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They weren't actually that far from a club Iaeger had visited a few times in the past few months. It was a remarkable transition to him, that a short while ago he'd decided he'd move from just hooking up with random guys online and get out of his shell more. He'd bitten off a little more than he'd intended, leading him on this wild ride, but it had put him into contact with a friend's friend - well, friend was a loose term, more like slave or pet, if Iaeger was being frank. He wasn't even sure what they're relation was, but the offer was still made. 'A chance to indulge in some darker fantasies' he was told. 'Earn a bit of money doing something very fun' he'd been goaded. The wolf didn't see much of a downside to it, if only he had a better idea of what he was getting into.

He was asked a few questions over the phone of a number he'd been given. Some guy had answered; an indiscriminate voice that he couldn't picture with a face picked up. Questions had varied from inquiring about Iaeger's personal tastes to the kinds of fantasies he'd always wanted to indulge. On the spot, he'd struggled to answer, but the other guy was patient, letting him take his time and chatting to him about potential situations and fetishes he'd have the chance to experience. It had been smooth sailing from there, the wolf eventually lapsing into a comfortable conversation where by the time he put the phone down he realised he was sporting wood, a damp spot dribbling in the tented briefs. He'd just rattled off his whole sex life, his fantasies, his desires, to a random guy on - was that technically phone sex? He'd even told him about the stuff he'd done, either at home on his own merits or at the sex clubs he'd frequented. Though he could never have known for sure, he could have sworn he heard a smile in the man's voice that he was speaking to, lips curled up in some malicious grin. When he'd finally delved as much as he could muster to this mysterious individual, he was made a very tempting and lucrative offer. He would have been stupid to have said no.

Once he'd made the confirmation, he had been given an address, a time, and some mild instructions to 'come prepared for anything'. Though he hadn't been entirely sure what that had meant, his suspicion led him to believe he ought to be prepared coming home bow-legged and with a spare pair of underwear at the ready.

When he'd turned up on set, he quickly realised the sorts of people he was dealing with. He was already quite familiar with their range of toys; the Kaiser Studios were infamous, especially for the wolf. He had already bought up every toy they'd pumped out in the recent years from their line of products, especially a certain feline he was positive he'd had in person, as well as the dildo that came from his co-star for today... He'd only ever known him in moulded rubber as the Brute, only ever seen him on camera as the infamous Victor Dark, but when Iaeger had turned up on set at the factory, he'd been greeted by the ursine with a friendly paw-shake and a shit-eating grin,

"Pleasure to meet ya," the bear had leaned in, grinning as he whispered all too loudly in the wolf's ear, "Pleasure to fuck ya later too! Call me Vic, you must be..." Iaeger gave his name, rewarding him with a slap on the shoulder as the large rotund male steered him through the small milling crowd that had gathered for today's shoot, "We're gonna have fun today, okay Iaeger? According to the mutt, you're already... used to being used, right?" He chuckled heartily, seeming to be plenty at ease despite the wolf's jitters that still plagued his mind.

"Sure, I've been around the block a few times..."

"Great, then you'll be able to keep pace," Victor left the wolf standing by an empty space of the factory floor, lit up from all sides by scorching spotlights, "Remember, today's all about having a good time, so just go with the flow and enjoy yourself! Let me take care of the rest." With a flick of a paw, he indicated a table to Iaeger, "Better get changed too - we'll want you to look the part."

That was the last of the bear Iaeger saw for now, as he disappeared off, presumably to get changed himself or to prepare himself for the role. The wolf wasn't entirely sure, but he was clear on some details. The guy on the phone had said something about a domination scene, a film taking place between worker and foreman, but that was all that he knew near enough. There was no script, though apparently he wouldn't have many lines, and he was to submit to the wishes of whoever his partner was going to be for the shoot - which would be where the bear came in. Iaeger sighed. At least he would get the cheque, though he worried if he would 'enjoy himself'.

He turned his attention to the table for his costume, though he had expected something a little more concealing. Instead all that was laid out for him was a meagre welding apron, the heavy duty leather feeling hefty in his grasp as he lifted it up for inspection. It was simple enough, nothing he was unfamiliar with, and alongside it was a gas mask, but it was that which seemed peculiar. The two props didn't exactly go together well; it was only when he discovered a leather harness and two matching pairs of cuffs and anklets sitting beneath them both did he begin to realise what he was expected to do. The apron would just be to keep up the façade of an actual factory workplace - the rest of the gear would most likely come into play. He knew enough about some sessions to know that utilising this sort of stuff was a real turn on for some guys. Though he didn't mind, there was little choice. He shrugged off his clothes and stripped down, modesty kicking in only when someone happened to pass by. Stripping down to just his boxers, he began to shackle on the harness he'd been given, a cross that cut across his chest, over each shoulder and looping around his waist, followed by each limbs' cuff. As he finished the last buckle, he reached for the apron, until a voice called out,

"You'll need to lose those too..."

Iaeger looked up to see who'd spoken to him. Emerging from the side of the set was a mutt, probably the one Victor had been referring to, who approached him, gaze cast downward to the wolf's crotch. Iaeger glanced down to see what was wrong, was a strap loose on his harness?

"What's wrong?"

"We need you absolutely nude underneath the apron." The mutt gave an apologetic smile, but clapped his paws together, "Not got much time to fuss around, I need you in position now."

"Alright..." Iaeger was a bit taken aback by the whole situation, but sheepishly he wriggled his way out of his boxers, letting them drop to the floor only to then be discarded with the rest of his garments. Hurriedly he placed the apron around his neck and bound it loosely behind his back, snatching the mask off the table and walking briskly into the illuminated 'stage'. The factory had fallen unusually quiet as the crew began to settle down, getting into position around the set, cameras slugged over shoulders and ready in paws. The lenses were all pointed inwards, making Iaeger feel a little on the spot, though he did his best to ignore them all. Lifting the gas mask to his head, he lowered it over his scalp and fastened it around his face, securing it tightly until his wheeze filled the filters, his breath coming out in soft rasps.

"You ready then?" the mutt called from the side-lines. Iaeger gave him a thumbs up, "Just pretend to look busy, Victor will take over from there."

And that was it. Iaeger wouldn't hear a word of interruption or guidance from the crew from here on out, though he wouldn't have known. Awkwardly he wondered how exactly he would make himself look the part, but a sly though occurred to him; since he was going commando, that meant if he bent over his rear would be on fully display for the camera. With his plan in mind, the wolf leant over, placing one footpaw against a metal railing so as to spread his cheeks apart whilst he stooped over. He lifted his tail up and out of the way, exposing the delicious pink of his hole, the taut rim throbbing with his pulse as he anticipated the next move. He waited for what felt like an age, the heat of those lights bleeding against his fur, wondering just when exactly Victor was going to make his entrance. He tried not to look behind him, making sure to keep his gaze fixed upon the defunct machinery in front of him, pretending as he'd been asked to look hard at work.

He wondered how long they might be, assuming they were just getting some snapshots of him bent over, ass displayed for the cameras, but Iaeger nearly jumped out of his fur when he felt a large paw smack at his protruding rump, slapping the bared cheeks that stuck out from the apron. Yipping involuntarily, he straightened up nearly, turning round to see the offending owner of the paw.

"Briggs, can I have a word?" Victor stood there completely in a manner unlike when Iaeger had first met him. Dressed now in tattered denim jeans, a flannel shirt pulled over his barrelled torso, and a leather cap fitted on his head. A rather thick looking belt held up his waistline, the trousers perhaps a size too small for him as they bulged obscenely in the front. It was almost impossible to avoid looking at the swollen crotch, Iaeger already wondering what the real article was like underneath. He knew quite well what the toy felt like, but nothing could replace warm flesh, drooling pre, and a heavy brute slamming behind it all. As he looked the black bear up and down, Iaeger pulled the gas mask from off his face, sucking in a breath of as-fresh-as-could-be air,

"Sorry?" His name wasn't Briggs, that was for sure, but Victor was looking at him with a stern gaze.

"I said, could I have a word please, Briggs?" Victor repeated, tone more affirmed second time around. Iaeger assumed that the bear was just assigning him a persona. It seemed to be the most plausible explanation.

"Course, sir," the wolf turned around to fully face the large male, "What can I do for you?"

Victor stepped up closer, maybe a little too close for professional standards in the regular workplace, but for a porno Iaeger guessed it would have been appropriate. He could smell the bear's musk practically pouring off his body, that stomach of his barely contained behind the work-shirt. His eyes were dark, like a shadow had cast over them, his gaze predatory,

"I'm not happy with your quarterly performance..." There was a snarl to his voice, something that had crept in rather than simply presenting itself. Iaeger had no idea what he was talking about though. It was difficult to feign a reaction, "You're not working as hard as the other men. A boy could do better than you, Briggs - a weak, sissy little boy who likes to play all day. Are you a boy, Briggs?"

Iaeger wasn't sure what exactly would be the best answer. Certainly it would decide how the scene was to continue; deny it all and proclaim he was a man, and naturally he could see how the bear might push it towards sex by having him prove how much of a man he was. But that might lead to him winding up on top, if the bear then subbed. If he answered yes, he'd become the 'boy', which instantly leans into the kind of kinky shit Iaeger was used to. But what had Victor determined they were up to?

"I don't know..." He half-mumbled, unsure of which he'd prefer. It would be easier if Victor just rolled with it and did whatever he wanted. After all, he was supposed to be the veteran and not the amateur like Iaeger.

"Well, I ain't got room for boys on the factory floor, and since you're clearly not a man to declare it, then I don't know what to do with you." Victor's arms folded, adding just that little bit extra size to his already massive chest. It worked amazingly, turning him into an even more intimidating figure, "Tell me why I ought to keep you on."

"Uh..." Cameras were watching. Iaeger doubted that viewers sitting with their paws wrapped around their cocks would want to watch lengthy exposition. Nobody gives a shit about the internal workings of a company and the merits of keeping on a legit employee, "I swear, I'll do whatever you want, please don't fire me!" It was cringe-worthy, the wolf knew that much before he'd opened his muzzle, but it was all that came to mind from the shitty pornos he'd seen from other studios. Victor didn't even resist the dreary eye-roll as Iaeger made his plea, the camera filming their little confrontation.

"Are you making a pass at me, Briggs? Because I've had plenty of former workers offer themselves to me who were promptly fired for their underperformance." Why was Iaeger feeling a cold sweat? It wasn't like he was going to lose a genuine job here, but he felt like he was on trial. Perhaps it had something to do with the crew lingering just out of view from the set, that he'd let them all down for the ridiculous sum he was being paid. He wanted to do a good job, after all. He swallowed, anxious over how the next few seconds would go,

"Yes sir... I will be your boy if you let me keep my job."

Victor let out a snorted chortle, belly jostling as he laughed,

"Oh really now?" He raised one eyebrow, "Do you wanna know why those so called 'men' were fired for submitting to me?" Iaeger reluctantly nodded his head, opting not to say anything more in case he'd fuck up the scene further. It seemed like now Victor was taking back control, "It's because they couldn't handle me. It seems they weren't good little boys like you who know when to submit to a real man, ain't that right boy?" Another nod from the wolf, as Victor finally closed the rest of the gap. His arms unfurled and a brutish paw was raised and stroked across the side of his muzzle, before cupping rather aggressively at the wolf's neck, "You'd better show me what you can do then."

Before Iaeger had a chance to speak further, he felt the rough lips of the bear's pressed against his own. He melted into the kiss, leaning against his partner's weight as their muzzle's locked. He rasping tongue pricked at his mouth, pushing in with little force - Iaeger nearly choked as he was fed Victor's tongue, the man truly living up to his species specialities. The muscle roamed and explored every possible way in the wolf's mouth, until all Iaeger could soon taste was the bear's heavy spit and breath as it whistled against him. His body was falling flush with the other's, that gut pressed up against him until it had him pinned to the railing, arms wrapping round him and paws gripping at his back and bicep, holding him firmly in place whilst Victor took his time. He kissed leisurely but hungrily, like he was going to savour his meal before devouring it whole.

Finally though, Victor did break off the kiss, abruptly ending the half of what had been something akin to a make-out session, though Iaeger knew it was quite one-sided considering how the bear had dominated the kiss,

"Pretty sweet mouth, you got there, lad." A paw was patted and then left to clamp onto Iaeger's shoulder as the other went to unbutton the bear's flannel shirt, "Why don't we see if it feels as good as it tastes..."

Iaeger felt himself being forced to kneel. He didn't resist the bear's push, letting himself drop to his knees, though it was awkward in the clumsy apron. Thankfully it did serve to cushion his legs as he slumped to the cold concrete. Victor was already shrugging off his shirt by the time he'd touched the ground, and now the fly to his denim was being unzipped, though the belt left on. The wolf waited obediently, his eyes level with that bulging crotch, as the bear fished out his underwear. From between the two folds of the jeans came a dirty jockstrap of the bear's own, Kaiser Studio branded too, as if to add insult to injury. Iaeger's nose was assaulted immediately with the heavy scent of musk, sweat, and dried piss that emanated from that throbbing crotch. He could make out the outline of what had to be a barely contained erection, the hardness pressing out against the filthy fabric with a wet spot forming where only the head could be. Behind that, two bumps that could have only been balls sagged the jockstrap down, most likely a size too small for the bear to show off his natural size. It all sat just under the lip of the bear's muscled gut, meaning Iaeger would truly be buried underneath Victor's stomach if he were to deep-throat his length.

"Go on, give it a kiss." His voice was slurring, like he was enjoying himself. Iaeger would just have to hope that it wasn't just for the cameras alone and that he was doing something right.

He leaned forwards, planting his mouth against the foul-smelling underwear, and kissed it lightly. The taste smeared against his lips like oil, impossible to remove and any attempts to lick it up only seemed to make it grow stronger. But a paw on the back of his head meant Iaeger had nowhere else to go but deeper into the bear's musky crotch. His muzzle was ground against the jockstrap, opening his mouth to slather along the underwear. It was overwhelming as it built, the taste nearly oozing against his buds as he tongued the bulge, his spittle coating Victor's groin in a fine sheen. He gagged once or twice, his eyes watering, but Victor didn't seem to care - or notice, whichever Iaeger wanted to believe more.

The jockstrap was eventually pushed aside though, and the wolf was finally granted the sight of what he'd come here for. The bear's member was much thicker than Iaeger had expected. Perhaps it wasn't as long as he'd envisioned, but the girth made it look monstrous almost, like it could actually do serious damage to someone, whoever fell victim to it. He was nervous nearly at the thought of it entering him, had he not practiced before with his own toy. But a toy was nothing compared to the real thing, he had to accept, and certainly now that he had the living, pulsing cock in front of him it was definitely different. It was veinier than the dildo version, looked wetter with a slimy shine, smelt far better too, and radiated an almost overbearing heat. Its tip dribbled a thick line of pre, something that caught Iaeger's eye the most from the huge head. He felt the paw push him down towards it, his natural instinct making him open his mouth wide as Victor fed him his cock,

"That's it, boy, take Sir's dick." It was neither a compliment nor a command, but the tone felt oppressive, like Victor was totally in charge. That was fine for the wolf, but it didn't give him much choice as the musky, wet cock slid into his muzzle. He wrapped his lips around it as best he could, but the thickness wouldn't let up. As he felt that head push deeper and deeper, his jaws were spread wider until he could feel a dull ache throbbing along his cheeks. His lips were stretched taut as Victor seemed keen on bottoming out in his mouth, the paw growing more insistent the more Iaeger tried to pull back. There was a brief, momentary struggle where for once the wolf panicked that they weren't actually acting, that this wasn't a film scene where both of them were sane but rather the bear was a vicious top, intent only on serving himself. Iaeger nearly choked as the male's thick cock plugged up his mouth until there seemed to be no room left to give. But eventually Victor let him breathe, the paw releasing its heavy grip and Iaeger taking the chance to immediately pull back and suck in some sorely needed air. He knew very well it'd only be a reprieve as the paw returned to push him back down. Only this time it came with the other as well, Victor clamping his grasp down on the wolf's head to hold him steady, easing his hips forwards as he pulled his muzzle onto him. Iaeger didn't struggle, merely try and adjust as best he could, as those wiry pubes and heavy scent rushed up to meet him. He squirmed, his jaw feeling like it was about to pop open, as the bear slid in as deep as he could, finally pressing himself fully into the wolf's over-stuffed maw. Iaeger writhed as Victor just held him there, as if himself were a toy, and let the convulsions of the wolf's throat work over his dick. It was a surreal feeling, as Iaeger was almost certain that his neck was bulging from the size of the member running down his gullet, giving him no room to breathe or even move his tongue as it was pressed flat against the musky cock's underside. He could taste the faintest of earthy pre, mixed in against the hotness of the bear's stench. It filtered in through his nose too, like a lingering scent that just wouldn't leave, until it had burnt itself into his very sense of smell.

Victor began to pivot himself backwards and forwards, moving himself a gentle swing as he pulled his hips back, only to then let them slide forward almost imperceptibly. The movement at first was subtle, practically nothing, but steadily it built. The bear was like a piston, the cock slipping in and out of the wolf's mouth with ease and skill, speed building up until it was a constant pace, slamming over and over at his throat with savage precision and force. Iaeger could do nothing but grip the railing behind him as a brace whilst Victor used his mouth like a sleeve, plunging his length in full to the pubes, grinding against the wolf's face, as if he were fucking a simple hole. His paws had a harsh grip around his skull, each palm practically smothering either side in a hot grasp. Iaeger could only endure whilst Victor grunted and groaned, letting him loose in the warm confines of his muzzle. He was certain a camera would be close by, making sure to capture the bulge of his cheeks and the stretch of his throat.

Eventually though the bear had to ease up, pulling his cock free from the wolf's mouth with a satisfying pop against his lips. Iaeger wheezed much needed breaths, his paw instantly going up to rub against his nape, soothing the ache that had travelled down his oesophagus. It was always a challenge, deep-throating, especially with Victor's shaft.

"Alright boy, whilst I'd love to just fuck you here and dump a load down that pretty mouth of yours, I do need to teach you a lesson for failing our company."

Iaeger wasn't sure what he meant, but they were in the scene together now - it would be something sexual, for sure. He just didn't know what.

He was helped to his footpaws by the bear, but what he had seen as a pleasant gesture turned immediately dominant as Victor quite nearly tore the apron from the wolf's body. The strap that had bound the costume to him was ripped, and it was lifted off his head, revealing the leathered up body beneath,

"Well, well... This isn't appropriate uniform!" Victor seemed too pleased that Iaeger was dressed up in the only thing he'd been allowed to wear, the feeling of it being staged and set up against him not lost on the wolf. "I will have to punish you even more... and fortunately your choice gear can help with that."

Though it wasn't his fault, Iaeger felt a hot flush of shame warm his cheeks as his arms were manhandled and lifted high above him. Victor pulled on unseen chains and brought them down, connected to some sort of crossbar way above them both, latching either end to each of the cuffs of the wolf's wrists. With a hefty tug, Victor had strung up the wolf with ease, Iaeger feeling like he was barely able to stand upon his tiptoes as most of his weight was left to pull at his arms. Another chain was fitted to the centre of his chest, where a ring joined all the leather straps which crossed his body, and it was brought closer to the railing, clasped there too so that his movements were limited. Finally, though inevitably, the bear squatted down and fixed two last chains to each footpaw, getting up himself and walking off in each direction, first left, then right, and attaching the other two ends to far points in the darkness where Iaeger could not see, for the light overhead blinded him if he tried to squint. From the shadows the chains pulled taut, and he felt himself practically lifting off the ground. Victor didn't emerge again into the illuminated set until Iaeger was left dangling in the air, suspended by the bindings now fitted to his cuffs, his limbs aching in immediate protest. In his paws he carried a rather heavy looking paddle, smoothed rivets on one side that the strung up male could only imagine what they were for.

As Victor sauntered up to the wolf, he had a devilish glint behind his eyes, hidden in darkness, which belied his intent. Iaeger could only peer back over his shoulder, facing away not only from the bear but from everyone else. He felt utterly exposed before them all, his cheeks held apart and his hole on display, for all to see.

"Oh, what I'd give to make you scream, boy," Victor growled, though if Iaeger was honest it might as well have been a purr were he a feline. There was such deep satisfaction in his voice, the words dripping with gleeful malice, "But... I can't have people rushing to your aid so... better to gag you up than to let you beg for mercy."

There was a rustle of clothing as Victor stripped off the last of his clothes. His jeans were dropped to the floor and kicked away, but he snatched his jockstrap up before it was lost off set. Immediately Iaeger connected the dots and swallowed, licking his lips as he realised these would be the final few moments he could savour the sweet taste of clean-as-could-be air and a normal feeling in his mouth. He couldn't resist, merely try and turn his head away as the bear approached, stooping to pick up his discarded gas mask before reaching the bound wolf. First came the jockstrap; with paddle placed under his armpit and mask dangling by its straps on his wrist, Victor grabbed Iaeger's muzzle and forced it open, stuffing the wadded up underwear inside. The rank bitterness and heady musk already swelled and unfurled in the wolf's mouth as his spit started to soak into the fabric, all sorts of tastes and flavours beginning to seep out onto his tongue. He wanted to spit it out, but he whimpered as Victor brought the gas mask down over his face, the stuffiness returning almost immediately as he acclimatised to the swelter of it over him. His vision became foggy by the murky eye-holes, his breath ragged now as not only did he have to contend with the pressure of the mask but also the jockstrap plugging his muzzle. Suffice to say though that he could indeed breathe, though every inhale brought new flavours of musk billowing into his lungs, every minute swallow of his mouth letting soiled-spit trickle down his throat. The mask only concentrated every sense into one onslaught, so that soon it was all Iaeger could breathe and taste, blossoming deep within him like the musk was becoming some integral part of his being.

Deep in his musk-swamped reverie, Iaeger hadn't been expected the first swat to come so soon. But when it did, he yelped sharply into the mask, which tested just how well it would muffle his cries.

It worked perfectly.

The sting of the paddle striking against his unprepared cheeks had startled him, his body shocked from the sudden trauma. Rings of pain scored through his rear and up along his sides, the feeling of vibrations lingering almost, as if Victor hadn't simply spanked his ass with a meagre paddle but instead had driven a pile-driver against it. Iaeger struggled to breathe to regain his composure, the air whistling from his mask as he sucked in bitter breaths. Though the taste was rank, there was little other choice than to calm himself. He could feel the burn radiate against his buttocks, where Victor's paddle had snapped against him, as his skin began to realise it had been struck.

Victor seemed to acknowledge the wolf's distress, and allowed him a moment to still himself. Though it was only a moment, Iaeger noted, before he was positive the bear was lining up for another shot. The wolf did his best to return down a stable level, this time aware he was about to be spanked once more, but it did little to lessen the pain.

The slash through the air of a sailing paddle cut into Iaeger's ears, followed by the bloom of fire against his cheeks.

Once more he screamed into the mask, his voice muffled so much that it must have only been a barely audible groan from the outside, but to the wolf his shrieks were quite real and quite loud. He pulled on the chains holding him up, his body swaying forwards as he tried to jerk away from the impact, though naturally he could nothing but swing harmlessly back and forth, from side to side. The chains held him in position, at the mercy of the bear, strangling sobs that flourished in his chest as Victor came back for another shot.

Again Iaeger barely registered the sound of the paddle before he felt that frightening spark against his ass. Once more his body bucked away, as if it knew damn well it had to get away from the pain, but just as before there was no escape from the assault. For as much as Iaeger moaned and yelled into his gas mask, nothing changed from behind. Victor would came at him again and again, building up the intensity of the strikes. Some came softly, but in quick succession, his body not quite reacting until the sensation began to overload and his juddered away, the paddle simply following him and carrying on despite his groans. Other times, they were hard and fast but fleeting, never put into a pattern of repeated on a routine. They were as and when Victor pleased, which were just as bad as the consecutive spanks. The pain equalled the same for some ungodly reason, though they were quite removed from one another.

By the time Iaeger had lost count of how many times he'd been hit, his ass was a singing mess, burning with a bright intensity, his limbs sore and every muscle in his body aching, feeling like they might very well just crack off at the lightest touch.

Iaeger didn't even acknowledge let alone fight back when he felt the bear's paws sliding over his bruised cheeks. He was sure though Victor was saying something, but by now it was all moot, just something for the camera's sake. He grunted, if only to make it seem real and plausible, but he doubted he'd need to do even that now. After a performance he'd just endured, anybody telling him that it was no longer authentic could go walk into traffic. Iaeger was beyond the precipice and was now teetering into true primal lust and darkened desires. Any sane person would be enraged and upset that they'd been beaten in such a way, but the wolf only found himself painfully hard, not realising his cock had been jutting out of its sheath the entire time he'd been spanked, pre dribbling down onto the concrete floor. His knot was swollen and throbbing, begging for the simplest touch, to feel stimulation of any kind, but those feelings of pleasure had since been eroded away by pain, and now Victor's nursing paw only served to stoke the flames burning within him. If pain meant pleasure, he would allow the bear to spank him raw until he came.

The distance was closed further, the clatter of the paddle hitting the floor, and the bear's rugged body was placed up against the wolf's prone back. That gut prodded at his tail-base, which was yanked roughly out of the way to expose his puckered hole amidst his scorched cheeks. A wet thumb was carelessly pressed against his hole, digging inside without much thought, until the rim had sucked the digit inside down to its knuckle. Iaeger could feel the bear working the thumb around, testing his hole and working a wad of spit inside him, but the fight had been given up long ago. There was no chance he could resist anyway, as he was still bound and strung up like an animal. The thumb pivoted back and forth, sinking in and back out of the warm, tight hole. Iaeger could feel the persistence behind Victor's paw and that he simply refused to just stop despite anything the wolf might do. He could only moan softly into his gag, his mind delirious, whilst he was fingered open.

All too suddenly, just like much of today, the sensation was lost swiftly. The thumb was removed and Iaeger felt his hole tighten shut, clinging to the lingering sensation of Victor's paw that was now gone. It was replaced just as quickly though.

A fat, slippery head was pressed up against his hole. Iaeger was not blissful ignorant of what it was; Victor's paw was most likely wrapped around his cock as it was pushed against his entrance, lightly leaning himself forward against Iaeger's weight so that the tip would slip in, if only slightly, before pulling back as the wolf's grunts became panicked. This seemed to repeat, over and over, as if Victor was slowly and gradually forcing himself into the wolf's ass. Iaeger just groaned and allowed himself to be manipulated by the bear, his rim stretching just that little bit wider and wider each time he pushed forward. He would strain upon his chains, tipping forward until his weight would pull him back, momentum carrying him onto Victor's shaft and splitting him open.

It was hard going, worse still that he had no control over the situation, but Victor's experience seemed to be at work; though it took many long minutes, perhaps even half an hour as time bled away from the wolf, he could feel himself opening to take the bear's cock. Each thrust still had him moaning and whining in protest, his ass tender to any slight glance of the bear's thick hips against his own, but that member stuck between them, almost like a prop, bridging a gap and keeping them at exactly the bear's length away.

"Yeah boy, feel that? You gonna let Sir in and show you what a real man can do?" This time Victor's voice was sharp in his ears, distinguishable above all else, above his rasping breath, above the rattle of chains, above his very own moans of displeasure as he was spread apart, "You gonna give yourself to me?"

Iaeger could only mumble his affirmation, anything to just get that cock inside him. It was making him both uncomfortable as well as euphoric, feeling that powerful heat just pulsing right outside his entrance. It was slipping inside only a bit at a time, but it wasn't far off from breaking through that first barrier. Victor just chuckled, the sound content,

"Good boy."

He thrust forward, which in turn made Iaeger swing ahead too, but it was that sway of the weight that ended up burying him upon the first inch of Victor's shaft. He howled aloud into the mask, the noise reverberating around the inside and most surely causing a commotion for those listening. A deep stabbing agony had flared in his gut and continued to beat like any pain would, but he could feel it now. It was unmistakable, that fat shaft had pierced through his hole and was now sitting just in the beginnings of his bowels, just waiting to sink deeper. Iaeger thrashed in his bindings as it was his only expression of pain to the outside world, waiting for Victor to maybe remove his cock or sink it deeper, anything to hurry along the sensations, but no. He just waited. He waited until Iaeger had once again fallen still and he waited until he was sure that ring had adjusted to his thickness. Paws stroked over his bruised cheeks, making him quiver and shudder as gentle sparks flickered from his behind. Victor stood there, hips perfectly still, whilst the wolf's hole clenched around his girth. Victor must have known he was endowed with something horrifically monstrous, or else he wouldn't be this careful with himself, as it seemed to be yet another age until he made tiny shifts with his body.

Just like before, he started them up gradually, sliding just a touch out of the wolf only to bury himself in perhaps a few centimetres more. That small distance was all it took to have Iaeger squirming in his chains, wriggling to pull himself off though there was nowhere to go but back down again. Victor was surprisingly patient, each time Iaeger struggled he would just stop and wait until he had tired, and would then start up once more. He'd just repeat himself; a tiny bit out, a little more in, a tiny bit out, a little more in, until Iaeger was convinced that half the bear's length must be plunging into his innards by now. It felt like a weight was being dragged through his guts, Victor's massive size just stretching every crevice out until it felt like an ironed tunnel.

Though he'd remained relatively quiet during the whole ordeal, save for his odd remark about how tight his boy was, Victor soon began to grunt in time with Iaeger. It was dulled at first, thanks to the gas mask, but it picked up in volume shortly after. Each time the bear would pump his hips forward to sink another inch into the wolf, he would growl, a short snap of his teeth as that hole clung to yet more of his cock. Iaeger could definitely feel him inside now, the sensation of the bludgeon pushing through his guts like a hot poker. It didn't toy with his senses, it didn't tease his pleasure; it merely robbed him of all feeling and ground out his prostate. His own manhood just dribbled onto the floor, sagging in length as he'd lost some of his firmness, but it hardly mattered as he was more focused on Victor driving through his insides.

Iaeger thought the torment would honestly never end. He was beginning to wonder even just how long he was obligated to be filming for, whether it was a by-the-hour deal or if he just had to complete a day's worth of shooting. He whimpered and drooled into his mask as Victor finally, after so many painful minutes, hilted himself deep inside the wolf's ass. His balls pressed up against the back of Iaeger's, the bear's sack by far larger than his, swatting his orbs like they were nothing but scant grapes against his impressive oranges. His coarse pubes ground up against the bottom of his tail, slick with pre and the run-off from the wolf's hole, as Victor held himself there. His paws pushed down hard on Iaeger's thighs, keeping the male's body as close to his own as possible, touching perhaps the deepest part of the wolf's insides. Iaeger squirmed to be free, but he was too weak and too much at a disadvantage to resist. He rested there, his hole convulsing around the bear's meat, his own cock reawakening as it realised finally they may actually get somewhere.

But Victor didn't take this as gently as he had up until now. Once he had filled the wolf's rear with all that he had to offer, it was like a switch had been flicked deep within him. Within an instant, gone was the tender, patient bear who had taken his time with the wolf despite the odds stacked against him, replaced only now with a snarling brute who abandoned any vestige of gentleness.

The bear pulled his length out of the wolf's hole right until the head popped out, leaving the rim to gape lewdly, dripping with pre, before he suddenly shoved his cock right back in. Iaeger screamed anew into his gag, as Victor reamed his hole with a vicious brutality, plunging from base to tip without so much as a care to his state. Though perhaps there were fewer inches than any horse or bull cock, or even a tiger cock, he'd faced before, the bear's girth outshone them by far, and to have his hole ripped apart by such a size left him feeling hollowed and empty upon each outstroke. Iaeger shudders as the suction upon his gut drew out his insides, the friction dragging along the bear's dick, only to be forced back in once more with a filthy squelch, as moist confines were fed Victor's meat. He was shaking in his chains, body sore, aching, and now tormented by the fat cock ramming into his rear, but there was nothing Iaeger could do but endure all the sensations. His mouth was awash with musk, he was delirious from breathing in the male's potent stench, his cock was hard, left untouched, forgotten, and now his ass was being decimated by Victor's member. He was sure that once he was let down he would not walk right for months as the bear nearly tore him apart down the middle, slamming over and over into his battered ass with the monster at his crotch. His balls bounced and slapped against Iaeger's own, but it did little to deter him. His terrifying growls thundered around the room as he used the wolf's hole, leaving it nothing but a strewn gaping mess.

Victor's growls became more and more prominent as time ticked by. Iaeger was struggling to reach a pinnacle with his bizarre blend of too much pain and just a hint of pleasure. He desperately wanted to come but knew he was way too far away for any such thing, but the bear seemed to be having no issues with getting to the point of no return. His thrusts would grow shallower with each passing second, his growls louder and deeper, as if he were becoming nothing but a beast. Wet, sloppy slaps filled the air as he pounded himself home over and over into the wolf's slick insides. The tightness had since been worn away now, but Victor had been careful to allow him to not fall too loose to be unsatisfying. His years of experience were paying off, perhaps a little too well, as he was barrelling towards an orgasm whilst Iaeger was nowhere near his own climax. He had though when films included elements such as denial it was merely staged, that neither party came until it was necessary, but he had never considered that the unfortunate victim would just be left to endure the sensation for as long as it was deemed fit. Victor's stomach pushed up against his back further than it had before, his presence more apparent than ever before, as he fucked the wolf's hole as deeply as possible, strangled grunts escaping from between gritted teeth.

He gave a few lasting snarls before he roared, loud enough to startle Iaeger, and then he let go deep inside.

The first wave shocked Iaeger, because it felt like someone had very nearly just punched him in his guts from within, a heavy shot fired right into his waiting innards. It pushed deeper than the cock had, finding more room beyond in his hollowed ass as the second and third waves began to course forwards. They flooded into his hole with wild abandon, burst after burst, making the wolf flinch and wince as he was filled. He couldn't pull away, Victor hold him down, as he growled into the open air, humping ever so slightly each time his cock pulsed, letting his meat get milked by the wolf's ruined hole.

He wasn't done, but Victor pulled himself back, letting his cock slurp from the cum-drenched hole to let the last spurts shoot across the wolf's ass and back. Iaeger whimpered in his mask, feeling hot splatters land against the small of his back, dripping down along the contours of his cheeks and hips, his fur soaking the jizz up. Eventually it came to an end, the bear obviously having climbed down from his climax, and Iaeger wished that now it would be his turn next, even if it was a teasing paw-job to a ruined end. But he didn't care, he just wanted to cum.

There was scuffling from afar that came near, a cameraman perhaps, though Iaeger couldn't see. Maybe now Victor would grab a hold of the wolf's throbbing length and let him have his moment. He certainly felt a presence move around him, but he did not feel fingers wrapping around his shaft. Instead he felt fingers probe at his sticky entrance, sinking in around his rim, three on either side, only to then pull his ruined ring apart. He groaned and whimpered, not wanting to be displayed so graphically and humiliatingly, but as always he was helpless. Victor held him wide open for the cameras to film the mess he'd made, taking good long shots of his thick fingers digging into his gaped ass and watching his guts squelch and convulse within, churning the spooge that still sat within his guts.

"Go on, boy," Victor cooed, digits burying in to fish out small strands of gloop, "Push out my load."

Iaeger just blushed, knowing that maybe if he did good and obeyed, maybe he'd be rewarded with an orgasm. Dutifully, he pressed down on his abdomen, pushing out his ass, and letting the cum pour from his open hole.

There was a lustful growl from the bear as Iaeger heard incredibly clearly the sound of far too much cum splattering against the cold, concrete floor in the silence of the factory.