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The lanterns hanging from the stone walls filled the cavern-like space with a moody and sultry red glow, bathing everyone in the bar in dim light and shadows. The Grotto, a subterranean club for those seeking all kinds of pleasures of the flesh, was hosting its usual fare of activity this evening—low, rhythmic music played a hypnotic beat while men in various states of undress thrust against against one another in private booths; quite a few pairs and trios were sloppily making out and lustily groping one another while others furtively (and more openly) looked on to enjoy the impromptu shows; more than a couple horned up and hungry foxes, bears, and wolves had crawled under some of the tables to orally service their buddies; and a brawny, totally nude tiger was lounging on the long bar, on display for many of the customers to stroke and tease while the panther bartender ensured that all of his patrons had full glasses. And yet, for all the casual sexual activity happening in The Grotto, there was a significant number of patrons who were just as casually chatting amongst themselves while the dancing flames within the red lanterns flickered and wavered. A low hum of conversation mixed with both the soft music playing in the background and the huffs and grunts of men in the throes of pleasure; new arrivals filtered in and swapped places with those who were departing after having had their fill of fun for the night; and business was carrying on as usual in the bar when the massive bison’s frame filled filled the doorway.

Even though Brock ducked to prevent his curved horns from scraping against the inside of the arched doorway, the tips of his impressive rack still nearly brushed the stone. He was a mountain of a man, standing close to seven feet tall and packed with beefy muscle. His black fur, thick and lustrous, shimmered under the lantern light, with nearly every inch at his disposal on display—only a pair of tasteful olive green briefs stretched across his bulky rump and covered his manhood. Although with the way his briefs loosely cradled the prominent and pendulous bulge of his crotch (a bulge that noticeably swayed with his every step as he ponderously stomped down the stairs to the bar), there was very little left to the imagination about what Brock was packing.

Brock paused for a moment and took a breath, simply reveling in the aromas that filled the bar he had just entered; the scents of spiced mead and the musk of so many men (some of them smelling deliciously ripe) mingled in the air and flooded his nostrils as he inhaled. Brock grinned to himself as his already-chubbing member twitched within his briefs—he had a good feeling about coming here tonight. Even with a few ales in his system, he’d struck out at the last bar he’d visited this evening, but Brock could feel it in his gut that he was going to get some action here at The Grotto.

Of course, he needed to start with a drink; it had been a bit of a walk from the last bar to here, and he was thirsty. And if he was going to have fun, he needed to make sure he was well-hydrated first.

The bison made for the bar, angling for an empty stool about a third of the way along the counter. Brock maneuvered through and around the crowds before him with surprising grace for a beast of his stature; as he passed by, with his broad shoulders parted the sea of bodies like a ship’s prow through calm waters, more than a few men paused to get an eyeful of the burly newcomer—a tegu in a jockstrap and a harness openly stared at Brock, his mouth agape while the bison gently pushed past him.

As Brock strode towards the bar, a rabbit seated at the far end of the counter absently fondled the rim of his half-empty martini glass, studying the bison. The caramel-furred rabbit wasn’t wearing a single stitch of clothing, and he remained perched on his stool with the poise of a cat while he surreptitiously ogled every centimeter of Brock he could see, his eyes lingering for an especially long moment on the bulge in the bison’s crotch. The rabbit’s stomach growled softly as he stared at the hefty, low-hanging package that swung from side to side against the bison’s thick thighs—he hazarded that the new arrival’s nuts must have been at least the size of a couple of fat mangos, possibly even bigger…it was hard to tell exactly with them securely tucked away in the bison’s underwear…at least for now.

“Doing alright, Aaron?” the panther bartender asked as he gathered a few discarded glasses from the rabbit’s neighbors at the counter.

“All good for now…just enjoying the view,” Aaron murmured.

The lithe and short rabbit leaned back slightly on his stool; his slim figure almost disappeared into the shadows, but the mischievous glint in his eyes betrayed an alertness that missed nothing. With one leg crossed over the other, he took a sip from his glass, gulping his golden beverage while he kept his eyes locked on Brock.

Once the bison had settled at the bar and received a drink of his own—a tall glass of beer with a thick, foamy head—Brock contented himself with a few sips before his gaze began to wander. His eyes roamed over the gaggle of fishnet-bedecked otters chatting with a naga…the cheetah using his paws to tease his equine companion’s impressive member and balls under their table…the wolf whose hand was firmly lodged in the jockstrap of his polar bear buddy…the leather-clad dingo who was teasingly fingering the tiger who was reclining on the bar…the alligator who was deep in conversation with a coyote who wore a pup mask perched atop his head…and of course the deer who was thrusting into a badger’s rump, the lion who was sucking off a rottweiler and slurping on the canine’s swollen knot, the zebra who was busily frotting with a donkey, and the raccoon who was getting passionately rimmed by a hyena…

It seemed there were plenty of opportunities where Brock could potentially insert himself, so to speak…but even though his thoughts were foggy from all the ale he’d enjoyed at the last bar, a peculiar tingle was beginning to creep up the bison’s spine, prickling his fur. His instincts, sluggish as they were right now, were telling him that someone somewhere was watching him…waiting for the opportune moment…

Just as the bison took another drink from his glass, a voice sounded off next to him, startling him from his reverie.

"Quite the sight you are," the velvet-smooth voice said, cutting through the low din of the bar with ease.

Brock coughed into his glass in surprise, but he recovered quickly enough to glance over at the owner of the voice; a lean, handsome rabbit had somehow snuck up to sit next to him at the bar without Brock even noticing him. Even while sitting down, the bison dwarfed the significantly smaller newcomer, who was gazing at him with an almost predatory glint in his eyes…but the bison wasn’t picky when it came to size. If this rabbit—who looked damn sexy from the tops of his long ears to the tips of his large thumpers and was confidently leaning in towards him—wanted to play, then who was Brock to turn him down?

"Am I now?" Brock's deep voice barely rose above the steady thrum of the background chatter, music, and sounds of sex that filled the bar, though he knew that the rabbit could hear him just fine with those big ears of his; the bison was buzzed from drinking, but he managed a note of pride in his tone—it was always nice to hear someone compliment the impressive form he’d put so much effort into. Brock turned to fully face the rabbit, his curiosity piqued by this bold, slender creature.

"Very much so," affirmed Aaron; he had craftily made his way over to the stool next to Brock while the bison was distracted and settled into a relaxed posture once again, just waiting for the big man to take notice of him. But Aaron hadn’t been able to help himself, he’d just had to get the bison’s attention on his own.

He unfolded his legs and leaned in even closer on his stool, showing off his agile body as he did so and moving with the confidence of someone who knew his way intimately around the male form. The playful spark in his gaze ignited further as he eyed the bison from head to toe, and Brock saw the rabbit’s eyes indulgently drinking him in as they swept over the expanse of his muscular chest…before traversing down to his powerful legs. The rabbit's gaze zeroed in on the object of his desire; Aaron unabashedly stared at his target between the bison’s broad thighs, the tightly bunched, uncontainably large bulge of Brock’s genitals. Jackpot.

Aaron licked his lips and his stomach rumbled softly…but the rabbit wanted a moment longer to simply enjoy his latest find, and in the meantime he felt he could use another drink.

"Damien, darling," Aaron purred, getting the bartender’s attention, "a shot of Nepenthicum, if you please."

The panther behind the bar merely raised an eyebrow in silent acknowledgement; he’d witnessed Aaron’s playful schemes so many times that there was hardly an iota of surprise on the feline’s face. He poured the viscous liquid with practiced ease, sliding it across the bar without a word. The greenish, sparkling elixir caught the dim light, promising a warmth that would run much deeper than mere alcohol could provide.

Brock glanced at the glass quizzically. “What’s that?”

“The house special, from Damien’s private reserve…a good treat for special occasions.” Aaron replied vaguely before taking a sip. He gulped, then mischievously winked at the bison. “And I think you count as a special occasion.”

Brock grinned cheekily. “Oh yeah? You see something you like?”

“I see a lot I like.” Aaron’s eyes flickered down to the sizeable bulge in the bison’s lap in a hint of bold admiration before meeting Brock's gaze again, a challenge lingering within their depths. Heat blossomed within Brock and spread beneath his fur—Aaron's focus on his anatomy was both somehow startling and arousing, as if stirring an unspoken desire for exhibition.

"Never have I seen such a testament to virility," Aaron murmured, almost reverently, as he encircled Brock's wrist with a light touch, guiding his gaze downwards as well. "The sheer magnitude is…breathtaking."

Brock couldn't help but swell with pride, the alcohol in his veins amplifying the effect of the praise.

"Ah, you mean my balls?" the bison grunted—he tried to play it casual, but he could feel his cock thickening already at the attention. He hadn't been approached so openly in a bar before (his usual style was to figure out if someone wanted to have fun with him and then slink away somewhere private…but tonight felt different…he was in the mood to play along with this here and now, even if there were plenty of people who would be watching. Let them. "Heh, they're quite the handful," he said, sounding more cocky thanks to the liquid courage in his system.s. He watched, his eyes half-lidded, as Aaron's slender fingers hovered just shy of his bulging briefs, a tantalizing promise suspended in the air.

Aaron's chuckle was a sly caress against Brock's ear. "More than a handful, I'd wager. May I?" His request was courteous, but the glint in his eyes was anything but innocent.

With a nod that set his head spinning pleasantly, Brock granted silent permission. The moment Aaron's fingers made contact, a jolt of pleasure sparked along Brock's spine. Expert hands explored with a teasing pressure, tracing the outline of each swollen orb through the fabric of his straining underwear with an artist's precision.

"Exquisite," Aaron breathed out, his voice laced with desire. The touch was both a question and an answer, igniting a slow, smoldering burn in Brock's lower belly. The rabbit's nimble digits danced across the taut surface of his testicles, squeezing gently and lightly palpating, evoking a deep, guttural moan from the bison's throat.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Aaron whispered, and Brock could hear him perfectly despite the loud murmur of the crowded bar.

"Fuck," Brock exhaled, the single word tumbling from his lips unbidden. His mind was awash with sensations, thoughts fragmented and adrift. The room around them seemed to contract, focusing all existence on the intimate connection between Aaron's exploring paw and his own throbbing fullness.

"Imagine how much better it could feel," Aaron continued, his seductive words dripping with lust as his fingertips pressed with deliberate intent, moving in a rhythmic pattern that promised untold pleasures.

"Gods above," Brock muttered, his resistance crumbling like dry earth to water. The arousal coursing through him was a primal tide, relentless and rising, spurred on by the magic of the rabbit’s touch.

Aaron's fingers, slender and dexterous as a trained pianist’s, deftly hooked into the waistband of Brock's crotch-hugging briefs. He gently, teasingly pulled down on the elastic, revealing first the exposed skin of the bison’s fat and hefty member, which had already filled out his sheath. Brock’s heart hammered against his ribcage with eager anticipation; the cool air of the bar caressed the flesh of his manhood h as Aaron peeled back the fabric, revealing the immense bounty he had claimed such fascination with.

"Gods," Aaron breathed out, the reverence in his voice matching the awestruck expression painted across his face. As he tucked Brock’s elastic waistband down and behind his genitals to keep them exposed, his eyes devoured the sight before him; while the bison’s semi-erect member was a beautifully blunt and girthy-yet-short club that would have any hungry hole twitching and begging for it, Brock's testicles were truly magnificent, each a testament to virility and sheer masculine prowess. Aaron had been right with his initial estimate about the bison carrying around a pair of solid mangos, but they were so much bigger up close. The two fat nuts, hanging low in their black-furred scrotum and smelling like a gym locker room thanks to Brock’s musk, spilled into Aaron's waiting palms, heavy and full, their heat radiating into his touch like twin orbs of pulsating desire.

"Never seen anything quite like it," Aaron said, genuine wonder in his tone as he reveled in the size of the large nuts filling his hands; he rolled just one of the weighty testicles gently, lightly squeezing to gauge the density of the organ beneath his fingertips—the flesh was as firm as an avocado just before it was ripe, with the perfect amount of give and tension. "They're…exquisite."

Brock's chest swelled with pride, a deep, guttural chuckle vibrating through his throat. His mind was hazy from the alcohol, but the pride and pleasure were crystal clear. "Yeah," he agreed, his voice thick with drunken bravado. "They pack a punch."

Aaron's mischievous glint returned as he continued to flirt, a playful tease lacing his words. "I can only imagine how full they must be…”

“Heh, got a big load saved up in there, too; been a while since the last time I got off,,” Brock chuckled.

The rabbit raised a mischievous eyebrow. “Oh really? How long?”

“Too long…must be going on two weeks now.”

Aaron playfully tutted. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, oh, you must be pent up and ready to pop, huh?”

"Damn straight," Brock boasted, the alcohol loosening his tongue and inflating his ego. "You've got no idea what it's like, carrying these around."

As muddled as Brock’s buzzed mind was, a singular focus took shape: the craving to be touched, worshiped, relieved. Aaron, with his slender hands and sharp wit, seemed more than capable of bringing him to the brink of ecstasy. The bison’s hefty testicles, so prominently on display and under such tender scrutiny, throbbed with the promise of gratification, a promise that Aaron's tantalizing presence suggested he could fulfill.

"Gods, you're incredible," Aaron murmured, his voice laced with a hunger that Brock mistook for simple lust. "A real beast among men."

"Heh, thanks," Brock chuckled, the deep vibration from his throat resonating through his massive frame. He took it as flattery, not sensing the predatory glint sharpening in Aaron's gaze.

"Such power," Aaron continued, his slender fingers squeezing gently, "and all this pent-up energy just waiting to burst free." His words dripped with a salacious promise, and Brock squirmed under the attention, feeling a surge of pride swell within him.

"Ah, you've got no idea," Brock replied, his voice thick with drink and burgeoning desire. His eyes were half-lidded, focused on the way Aaron's hands worshiped his manhood—a testament to his virility.

"Show me, then," Aaron dared, his own eyes flashing with a challenge that sent a spike of excitement straight to Brock's groin. The rabbit shifted, moving to kneel between the bison’s thighs, right there at the bar. His hands moved to push Brock's legs apart, letting the massive testicles hang down between them and against the edge of the stool he sat on. "Show me what I'm dealing with here."

As Aaron's tongue flicked out, barely grazing the surface of Brock's swollen sac, the bison gasped, his head falling back. A wave of heat coursed through him, pooling at the base of his spine. The sensation was electric, and Brock could feel every nerve ending alight with anticipation.

"Fuck," Brock breathed out, his usually stoic demeanor buckling thanks to the alcohol and the onslaught of pleasure. He was putty in Aaron's hands, malleable and eager, too intoxicated by the praise and the proximity to notice the subtle shift in the air—the coil of something sinister winding around them.

"Imagine," Aaron whispered, each word a velvet caress, "just how explosive it would be to release all that tension…after holding back for so long…I’d love to relieve you of all that weight you’re carrying around…"

“Hmmmffff…be my guest,” Brock huffed, thinking of all the potent sperm he had stored in his fat and heavy testicles; he needed to offload it all so badly, and Aaron’s fondling and teasing licking was making him even more desperate—a small trickle of precum was already leaking from his cockhead in anticipation. He shifted on his stool to give Aaron better access to his balls. The bison’s member had risen to full mast by now; it was just under six inches in length, but stout and broad, and stiff and throbbing with Brock’s barely-containable need. “Keep working my nuts like that and I’ll give you all I’ve got…”

“Oooh, I think we can do better than just some fondling and licking,” Aaron murmured with a devious smirk. He gently squeezed the enormous testicles in his hands again before tenderly stroking them with his fingers, continuing his prolonged teasing. “I’d love to get a good mouthful of these big guys…”

Brock chuckled. “Well, I’d say you could suck ‘em if you wanted, but…”

The bison nodded down at Aaron, leaving the rest unsaid—it was obvious to anyone that Brock’s mango-sized nuts wouldn’t make it beyond the threshold of the significantly smaller rabbit’s lips; the rabbit would have to dislocate his jaw just to pop one of the bison’s balls into his mouth…at least, judging by outward appearances…

But Aaron merely grinned up at the huge bison.

"Heh, I wouldn’t be so sure about that, big man," the rabbit purred, his voice dripping with challenge and desire. "In fact, how about we make this interesting?" He traced a finger along the middle of Brock's engorged sac, grazing the tip of his digit between the two fat organs inside and eliciting a deep, throaty growl from the bison.

Brock tilted his head, intrigued despite the alcohol fogging his mind. His chest swelled with pride under the rabbit's touch, eager to display his masculinity and prove his prowess. "What do you have in mind?"

"Hmm…I get the feeling that you’d be up for a bet." Aaron's lips curled into a sly smile, his eyes never leaving the heavy orbs he fondled with such care. "So…twenty dollars says that I can take both your balls into my mouth, right here, right now."

Brock couldn’t help it; he guffawed—there was no way the audacious little rabbit could fit the entirety of his huge balls inside his mouth! It was just absurd to even think about; if Aaron had the muzzle capacity of a wolf, then it would be a more reasonable wager…but then…the rabbit sounded so confident, so sure…and Brock’s own ego bristled and inflated in response; he wanted to show this guy just how much of a man he was by overwhelming his mouth with his balls. And in the process, Brock would get some more attention and admiration, and he’d enjoy the spectacle of watching Aaron struggle…but the stakes weren’t high enough.

"Ha! You're dreaming, bunny," Brock boomed, his tone warm and amused as he leaned back against the bar. "But sure, let's see you try. And you know what? Let's make it really interesting!”

Aaron cocked his head in bemused curiosity.

“You manage to get both of my balls in your mouth, I'll cover all your drinks tonight." Brock gestured to the untouched shot that the bartender had poured, sitting nearby, waiting for its turn with the bunny's mouth. "But if you can't, I get to fold you over the bar and breed you like a bronco…or you can ride me like a pony, your choice."

Aaron smirked. "Quite the stakes you're placing. Challenge accepted," the rabbit growled just before he leaned in close and rubbed his nose slowly against the bison's sac, enjoying the fresh, raw, masculine musk there. "But remember, you asked for this," he teased, his voice aching with a predatory hunger that didn’t even register on Brock’s radar—the man still sitting on the stool was so sure of his victory and so satisfied that he was getting some attention to his balls that he barely cared about anything the rabbit said.

The bison leaned back and sighed as Aaron continued huffing and licking his balls for a moment longer. The rabbit dragged his tongue across the front of the hefty testicles, lapping over them and coating Brock’s dark fur with his saliva. He then nuzzled and licked the sides of the plump, low-hanging sac, pressing his tongue against the firm, fleshy organs within, before he gave the bottom and backside of Brock’s scrotum the same treatment; Aaron drank in the bison’s musk the whole time he slobbered over his large balls, inhaling deeply and savoring the pungent, tangy scent that filled his nostrils. The fur on his face became progressively damper and damper with his own spit the more he bathed Brock’s balls with his tongue, but Aaron kept going, licking and slurping to tease the bison even more. And it was obvious to anyone looking (and by now the rabbit and the bison had attracted the attention of a few of their neighbors who were watching with lusty interest) that Brock was thoroughly enjoying Aaron’s work—his erection was stiff as a board and twitching while more precum leaked from it like a trickle of water from a broken faucet, and Brock was grunting and groaning with pleasure. Aaron rubbed his nose and cheeks against the two solid bulges in the bison’s sac, taking just a moment longer to indulge himself…before he planted a vertical line of smooches and kisses along the middle of Brock’s scrotum, from the very base of the bison’s throbbing cock to the bottoms of his fully loaded egg-shaped nuts.

Aaron moved his hands up to wrap around the neck of Brock’s scrotum, clenching the thick spermatic cords and creating an improvised ball stretcher with his paws.

“Unf! Aw, fuck, bunny, that feels gooooood,” Brock moaned with an arrogant smirk as Aaron tugged downward on his nuts.

“You like that? Then you’ll love this,” Aaron snickered back before he opened his mouth around the bottoms of Brock’s testicles and began trying to suck them in.

Brock grunted—the rabbit was working his jaw back and forth against his balls, trying to squeeze his fat nuts together into his muzzle, but Aaron was apparently struggling to open his mouth wide enough to get them both in at the same time. The rabbit readjusted his angle of attack, focusing on Brock’s left nut instead; he approached from the side of the bison’s scrotum and pressed his open jaw to the testicle. Aaron wriggled his head back and forth as he attempted to force the oblong gonad into his mouth…but the bison’s testicle was too broad for him to wedge past his lips.

The rabbit grumbled hungrily, as if making a show of how much difficulty he was having, before he approached Brock’s nuts from underneath again. He tugged down around the bison’s spermatic cords once more, forcing the bison’s testicles to tautly push against the inside of Brock’s sac, and Aaron opened his mouth wide before he latched on. Aaron groaned…and his renewed effort seemed to pay off, as Brock felt the bottoms of his nuts finally push into the rabbit’s muzzle, through the ring of his open lips and parted teeth. Brock sighed blissfully, savoring the feeling of having the lower regions of his testicles clamped within the narrow orifice of Aaron’s mouth and how tightly his balls were just barely squeezing into the rabbit’s maw. Aaron coughed, catching his breath, and it looked like he had stretched his jaw to the absolute limit…and he hadn’t even gotten a quarter of the bison’s testicles into his mouth.

“Mmf! Man, this is hard—you’ve got quite the pair of calf-makers!” Aaron managed to say despite the small portions of Brock’s nuts filling his mouth.

The bison didn’t even consider how the rabbit was able to speak while his muzzle was otherwise preoccupied with his manhood—all Brock cared about was the note of awe and effort in Aaron’s voice, which made his already-inflated sense of pride about his nuts swell even more. “Aw, what’s the matter? Not so easy getting those big jawbreakers in there?” Brock asked smugly, looking down at the little rabbit kneeling on the floor between his spread legs. From the bison’s vantage point, his spit-slicked, dark-furred nuts practically eclipsed Aaron’s head.

“Mmm, you’re going to make me work hard for that paid bar tab, my friend,” Aaron chuckled confidently.

“Sure about that? Way I see it, I’m gonna be breeding you hard tonight instead…unless you can get my fat nuts in your mouth,” Brock noted, pretending to concede a valid point. “But I don’t think that’s gonna happen with how much you’re struggling.”

“Heh, don’t kid yourself, you want your balls in my mouth much more than you want your dick in my ass,” Aaron returned.

The bison grunted—the rabbit had him there. “Shit yeah, I do. And I—uuuungh!”

Brock groaned, cutting himself off, when Aaron worked his jaw from side to side around his balls again. It was like having a snake latched onto an oversized egg, and Brock huffed with need at the sensation of the rabbit sucking on his balls in such a manner…and Aaron worked a few more millimeters of testicular length into his mouth.

“There, just need to put in a little extra work is all,” Aaron said, now with the bison’s testicles officially lodged one-fourth of the way in his muzzle. His lips stretched and his cheeks were starting to swell from the hefty meat he was forcing inside his mouth.

“Nnf…fuck, that does feel good,” Brock admitted with a hazy grin. “Heh…maybe you can get the boys in there after all…you’d be a champ if you could, not many guys can suck both of my nuts at the same time.”

The rabbit snickered. “It’s been a while since I’ve taken such a huge pair—you’re going to push me to the limit…but I wouldn’t have made that bet if I knew I couldn’t do it.”

“Heh, pretty big talk for such a little guy—well, go on then, show me what you can do,” the bison challenged.

Aaron cocked a devious eyebrow up at the man looming over him. “Yeah? You ready for me to stuff your nuts in my mouth?”

“Fuck yeah, I wanna see you choke on ‘em and try to swallow them,” Brock rumbled boastfully.

The rabbit’s eyes gleamed. “Mmmm, you got it…just remember that you asked for it.”

Aaron resumed his sucking and slurping…but this time, the rabbit’s progress was much smoother and required far less effort than he’d initially used when stretching his mouth around the bison’s testicles. His jaw expanded easily and he slowly swayed his head back and forth to work centimeter after centimeter of Brock’s testicles into his mouth, maintaining just the right amount of vacuum pressure and teasingly sliding his tongue over and around the bison’s balls as he did so.

In fact, the difficulty he’d displayed previously had simply been a small amount of showmanship on Aaron’s part, an act to make Brock feel like more of a stud with how overwhelmingly enormous his balls were—thanks to the unique attributes of his magically-enhanced anatomy, the small rabbit had handily inhaled and gulped down testicles the size of pineapples before. However, part of Aaron’s standard operating style was to boost his target’s ego by pretending to have a hard time with his prey’s endowment; nothing made a big beast feel even more masculine than watching and hearing their smaller partner struggle to handle his heft and girth. From there, the rabbit would reap the rewards of hearing more encouragement and bragging, which only made the end result of his encounters all the more thrilling for him.

And, right on cue and just like so many unsuspecting and horned-up fools before him, Brock delivered his own share of showboating for Aaron to enjoy.

“Ooooh yeah, that’s it,” Brock mused while the rabbit’s muzzle magically expanded around the circumference of his testicles, slowly and elastically engulfing them. “You love the taste of those big ol’ bison balls, don’t you? You can’t get enough of ‘em even if they’re gonna bust your jaw open.”

Aaron grinned up at Brock as he nodded, his mouth now wrapped around one-third of the man’s large testicles. “Oooh yes, they’re divine…I need more!” He tugged on the bison’s nuts, his hands still clenched around the neck of Brock’s scrotum.

“Hooo, yeah, that’s what I thought—you’re in for a real mouthful with them. Hehe, you’re just a hungry little slut for some real man balls, aren’t you?” Brock boasted, the combination of alcohol and lust getting the better of him and making him vain.

The rabbit snickered around the balls in his mouth—Brock wasn’t entirely inaccurate with that description. However, hearing the bison say it in such a demeaning manner made Aaron’s stomach grumble even more urgently for the meat that he craved, and the rabbit’s predatory nature made him want to relieve Brock of his manhood even faster. So, with an almost starved snarl, Aaron quickly lunged upward, practically stuffing another third of the bison’s testicles into his mouth.

“Whoa! Heh, I’ll take that as a yes,” Brock chuckled smugly, interpreting Aaron’s hungry fervor as desperately horny need; the bison’s cock flexed at the sight and feeling of the rabbit’s muzzle smothering more of his balls, and a large bead of pre dripped from Brock’s cockhead and onto the bridge of Aaron’s nose. The bison reached down to patronizingly rest a hand on the rabbit’s head while he used his free hand to grab his ale. “Aah…don’t you worry, I’m not going anywhere,” he murmured after a large gulp of his drink. “You just keep working those fat nuts into your mouth like the good little ballsucker you are.”

“Ooh, I’m so much more than just a good little ballsucker,” Aaron growled teasingly around the balls in his muzzle.

“Yeah? Are you a good little cocksleeve, too?” Brock prompted. “Heh, maybe after you get my nuts in your mouth, I’ll still bend you over the bar and breed you…I’ll pay your tab, but I’ve still got a fuck-load of cum in those two big tanks, and I think you need it all in you.”

“Mmmm, I need it in me, alright,” Aaron muttered in agreement before he worked his lips and jaw further upward along the bison’s testicles. By this point, the rabbit’s cheeks had ballooned and stretched like a chipmunk’s to envelop the lower two-thirds of Brock’s nuts; his muzzle had easily expanded to engulf the broadest circumference of the mango-sized organs, and his tongue and the roof of his mouth compressed the firm orbs partly lodged in his mouth. Aaron suckled on them indulgently, drawing them in further towards the entrance to his throat; the smooth muscles of his esophagus had already begun to loosen and stretch in preparation for what he was about to do next. “But all your cum is going into my stomach—I don’t see you being able to properly breed anyone ever again by the time I’m done with you.”

“Yeah? You gonna suck all the cum out of me?” Brock quipped playfully. He flexed his cock above Aaron’s face, showing off the thickness and power of the girthy pillar protruding from his sheath.

“In a manner of speaking,” Aaron returned coyly before he lunged upward again, his maw magically expanding once more.

In one swift movement, the rabbit clamped his jaw around the neck of Brock’s scrotum, removing his hands at last and smoothly taking the remaining top third of Brock’s testicles into his mouth in the process. Aaron’s nose pressed up against the underside of the bison’s stiff and throbbing cock, and the rabbit grinned, satisfied with the tense stretch of his cheeks bulging to contain Brock’s enormous nuts.

“Whoa, shit!” Brock huffed in both surprise and immense pleasure. He hadn’t been expecting the rabbit to pack his balls away so fast, considering how much Aaron had supposedly struggled with them at first. But Brock wasn’t complaining about that at all when he felt the wet heat of the rabbit’s muzzle wrapped around his testicles like a miniature steam room; the compact tightness of Aaron’s cheeks against his sensitive organs, the tantalizing feeling of the rabbit’s tongue slowly sliding over and under and around his balls, and the vacuum pressure that Aaron was still applying as he sucked and sucked and sucked…the whole experience was exquisite for the bison, not to mention the teasing humid puffs of the rabbit’s breath through his nostrils against the delicate exposed skin of his arousal. “Unnnf, fffuuuuck, bunny, where’d that come from? Hu…how are you…ooooooh shiiiiiit…”

Brock didn’t care that he couldn’t even finish his question; when Aaron pushed with his tongue and gulped, the bison’s balls plunged into the tight (yet magically elastic) confines of his throat. The combined sensations of having his balls tugged so far and squeezed so wonderfully was enough to push Brock to the very brink of orgasm, and the bison whimpered as he leaned back and closed his eyes, nearly blissed out of his mind. Brock didn’t even watch the huge lump of his testicles slide down into Aaron’s gullet as he swallowed his nuts, scrotum and all; the two mango-sized gonads were large enough to visibly distend the slender rabbit’s narrow neck like he’d swallowed an ostrich egg whole, making his throat bulge as Brock’s testicles descended…and then disappeared past Aaron’s clavicle.

Brock huffed and grunted needily as the peristaltic motion of Aaron’s esophageal sphincters dragged his testicles farther down into the rabbit’s stomach. The stretch on the bison’s thick, sensitive spermatic cords was sublime—his nuts were being pulled away from his groin just a little too far, making his vas deferens taut with enough tension and pain to add an alluringly sharp edge to the heightened pleasure searing through Brock’s nerves.

For his part, Aaron sighed contentedly when he felt the bison’s testicles bulge into his stomach, making the normally-constricted tissues swell to accommodate the sudden new arrivals; thanks to his magically-enhanced anatomy, the rabbit’s major digestive organ was positioned just beneath his collar bone. The short length of his throat allowed him to devour just about any pair of low-hanging nuts into the tight purse of his stomach while leaving his target intact…although Brock, like so many before him, wouldn’t stay intact for much longer.

“Hoooly fuuuuck…that’s so good,” Brock groaned, his belly heaving as he breathed through the rapturous physical sensation of Aaron’s warm, tight stomach fully encapsulating his testicles in a constrictive hug. The heat emanating from the rabbit’s gut was enough to make the bison’s blood boil and his balls throb and churn with the desire to pump out every last drop of sperm they had stored within them.

“So, what was that about your balls being a real mouthful for me?” Aaron asked dryly around the length of bison scrotum that was stretching along the length of his muzzle and esophagus.

Brock couldn’t help but giggle, semi-delirious from the lust clouding his mind (and judgment), the strong alcohol in his system, and the sight of the rabbit with his ball-sack lodged down his throat. “Heh, guess they’re a bellyful for you now…shit, how are you doing that?”

Aaron winked deviously at the bison. “I wouldn’t worry about that…right now, you just keep enjoying how good it feels.”

“Goooooods, it really dooooes…fuck, you win the bet…you win, you wiiiiin,” Brock moaned, tilting his head back again in pleasure.

The bison’s member twitched and throbbed when Aaron gulped again; the sudden pulse of his esophageal sphincters relaxing and contracting effectively tugged on Brock’s balls again, renewing the tension in his already-stretched spermatic cords. Add to that the gurgling, rippling muscle movement of the rabbit’s stomach around the bison’s fat testicles, and Brock’s whole body was tingling, his cock on the verge of firing everything he had already, and he hadn’t even touched himself. Part of him wanted to pull his testicles out and simply shove his cock into Aaron’s mouth to finish himself off…but he just couldn’t, the intense pleasure of having his balls in the smaller man’s stomach was too much to resist, too thrilling to stop.

“Unf, shiiiiit, that’s awesome,” the bison hissed. He lowered his hand from the top of the rabbit’s head, moving to cup Aaron’s cheek instead. His thick fingers gently stroked the caramel fur, and Brock gazed into the rabbit’s eyes, not understanding the hungry, predatory glint he saw within them, misinterpreting it as a smoldering ember of passion and joy. “You’re fuckin’ incredible, bunny,” the bison murmured, his voice dripping with lust.

Aaron, however, smugly smirked up at the bison—he knew from experience what signals to look for to indicate that his prey was about to bust, and Brock was displaying them all: the quivering of his lips, the tremble of his spread thighs, the flexing and twitching of his leaking cock, the throb of his balls in Aaron’s stomach, the fluttering of his chest as he was trying to cope with the pleasure…

Aaron had the bison exactly where he wanted him, right on time.

“Mmm, if you think that feels good, then you’re in for a real treat,” the rabbit replied. “Can you hand me my shot?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, here…” The bison complied with Aaron’s request, grabbing the still-full shot glass of Nepenthicum from the countertop; Brock handed it down to the rabbit, who accepted it and held it up in a toast.

“Cheers…and thanks for the meal,” Aaron said with a sly smile before he knocked back the shot and swallowed the golden liquor in one gulp.

“What d’you—aaaaaah, ffffffuuuuuck!” Brock couldn’t ask for any further clarification; the Nepenthicum was warmer than he’d expected as it flowed over his stretched scrotum and filtered down along his taut sac trapped in the rabbit’s throat. The moment the drink hit Aaron’s stomach, the bison felt an incredible tingling, fizzing sensation on every square millimeter of his testicles. It was as if his balls had been submerged in a cramped tank of warm and vigorously bubbling seltzer, and the bison moaned loudly in ecstasy.

“Ooooh fuck, ooooh fffuuuuuuck!” Brock cried out; he hunched forward, supporting himself with his elbows on the bartop while Aaron teasingly suckled and gnawed on the taut stretch of scrotum and spermatic cords still in his mouth, biting and gumming just hard enough to drive the bison really wild.

“That’s it…mmm, you love how your balls feel in my stomach, don’t you?” Aaron softly taunted while the bison above him grunted and huffed and began automatically bucking his hips; Brock’s cock twitched and swung wildly with his movements, beating against the rabbit’s face as he gyrated his pelvis on the bar stool.

“Ungh, fuck yeah!” Brock snorted. “Hngh…gods, I wanna keep ‘em in there forever!”

The rabbit snickered—it was almost a shame that the bison wouldn’t get his wish, as his balls wouldn’t be in Aaron’s stomach for much longer. Brock had just unknowingly sealed the fate of those massive hunks of meat. Nepenthicum, created specifically for and sold only at this particular establishment, had a pleasant and unusual reaction to the magically enhanced mucus that lined the rabbit's stomach. The warm slime had already seeped into the already-full chamber, flooding into the narrow space between the inner membrane of his stomach and the outside of Brock’s scrotum. The rabbit’s bodily secretions, empowered by the dark liquor, bubbled and frothed around the contents of his stomach, and the caustic enzymes quickly went to work; they ate away at the bison’s dark fur, stripping his scrotum completely to a smooth and plump brown-skinned sac as naked as a plucked chicken.

And then, layer by layer, the skin itself gave way; the warm, fizzing stomach slime melted through the tissues of Brock’s scrotum, opening the bottom of the fleshy pouch and exposing the flesh of his magnificent testicles. The bison’s sac gradually liquefied, a thin shell of chocolate melting over and dissipating, revealing more of Brock's prized, full eggs. Soon, his fat, oversized nuts were totally unprotected; had they been outside of Aaron’s stomach, their delicate, moist, and gently pulsating surfaces—beautifully smooth save for the raised texture of the miniscule capillaries that criss-crossed their exteriors—would have glistened a wet pink in the light. However, in the dark of the rabbit’s digestive organ, the bison’s vulnerable testicles were already starting to fall victim to Aaron’s digestion. Little by little, Brock’s manhood was softening to a slurry and sloughing off before dissolving…and yet, despite their inevitable demise, the bison’s balls churned and constricted, as if working themselves up for one final, desperate ejaculation before they faded away into nothing but proteins and nourishment for the rabbit.

All Brock felt was a painless and immeasurably pleasurable tingling, like his balls were being relentlessly tickled by a soft and stimulating electric current. He didn’t have a clue that his testicles had already begun to break down in the bath of Aaron’s stomach acids. To the bison, the rabbit’s stomach was massaging around his balls tighter and tighter and the drink that Aaron had gulped down was somehow fizzing up around his nuts to drive him closer and closer to orgasm…

Oh, scratch that.

The bison groaned loudly enough to turn several heads in his direction while he remained hunched over the bar. His cock was flexing hard; precum leaked from his urethra in a consistent rivulet and was dripping down in thin, slimy threads over Aaron’s face; his balls had drawn up tight, trying to tug back through the clamped sphincter of the rabbit's stomach; and Brock’s whole body tingled with a heat and pressure he had to release.

The rabbit’s treatment was just too good, and Brock was going to explode.

“Ooooh f-f-ffffuuuuuck, bunny, I-I’m gonna…g-gonna…”

Aaron gently gnawed and licked over the sensitive, tightly drawn stretch of Brock’s scrotum in his mouth again while the bison’s balls digested even further in his stomach—by now, the two impressively hefty nuts had swollen as they were digested, inflaming from the size and heft of a pair of mangos to something somewhat larger, their defined shapes crammed together to form roughly the shape and size of a football - the rabbit's stomach swollen to absolute capacity with them. Their flesh tingled and fizzed harder than ever as the rabbit’s enhanced slime soaked into, penetrated deeper into the soft inner meat of Brock’s sperm factories, warming them the entire way through.

Brock couldn’t take it anymore.

“Hnnnngh! Aaaaaaah fffFFFUUUUUCK!” The huge bison bellowed in euphoric bliss, losing himself to his orgasm.

Brock’s girthy cock spasmed hard with powerful jerks as thick ropes of cum fired from his urethra. The splatters of translucent white bison seed hit the underside of the bar, with a couple errant cables landing on Aaron’s face before Brock, in a dizzy haze, reached down to angle his pulsating cock upward, continuing to spurt cum over his own muscular chest and abdomen. The large volume of cum he shot onto himself seeped into his fur, matting his dark coat and making a mess as he kept his cock aimed up, but he didn’t care—the feeling of being bathed in his own warm seed was just as gratifying as his orgasm itself. In the throes of his climax, he huffed and grunted like a bull in heat, having no clue that the overwhelming pleasure coursing through his veins was due to his prized testicles finally yielding and breaking down and digesting inside Aaron’s stomach.What had been two prized gonads were now compressed together, a single blob of potent masculinity, and then, like a puff of dandelion seeds, they simply ruptured and failed. The tissues broke down, sloughing loose from themselves, the entirety of the big bison's balls shuddering into a quart's worth of nut slurry, slop that fizzed and broke down even further inside Aaron's belly.

For his part, Aaron remained on his knees on the floor, simply watching the big man revel in his climax and enjoying the show while the soup that had been Brock’s testicles dissolved away in his stomach. The rabbit sighed serenely as his stomach slowly relaxed—even with the magical properties of his anatomy, Aaron had felt bloated with the full heft of Brock’s balls inside of him, and their sundering had threatened to spill back up through his throat. That would have been embarrassing. With the massive wad Brock’s balls now able to be absorbed into the rabbit's blood stream, the rabbit’s stomach could naturally constrict again to its regular shape, no longer stretching to contain the bulk of the enormous organs but comfortably slackening to hold the diminishing sludge that remained within it.

Throughout Brock’s orgasm, Aaron’s bubbling stomach slime, now composed of the bison's dissolved testicles, melted along the epididymis and spermatic cords as well, which was evidenced by the gradually decreasing quantities of cum that the bison was shooting all over his own torso. By the time the bison’s climax eventually began to recede, Brock’s output had steadily decreased from firing heavy, viscous ropes of cum up to his broad chest to pitiful little watery squirts of impotent seed that barely made it to his belly button; correspondingly, the rabbit’s stomach had reduced his once-thick and fleshy vas deferens from the diameter of a heavy-duty wool yarn to the thickness of just a few threads. Brock’s groin spasmed weakly, pushing the remaining drops seed up along his feeble cords…just before Aaron’s stomach acids disintegrated the last fibers of tissue that had connected the bison’s testicles to his body, officially castrating the big man at last. The rabbit’s caustic enzymes continued to work on the bison’s now-empty scrotum, slowly fusing the vacant sac together to seal it shut, forming it into a limp husk of its former glory.

“Oh fuck…holy fuuuuck,” Brock gasped as he caught his breath; his cock flexed one last time, managing to spit out one small, final glob of cum, the pitiful death rattle of his once-mighty balls.

He still felt the tingling sensation inside Aaron’s stomach, but just barely—it had tapered off from its initial intensity to a dull and distant buzz, gradually fading into nothingness…until there was simply an absence of any feeling at all.

The bison’s hormone and alcohol-addled mind had cleared enough for him to begin sensing that something wasn’t quite right—where was the pleasure he’d felt before?

Confused and still recovering from his orgasm, Brock panted as he released his hold on his cock and glanced down at the rabbit who was deviously grinning back up at him. “What did you…whuh…what happened?”

Aaron could have laughed at the sight of the stupefied bison looming above him, the front of his torso dripping with his own cum—it was the last potent load of semen he’d ever shoot for the rest of his life, and Brock had totally wasted it by painting his chest and stomach. To the rabbit, that was a special kind of stupid arrogance, taking your own enormous nuts for granted and carelessly spilling your seed anywhere you liked because you assumed that you would always be able to properly breed a hole whenever you wanted; the bison would never sire any calves of his own, all because he’d unwisely agreed to a bet in pursuit of some fleeting pleasure. By Aaron’s reasoning, Brock really deserved to lose his testicles, which by now had melted down completely in the rabbit’s stomach and entered his bloodstream to distribute their nourishing proteins to the rest of his lithe body.

“Why don’t you take a look for yourself?” the rabbit suggested with a wicked chuckle before he obligingly opened his mouth wide to give the bison access.

Brock frowned, now beginning to feel doubt and fear creep in—he reached down and took hold of his still-stretched scrotum that led into Aaron’s muzzle.

The bison tugged, slowly pulling his scrotum from the rabbit’s open maw like he was drawing an extra-long handkerchief from a magician’s sleeve. Centimeter after centimeter of spit-soaked, dark-furred, loose, and conspicuously empty ball-sack was steadily dragged backwards against Aaron’s tongue, between his parted teeth, and out of his mouth; Brock’s eyebrows rose in surprise at how easily he was able to withdraw his scrotum from the depths of the rabbit’s stomach and gullet…and his eyebrows rose even higher when, after he’d pulled out five inches of his flaccid and floppy scrotum, he saw raw pink, fused skin.

“Whuh…my…my b-balls…what did you…my balls?” Brock could only murmur in faint shock as he pulled out the remaining four inches of his scrotum—the rest of his empty sac was also devoid of fur and had been fused together, terminating in a smooth, round end of limp skin.

Stunned beyond any further words, Brock pinched the thin, loose, and sealed sock of what had once been his full scrotum; he rolled the skin between his fingers, as if he was checking to make sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him, but there was no mistaking the fact that Aaron had consumed his testicles directly out of his sac (which was still wet with the rabbit’s drool).

Aaron, meanwhile, chuckled before he belched. “Urrrrap! Mmf, excuse me!” he said proudly, patting his slender belly. He then wiped his still-wet lips with the back of his hand while he rose to his feet to stand before Brock. “Thanks again for the meal, it was really quite filling.” Aaron used his fingers to wipe off the rope of bison cum that had landed on top of his head, and he sucked his digits clean. “Mmm, and a very tasty dessert, too…now, about our bet,” he added smugly.

Brock, defeated and dazed, could only look up from his empty scrotum in his hands and gaze at the rabbit, bewildered.

“It seems you owe me for that shot and a martini I had earlier…I think $50 should cover it all,” Aaron continued nonchalantly.

Brock’s jaw dropped—the bison looked an absolute fool, the fur on his pectorals and abdomen matted and messy with his own cum, his softening cock and empty scrotum hanging out of his underwear, and his mouth agape…Aaron wished he had his phone on him to take a picture and capture the big man’s humiliation.

However, the rabbit simply held out his hand expectantly.

Drunk and still reeling from how he’d just been robbed of his masculinity, the bison was too confounded to even think of protesting. Instead, Brock reached into his underwear for the small fold of cash he’d brought with him.

Aaron grinned, pleased, as Brock laid the few paper bills in his outstretched hand, before he stepped away to return to the far end of the bar; the rabbit was already considering his prospects for another meal while the castrated and stupefied bison stared down once again at the sight of his former manhood.