don't say this often," Hogan panted, "but you are a worthy tribute who knows how to service me well."

"I'm honored," Kulo hissed, playing into the bull's power trip. He lowered his hands to cup Hogan's balls in his palms. "These are mighty impressive, I have to say," the naga observed. "Amazing weight...nice and big...perfectly ripe and full of cum...quite the catch..."

Kulo's tone turned seductive as he continued, "I can make you feel even more pleasure, if you'll let me."

Hogan grinned softly--he wished his hands weren't tied up, he would've affectionately stroked the scaly head in his crotch, showing how contented he was. Instead, he replied, "Do as you wish with me to bring me release, boy."

Kulo winked and opened his mouth to unsheath his fangs from the fleshy housing in the roof of his mouth--Hogan's eyes widened at the sharp teeth, and Kulo sheathed them again to speak. "I have a venom that, in small doses, heightens pleasure while numbing pain. I've used it before; it'll wear off after a while, and you'll enjoy it."

Before Hogan could say a word in consent or concern, Kulo's moved towards the nuts resting so heavily in his hand, fangs gleaming.

"Wait, wait," Hogan frantically looked down and watched Kulo press his lips against the neck of his scrotum, against the swollen, backed up cords. Warm breath huffed across his spit-soaked scrotum. "Hang on, let's--"

The fangs simultaneously pierced the skin of his scrotum, into the flesh of his masculinity.

"Aaaahhhmmmmoooooo." The lowing moan uncontrollably escaped from Hogan's throat, cutting off his few words of protest as he the fangs sank deeper into the fleshy cords, filling them with a tingling heat. Hogan huffed at the sensation--it was just a hint of pain with the smallest edge of pleasure, heightened, almost masochistically, by the fact that there was something invading his most intimate region; Hogan's cock throbbed hard at the thrill as he subconsciously realized that no part of his body was safe, that even though he was being worshipped like the deity he considered himself to be, he was entirely at Kulo's mercy.

With his mouth still open, Kulo wiggled his jaws subtly to activate the muscles in his venom sacs, and within moments the hollow fangs delivered a small stream of translucent yellow fluid that soaked into the fibrous tissue.

"Ahhhh...fuck, that's...new," Hogan grunted as Kulo retracted his fangs and palpated the testicles in his hands.

"I hear that line every time," Kulo snickered.

The naga patted the throbbing balls and lowered his head further, almost directly below the suspended scrotum. "I think you'll enjoy this next part even more," he said, circling his tail around Hogan's backside, raising it to strike.

Before the bull could respond, Kulo brushed the tip of his tail along Hogan's asshole, the scales rustling against the puckered skin in a way that made the bull shudder in delight. Kulo kept going, making sure to rub further with his coils as his tail slipped along Hogan's taint and lazily ensnared the top of Hogan's scrotum. He cinched the limb tighter and tighter around the cords that connected Hogan's balls to the rest of his body, squeezing off the blood flow. But he knew that Hogan would feel something much different thanks to his fast-acting venom, and the bull's snorts of pleasure confirmed that the toxin the naga had injected was already taking effect.

Instead of the tight, unbearable pressure of coils crushing his seminal ducts, ductus deferens, and cremaster muscles, Hogan felt a comfortable, captivating warmth radiating from the pleasant grip around his balls. They loosened further, descending as far as his scrotum would allow, and Hogan thrust forward as if to push himself further into the sensation. "Ungh!" he grunted.

"There we go," Kulo hissed; he looped another coil around the top of Hogan's scrotum, stretching the sack even more. "And if you like that, then you'll absolutely love this..."

Hogan stared down at Kulo, transfixed as he watched the naga, poised beneath his low-hanging balls, wiggle his jaws back and forth, expanding his mandibles on their flexible joints. Soon Kulo's maw gaped open, a wide, fleshy chasm that led to a warm, humid tunnel at the back of his mouth.

"Oh my god..." Hogan breathed as Kulo extended his head upward, his soft, squishy upper and lower palates meeting the bottoms of the bull's stretched, balls. Kulo closed his jaws slightly, forming a seal around the base of his scrotum. The bull grimaced in pleasure as the naga's backward-facing teeth gripped through his fur and against his skin. "Oh fuuuuck..."

Hogan then sucked his teeth as he felt Kulo's jaws independently pull, working both mango-sized balls slowly down into his mouth at the same time. In addition to the sensation of his testicles being "walked" downward into the naga's mouth, Hogan felt constant suction from Kulo's throat.

"Oh fuck...oh god..." the bull moaned as he strained hard against the rope that still held his hands up--the chain connecting him to the ceiling rattled as he moved, but he didn't care. "That's so fucking good...you're so good, taking my balls completely into you like this...giving them the royal treatment and worship they deserve..."

Hogan looked down again, seeing that Kulo had gotten halfway up his balls, his jaw stretched as the larger-than-average bull testicles extended the naga's mandibles. The bottoms of his balls were past Kulo's jaws and pushing into the naga's throat--folds of muscle rippled automatically in peristaltic motion, wrapping around and gripping, pulling Hogan's bull-makers deeper. The bull looked closer, and the corners of Kulo's mouth were turned up in a clearly satisfied smile.

"Oh yeah, you keep going," Hogan encouraged--his hips made his hard cock bounce up and down against the serpent's nose, and pre dribbled between Kulo's eyes, but the naga kept his hands steady on Hogan's thighs, holding him in place while still allowing for some involuntary movements. "You keep swallowing those balls, worshipping them with your throat, taking them into your body like that..."

Hogan kept going, talking as the naga continued swallowing his full scrotum, and soon Kulo had engulfed both balls completely. With a few easy gulps, Kulo finished working his way up the rest of the slack of the bull's reproductive organs, to the point where Hogan's cock rested on his scaled snout and dripped pre freely. Hogan shuddered at the occasional suckle and tug of Kulo's throat against his balls, and he knew that the serpent's body was working to take them deeper--it was just the thin, delicate connection of muscles, nerves, flesh that kept them from disappearing forever down Kulo's gullet.

"Oh god damn," Hogan breathed. He grinned down at Kulo--his mind was so overwashed by hormones and pleasure that he didn't even recognize the now-predatory, ravenous gaze that looked back up at him; all he saw was Kulo's satisfied grin. Deliriously horny and pent up, the bull simply thrust his hips, sliding his cock back and forth across Kulo's pre-slicked face. "Fuck, boy...you've done me good. How badly do you want your meal? Show me how much you want what's in my sack."

Kulo's thin, contented smile turned subtly devious, but Hogan failed to appreciate just how duplicitous the expression truly was.

In an instant and with serpentine precision, Kulo lurched up further, clamping down hard with his mouth as his snout burying itself against the coils that were still wrapped tightly around the top of Hogan's scrotum. Hogan bucked at the sudden movement, and he felt Kulo's jaws grinding against each other, his teeth rasping like a dull saw as he gnawed.

"Oh fuck...oh fuuuuuck..." Hogan panted, feeling his loins quiver. He arched his back and neck, extending to his full height as he involuntarily stretched at the sensation. He could feel his balls trying to naturally retract against Kulo's throat, but the snake's gullet refused to let go. "Oh fuck, I'm close...I'm so close..."

Kulo bit down harder, feeling the constricted, and now-tenderized, flesh and muscle loosely separate in his mouth. The naga's teeth, as ill-suited for slicing and chewing as they were, still happened to be sharp enough and angled enough for him to cut through the outer layers of skin of the bull's scrotum...then his crushed cremaster muscles...

"Ungh...ungh...ungh...." the bull snorted as Kulo worked.

The naga ground his jaw tight, desperate to claim his prize...and his teeth severed both of Hogan's ductus deferens, completely cutting off the heavy testicles that were lodged in Kulo's throat.

"OOOOH FUUUUCK!" Hogan bellowed at the sensation of his balls being removed.

Hogan hunched over himself as much as he could, looking down at Kulo as his cock swelled and uncontrollably exploded with thick, clear prostate fluid all over the naga's face. Kulo, reveling in the transparent torrent, pulled his head back from the bull's loins, clearly demonstrating to Hogan that his balls were no longer connected to his body, cementing the fact that without the reproductive organs, there was no sperm to dump all over the serpent. If anything, seeing what had become of his balls simply made Hogan moan louder as he rode his orgasm to a height he'd never experienced before.

Kulo, however, grasped Hogan's pulsating cock that continued to spew forth sperm-less cum and aimed the ropes of fluid into his open mouth. The naga grunted and heaved, his chest lurching, as he regurgitated the disconnected scrotum back into his wide maw; as it ascended from the depths of Kulo's gullet, the naga's tight throat tugged against the furred sack, exposing both testicles. Kulo tauntingly held them there in his jaws as he wickedly twisted his tongue around them while Hogan watched and heard the ropes of his prostate fluid coat his exposed balls with loud, splattery platts.

"Ah fuck! Oh fuck, my balls?" Hogan gasped--from this view, his testicles looked even bigger in Kulo's mouth, and he couldn't stop himself from cumming even more at the sight of the serpent's jaw cradling his free bull-makers.

Kulo's smile widened at the fresh bursts of cum. Soon, though, he coiled his tongue around both balls again and teasingly pushed them back into his throat, granting Hogan one last view before he closed his mouth and reared up on his coils. He raised a hand to his throat, holding it just under the enormous bulge in his esophagus that was Hogan's juicy, seed-filled testicles. Kulo smiled as he showed off, rubbing his hand up slightly to raise the bull's balls from the depths of his throat.

"Oh fuck! Ah, god!" Hogan continued to pant as his blank shots now fired on the naga's chest, stomach, and coils. Kulo rose up taller, now looming over Hogan, and the bull looked up now as he watched the naga. Kulo smiled wickedly as he lowered his hand from his throat and...held still for a moment, watching his captive....before he gulped, sending the loaded bulge in his gullet downward to disappear into his body.

"Ah! Ah fuuuuuck...oh fuck...my balls," Hogan moaned in both self-pity and exhillaration as more prostate fluid spilled from his cock.

"Your balls were delicious," Kulo said--he leaned down and grasped Hogan's neck in his hand possessively before he licked over his cheeks and muzzle. Kulo closed his eyes, relishing the bull's sweat as he finished the throes of his orgasm. "And I think you enjoyed losing them."

Hogan huffed, starting to come down from his high, and his cock twitched and jerked in smaller spasms as prostate fluid slowed to an oozing drip. Kulo licked Hogan's face again, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks.

"Didn't you." The serpent wasn't asking a question.

Clearly embarrassed at both losing his testicles and being aroused at the fact that he had lost them, Hogan blushed and shamefully hung his head. He kept his gaze on the floor for a moment longer as he caught his breath, then nodded.

Kulo tsked at his prey and lifted Hogan's chin with his fingers, forcing the bull to meet his warm gaze. "It's alright to admit it," Kulo told him in a mentorly tone. The serpent absently licked a smear of Hogan's prostate fluid from his lips before he continued, "Part of you enjoyed nourishing me like that, didn't it?"

"Yeah," Hogan admitted sheepishly.

"It's fun to be food, isn't it?" Kulo said. He released Hogan's chin and circled behind him, resting his hands on the bull's shoulders as he took up, "Your once mighty sex organs, so virile and divine, are now nothing more than a snack sitting in my belly. And it's natural to like it. It's pure, plain instinct to enjoy being food. You love the fact that those big, prized bull testicles are now nothing more than meat being digested in this enormous belly of mine, don't you."

"Y-yes...I'm so glad they're in you now," Hogan responded, unable to help himself.

"That's right. You gave your body over to me...losing your balls as if they were just big bar peanuts--there's nothing more simple and natural than that. And you'd do it again if you could, wouldn't you?"

Hogan gulped and couldn't stop himself from moaning as Kulo leaned in behind him and slurped his tongue up along the side of his furred throat, the forked tendrils collecting musk and sweat. Hogan's heart raced in his chest, both in anticipation and fear, but also an excitement he couldn't deny.

"You did say that you were tasty," Kulo resumed. "And your balls certainly were. Although, for the rest of you...I'd use the word...'delissscioussss.'"

Kulo slithered around to Hogan's front again and coiled his tail around the bull's ankles, strongly and smoothly drawing them together before the naga's lips, which now were leaking thin strands of drool. "In fact, I'd call you...a meal I can't possibly pass up."

Hogan grunted as Kulo's coils, locked like vise grips around his ankles, lifted his lower body into the air, getting Hogan into a sitting position while his hands were still suspended from the hook chained to the ceiling. The naga rose slightly to meet Hogan's feet, and the bull feebly tried to wiggle away, but it was no use; the thick, serpentine tongue wrapped around the bull's feet, replacing the strong coils that moved up to Hogan's thighs. The bull shuddered as he felt Kulo's warm breath wash over his soles, and he squirmed against the fleshy insides of the naga's maw. Kulo expanded his jaws just as he had for Hogan's testicles, and, try as the bull did to resist, Hogan soon found himself up to his shins in Kulo's mouth, with his feet descending down the velvety, enticing throat.

"Oh my god," Hogan breathed as he watched the naga consume him, working the serpentine jaws independently around his thick calf muscles, around his knees, and up to his thighs. With each soft, slippery lurch forward, Hogan felt Kulo's gulping throat grasp at his limbs, working hard to suck him down, and the naga's coils snuck further and further up the bull's body, pulling him forward while Kulo held his hands lazily on Hogan's sides, guiding him forward into his gullet.

Hogan squirmed in the serpent's grasp, feebly pleading like he knew he should be, "Please...please don't eat me...you have my balls already..."

The naga chuckled and worked his jaws further up to Hogan's now testicle-free groin, but he stopped and spoke around the bull in his mouth and throat. "Oh, you might be saying you don't want this, but your body says otherwise." Kulo traced a finger up the shaft of Hogan's cock, which was fully erect--it throbbed and dripped pre again, betraying Hogan completely.

"Part of you clearly recognizes how good it feels to be nothing more than food," Kulo continued, speaking as his jaws and coils pulled Hogan in further. The bull wriggled his legs in vain against the grip of the naga's esophagus, but they were held fast, and he felt Kulo's hot, humid breath at the base of his stiff erection. "Submit to that part of yourself...submit yourself to me."

With a soft exhale, Kulo expanded his jaws to his widest to engulf Hogan's hips, and the bull's cock disappeared behind the scaled lips--Hogan groaned as he twitched and pulsed against the naga's palate, ready to erupt again.

"That's it," Kulo said, now swallowing easily to pull more of Hogan into him. The bull's hips and abdomen passed easily over his tongue and into his throat. "Give up...give in..."

Hogan lowed and began to thrust against the slimy warmth of Kulo's gullet, while the naga smoothly pulled in his chest; his teeth dug into the leather harness Hogan still wore. Kulo wrapped his tongue around the beefy, muscled torso before he echoed Hogan's own words back to the bull. "You're doing what you're meant to do in this life. This is what you were born for...being my food."

Hogan couldn't take anymore--how delightfully lightheaded and horny he was, the warmth that pressed in all around him as he was being consumed, the naga's words, the prospect of being one completely with his captor, the thought of joining the mango-sized testicles that now rested deep in Kulo's stomach--it was all too much for him to resist any longer. "Ye-yes..." he gasped at last. "Please...let me feed you, let me fill you...eat me...swallow me so I can be a part of you...a part of something so much greater..."

Kulo's grin around the bull grew wider, and he gulped again, pulling Hogan in up to his neck. He looked the bull in the eyes as he said, "There now...you don't need to worry about anything else...simply slip down into someplace warm and safe...where I'll take good care of you...and make good use of you."

"Th...thank you..." Hogan murmured in acceptance.

"Good food." With that, Kulo clamped his jaws over Hogan's horned head, silencing the bull as he swallowed again. Hogan's face slipped past the roof of Kulo's mouth and into his open throat, where he continued to thrust his hips with damp squelches and schlips, desperate to get off one last time.

At last, Kulo reached up to the bull's raised hands, which were still hooked to the chain above. Kulo chuckled as he saw Hogan's hand flex and grasp helplessly at nothing while they poked out of his mouth. Straining against his own body's efforts of swallowing Hogan, Kulo removed the loop of red rope from the hook and gulped once more to get the bull's hands into his mouth...and again, sealing Hogan's fate as the hands disappeared into his throat and down his gullet.

Kulo grinned as his stomach churned and gurgled, and he could see the contours in his muscles of Hogan lowering his wrists to his groin. The naga grunted as he felt the bull begin to pump furiously into his hands and against the walls of his stomach.

"Yesssss, keep going," Kulo hissed--to him, Hogan's furious masturbating felt like a pleasant internal massage against his coils. "You're almost there..."

After a few more moments of rapid movement, Hogan deliberately pumped once, twice, and then rocked his hips for a solid minute before he grew still and finally rested. The serpent sighed as he rubbed his full, bulging coils, massaging the bull in his final moments.

"There we go," he hissed, satisfied. "There's the last orgasm you'll ever have. If you're lucky, you might find your balls again, but your whole body will become one with mine soon...You were a good meal...Now drift off to sleep...sleep..."

Kulo retired to the mattress, where, in a food-induced haze, he spent the next half hour simply reclining, patting his coils, emitting small belches, and letting Hogan start digesting. Eventually, the naga felt awake and alert enough to rise from the mattress, don his leather vest and cap, and exit the darkroom. He nodded at the bouncer at the end of the hallway, and slithered past the stage on the ground floor. As he leisurely undulated, Kulo proudly displayed the prominent bulge in his thick coils and winked at the clusters of dancers, doms, and subs who openly stared as he passed them by. Kulo made his way up the stairs to the bar, where he plopped himself on a stool and waved for the bartender.

The elephant nodded and opened the cash register, pulling out a stack of bills before he stuffed them into an envelope, closed the register again and strode over to Kulo.

"Now that was some show you put on," the bartender said as he placed the thick envelope full of cash on the red counter in front of Kulo. "The cameras in there caught everything perfectly, and we'll get you a cut of the online sales as soon as the video money starts rolling in. Need a little chaser for that one?"

"Oh, always," Kulo groaned as he tiredly stuck his tongue out and rubbed his stomach.

The bartender reached under the bar to pull out a cup, which he filled with the water jet and then placed next to the envelope. He also opened a small cabinet behind him and pulled out a pack of antacid tablets, which he ripped open and shook into the cup of water, where they immediately began to fizz. Kulo let the tablets bubble and disintegrate before he raised the cup to the bartender. "Cheers," he sighed, then gulped down the contents of the cup. His distended stomach immediately began to feel enough relief for him to at least make the journey home.

After Kulo finished drinking and placed his empty cup on the bar, the elephant behind the counter asked, "When do you think we can expect another performance?"

Kulo grinned as he picked up the envelope full of money and rose from his stool. He patted his full stomach as he mused, "Oh, I'll need to let this one settle for a while first. Although..." he trailed off as his head turned--he had just caught sight of a tall ram who was entirely naked except for a thick cockring encircling his genitals, keeping his dick hard and making his cantaloupe-sized, low-hanging balls sway perfectly.

Kulo licked his lips as he watched the ram, on unsteady, clearly drunken legs, descend the stairs and make for the gloryhole alley on the far side of the stage. "I might just have to take one more for the road."