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The smell of smoke and leather hung in the air as the wolf strained within the bindings that held him down. Faintly, from behind the striped blindfold fashioned from his scarf, he was aware of the mumbling of appreciative voices; unmistakable grunts and groans of men pleasuring themselves with subtle gropes as they watched the wolf up on stage.

At least, that's where he thought he was. He wasn't even sure if they were watching him specifically. Goodness knows what was happening beyond his small bubble of understanding.

Again he tested the leather cuffs that held him down to the horsebox, feeling the thick material creak against the joints. Coldness sapped his stomach, a chill of air breezing its way along his spine and tapering off down the cleft of his parted buttocks. A spreader bar had been fixed between his ankles, leaving him in an incredibly vulnerable position. All of which was not helped by the lack of context. His tormentor, an invisible fur at this point, would come and go, leaving him panting and writhing after some torturous action.

Ember mulled over how the tonight had led him to now. The grey wolf, vacationing in some new city for the sights, had found himself a thirst for the nightlife. By no means was he a novice to this sort of stuff. On the contrary, he'd been well acquainted to the kinks of other men, some he'd even implemented himself, but the non-descript club of 'Event Horizon' had caught his eye. It was in none of the brochures he'd found at the local hotel for hot spots. Even checking online for nearby gay clubs or bars had resulted in no returns, with the typical lists of 'The Watering Hole' and other strip joints. Ember had to actually specifically search for the name which he'd heard through whispers off passers-by, and even then he'd been confronted by a singular stark site that made the reader a dare to come, but only at their own risk. Curiosity killed the cat, and for Ember it made his intrigue stir in such a way he simply had to go, regardless of the dangers foretold by the ominous page.

He'd gone, managed against the odds to get inside despite a brutal looking bouncer, and had bought a drink. The club seemed like any other fetish gig he'd been too; relatively full of gruff looking strangers shadowed by their caps and clad with gear, many with a leash dangling from one paw loosely that led to an obedient pet brought along for the night - maybe to share, maybe for more... Ember had felt out of place given his reserved dress code of his typical club wear. He remembered shifting uncomfortably in his seat as beady eyes had stared silently at him, taking in the leather shorts and fishnet tank top, complete with the iconic scarf he seldom took off. He remembered more so the stallion who had slid his way up to him, scotch in one paw whilst the other occupied itself with Ember's behind. Normally the wolf might have protested. Exhibitionism was intoxicating, but it had always been consenting. But this Mustang appeared to be impervious to his polite protests, fingers digging into flesh and fur and deeper still. Ember had to clutch the edge of his seat as diligent fingertips began to probe his ass, barely a few words said passed the civil how-do-you-dos and 'would you like a drink'.

The free drink, Ember realised now locked and bound in position, must've been laced with something; mild enough to keep him comatose for a brief stint, but strong enough so that he could be manhandled onto the stage and abused like a toy.

Those rough familiar paws returned, stroking along his bared arms, brushing down past his waist and circling about his tail. It was raised, out of the way, and clasped to the back of his neck by some trickier collar and bar. His hole was exposed, unlike before when the horse had first introduced himself, so those fingers whilst already acquainted with the wolf's ass had a chance to make them better known. But first icy cold liquid was dribbled down his crack, the fingers working in the gel against his rim. Ember grunted, the inelegance of the intrusion punching him through his gut. He was made light work of, his hole spreading open as it betrayed his own thoughts of indignation. Quiet moans escaped his lips as he was stretched, wider and wider, much to the audience's entertainment. His own voices of pleasure were often drowned out by the goading catcalls from patrons dotted about the place, all encircled about Ember. A hot blush drew across his face as he dug into the bench he was strapped across, his member leaking a thick stream as his body was manipulated to these paws' commands.

Ember could only assume it was the Mustang from before, he had no true idea whom it was that had him held captive. True enough, he would be happy if it were the horse; he was good looking, with a fine physique and a handsome bulge that was very pleased to see just about any willing entrance. But it was the anonymity that startled him most, as he thought to how it could have been anyone in that club who now groped his innards with dextrous fingers. Ember shuddered in the bindings as three fingers became four, stretching him wider until he felt like he could take no more. These four fingers, with girth that made the wolf's gut tremble, swivelled and rotated themselves like some obscene piston as they would push in and out of his flaring rim. In to the deepest knuckle, then back out until the fingertips remained, repeated again and again until Ember felt like his ass could give no resistance any more. He pushed his head into the coolness of the bench, his brow damp with sheens of sweat as his fists clenched tightly as he could feel the ebbing of pleasure begin to overflow the discomfort. His cock was dripping, though still ignored as his torturer pulled the fingers almost completely, forming a groove between his fingers. Yet more lube was trickled icily across his cleft, slipping with little thickness into this trough and poured directly into his hole. That gloopy sensation of becoming slowly full of some viscous liquid made Ember tug at his bonds, but only to arch his back once this gel passed and caressed that swollen prostate within him. The coldness was enough to seep its way forwards, cooling his gut as it met the rest of his chilled body.

These paws decided they themselves would take the place of the fingers before them. As Ember felt the man behind him, for only a man could have paws that large, made pointed cone with one paw and began to push into the lax hole. The added thickness proved more of a challenge for the wolf, but persistence of another was against him, and the lube made the function far easier than it should have been. He yelped suddenly, feeling the widest part push past that edge and his muscles completed the rest of the work. There was a low grumble of surprise and lust from the crowd about him as he felt that paw get pulled in, sucked by his own force until the wrist was nestled by that rim. The large paw now occupied his ass, wiggling in unpredicted movements that had him gasping for release, huffing in fast pants as his orgasm seemed almost inevitable until it petered out again. Ember grunted, moaning louder now, begging in some panted tone for all of it to stop, but the crowd wanted more. The paws seemed content to put on a show, and they pushed deeper only for a moment, enough to apply pressure to his prostate, before pulling out again. Once more, past the widest point and the paws were expelling in a blast of lube and air, but they pushed back again now that the first breach had been made. Ember bit his bottom lip as his hole was stretched before this audience, moaning uncontrollably as he was made into this glove for this man.

The fisting continued, gradually becoming more comfortable as Ember grew accustomed to the size, and it went deeper still. He wouldn't have known it, but he swore he was now reaching up to the elbow, feeling the paw worm its way past any boundary that lay within him. Often he'd feel some strangers' paws reaching up to each cop a feel, stroking sometimes along his prone cock to make him squirm, others often slapping a bared cheek to have him jolt in pain, the arm lodged within him rotating perhaps a little too suddenly. He knew he was very much all at their mercy, but he just longed to see it all coming, even if it was just to ready himself for the incoming touch.

Whilst this arm fucked him deep, thrusting like a sledgehammer, his lips were abruptly mashed with something blunt and sticky. Obediently he opened his mouth to accept whatever it was that was now being offered to him, and the owner leant forwards. He could feel a weight push down against his head, somebody's gut pushing onto his shoulders. A fat piece of something fleshy was pushed into his waiting maw, and Ember sealed his lips about this cock - he concluded that must be what it was. It was huge, though not in length. When he felt the coarse fur of this male's pubes brush up against his nose, the bludgeon only reached just into his throat. As the cock drew out, Ember ran his tongue along the slipper surface, wrapping it about the thickness and testing in his mind for a species. It felt bear-like, maybe, but he couldn't be sure. Bear or not, this man seemed insistent upon unloading his nut, regardless of who was at his behind and what they were doing. His humping was erratic, a sign either of nerves, beginner's mistakes, or of being on edge. As the fist pounded away deeper into his bowels this dick hardened, becoming so rigid that it nearly choked the wolf, before spewing out a torrent of watery jizz. Ember gulped down what there was, but the cock was speedily removed once it was spent. He whined, deeming it unfair he now had an empty hole. Part of him didn't want to focus on the arm that was working its way inside him, fucking his guts, as the sensations still bled between pleasure and discomfort - it was like the ticking of a metronome, one minute blissful upon the withdrawal, next back to uncomfortable as yet more was pushed in.

Another meaty cock was placed against his mouth. A paw was placed against the small of his back, not so much pushing down but applying just enough to pressure to make Ember feel pinned in place, whilst the second one flitted against his side before resting on the bench, keeping this male aloft. In this position, he refused Ember any movement, keeping him fixed in place as the member was guided into his muzzle. This man seemed to be far younger than the last as he set up a quick speed but seemed in no rush to finish. The dog, Ember realised, just hammered away with his length buried deep down his throat, forcing him to adjust as best he could and wheeze out through his nose. It served no distraction though when Ember felt the tell-tale signs of a second paw beginning to wiggle and push at his rim. The arm was withdrawn almost fully, and then two paws pushed themselves together as though in prayer, slipping into that well-worked hole. He was trapped between a dog who battered his face with his impossibly long cock and the male who manipulated his hole to become an open gape. Stuck in tandem, the dog's length began to buck into him, the knot swelling against his lips. Ember opened as best he could, his worried body being stretched to their absolute limits just as those fists slipped in up to the wrist once more. The heavy taste of male juices danced across his tongue and down his throat, all his senses seeming to be encapsulated within this musky contraption that held him down so. Wider and wider still, past what Ember would have deemed possible, past even what he would have maybe thought of as safe. This dog, whoever he was, moved his weight from the wolf's back and grasped his head from either side with both paws. He was priming himself for the last run, hammering home that knot as he began to power away. Being able to do nothing but lie there and take it, Ember whimpered about the cock, feeling it push further into his maw and throat with greater intensity, making him feel as though he were about to split in two. He wondered, in morbid humour, that maybe these two men were working towards some inner goal, that maybe they were aiming to meet in the middle of his own body to jack the other off. He shuddered at the image, shaking with his binding as he could feel a throe of orgasm come along. Desperately he wanted to give in to it, but something kept holding him back, and he struggled valiantly in an attempt to finally break past this barrier but still to no avail. His cum held firm, swirling in his balls as it churned up an impressive volume.

Those paws were now fucking him in quick succession; as one left his hole with a wet slurp, making his rim bulge out, the other would hastily take its place, punching in and pushing deep. Then out it came to be replaced by the former, over and over. It had his ass quivering with splendour, the force making his cheeks bounce. Strangers from the audience would shout out calls of encouragement, but they were drowned out as Ember focused on what was being done to him. The dog's cock was now teetering upon the point of release, almost nearly pushing that final inch towards the knot. It didn't take much but a few single, jaw-shattering thrusts that pummelled that last bit of meat in. Ember howled out as his throat was ultimately gagged by this male member, his lips and teeth latched around the knot's base as his cheeks puffed out from the size. Thick rivers of doggy cum gushed into his throat, the taste undeterminable as the majority sped into his stomach to pool with what was already there. This man growled, yowling upwards as he roared in his act of dominance. A cheer rose up from the surprisingly lively club. Ember could not see them, but in his mind he could picture them all, gathered round his vulnerable body and leering over it like drooling hounds, wanting desperately to have their turn.

Just as the dog came hard into Ember's throat, those paws suddenly removed themselves. Whoever they belonged to had decided they were done, or at least so he assumed. What he felt next had him gasping and squirming, unable to voice a single word of protest as his mouth was full of manhood. A flat and very large head had been pushed against his ass's lips. Though he was already stretched out from the fisting, and more than loose enough down there, this mammoth seemed to be even larger than that. He could feel a stretch bearing down on his rim even as the head of this tool kissed the edges. Ember reeled in his mind, repeating to himself over and over that this belonged to no man, that nobody could wield a member that large and thick without suffering from some sort of condition - a size that big should be impossible. He told himself it was a dildo that some bizarre company had thought to take their range of horse toys and to just pump them full of steroids until the resulting product was what now begged entrance at his swollen and tender hole. But he had no say, regardless of the cock that occupied his muzzle. He could have screamed and shouted out for all his might, but this was going to happen whether he was ready for it or not. Part of him, somewhere down in his mind, something hidden behind even plain arousal, was a little voice, shrouded in darkness that revelled in this. It was shouting, though not for an end but for more, shrieking practically for the man who owned the monster to not even be gentle, to just shove it in to the hilt. Ember couldn't ignore the voice, and with resignation he continued to suckle on the dog's member with a small whimper, lifting up his ass as best he could for a better angle.

This seemed to please the monster's handler. Ember could feel a weight begin to push behind this cock, making the fat head bear down onto his hole. He felt like maybe it was too impossible to fit, that after a few grunts of exertion, this behemoth wasn't ever going to rearrange his organs, but with a sudden squelch followed by an uproar, the head slipped in. Ember thrashed about on the table, grunting and sweating under the stress of having to take the cock. Still, it was in now, so he just reassured himself that whatever was to follow would be smoother sailing. But when the first inch began to push its way in he was quickly proven wrong. It felt as though a telegraph pole was being pushed into his ass, the heat of it searing through his gut. It wasn't painful, but it was a feeling that Ember found so overwhelming and incomprehensible - he just murmured into the softening cock as it pushed itself in, reaching just up to his prostate and pushing down on his abdomen. He felt its weight hold him down against the bench, this fur moving forwards once a good portion of the cock had found its home within his guts. A heavy nose was pressed against the nape of his neck as the dog pulled his cock free. Ember began to huff and whimper loudly; whining out as this fur lurched his hips forwards just the slightest bit to elicit such a response. A thick set of lips was mushed against his forcefully, his mouth open just long enough for this fur to kiss him. The heady scent of smoke and alcohol clung to his man's mouth and mingled with his saliva, a salty tongue darting out and duelling with Ember's. He could put up no fight as he was numb from being open too long, and he realised that these leathered lips and muscled tongue could only belong to the horse. Expertly he was claimed from both ends by a single stallion, a horse cock steamrolling its way deeper into him and a mouth muffling out any cry he had left to give.

Ember felt the member pass over his prostate, grinding it into a flattened nerve that was firing off all sorts of sensations that had his groin, but still no climax would take hold. The sparks were then in the thousands, but for some reason the firewood was damp and refused to light. Somehow, this stallion seemed to sense the desperate urge to shoot, and a slimy paw groped the frighteningly hard cock, giving it a few tugs before squeezing the balls. Ember could feel, very faintly mind, the warmth that was not of his own body. It was firm, practically solid to the touch, but it wrapped around the base of his crotch and another time around his sack, finally again around his dick. He whined aloud, like a frustrated puppy, as it dawned on him that they hadn't just simply tied him down to a bench, but they had also ensnared his privates within the perfect prison, something that would keep him hard and exposed, his knot locking him into the accessory, but also something that would deny him an orgasm for the entirety that it was attached to him. Moaning, he writhed against the bench as this new information crippled his willpower, as knowing he could not cum himself made the whole process so much more torturous. He would never be finished, not until every last male had had their fill. There would be no point at which he himself would be allowed any relief. Instead the burning desire to cum would build and build until even the smallest touch - even just a scrape - would set him on edge with all his fur standing on end.

Deeper and deeper still, perhaps deeper than the arm had been, the behemoth cock still pushed on. Ember would never know quite how deep it truly was, but he was sure it had begun to push its way past his abdomen. He could only imagine what it was doing to him, how it looked to those who stood watching on in the club, but their lustful silence did nothing to soothe him. He groaned into the horse's muzzle, being kissed passionately and ferociously as, finally, he felt those giant orbs press up against his taint and the coarse pubic fur scratch against his tailbone. Those balls made Ember's whole crotch appear minute in comparison. He couldn't see of course, but he could just feel the immensity sitting against him. If the cock was anything to go off, throbbing deep within him like a slumbering snake, then he knew with certainty that those balls would be close to melons. For now he was held there like that; an explorative tongue working his mouth whilst he kept that manhood held firm, pushing as deep as he could into the wolf's tenderised ass.

Then there came the inevitable exit. The stallion was slow at first, though this wouldn't have lasted long as he became impatient. Ember didn't doubt that this fur was a master at using his meat to its fullest potential - he had known how to fist him open enough to take him, after all - so it came as no surprise that no matter how brutal the stallion was Ember was kept beyond harm. But all that meant was that the wolf had to endure the long, leisurely fucking that was in store for him. That rod slid out, pulled back by those powerful hips until only the flare of that gigantic horse remained just tucked inside. Ember was wriggling against the weight, feeling the bulk of the horse's muscles bear down onto his back, but of course there was nothing he could do. There came that rush forwards as the stallion began to slide back in, and the wolf mewled pathetically as his innards were once again reshaped to this male's liking.

To say the experience was mind blowing would be too small a judgement. Ember drifted in and out of reality as he felt this powerful beast fuck him. It was unrelenting and seemed to go endlessly. Still he was possessed by his willpower though to remain with the ride, focusing on milking his ass so that the horse would nicker and whinny in his own adulations of bliss. In went the length, right to the thickest base, then back out all the way to that engorged flare. Over and over, again and again, with no signs of slowing down and no signs of stopping; the night had begun out with bare instants of touches, few signs of any life beyond his blacked out world aside from the prevalent haze of smoke and gentle groan of voices in the background. But now it had ended to this, a horse ploughing his behind like it might have done a field, this constant sensation driving him the brink and beyond but still nowhere near to release. Above him the stallion went faster still, powering that member, so thick and veiny, deep into his ass then back out. Ember could feel his rim clutch to it in an earnest hug, unsure as to whether he wanted it all in or all out, but just for it to stop grinding against his insides. His walls were aflame with electricity, his cock ready to spew were it not for the confining rings. It wasn't love making. It wasn't even breeding to its most primal level. It was just plain old sexual humiliation and torment.

His muzzle was let go, the stallion seeming to find better tastes along his neck and shoulder blades, nibbling wherever he liked as he pounded away at the numb wolf butt. Ember was allowed a voice, and he took full advantage of it. He instantly began his desperate pleas, caught within breaths as he couldn't make so much the faintest of sounds. The slamming deep in his gut would hit his diaphragm, knocking the wind from his lungs and keeping him pleasantly quiet. The crowd seemed to enjoy this, and again whilst they roared on he was fed cock after cock, all on the point of orgasm, leaving him with just sticky strands of cum shooting onto his tongue, down his throat, and across his face - thankfully the scarf, whilst at first a hindering factor, now protected his eyes as he coated in this drenching of male juice. He simply swallowed what he could and tried to lick up the rest, knowing a great deal more covered his face than what his tongue could reach.

But this was nothing compared to the grand finale. There was a loud whinny, stretched out and pained as though the stallion had been purposefully holding it back, and a few short and rampant thrusts later Ember could feel that cock firm up within his hole. It stretched him to the point where he nearly yelled, gasping as much as he could as he was hilted like a good cock sleeve should be. The flare, buried deep within him, somewhere around his midriff where he bloated out, pressed against him in all manner of ways. Each time he so much as moved he could feel it pushing outwards in that enlarged ring. Then the torrents of cum began to flow. The first shot was powerful, firing off deep within him, to the extent that he felt it surge through his body. Plugged up inside his body by that head, it had nowhere to go but further down. It was quickly followed by a second bolt, just as much as the last and it pushed up behind the flood. Then there came the third, fourth, fifth... The numbers rode on until Ember could count no more, instead letting himself dwell on his distending gut and seeping warmth that worked its way through his loosened bowels. The wolf knew, deep down, past all the gushing cum and tired muscles, that he was at his limit. He couldn't take anymore. He settled himself down to breathe hard, sucking in the much needed air he suddenly realised he sorely missed, feeling it replenish what little of his body it could. It was over, finally, with the stallion spent and happy, and his body broken in and claimed by so many men.

But still the blindfold was not removed, and that fact alone unnerved the weakened wolf.

He felt the slow withdrawal of the meat from his ass, that flare grinding along his inner walls with agonising pleasure, as though it were metal sparking against metal, firing off the senses throughout his body. There was nothing he could do once more but allow the stallion the last moment of triumph, knowing he was very much enjoying the pitiful wolf squeal as the flare rubbed along such sensitive flesh. Ember whimpered involuntarily as he felt his useless guts gurgle before the splurge of cum erupted out from his hole once the head popped free, the flare making a delicious slap as it left. Ember felt the warm ooze wash down his thighs and crotch, soaking against his own painfully erect member and swollen balls. That was the end, it had to be.

"Time for the puppy to cum..."

A paw, greasy and slick with jizz, gripped his dick easily within a single grasp. Ember assumed it was the horse, as the voice seemed familiar to him, but he would never have known. He thrashed about in his containment as the slow, languid strokes began, putting his wracked body to even greater lengths of strain. He was tired, unbelievably so, and his exhausted body couldn't tolerate it. He could feel himself slipping; this alien orgasm not of relief but torture, and the world seemed to pulse with fog.

"Maybe... perhaps not today though..."

And the paw left his cock, leaving him to whine, fight, and groan out to nobody in particular as he was left unsatisfied, used, and desperate for an encore.