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After nearly three years of interaction with the local Gnolls I felt we had a pretty good level of understanding. I do me and you do you. Many of the local men felt that was misleading though as a certain number of them seemed to disappear for weeks at a time. All were "last seen" with a Gnoll or two and many of them simply disappeared and were not seen again.

Since I'd been the unfortunate one asked to investigate said disappearances of these men (in addition to the occasional piece of livestock) I thought it best to be direct and ask the one Gnoll I was pretty sure would at least be partially honest - Bruiser, one of the local higherarchy of the beasts. About six foot and a bit of change, Bruiser was a prime example of his species. Strong, quiet, intelligent and given enough interest, attentive. He was very eluding in response to my main question, which was:

"Where are the missing men?"

"They're not missing, they've chosen to stay."

"Why, for all the sake of the clouds?!"

"Perhaps they like it better here..."

He was avoiding the question, or better stated, the answer. I wasn't completely in the dark as some of the rumors about the men that were circulating were not only rather hair raising, but simply impossible to believe. Males in their prime being used as surrogate mothers! Impossible on several levels.

I'd approached him for the fourth or fifth time that week as I simply couldn't get any other Gnolls to speak to me at all, and certainly not on that subject. Out of frustration Bruiser finally gave in and gave me permission to come to their village and "see for myself." Finally! Some progress.

That evening was beautiful. Very warm (it was August) and most of the Gnolls I saw on my way to their village eschewing clothing as they were already in their summer coats. I'd worn the minimum trousers with a pair of sandals as I didn't want to come across as combative, just curious. Bruiser met me at the edge of the Gnoll village and chaperoned me about the various tents and constructs, informing me of most of the local customs and introducing me to some of the locals.

All Gnolls are male, some are bigger than others, but all outweigh the average human by at least a hundred pounds and tower over him by almost a foot. Reproductive organs are normally quite oversized for a human and considering the size differential between Gnolls and humans what I saw was simply awe inspiring. Nearly a foot of penis with testicles like baseballs. Impossible to believe that some human male would willingly let something like that be used on them.

Bruiser was the perfect host, making sure I was considered just "one of the group," when he lead me into a section of the woods several hundred yards east of the village. So much of a host that he to asked me to strip what meager clothing I had on so that I would "fit in" better. "All humans are without clothes here," I did so and as I was straightening up from removing my trousers he reached around me from both sides and stretched a small elastic ball stretcher over the neck of my scrotum, allowing it to press downward on the contents, putting the whole thing under a certain amount of not uncomfortable tension, much less rather pronounced display. I wasn't particularly worried as compared to my company I was very much unremarkable in that regard. Once again I was told that with that in place I would "blend in better."

In a few minutes we came to a clearing with several dozen Gnolls attending. One human I recognized seemed to be the center of their attention as Peter was naked as the day he was born and had his scrotum tied tightly by its neck with several strips of leather, not completely unlike mine. It couldn't have been comfortable but he seemed as if it was all part of him being there and in the mood. An alter of sorts, manufactured from a large flat rock was quite low to the ground and seemed to be, along with Peter, the center of attention.

His "host" approached him from behind and gently spread his buttocks apart exposing the largest most stretched anus I had seen on a human, complete with a "glazed donut" look and a small prolapse. His host, settling in on his knees began what turned out to be one of the sloppiest, loudest rim jobs I'd ever witnessed! It simply went on and on. Peter was surprisingly quiet through out the whole thing. His interest was obvious though as he had a very respectful seven inch erection straining against the leather strips surrounding the neck of his scrotum. Without a word his "host" mounted him up on the alter and began a very slow breeding of said anus, using about half of his organ and at a sedate pace. After about five minutes of this I noticed that Bruiser who had rather languidly placed his arm on my far side shoulder had allowed it to slip down and began to lightly finger my anus. I looked up to him questioningly and his reply was simply:

"These things get me going something fierce. You too?"

I couldn't deny my interest, especially when Peter's "host" shifted his stance rather suddenly and plunged all ten inches plus of Gnoll surprise into Peter's rectum! A loud grunt from both parties and the "host" held Peter locked balls to anus for an extended period of time with his tail flagging and his testicles slowly lowering and then raising in time with his ejaculations! Both parties, bent over, legs spread - you could hardly have missed the scrotum moving as much as it did. Upon withdrawal, his "host" produced a greased up butt plug of heroic proportions and, with some small work on his part, managed to lodge it into Peters anus, twisting the handle enough to park it between Peter's butt cheeks and keep it locked in place. The river of semen (and gods only know what else) that occurred between times was absolutely impressive. There must have been almost a quart injected into Peter's bowels!

Bruiser explained to me that the first intromission was to "set the bed" and prepare the male for what was coming next - the seeding. It was only done by the ones bread and raised to perform the act, the stud being both unusually large and unusually fertile. While he explained this to me the crowd began to thin out and move to another "alter" area several dozen yards further out, following Peter and his host. I was a bit distracted by my host's now two fingers up to the knuckle in my anus, spreading out some kind of unknown lubricant and pressing up against my prostate. I was becoming a bit light headed as if I'd consumed too much ale. My host looked to the left and then to the right and whispered that no one was looking and he was pretty "pent up." Would I like a quick ride to know what Peter's experience was like? I simply wasn't functioning properly as I simply nodded. My host bodily picked me up before I could reconsider the insanity and placed me in the correct position on the alter, stepping behind me and controlling me by the hips.

The initial penetration was slow and painless, and in retrospect that surprised me. Something in the lube I suspected. I've been known to be randy at times, but taking nearly a foot of reproductive organ in a slow, single thrust was way out of my league. Bruiser assured me he'd go slow and he did - up to a point. I was rather lulled and relaxed by the slow pace with him using only about half of his organ, and as he slid slightly forward he pressed my knees outward further and slipped forward himself. I suddenly had a full depth erection sliding into my entrails and while it startled me, it wasn't uncomfortable at all. He gripped me tightly by the hips and murred into my ear that he was going to "plow my bed," and at that moment he began ejaculating quantities of semen I couldn't imagine. I was on my hands and knees by this point and looking backward under my torso I noticed that his scrotum, too was sliding up and down with each pulse of his ejaculation, just as Peter's host had done. It was several minutes before he was done, and when he was he withdrew gently and ignored the pint or so of backflow, down my legs, stretched scrotum, and pooling slightly beneath us.

"Can't have you making a mess - you're a guest after all." He said, and reached down to a bucket and pulled out a butt plug that I wouldn't even have begun to think would fit; and began twisting and pressing it up against my now very loose anus. Sadly it didn't take much to get it in and settled. Stepping back and away he was still plenty hard and he shifted over to be in front of me still on all fours position, poking the tip of his erection just under my nose.

"Need to have you clean up your mess before someone sees." I was growing more woozy from whatever I had been lubed up without any other consideration began to give his organ a thorough cleaning with my mouth. What I didn't realize was that I was now at the center of attention of at least forty Gnolls. My dulled senses didn't realize they had all returned!

Bruiser helped me up from the alter and I waddled back into the group. My guts were rumbling and the plug was so big I didn't think I could walk comfortably but with my Bruiser's help I did. We managed a large circle and then headed back to the second area consisting of a similar "altar" arrangement where Peter was now bent over at the waist and a truly Massive Gnoll was just inserting what appeared to be at least a foot of hard Gnoll penis all the way up his anus. The massive beast pulled Peter back against his hips and held him there for a moment, then thrust several dozen times with a very short stroke, then back to holding him still for a moment or two. It was at this time I realized that Peter was tied! Our massive Breeder Gnoll had a canine knot and it had inflated to gigantic proportions. The Breeder's tail was flagging straight up and you could see what appeared to be a black donut of an anus squeezing down rhythmically to a closed state between pulses. The strength of those anal muscles was amazing. Thirty minutes later Peter was done. Still hard as a rock and standing proud, his penis was pressurized to the bursting point.

An elder Gnoll moved forth to the still tied pair. He carried a leather shoulder bag which he opened up and removed a small tin of some kind of greasy liquid. Spreading this liquid over the bottom of Peter's scrotum, he next removed a small, very sharp knife and slit the scrotum from front to back on each side, working the testes down to hang by their respective tubes and blood vessels nearly to Peter's knees. With the breeder's withdrawal and a sickening squishy pop, the elder swung the testes, still tied to the body, between Peter's legs and stuffed each one into his now rapidly closing but still heavily leaking anus. My host breathed into my ear an explanation that when Peter let his last ejaculation happen his anal muscles would spasm so hard that he'd crush his own testicles, thus sealing his fate and mixing the ruined testicles with the Breeder Gnoll's seed. These would form small eggs that would eventually grow to the size of large eggs, and in a month or more would eventually exit through his anus, to be cared for by the Gnoll tribe. The caveat would be that Peters testes would re-grow in about a years time and the whole ceremony could be repeated until old age kept the men from progressing further.

The elder Gnoll stared at Peter's strained erection for several minutes and then licked the underside of his glans. It wasn't enough, so he pressed further down on Peter's organ, sucking and licking the entire member. It was too much for Peter, and with a groan he ejaculated, the first three spurts hitting the elder Gnoll in the face, chin, and upper chest respectively. A very soft crunching sound was heard, but nothing else was seen as the Gnoll hungrily sucked the remainder of the ejaculation from Peter and as the poor self-neutered bastard passed out and collapsed into a boneless heap on the spot.

There was a certain amount of rumbling and cackling laughter as Peter was gently picked up and carried out. I overheard what I thought was the explanation that this was Peter's fifth time here. He came back? For this? Bruiser once again leaned in and said that, since I'd tried just about everything that was offered and the Breeder Gnoll probably wouldn't return until he was "recharged." Would he be a sufficient substitute to finish demonstrating the ritual? I was sorely tempted as I was pretty wound up and I knew he could be gentle when he wanted to be. I'd already done pretty much everything and my host wasn't a breeder, so I was safe. Finish? Yeah, I guess I could, but I was gonna feel it in the morning.

Bruiser bent me over in front of the second alter (and a very large group of Gnolls) and gave me a very sloppy rimming. He didn't seem to mind that it was his own semen that he was felching from my ass, but each to his own I guess. It took a while, and I was becoming hard as a handle from the attention. Before I realized it the crowd was becoming vocal and the paws that had gripped my hips to hold me in place for the rimming slipped off and were replace by a much larger pair. I was still under the influence of the drugs they'd slipped me and as I began to question what was going on I turned slightly and saw my host with a typical hyena grin on his face standing to my right with the Breeder Gnoll lining up what looked like a furry telephone pole with my now very loose and very well lubed asshole.

It was a stretch, and when I realized what was about to be done it was too late as the Breeder Gnoll had the grip of several gods and there was no way I could do anything but whine at the stretch. And stretch it was. He went in over a foot and I could feel the knot already forming deep in my bowels. Some very short violent strokes which left me breathlessly believing that my bowels were being pulled out and I felt the flood of a gelatinous boiling hot ejaculate filling me up under pressure. Bruiser stepped up and said that "you said you wanted to see the whole ritual, and the breeder is always good for a second round." The Breeder's paws came off of my hips and he put them up in the air to demonstrate that he was now pumping me full of his sperm and we were locked together until he was done. For over half an hour the Gnolls watched me get slowly pumped full of slime, until it was squirting out of the over pressurized connection between me and the Breeder. I ached all over. At this point the Breeder made a call to the crowd and everything went silent and the Elder returned with his bag. I was going nowhere with a softball sized knot up my ass and there was a Gnoll elder with a grin on his face and a knife in his hand. The Breeder Gnoll grabbed me by the hips and held me in place as the elder rubbed the bottom of my scrotum that was already being held taught by the ball stretcher. His liquid felt like ice, and the breeder still wasn't done pumping me full. A grunt and a pull and my asshole spread out like I'd just passed a basketball, ejecting a quart of sperm and whatever bowel contents I had left. The prolapse was absolutely massive. Some cheering broke out as the breeder stepped back and scraped a pawful of the mess off of his knotted member. About this time I felt the first pull of the blade slicing the left side of my scrotum, then the right. I was so hard I though I was going to burst. The ache I felt centered around my screamingly hard erection and all I could do was stare as the elder worked both of my testicles down as far as they would go.

Still, with a wave of his hand I was escorted off the alter and forced to walk around a for a minute of display with my skinned testes bouncing off of my thighs and what must have been a horrified look on my face as the elder repositioned himself and motioned Bruiser to return me to him. I watched in horror as he swung first one testicle and then the next under my empty scrotum and pressed them to my very soft and slowly withdrawing anal prolapse. A small slurp and they disappeared. Then a lick. A single lick from my shaft to the glans of my penis wasn't enough to set me off, but when he leaned forward and took the whole of my organ in his mouth and sucked I very nearly passed out. One long moan and I erupted like I never have before with the first shot hitting him in the forehead and actually splattering on the next Gnoll over. I heard a soft crunch and I knew the deed was done. The second and third ropes simply decorated his front and the next thing I new he was sucking every single drop I could produce like it was some kind of special treat. I was drugged, neutered, dehydrated, in pain, stank like road kill, pregnant with some kind of parasite, a prolapse hanging out of my abused anus; and surrounded by a group of shouting, laughing Gnolls. Just before I passed out I wasn't wondering what next years event would be like because I knew I'd probably be there.