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Palor beckoned his big ram slave with a sharp jab of his finger and a sly grin. They were an odd pair, Palor a short white folf with a shock of violet frosting his ears, tail and the wild forelock swept over his face. He lead a massive blue and tan ram with a riotous shock of curly tangerine hair between his horns. Treb, the lumbering ram, ducked his head sheepishly as he plodded forward and rubbed gently at his groin. It had been a whole week of Palor denying him satisfaction and while he had faith in his master he was starting to feel like he was lugging full oil drums between his legs.

They had just eaten at a nice restaurant, white tablecloth and top service. Palor had let Treb eat his fill but had only allowed him to take slow bites while Palor inspected the wine list and took his time savoring his drink and meal. Treb's rumbling belly had protested but the wait had been worth it, and a full hank of prime rib weighed in his firm stomach as he stooped to duck through the doorway to the stairway. Palor was leading him into the bowls of the building that held the restaurant and they were soon descending to the basement. Treb's hooves clopped heavily on the cement steps and his horns clacked whenever he failed to duck his head enough to avoid striking the ceiling.

"You've been a good boy this week," Palor said in a low sultry voice. "You ate what I said and kept all your pleasure to yourself. You ready to earn your reward, boy?"

"Oh yes, master! I'm very happy to have saved up enough to fill you propperly!" Treb's voice quivered at the edges as he spoke. He was clenching and unclenching his hands, palms slick with sweat. He knew he'd have to earn every drop of pleasure but his master had not let him down yet.

Palor opened an unmarked door in the dingy concrete hallway they'd entered. "I've had a nice little playroom set up for us and we should finally have equipment sturdy enough for that frame of yours." Treb stooped and entered to find burgundy velvet curtains hung from the walls of a room with an old pressed-tin ceiling. The lighting was from clusters of LED candles bathing the room in a warm creamy light. It seems a bit at odds with the heavy semi-truck chains anchored into the ceiling and floor, but certain concessions had to be made to restrain a guy of Treb's size.

Palor nimbly maneuvered to the middle of the room and held up a broad black leather collar connected to two wrist restraints on a thick steel bar. "Let's hook you up and begin, boy. I've been waiting myself, you know."

Treb lowered himself to the floor, his thick blue wool helping with the chill of the concrete, and waited patiently as his master secured every strap just so. Treb enjoyed the swish of his master's tail in the ambience of the yellow light but it was becoming hard to deny how his balls swayed and sloshed with all the seed he'd been saving. The wool around his balls was always blue but he felt his heart quickening as Palor buckled the last restraint and finally turned to face him, his own peen beginning to swell and grow down the length of his legs.

"First let's get you desert for that big dinner I fed you," Palor said and stepped forward, thrusting his cock into Treb's massive muzzle rather unceremoniously. Treb began to lap hungrily at the penis, though it never made much of an imprint in his mouth. He could (if master allowed it) gobble whole sub sandwiches in a bite. It wasn't about size, though; care was the key, and he stroked Palor's member back and forth with the roughness of the broad sides of his tongue.

The folf moaned softly deep in his throat as the ram tickled and suckled his cock like he was savoring some tiny rare delicacy. A charcuterie of romance. Treb could feel his master's member thicken and quiver with excitement and soon a surprisingly copious load of salty cum spurted into his mouth in halting streams. Treb began to suck in earnest now, gulping like a fur dying of thirst being fed by an eyedropper.

"Yes, you remember who's to lead and who's to pleasure, boy. Excellent," Palor said as he half-winced while he came and grabbed one of Treb's horns in each hand, thrusting mightily as he spurted out load after load of jizz. Treb could not speak with his mouth full, but shook his hooves happily and the chains mingled with an almost merry tinkle.

Palor pulled his cock from his pet's mouth and trod in dainty steps down to Treb's hips. Treb's own member was swelling, fattening and growing to at least the length of his master's arm. Fatter it swelled as veins rose in serpentine patterns on the shiny pink skin. One broad purple vein ran down the top of his member like a hefty squirt of mustard. "Oh, there's the lovely cock you know I like!" The folf said and turned his head to shoot the ram a naughty look. "Tickle your master's tummy like a good boy," Palor said and began to lower his tight hole onto Treb's soda-can girth.

Palor's tight heat squeezed Treb's cock like a fist, pleasure and pain sliding down the length of his member. Palor squatted, wincing but barring his fangs in a grin, and when his ass pressed into the very base of Treb's cock his stomach bulged forward like a fist was pressing from within. Treb swore he could hear his pelvis creaking over the jingle of his chains as Palor pushed up with the full strength of both thighs. The rhythm was slow of necessity and Treb's cock felt like it was being squeezed in and out of a rubber sheath two sizes too small, but the trembling pleasure that was building in his balls and member could not be denied. Palor was breathing ragged, like a distance runner, and starring to gasp. "Oh, god, your fat fucking cock hurts!" He sputtered. "Naughty boy, hurting your master so well!"

With a warrior's determination Palor pumped, his belly distending when his ass touched Treb's abs. The ram's member fattened and fattened... and then Palor stopped, full squat, and began to sidle around with his slave's dick still buried in his belly. If it felt anything like the wrenching on Treb's dick he was in sympathy to his master. "Good boy, stretching me out so. But before I let you fill me let's cuddle. You're so sweet to me after all." Palor was sneering but his eyes had the soft look of fondness or at least pity.

Palor slid his hands to either side of Treb's wide neck and he began to lean in for the kiss. Treb began to raise his head toward his master but the folf gripped his collar and held down fiercely as Treb laboring for each breath against the thick leather collar. Panting, he still strained forward to meet the lips of his master who gently leaned in for the slightest of kisses. Palor pecked the ram's lips and tickled the roof of his mouth with a tongue as soft as butter while his giant slave slicked the thinnest end of his fat tonge into his master's maw like he was lapping up cream. Palor chuckled slightly at the goonish eagerness of his pet, but he had to admit the ram seemed well suited to his place.

Finally Palor released the collar and leaned back as Treb heaved forward to savage his master with his tongue. Palor broke the embrace, laughing high and light, and began twisting tufts of Treb's sky-blue wool into his fingers. He tugged and twisted savagely and Treb's pecs began to burn. Tighter and tighter his master wound Treb's pelt into knots and yanked. Despite his size Treb was no happy masochist, and he flexed his arms and legs with the burn of his wool being snarled. The heavy trucking chains were no longer jingling as Treb pulled them taught in his contortions, then they began to creak as the bolts in the ceiling and floor were strained. Suddenly Palor released his slave's pelt and began caressing his taught muscles, biting lightly at the flesh of the ram's broad neck and shoulders.

"You please me so well with all that impotent strength," Palor whispered in Treb's ear. "You do so well to strain and fight. You're suck a good piece of meat."

"Yes master," Treb whimpered. His cock was still iron-hard and pent up like a stoppered firehose inside his's mater's belly. He wondered, as his master returned to his biting, if he really could tear his chains free. But he would never do that to master. He remembered fondly the time they had been accosted by that rude fox while Palor had been walking him on the leash a month ago. He'd let the ram slip his collar and, well, deal with the bully fittingly. He'd felt so big when master had petted his head and stroked his pounding erection after. Treb giggled through the pain of the biting as Palor twisted his nipples in his fingers and lolled his head back. He let loose with a long bleat, guttural and strained.

Palor leaned back from his nibbling and gave a couple experimental pumps up and down on Treb's salami cock as fast as his strained hole would allow. "I was thinking at dinner of ways to use those horns for some fun. You can't just use them to headbutt doors and menace our enemies. Lean forward and hold you head still, boy."

Treb tilted his head forward and Palor swung his knees up into the curves of Treb's horns. The back of the ram's neck burned in pain but he was able to lean in enough that they connected and docked. Treb opened his muzzle and lapped at the length of Palor's balls and shaft and it was the folf's turn to throw his head back and moan. It was time for the main event.

Palor slipped his feet around the outside of Treb's horns and locked his legs in place before he resumed thrusting up and down, the distended imprint of Treb's member in his belly sliding up and down his gut like a lazy boa constrictor. Treb could only keep the tip of his master's cock in his muzzle consistently but he kept his broad tongue in duty tickling Palor's erogenous zone from taint to shiny head. He had big balls for such a little one, and Treb delighted in flopping them about with his tongue as his cock was squeezed and smooshed. Treb's cock was so massive and his pulse pounded so hard that it made his master shudder as though from a chill. All those veins along his dick carrying enough blood to spin a power turbine and his member still, somehow, swelling with seed from his pulsing balls. The tightness of Palor's anus around his cock was sealing everything and it was both thrilling and excruciating. Treb could see the snowy fur of his master form a second bulge along his belly just from how fat his member was growing from all the pent-up cum.

Finally there was no restraint that could keep it back. Treb's thick cream began to flow in a long torrent, pumping and pumping into his master's tight belly. Palor could feel the intense warmth splatter against the top of his stomach, splattering and flowing inside him like a living thing bent on multiplying and breeding. It spewed from his slave's cock and filled his belly, mixing with the delightful dinner he was still digesting. The folf had already felt full with his pet's massive cock filling his belly, but the roiling spunk billowing in him swelled his belly out and out. It stretched and sagged like months of overeating were compressed into this moment. The swell of his belly was settling along the top of Treb's muzzle, his slave still straining desperately to suckle at his master's formidable (for his stature) cock. Further and further Palor's slope of snow-white fur flowed, settling in a sloshy roll upon the length of Treb's nose.

"Oooooh, yes, boy! So much power! So much seed! You're making such a mess inside me, you naughty ram!" Palor shouted as Treb's tenuous tongue lashing brought the folf's member almost to climax. Treb had often marveled at the amount of protein his master put away to ensure he could splatter seed so frequently and with such volume, but he was excited to relish the creamy taste and lapped as diligently as he could at his master's cock.

Palor's dick shuddered and splattered his creamy load into Treb's maw as the last of the massive ram's own spooge was filling his belly just past the threshold of pain. When Palor had climaxed and spilled the last of his seed Treb reared back his head, his tongue tracing a last wet goodbye along his master's cock, and bleated like a foghorn with the cum gargling in his mouth. Treb had his chains stretched to full tension with the ecstasy of his release and they hung, leaning apart at the abdomens, in complete stillness. Finally Palor relaxed into his afterglow and patted his (now) fat belly with gusto. "You've made quite the mess of me, boy. Though I admit I always relish the way you punish me with that fat cock of yours. But when you foul the master you know you need to clean up the mess!"

Treb's belly glorped in apprehension of what was to come, but he smiled gamely for his master. "Yes, I'll clean you right out, my master! I'm still hungry, if I'm being honest..."

"Silly ram..." Palor said and patted his pet's orange head floof. "That belly of yours is quite the marvel. And at least it can be of use to me. Let me shake loose..." The folf began to untangle himself from his pet's horns and shook out his feet in cute little circles before planting them on Treb's tight abs and pushing upward. With a sound like a stick being pulled from mud Treb's mighty cock pulled out of his master's anus, and a slow trickle of cum dribbled from the folf's poor asshole.

"Well, boy, given how well you performed I'm happy to suck you off a bit. But you know what you need to do."

"Yes master. Clean up my... mess."

Palor turned and promptly sat his ass directly into Treb's muzzle. At the same time he plunged the fat head of Treb's cock directly into his own muzzle and began suckling it. He lapped and gobbled at the cock, so large it hurt his jaw to strain it all in, but he knew his faithful slave would return the favor.

And oh how Treb did. He pressed his tongue deep into his master's hole, spreading the abused anus with the flexible muscle of his tongue and relishing the slopping stream of pent-in cum that flooded out. Lapping in and around, circling and pressing, stabbing in and lapping at his own hot sweet load contained in his master's belly. Treb fed like a ram possessed, his throat gulping down the hot loads that shot into his muzzle with each lap of his rough tongue.

Palor moaned and whined at the pleasure, relishing the feeling of his slave tickling his prostate with nothing but the roughness of his oral muscle while the tight hot wobble of his belly deflated bit by bit like a balloon being bled of air. He loved to feel this full and bouncy, but the release of all that pressure one lap at a time as his pet gorged himself on his own load... it truly made him feel like a king. Even if he had a massive cock in his mouth. He choked and gagged, struggling to fit the ram's salami hank into his narrow throat. But pleasure and pain always went hand in hand.

Treb gobbled and lapped, his tongue straining to pierce the (somehow) still tight asshole of his master. As Palor's belly drained the ram's swelled in kind, and the folf kneaded his pet's softening gut beneath his fingers as he suckled. In the heat of his master's passionate throating Treb finally climaxed again, flooding Palor's belly with even more seen to devour. Palor leaned back, twisting his fingers in his frosted-purple hair in ecstasy as he relished his pet gobbling every last ounce of protein from his belly. The ram's tummy bulged up alarmingly, having swallowed enough of his own and his master's cum to fill several full garbage bags. Eventually he could coax not a drop more, and he withdrew his tongue. His head lolled in a gluttonous stupor and his sloppy mouth still trickled spooge from the corners. His massive belly, swollen with seed, gurgled constantly.

Palor stood and turned, bouncing atop Treb's fat round belly and giggling at the distressed gurgles that emanated from it. It was the size of an industrial wok and jiggled like gelatin, and the ram coughed up a few globs of seed at his master's stamping.

Palor lowered himself to lie, his spine curving along the slope of Treb's new potbelly, and whispered hot in Treb's ear: "what a good boy you are. Kiss me deep, no tricks this time."

They snaked their tongues into one another's mouths in slow, roving patterns. Cum sloshed about in Treb's mouth and globs of it still gurgled up from his belly from the pressure of his slim master laying atop it. Oh, how full he was. But he relished the thin band of warmth that his master left atop his bulk and bleated softly from the back of his throat as they kissed and caressed. He could not wrap his master in a hug with the chains restraining him so, but he had faith Palor would spoon into him delicately once they were home and finished. It was lovely just to feel the folf's tongue slide on his own against the slick coating of all that seed in his mouth.

"Good boy, so big and strong..." Palor muttered before diving back in for another kiss and gripping Treb's hard pecs in his hands.

Treb laid limp in his restraints, stuffed to the brim with ecstasy of all types. With a private room like this they would have to come back to this restaurant.