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[b][u][center]Soulbound Wagers

Chapter 6

For Damiekinz

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Asmund was in and out of sleep through the night once Targir left with Anja in his arms. He didn’t touch himself afterward – shamefully, mostly through the order that the wolf had given at the start of his slavery. The urge was there, and that was enough to leave him burning with humiliation through his sleep.

And it was made worse with the fact that he had yet to cum after almost two days with Targir. The order about orgasming without permission had sounded irritating when he first heard it, but now that he was suffering under the effects, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He rolled in his uneasy sleep, grinding his erection against the sheets and the bed, but he couldn’t do anything about it.

Churn.

Throb.

Churn.

Throb.

It kept him from sleeping at all well, and his dreams were plagued with needy thoughts and fantasies. He thought of his old harem, of the males and females under him and how they had begged for him in the past. He dreamed of their hands, their mouths, their holes on his cock and their touch all over his body, begging for the chance to serve him and earn the pleasure of having his cock inside of them.

And then, morning came with a rough, clipped knocking at the door.

The polar bear rolled over, glaring at the wall. He growled deep in his throat, knowing that he couldn’t reach between his legs and tease his cock to orgasm right then and there as much as he wanted to. He was so hard that it hurt, the ring around the base of his cock snug and reminding him of how hard he could get. Not so tight that it would make his dick hurt in and of itself, but certainly encouraging the arousal that didn’t have anywhere to go just yet.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“How do you make a fucking knock sound fucking condescending?” Asmund muttered under his breath. “Come in!”

The door opened and the now-familiar face of the smirking silver wolf poked around the frame. Asmund refused to give any further respect than sitting up and letting the blankets fall off him. Again, the piercings, the nose-ring, everything held his attention, reminding him of how much he’d lost. He wondered if he’d ever get used to that. He almost hoped that he never did.

“Well, you’re finally awake. I was wondering if you’d try and slide into a coma, all things considered.”

“I do not run from my enemies.”

“Or your master, now.”

“…”

“Say it, bear,” Targir said as he stepped into the room. “Who is your master?”

“…You are my master,” he muttered, the words pulled from his throat.

“That’s right. And that means that you need to stop wallowing in all this. Or don’t; I can take quite a bit of pleasure in pushing you through it until you break, but it’s all up to you, of course.”

“Except leaving.”

“Well, obviously. People stupid enough to allow themselves to become Soulbound really shouldn’t be allowed to wander free, anyway. Not great for the whole breeding pool, after all. It’s a good thing that you never put cubs in Anja, isn’t it? The idea of someone like you, someone that could lose so handily in a Wager, having children? Tsk, tsk, tsk.”

Asmund clenched his hands into tight fists for a second, imagining for the shortest of moments how good it would feel to bury his fist in the wolf’s face. He’d never have the chance to, of course – being Soulbound and commanded besides kept that from happening – but it was a fantasy that he allowed himself for that tiny chunk of time. It sustained him through the humiliating insult.

“Your wife was quite accommodating, though. Once we finished with breeding her, she was quite happy to take it in the ass.”

“…”

“Did she ever allow you to do that?”

“There’s nothing about ‘allowing.’ We just did what we wanted. Both of us.”

“Hmmm, better question. Did she ever beg you for it?”

“…No.”

“Interesting. Because she begged me.” Targir smiled. “Begged me to knot her again and again, knot-fucking her asshole until she was puffy and puckering and gaping just a little bit at the end of it all. She was getting addicted to the feeling of being all stretched out, and I think she might be getting addicted to wolves. And here I was imagining that you had the power to keep all your lovers eager for you. Hmmm, hmm.”

As Targir shook his head, Asmund could only imagine what his wife – no, ex-wife, now – had been doing in bed with the silver wolf. He could still see her all too well from yesterday, the tattoos on her womb and thighs showing off how she had submitted to his captor, and how she had given up on him. She had begged for his cubs, but at the time, the polar bear had imagined that she might have been in the throes of heat and might not have known what she was saying, what she was implying.

But if she had continued, if she had begged to be knot-fucked after she had been knocked up…

Asmund’s cock throbbed again. He tried to tell himself that it was purely in response to Targir’s command from the day before, that he was just thinking about how it felt to be humiliated and being aroused by that, but…but it still ached. It still came so close to stinging with how hard his cock could get. He’d been without release for two days already, and it…it was driving him more and more to the edge of madness.

“Is something the matter, Asmund?” Targir asked, the wolf smiling with his arms folded behind his back.

“No.”

“Hmmm, it seems that you’re feeling a certain tension.”

“You try going without for a few days and see how you feel,” the bear growled under his breath.

“Ah, but I have. It isn’t particularly pleasant. It’s why I enjoy having so many partners that are so very willing to relieve that tension for me. I’m sure you remember what that felt like, back when you still had yours.”

“…”

“Speaking of which, I wanted to compliment you on one of your harem, in particular. Come in,” the wolf called over his shoulder.

Asmund sat up a little taller and a little straighter as a horse stepped through the door. He remembered this one; it was a slave named Connor, a black and white horse that he had kept for his pleasures for some time. Equines were rare this far north, so getting one in and of itself was a bit of a trick. Connor had been a camp follower for some other mercenaries that had been passing through the area, but when Asmund spotted him – and his fine, wide rump that was so signature to horses – he’d made an offer. He’d kept the big stallion ever since.

And Connor was big. Polar bears were tall, but the horse matched him and beat him by an inch or two. He had white ‘gloves’ and ‘socks’ at the end of each limb, and the rest of his fur was black as night. He had a mane that was long and shined with oils, given the chance to be groomed regularly back at the old home. He’d never been allowed to wear anything, as Asmund had enjoyed the sheer girth of his hips and the muscles in his ass.

Targir chuckled as Asmund’s cock twitched at the sight of the horse, and the wolf nodded his understanding.

“Yes, this one [i]is[/i] something of a gem, isn’t he?” Targir said, slowly pulling at the horse’s hips and turning him around. “Tall, sleek, and certainly muscular enough to get quite a bit of attention, but back here…”

Targir squeezed the horse’s ass cheeks. It was impossible to miss the pucker that just barely poked out between them, the familiar puffy donut of a horse hole showing. Asmund had always loved that little thing. Anja might have been his preferred wife, but when it came to getting the chance to fuck a good hole, Connor had always been a personal favorite. Not his first choice every time, but most of the time.

It clenched visibly as the wolf squeezed it, and Asmund remembered how it felt to slide inside of that pucker. So visible, so on-offer, and so…so good to be inside. He groaned, biting his lips as he balled his fists at his sides.

“I haven’t had the chance to enjoy a horse of late; the last time that I had the opportunity was during a business trip down south,” Targir said, shaking his head. “I will have to enjoy this when I get the chance.”

“Why are you doing this?” Asmund grunted. “Why are you showing me my own property?”

“Well, first, mine. You did lose just about everything you had to me when you became Soulbound, remember.”

“Rrrr.”

“And second, I thought you would like the chance for a bit of reconnection. Not with his ass, of course.”

Asmund’s eyes went wide as the wolf spun his horse around again, making him look at Connor’s sheath. The head of the horse’s cock was already just barely showing, starting to poke out of the fleshy pouch.

“I think it’s time that your former slave gets the chance to see what his master’s ass feels like, don’t you?”

“Fuck – there’s no way.”

“Why? Because he doesn’t deserve it?”

“Because that damn thing won’t fit!” Asmund shouted.

Targir laughed, but Asmund was serious. He knew how big horses were; he’d seen them up close in more than a few fights, and more than that, he’d seen how big Connor could get due to all the times that they’d shared a bed. He had seen how much cock was hiding in that sheath, and he knew for a fact that even if he had been a weaker warrior, one that lost to his opponents and had been made to take cock in the past, there was no way on heaven or earth that he could fit [i]that[/i] inside him. Without experience, without any past training or anything else, as a [i]virgin,[/i] it would be impossible. Horses exceeded most people’s limits, and Connor exceeded most horses.

The silver wolf shook his head as his laughter died down. His lips were still pulled back in a grin as he met Asmund’s glare, however.

“You don’t need to be so concerned. As if I would damage my property like that.”

“I might be Soulbound –”

“You [i]are[/i] Soulbound, and that means that you are property, not a person.”

Asmund’s response died on his lips. Having it said like that hit harder than just thinking it. Targir continued.

“But regardless. I do not damage my property. And besides, I have retained the services of an alchemist for just such an occasion.”

Asmund gritted his teeth. He should have known it would happen one way or another. He sighed.

“What now?”

“Now? We wait for the litter to arrive.”

“Litter?”

“You didn’t think that I’d be having you put on such a show as this without an audience, did you?”

“…You know, I’d hoped.”

#

Asmund growled deep in his throat as he was carried into the throne room aloft a litter of pillows and cushions. He had his arms behind his back, pressed right against the base of his spine over his ringed tail, and he had his ass cheeks on display to everyone that cared to take a look. More humiliating still, he’d been told to put his arms there, so he looked like some willing slut being carried about by a litter of other slaves to his master’s pleasure.

There were wolves and a few other species in the throne room today, likely those that were visiting from other lands. Perhaps Targir had put out an invitation to other lands to come and see the Warlord that he had captured, the new slave, the new slut. Asmund growled deep in his throat as he imagined this being carried as news across the land. Whatever reputation he had would be in tatters by the end of the month.

The other servants put him down in the middle of the chamber. He stared straight ahead as Targir walked past him to the raised throne at the end of the hall, sitting down on it with a smirk and a chuckle. The rest of the court turned to the silver wolf, and the sound of horse hoofbeats came to a halt behind the bear.

“Our newest possession is going to get the chance to take a horse cock today. As we all know, horses are quite well-endowed, so this will not be so simple as taking one of us, but the bear said it best, did he not? Their pillow-butts are quite suitable for getting fucked, and all of them put on a show, hoping to get used by one of us.”

The assembled audience broke out in laughter, and Asmund blushed worse than ever. His cock continued to throb under him – was it visible? He didn’t know. He stared straight ahead, not daring to break eye-contact with Targir as the silver wolf continued.

“Now, alchemist. If you would apply your oil, we’ll get started.”

“Yes, sir.”

The alchemist had a squeaky sort of voice, the sort of way of talking that Asmund would have attributed to a rodent of some sort. Perhaps a rat from the south, or one of the squirrels that made their homes among the ice-forests of the far north. Either way, the alchemist stepped forward from behind, and he felt a hand rubbing against his ass cheeks, then between them. Small fingers, delicate and gentle, pressed against his pucker, traced a circle around his rim, and then poked him.

Not fingered him. Just poked him.

“Tight, resilient. Yes, he will be a perfect candidate for testing this out…”

“What was that, alchemist?”

“Nothing, Overthane, nothing at all!”

Asmund braced himself, lowering his head to the pillows and telling himself that this would be over quickly. Connor had never had much in the way of staying power, and he doubted that it would be easy for him, regardless of what Targir said. The very idea of being completely fucked and filled with a horse cock in front of an audience still seemed impossible, but there was no backing down from it now.

[i]Breathe. Just keep breathing.[/i]

The alchemist poured something from a bottle into his hands. It squelched and squeaked as he rubbed them together, and then –

“Ah!”

Asmund gasped as the slicked-up fingers pressed against his hole again. They were…warm, not in the way of a warm body, but something else. The oil had been treated with something, and it made his hole flex, clench, and flex again, almost puffing out as soon as it was touched. He bit his lip, trying to keep the little whimpers inside as the tension and heat continued to build back there.

The alchemist’s fingers rubbed up and down over his hole, treating it the way that he would have treated some woman’s cunt. His hole was treated like it was the lips of a pussy rather than the rim of an asshole, and he kept feeling it…it felt like it was getting rubbed, teased, almost forced to get aroused in a way that he had never felt before.

As his breath huffed out through his nostrils, the oil did something. It made him feel…feel needy, open, loose. He couldn’t feel his hole actually opening, but it was doing something, getting more…more empty inside, as if he had space that he’d never had before, and that space…

That space demanded to be filled.

He was panting by the time that the alchemist withdrew his fingers, and he closed his eyes tight as he heard the horse move forward. This was impossible. Even with some magic oil, there was no way that a hard horse cock was going to just slide inside of him and find a place to fit. It was going to either slide off of him, or it would be unpleasant. Even if he felt the urge to be filled, there was no way –

Asmund stiffened as the head of that thick cock rested right against his hole. He had seen the flare in Connor’s cock more times than he could remember, but this was the first time that he had ever felt it against him. It was thick, thicker it looked, and surely impossible for any anal virgin to take. It felt wider than his hole actually was, and he knew that the shaft was going to be scarcely thinner than that. His breath wheezed out as he realized that this was going to happen, and he couldn’t –

He squeaked. The first little nudge against his hole drew pleasure out of him the same way that the alchemist’s fingers had, and he squeaked because he didn’t know what to do with it. His eyes went wider and wider as the flare kept nudging, pushing, nudging against his hole, sliding between his cheeks, rubbing against the oiled-up entrance until it was finally perfectly aligned.

The air left Asmund’s lungs as Connor leaned over him, pushing down. The weight behind that shaft got heavier and heavier, and his hole’s clenching weakened until –

POP!

Squelch.

His eyes almost bugged out of their sockets as he felt the sheer girth of that tip slide inside of him. His mouth hung open, the tiniest of wheezing squeaks leaving his mouth as the flare kept going deeper, and deeper, and deeper. It was going places that nothing had ever gone before, and he didn’t have a clue how he was fitting it without screaming for dear life.

In. In. In. The wet around his hole meant that the only friction he felt back there was a pleasurable rubbing, a teasing stroke along his rim that went right in and touched his prostate with a tingling, wanton need. His toes curled against the pillows as he felt the medial ring kiss his pucker, and then continue inside with a quieter squelch, a weaker little pop.

“Ah…ah…ah…”

Connor moaned overhead, the stallion’s hands finally coming to rest on his hips. The faint humiliation of being fucked by a former slave was completely eclipsed by the feeling of having something that huge inside of him. How big was it? How thick? He didn’t have a way of encompassing it as it went deeper inside of him, pushing more of the alchemist’s oil deeper inside of him and painting his insides with it. The emptiness, the need to be filled, was slowly going away.

And then Connor started pulling back. The sheer size of that flare ground against every square inch of his insides, stroking against his inner walls on the way out, and Asmund’s eyes rolled back in their sockets as his cock audibly slapped up against his belly.

“Heh, look at that. The bear takes it, and he enjoys it. Do you want it back inside of you, bear?” Targir asked, his voice cutting through the chuckles and whispers of the crowd. “Do you want to be filled again?”

Asmund wished he had the courage to growl, to scream. He wished he had the air to do anything but whimper and moan as that cock moved forward, back, forward, back. He wished that there was something, anything in him that could throw defiance at the smug wolf on the throne.

But there wasn’t.

All he could do was wheeze and shiver and [i]moan[/i] as that fat horse-cock continued to open his hole up. Each thrust went deeper than he thought possible, and each time he pulled back, he was aware of the sheer, brutal thickness of that flare as it dragged toward his hole again. His breath came in harsh sucks and sudden coughs and barks as it was forced back out of him.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Connor lifted his hips up, and he could feel his cock getting exposed, bouncing and throbbing and drooling onto the cushions under him. It was so sensitive that he could feel every little gush of pre-cum down the shaft, leaving his eyes rolling back in his sockets as he desperately tried to hold onto any kind of dignity. He clenched his hands tightly at the small of his back as he took one thrust, another, another, each one making him more aware of his hole, his insides, and how [i]good[/i] being filled with horse-cock could be.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Asmund managed to grit his teeth. He succeeded at not drooling from the intense hammering from behind. It was all that he could focus on, to not humiliate himself further than he already had. But each thrust rocked him, wracked him, forced him to think of his ass and the feeling of being so stretched and so full, and how good it felt, and his brain kept bouncing around from the idea of the horse’s cock to another to –

“Nnngh!”

Connor picked up speed, and the wet smack, smack, smack of the horse’s hips against his ass silenced all the murmurs around him. Asmund slid along the litter of pillows and more, and he groaned and moaned, the sounds of pleasure forced out of him with each thrust from the powerful stallion. In, out, in, out, and now, those heavy horse balls slapping against him, taking him, filling him –

[i]So full so full so big so full so hot so good so good so good –[/i]

His head was spinning. His cheeks were bouncing. His cock was throbbing. His ass was full of dick and the flare was dragging against his prostate every time that it pulled back and that big horse was just power-fucking him down onto the cushions and he couldn’t think and –

Connor rammed in one more time, and the stallion whinnied. The sudden rush of heat sent shivers up and down the polar bear’s spine, and his cock arched against his belly as it ground against a cushion under him. He felt his balls trying to rise up, felt his orgasm right there on the brink…

And it didn’t happen.

He whimpered, wanting to cum but held back from it at the same time. His cheeks burned, his toes curled, his frustration rose like an inferno –

[i]No, don’t cum from this, don’t be a butt-slut, don’t be a fuck-toy, don’t, don’t. Don’t.[/i]

It was the faintest bit of dignity left to him. It was so faint, so barely-there, that he almost didn’t feel like it was real. But he held to it nonetheless.

He might have just gotten ass-fucked by his stallion slave. He might have just gotten filled to the brim by a horse-cock that he needed alchemical oil to take. He might have been used like some sort of fuck-toy from the far south, trained to be used by the biggest of men and enjoy it, and had it done to him with an audience larger than any that had seen him thus far…

But he hadn’t cum from it.

He hadn’t fallen that far.

The gushing, squelching feeling inside of him continued for a good minute before Connor finally pulled out. Asmund grunted as the flare popped out of him, feeling his hole gaping, his pucker pushed out just a bit in a faint, unworthy imitation of the horse’s own donut hole. Everything inside [i]stayed[/i] inside, but he could feel how open he was, and he knew it was going to stay that way, at least for the better part of an hour. He groaned, his head down against the cushions as he felt the bubbling flow of seed oozing up and out of him. It was hot, and slimy, and it clung to his taint and down his balls as it bubbled out of his open hole.

“Take him to the bathhouse,” Targir said. “Clean him up, then bring him back to my quarters.”

“Yes, sir,” the soldiers said, grabbing the litter.

“And Connor.”

“Y-yes, Overthane?” the stallion asked.

“How did it feel to fuck your former master?”

“I – I enjoyed it…he-he has a really good…really good ass, Overthane.”

“Yes…yes, he does.”

#

The bathhouse was near the rear of the palace, situated over a hot spring and filled with steam and hot water. It was also where the guards went to take their pleasures, he found, as he was dropped at the edge of one of the springs and the guards went to enjoy themselves with other sluts that were seated among the steam and wooden chairs.

If it wasn’t for the fact that one of the guards whispered that he had to clean himself up, the polar bear wouldn’t have been able to move. All he could have done was lie there and wait for the guards to come back and do the cleaning for him. Instead, the minute he heard that, his arms came loose from their magically-enforced binding position at the small of his back, and he collapsed onto his stomach with a soft grunt.

Didn’t help the creampie between his cheeks. The impact drove some of it out of him, making more run down between his legs and cheeks.

Dragging himself off the litter, he slid into the hot water nearest him. It was the smallest of the pools, but at least he could rub some of the worst of the sweat and muck off of him. He shook his head, looking around the bathhouse –

And froze.

The sluts that he had assumed were just part of Targir’s entourage were anything but. He recognized all three of them, from the seal female with her ass in the air, her asshole getting plundered by a black wolf, to the two bears – one male and one female – that were bouncing on the laps of two gray wolves. The male even had one leg grabbed by another wolf, and was getting his foot licked and teased while the licking guard stroked himself off.

[i]They…they were mine…[/i]

Were.

The operative word was ‘were.’

Now they belonged to Targir, and they were clearly enjoying themselves.

Asmund’s cock throbbed, pushing up through the spring water around him. He growled down at his ringed member, trying to ignore the throbbing urges that it brought with it, but the constant moans of his former harem members hit him hard. The fact that they were enjoying the touches of the wolves, the fact that they had fallen so quickly and given in only two days after he himself had been conquered –

[i]Do they prefer the wolves that much?[/i]

The thought alone sent a thrill through him. He told himself that Targir had ordered, commanded that he be aroused by being cucked, but he’d never imagined he’d be surrounded by it this way.

No matter how he told himself that he had allowed them freedom to enjoy each other, that they had even been shared with some of his warriors, he still felt the humiliation. It was keen, and sharp, and it stung deep down to his bones…but he was still turned on by it, wanting to touch his dick and stroke himself to the show of the wolves using his sluts and bitches and lovers the way that he used to. And…and from the sounds of their moans, maybe even better…

Gritting his teeth, the bear set to cleaning himself properly and tuning out the sounds of the moaning seal and the grunts of the other bears. He dragged hot water between his cheeks, rubbed it around his hole, and even slid a finger or two inside. Not to…not to tease himself, of course, just to make sure that it was as clean as possible inside.

The fact that fingering himself felt good was just down to the oil, he was sure.

As he washed himself down, though, he kept looking out of the corner of his eye toward the guards fucking away. The seal got her asshole knotted, and she moaned, squirting hands-free from the sudden pop of the knot inside of her. Her eyes were blissed-out, and her pussy was as wet as could be, dripping in a long line of slime from her sex to the floor.

The bears were happily bouncing their asses up and down, and he had a front-row view of how it must have looked as his own hole had been fucked by the horse. Their cheeks bounced, jiggled, dented as the wolves used them, and the sight of those knots popping in and out between the cheeks – and the way that his former lovers moaned for it – kept his cock as hard as could be.

He cleaned himself quickly, then laid down, hoping that the guards would take him back soon.

#

When he reached his chambers, he almost wished that they would take him back to the bathhouse. Targir was there, and so was another one of his harem lovers, a caribou named Haldor.

Like most of his partners, Haldor was a fat-assed, bottom-heavy man, and the caribou’s cheeks had always kept Asmund’s interests. The number of times that the antlered man had bounced on his cock, the sheer number of times that he’d pulled out and admired the creampie that had been left behind, was beyond count.

But now? Now, Haldor was bouncing himself up and down on Targir’s cock while the silver wolf sat on the polar bear’s bed. The slime from their fucking had already filled the room with the smell of sex, and he knew that he’d be smelling it for the rest of the day.

[i]Don’t…don’t…[/i]

And yet, his cock refused his command, rising once more to the humiliation of being cucked by his master. The wolf had already seen him walk in, but hadn’t said anything. Not yet. Instead, he merely reached down and spread Haldor’s cheeks further, and –

POP! POP! POP! POP!

It was no wonder that the fucking was as loud as it was; the knot was popping in and out of that hole at a rapid pace, and he could see Haldor’s hole sucking down, swelling around it every time that it popped out, only to be forced open again as the caribou bounced onto it once more.

Haldor moaned, clearly cumming again from the knot sliding over his prostate. Targir chuckled.

“It seems that you were rather pent-up, slutty one.”

“Nnngh…mm-hmm…”

“Was the bear not enough for you?”

“He…he had a lot…”

“But was he better than this?”

“No…gods, no…”

Asmund’s cock spat pre-cum. He hated himself for enjoying it, and hated it more that Targir saw it happen.

“After this, would you ever go back to his cock, hmm? Would you ever go back to anything without a knot?”

“No…never.”

Twitch.

“Would you ever let a bear fuck you again?”

“Only…mmmph…only if you ordered me to.”

Twitch.

“Heh…and what are you?”

“Knot-fucker. I’m a good little knot-fucker…”

Twitch.

“Good boy…”

Asmund wished that he could say that last was said to Haldor, but he had a horrible feeling that it was addressed to him just as much as to the caribou.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Asmund’s confidence gets shattered in horrendous fashion as he is first fucked, and then reminded of how many of his lovers have been pulled in by Targir’s schemes.

Tags: M/M, Horse Cock, Horse, Polar Bear, Wolf, Various Species, Anal, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, No Pain, Only Pleasure, Near Mind Break, Humiliation, Cuckolding, Knots, Flare, Orgasm, Cum, Edging, Denial, Creampie, Fantasy, Series, Harem,