The Living Collection: Jayden and Michael
#1 of The Living Collection
Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff
Everything was just dark, even as Michael opened his eyes. He suddenly let out a cry of pain, feeling an immense aching feeling between his legs. Breathing deep to try and ease the pain in his balls, the eyeless, mouth less, leather mask around the fox's muzzle constricted his face, his cries restricted. All of a sudden the leather tugged at his muzzle and the back of his head before there was a loud moan...and then a cry of pain.
Jayden's knees gave in as he tried to eases the pain coming from his large horse sac. The brown and white stallion suffered like the fox kneeling in front of him, bound in a leather mask without eye or mouth sockets, just little holes that barely allowed him to breathe. Both of them also had a thick chain wrapped around their sacs, attached to the floor. Their wrists were also bound behind their backs. The only difference was Michael's face was strapped to the horse's crotch and he was forced into a squat by the leather belts around his legs.
Michael desperately tried to pull his face away from Jayden's crotch because the mask was filled with the horse's heavy stink. There was the stink of sweaty balls, and the stink of dirty cock. The fox tried hard not to breathe, not wanting to inhale the musky air. But even then he could still taste the salty, bitter stink lingering right in front of his muzzle. Eventually he had to breathe, and when he finally did, the leather around his face constricted around his muzzle, and Michael heard a loud moan before something blunt hit him in the nose.
Jayden moaned hard, his bulky horse cock head poking out of its sheath. He felt ashamed of himself, feeling a tear run down his cheek, pressing against his fur within the tight leather hood around his head. He could feel Michael's breath hitting his cock. In his head it was wrong to get hard, but he couldn't help himself, the leather constricting his prick made it feel like someone was jerking his shaft. The mask tightened as the horse's cock stretched the material, pushing against Michael's muzzle. Jayden struggled to pull away, trying to keep away from the fox bound to his crotch.
A large paw bound in leather held up two metal probes on the end of a long metal rod. After there was a loud click and a spark, the metal probes were tapped against the horse's stretched sac. Jayden was forced to buck his hips from the shock, smashing his cock head into the fox's muzzle. Again and again Jayden's sac was shocked and he bucked his hips forward. Michael felt like the knuckle like head was going to break his nose...so finally, he had no choice but to open his muzzle. Just as he did, Jayden was shocked one last time, and the fox was forced to take almost all of the horse's cock down his throat. Michael could feel the veins of Jayden's rod, grinding back and forth inside his muzzle, the salty taste of flesh on his tongue. He was forced to gag on male meat, gag tears running down his cheeks, dampening his red fur.
Jayden could feel the heat of humiliation radiating of his cheeks and building up in the mask around his face. Whenever he tried to pull off, the cattle prod was smacked against his huge sac and he was forced gag the fox again. Finally, he was forced to stay deep inside Michael's throat. He could feel the fox's throat muscles straining to push him out. He could hear the gagging sounds coming from Michael's throat.
Michael could barely breathe. Whenever he could really breathe through his nostrils, it was accompanied by the thick stink of the horse's cock. Jayden jabbed his cock, feeling a paw roughly smack his ass. Arching his neck and gazing towards the ceiling, Jayden gave off a screeching neigh, tapping his hoof against the cement floor as he felt his cock head flare, pushing out against the fox's throat. No longer able to restrain himself, the horse grunted; buck his hips, unloading thick stallion cum straight into Michael's stomach. With another crack of the cattle prod, Jayden's balls were forced to pump out more and more sperm, filling the fox until bulging.
The perverted photographers started to flash their cameras, snapping shots as the two bound males struggled in their bondage, hearing their pleas for freedom being muffled beneath their leather hoods. They were eager to get good shots of the Collector's new living art pieces...