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The wolf bobbed his head gently in time with the music that pounded through the club, and he took a sip of his bourbon, enjoying the oaky flavor that washed over his tongue.

Meeper was taking his time to ogle the crowd while he sat at the bar, his legs spread wide to show off the large bulge filling out his tight leather shorts. He absently scratched at his chest, which was bare except for the leather bulldog harness that gripped his pecs, and he thumped his feet, clad in their black leather boots, against the metal rungs of his barstool, matching the beat on the speakers. The gang at Hightower Bar--the local BDSM and leather club--was thriving tonight; the dancing space on the ground floor was packed with people who grinded against each other, some simply enjoying the rhythmic movement together, others flagrantly devolving into sexual activity while bumping against their neighbors. Meanwhile, the bar on the second floor, where Meeper sat, was doing a roaring trade, with bartenders and dancers alike grabbing tips for drinks and entertainment for their patrons.

Meeper certainly had his pick of eye candy. He could feel the heat rising in his loins as he looked from left to right, taking in as much as he could. There was a small circle of tigers passing slender young foxes, rabbits, and otters back and forth between them, forcing their faces into their pits and crotches and getting them drunk on the musk they licked and huffed; a kangaroo, wearing only a tight t-shirt and nothing else, was dancing with abandon on one of the tables, thrusting his hips wildly for his friends while thin strands of pre flew off the end of his swinging cock and he raised his tail; a tall moose wearing a relatively tame ensemble of leather pants and a vest winked at him and raised his glass. And there were so many more people for him to openly stare at and watch--Meeper's bulge was pressing so hard against the tight confines of his shorts that it was almost too much for the wolf. He shifted on his barstool, trying to get more comfortable as he rested a hand on his tenting crotch.

Rip.

"Oh come on, really?" Meeper sighed--he looked down at his lap, confirming what he thought had just happened.

His girthy cock--all two feet of it, complete with ladder piercings and a thick and heavy Prince Albert--had strained so much against the fabric that it had ripped the crotch of his shorts open, and it now rested against his leg in the open air, while his large balls stayed trapped within the intact remnants of leather. "Ah, that's the last time I buy from the clearance rack, these are just way too flimsy," he said to himself as he fingered the thin material before he rested his hand on the base of his cock and squeezed the throbbing muscle.

Even though he was perfectly happy to have his cock on display, Meeper still felt a little annoyed at the waste of money that his shorts had turned out to be. He contented himself by taking another drink of his bourbon, but as he looked over the rim of his glass, he raised his eyebrows and felt his annoyance fade away; a younger, muscular coyote, wearing only a black jockstrap and sitting at the bar only two seats away from him, was staring pointedly at his lap. And judging from the wagging tail and the tent that was forming in the coyote's jockstrap, Meeper had a hunch that that smaller canine was enjoying the view. The wolf grinned cockily as he swallowed his mouthful of bourbon and set his glass down.

"Want to get a closer look, sexy?" Meeper asked.

The coyote did a double-take in surprise and quickly looked around himself before Meeper got his attention again.

"Yeah, I'm talking to you, hot stuff," Meeper assured him; he squeezed on the base of his cock again and patted it against his free hand, making a light slap against his palm. "Got a bunch of meat here you can look at and play with."

The coyote smiled and stood from his seat, then confidently trotted over and plopped himself in the empty barstool right next to the wolf.

"Thanks for the invite," the coyote said, leaning in closer to Meeper. He nodded at the torn shorts still clinging to the wolf's waist. "Shame about the wardrobe malfunction, but I'm not complaining."

Meeper smirked. "I'd be surprised if you were. What's your name, kid?"

"Trent," the coyote said, offering his hand for a shake.

"Meeper," the wolf replied--instead of meeting Trent for a handshake, he reached forward and down into the coyote's lap, resting his large paw on the bulging jockstrap and eliciting a soft "oh!" from his new acquaintance. "Now, how about you meet my friend down there?" Meeper asked with a wink.

Trent happily leaned forward and reached with both hands to grab Meeper's swelling erection--his paws together couldn't even fit around the beefy, pulsating slab, and he rubbed over the ladder piercings that lined the underside of the wolf's cock, taking his time to tap on and finger the metal embedded in Meeper's sensitive organ.

"Oh yeah, that's nice," Meeper crooned in Trent's ear while he rolled the coyote's much smaller cock--still trapped inside the black jockstrap--around in his palm. "How about you tug on that ring on the end?"

"Yeah? You like that?" Trent asked.

"Uh-huh. Give it a try and see how good it is," Meeper encouraged.

Trent gently pulled his hands backward as he applied more pressure on the wolf's cock, stroking up and over the warm member, before his fingers alighted on the Prince Albert that hung from Meeper's urethra and rounded back into his frenulum. Keeping one hand on Meeper's broad purple cockhead and palpating the tender flesh, Trent pulled gently on the large steel ring, tentatively stretching the wolf's erection by a few inches.

"Mmf, gimme more," Meeper urged.

"You sure?" Trent checked.

"Oh yeah, give it a good pull."

Trent took a deep breath and flexed his bicep as he pulled harder, getting Meeper's cock to stretch by another 6 inches.

"Ooooh hell yeah, that's the spot! Now we're getting to the good stuff," Meeper sighed--he removed his hand from Trent's stiff erection and reached with both hands under his cock while the coyote still pulled on the Prince Albert. Meeper dug deep into his shorts and groaned as he pulled out his melon-sized balls and let them drop--he panted as they fell and their weight hung on his pelvis as they dangled almost halfway from his seat to the floor. "Ah, nice to get the boys free while you're doing that," he breathed in relief. "Keep on pulling, you can go harder. Gimme some good yanks."

Trent let his arm go slack momentarily before pulling again, tugging on Meeper's piercing in pulses, and the large wolf cock throbbed hard under his hand.

"Fuck, that's awesome," Meeper panted.

The coyote smirked and wiggled his wrist from side to side. Meeper huffed and yipped lightly as his cock wagged back and forth, before Trent began to pull harder and slack off, pull harder and slack off, and again and again; soon he was pulling enough to feel significant resistance from Meeper's cock. And all the while, the wolf squirmed in his seat and panted in pleasure. Eventually Trent released his hold on the Prince Albert, letting the heavy piercing weigh down Meeper's solid member, and he began to rub the cockhead, pressing on it with his pawpads and running the tips of his claws teasingly over the delicate purple skin and occasionally flicking the steel piercing the emerged from the wolf's urethra.

"It's amazing how much hardware you have," Trent commented; he used his hands to grip Meeper's cockhead and lifted it to see the ladder piercings running down the belly of the wolf's erection. He whistled low in appreciation before he let the cock drop again and he resumed his ministrations on the exposed head and glans. "I can't imagine how your cock must've felt. You must really like to punish it."

Meeper chuckled. "It was damn near the best thing I'd ever felt in my life. I swear, I was about to cum hands-free when I got my PA."

Trent's eyebrows rose as he looked up at Meeper. "Really?"

The wolf snickered. "Yeah, it took a lot of self control not to bust a fat nut when the needle was going in. I was leaking pre like crazy, though. I made a whole mess all over the table! I love to take a lot of punishment, especially deep inside my cock, there's just something so awesome about being invaded and violated like that."

"And I guess you can take a lot in there?" Trent asked as he positioned one of his thumbs on top of Meeper's urethral slit, just above the metal ring of the Prince Albert.

"Why don't you see for yourself?"

At the wolf's suggestion, Trent pushed his thumb down, sinking it up to his palm in Meeper's cock. He wiggled it around, pressing it against the slimy and warm inner lining of the urethra.

Meeper shook as he laughed. "Kid, I'm talking about more than that. A lot more! That's barely even a tickle."

"Oh! Oh, I--"

"No, no, keep your thumb in there, it still feels good," Meeper cut him off, holding his wrist steady before Trent could pull his digit free. "Here, let me." The wolf raised a hand, getting the attention of one of the bartenders.

A lion who had just finished mixing a cocktail caught the signal and sidled over to Meeper and Trent. "What can I get you, boys?"

"Do you still have that large sounding kit?" Meeper asked.

The lion eyed Meeper's exposed and erect cock, with Trent's thumb still lodged inside it. "Do you want the large, or do you want the really large?"

"You know it's gonna be the really large," Meeper replied with a smile.

The lion winked. "Just making sure, hold on a sec."

The lion turned to a rack above the liquor shelf and pulled down an oblong black crate, which he placed on the bar in front of Meeper and Trent. He then reached under the bar and produced a 40 ounce bottle of clear lube with a pump top before he finally unlocked the crate, opened it, and flipped it around to reveal a collection of five enormous sounding tools: a thick and slightly curved metal rod, a large J-shaped hook with a chain attached to the end, a string of metal beads, a solid flexible silicone tube with a pull-ring molded onto the end, and a dildo shaped like a dog's cock, complete with a bulbous knot. Trent's eyes grew wide as he took in the options before him.

"Take your pick and go wild," the lion said.

"What's looking good to you?" Trent asked.

"Hmm...I think I'm in the mood for something...bumpy," Meeper mused as he guided Trent's free hand to settle on the beads.

Trent gulped as he looked up at Meeper. "You sure you can take these?"

In the 4-foot long string, there were 8 enormous beads, each one a solid metal sphere 5 inches in diameter, and they were all connected by a 2-inch thick steel cable. Without even picking it up, Trent could tell just how heavy the set of beads would be, and how much effort it would take for Meeper to swallow them down his cock. But if anything, the wolf looked excited by the prospect.

"Oh, I've taken bigger," Meeper told the coyote. "But it's been a while and I've gotten tight again, so I could use some good, rough stretching." He shifted in his seat and pushed his pelvis upward, getting into a better position and raising his cock in the air. "I'm ready when you are."

"Alright, if you're sure," Trent said as he pumped a few large dollops of lube on the beads, took them up, and began to rub the slick fluid all over the thick spheres and steel cable; when he was done lubing up the beads, he took a couple more pumps of lube and smeared them over Meeper's cockhead, making it shine and glisten.

Meeper panted and humped the air insistently as Trent greased the sensitive skin. "Fill me up!"

Trent smiled at the wolf's enthusiasm, and when he had properly hefted the 25 pounds of solid, slippery beads that just threatened to spill out of his grasp, he rested the first one against the tip of Meeper's swollen cock, while Meeper helped by firmly holding the base of his erection to keep it steady. He moaned softly at the sensation of cold metal meeting hot flesh, and he wiggled excitedly in his seat.

"Come on, start pushing," he coaxed.

Trent positioned the first bead at a better angle right on top of the wolf's urethral slit and against the thick Prince Albert. He took a steadying breath and placed a strong hand on the back of the metal orb, and then began to push. The bead squelched against the skin as the lips of Meeper's urethra began to open to accept the intruder, and Trent winced at the sound of metal grating against metal as the bead slipped against the wolf's Prince Albert. He persevered, pushing more and more--the purple cockhead swelled with the mass being inserted into it, and Trent could see Meeper's glans subtly inflating and flaring from the stimulation. The bead was almost halfway in now, and Meeper was groaning in a mix of ecstasy and pain, until--

Pop!

"Ah! Fuck yes!" Meeper yelled as the bead suddenly slipped completely inside his urethra, engorging his cockhead even more, while all that hung out from between the leaking lips was the 2-inch steel cable--resting on top of the Prince Albert--connected to the remaining 7 orbs that Trent held. Trent watched the wolf gritting his teeth and clenching and relaxing his muscles rapidly as his body adjusted to the large foreign object that had just been shoved inside his most intimate of spaces. The bead Trent had just pushed was in a position that made it look like Meeper's cock had an inflated knot in it just below his frenulum. The coyote could only hungrily imagine what it would feel like to get fucked on such a widened, swollen shaft, and he felt his hole quiver beneath his tail.

"You liked that?" Trent's tone was more seductive and sadistic now, the hesitancy erased by Meeper's clear love for what was being done to him.

"Hell yeah! Put more in!" Meeper's tongue hung out in desire.

"Alright, big wolf, let's stuff your cock some more." Trent raised up the second bead and began to push it on top of the turgid cockhead, sinking the cable connection between the first two beads deeper and starting to push the first bead further down Meeper's urethra. He rolled the metal sphere in the lube that still coated the head of the wolf's cock, and he forced more and more of the bead past the Prince Albert, until--

Pop!

"Fuuuck that's getting me stretched so good!" Meeper moaned as the second bead fully entered his urethra.

The underside of his cock bulged with both beads resting inside, stretching the skin and muscle tissue--the upper half of his erection looked bloated and pregnant with the metal within it, while the lower half of Meeper's cock looked ready to invite the invaders further inward. Trent was happy to oblige, and he picked up the third bead and began to push. Meeper groaned with the effort of forcing his muscles to relax, and he took deep, purposeful breaths while the lips of his urethra stretched wetly around the smooth, cold metal.

Pop!

"Uuuugh god damn," Meeper huffed as the third bead joined the first two inside him; together, the three large mounds rippled under his skin as Trent kept pushing downward.

"How's that feeling? Nice and full?" Trent asked. He adjusted his hold on the beads so he could free a hand to rub over the underside of Meeper's cock--he could feel how taut the skin and muscle fibers were stretched. The first bead was now just above the base of the thick shaft, threatening to push deeper into Meeper's pelvis.

"Mmm, not full enough, keep going!"

"You got it, big wolf. Gonna fill your cock with these beads and get you opened up perfectly," Trent growled as he raised the fourth bead and began to push.

By this time, a small audience had begun to form around the duo at the bar. Out of the corner of his eye, Trent could see a pair of hyenas jacking each other off as they watched him start pressing the fourth bead into Meeper's urethra. A large bull called out, "Fuck his cock, son! Get him begging for more!" Even one of the deer bartenders had taken a break from working and was lazily stroking his dick under the bar as he watched.

As Trent pushed the fourth bead more and more, Meeper looked down to see what he was feeling in his groin--the first bead was sliding down into his pelvis, disappearing from view as it worked its way past the tight muscles. He moaned as he felt the pressure in his crotch building. Meeper panted heavily when, with another pop, his cockhead swallowed up the fourth bead and the first bead rested heavily and so tantalizingly against his prostate, which his urethra led further through. He wanted to keep going so badly.

"Aw fuck, you're good at this," Meeper groaned.

Trent grinned. "You're pretty good at this yourself. Look at you, taking all that metal."

"Down to the base and I want more," Meeper replied as he leaned back further against the bar counter. "You can keep going, just push through my prostate."

"Yeah? You want me to punish and push it?" Trent asking leadingly.

"Fuck yeah, stretch the inside of my cock as much as you can, get deeper and fucking destroy my prostate, get down into my bladder and fill me up with all that good metal," Meeper encouraged lustfully.

"Mmm, you want it bad, don't you," Trent said as he picked up the fifth bead and began to push.

Meeper shuddered at the new increase in pressure against his prostate. He huffed and moaned, "I fucking NEED it. It feels so good getting filled up like this!"

Trent managed to force the fifth bead a quarter of the way inside before he felt the resistance as the beads bunched up against each other, blocked from going any further by Meeper's tight prostate. "You're gonna need to loosen up, big guy."

Meeper shuddered and shook his head as he panted. "I can't anymore." He reached up and placed his hands on Trent's on top of the fifth bead. "You really need to"--he exerted as much pressure as he could on Trent's hands--"push!"

With Meeper's guidance, Trent strained hard, grunting as he pushed harder, and harder, sliding the bead around in between the lips of Meeper's urethra for a better angle, until--

Pop!

"AAAAH FUCK!" Meeper howled as the fifth bead squeezed into him and the first bead plowed into his prostate like a freight train--he wasn't even sure if he still had a prostate, it felt like it had been pulped and annihilated by the invasive bead. The audience surrounding them clapped and cheered while thick pre surged past the still-exposed beads and dripped on the floor, a result of the assault on Meeper's once-tight--and now thoroughly ruined--gland.

Before Meeper could even think about recovering, Trent raised the sixth bead to the wolf's urethra and began to push--Meeper could barely register much of anything except the exponentially rising pressure in his groin as the first bead inside him thrust against the opening to his bladder, insistently trying to get into the organ as Trent kept shoving from the top of his cock.

Pop!

Meeper groaned loudly with his tongue hanging out as the sixth bead plunged into his cock, the first bead abruptly forced its way into his bladder, and the second bead smashed his battered and bruised his prostate even further.

"Two to go! Who thinks he can take them all?" Trent asked the crowd around him and Meeper. Hands flew up in the air as bar patrons hooted and yelled encouragement and obscene dirty talk. Needing no further motivation, Trent picked up the seventh bead and smushed it up against Meeper's cockhead, where he started sliding it easily past the now-gaping lips of the wolf's urethra.

Meeper twitched and groaned again in pleasure as his cock accepted the next bead being forced into it with a pop! At this point, his body was too wrecked with hormones and physical abuse to put up much natural resistance at all, and he took a steadying breath as the second wide orb in his groin forced past his urethral sphincter muscles and clunked against the metal bead resting in his bladder. He could feel how much weight rested in his cock and how heavily his bladder sat within him--and it all felt so perfectly right with him.

"Come on, last one!" Trent said to the crowd as he pushed the final bead past Meeper's Prince Albert. The audience watched as more pre welled up around the eighth orb to go into the wolf's swollen cock; the underside of his wide shaft bulged with the visible outlines of the beads resting on top of each other, forming small hills and valleys in the stretched skin and muscles, and the ladder piercings that lined the belly of his cock warped around the metal balls that he had swallowed.

Pop!

Meeper howled once more as the third bead joined the first two in the wolf's bladder while the fourth rested inside the expanded and stretched wreck of his prostate. The last four beads all stacked on top of each other in his cock, and Trent let go of the member to let it droop heavily with the weight of the beads. All that remained outside was the steel cable loop that served as a pull handle, hanging limply from Meeper's urethra on top of the Prince Albert.

"God damn, they all feel so good inside," Meeper murmured as he stroked over his engorged cock, rubbing his fingers against the metal balls in his shaft and patting the swollen bulge in his lower belly on top of his full bladder.

"Nice and heavy and full, right?" Trent asked, patting Meeper's cock. He hooked a couple fingers around the ring of his PA and tugged playfully.

"As good as they feel going in and staying in, they're gonna feel even better coming out," Meeper told him with a grin as he continued to rub the raised mound in his bladder.

"Oh really? Want me to take them out slow or fast?" Trent asked. He continued to tug on the piercing while Meeper thought for a moment.

"I think quick and dirty is going to be more fun, especially for our audience," the wolf replied as he smiled knowingly at some of the patrons that had surrounded them.

Trent nodded. "Alright, you got it."

He let go of the Prince Albert and gripped the pull handle--dripping with pre that still dribbled to the floor--sticking out of Meeper's urethra. The coyote tugged hard at first, experimenting with how much force he'd need.

"Oooh fuck, that's feeling nice," Meeper crooned; he could feel the beads in his bladder and prostate pulling against the battered sphincter muscles, but they didn't budge any further, to the point where Trent couldn't even get the final bead out of the wide opening of Meeper's urethra.

When Trent realized he would need much more force--as well as better leverage--he widened his stance and braced himself. "Alright, on the count of three," he said. "One...two...three!"

Trent yanked hard like he was pulling for his life on a parachute ripcord.

Meeper howled loudly and fell out of his seat in abject pleasure as the beads, which had stuck fast for only a moment, forcefully tore through his internal sphincters, verging on ripping them apart. Meeper's urethral muscles just barely held together as the beads were wrenched out of him. Where he had once felt so deliciously full--as if the metal belonged inside him, as if his cock and bladder had truly been meant to be stuffed with so much mass--his insides now felt desperately bare and incomplete as the enormous spheres wetly plopped out of him in rapid succession with a plu-plu-plu-plu-plu-plu-plu-plup.

All 25 pounds of metal dropped on the floor in between Meeper's legs with a thud in the puddle of pre that he'd made and rested against his large, sagging balls. His cock--which had once been so wonderfully crammed and stiff with all the beads inside it--now slapped against the ground from the force of Trent's pull, and his urethra gaped wide like a stretched, dark, wet tunnel. Clear fluid trickled freely from the open hole, forming small rivulets that leaked down his cockhead and onto the floor. The flesh that had once so tightly held onto his Prince Albert now hung limply over it, the skin and muscle extended so far that it had lost much of its elasticity.

"Ah fuck," Meeper gasped as he fingered his urethral lips. "It feels so empty now!"

Trent chuckled as he watched Meeper dip his fingers into his urethra and lightly scratch at the delicate flesh inside, teasing himself with his claws. "Sounds like you're needing something else inside you."

Meeper nodded hungrily. "Oh yeah. Let's see about getting your hand down in there."

The coyote smirked and kneeled down in front of the wolf. "If you say so. You must really want your cock punished if you want me to fist it."

"Fuck yeah, as deep as you can go," Meeper urged as Trent rubbed his sensitive glans.

The coyote's fingers danced across his cockhead--so stretched and swollen from the beads that had once filled it--before alighting on the rim of his urethra. Trent used his fingers to pull at the distended lips, stretching them wider, before he slowly and tantalizingly curled his digits into a fist for Meeper to see. The wolf growled in anticipation as Trent pushed knuckles-first at the opening of his urethra, still slick from pre and lube. He lightly twisted his fist from side to side, rolling his knuckles against the inner rim of the exposed flesh.

"Mmm, come on, punch in there," Meeper implored.

Trent waggled his eyebrows, as if to say "if that's what you want, that's what you're going to get." He drew back his fist, taking with it strands of viscous fluids that connected him to the wolf's cockhead. Trent then paused, flexing his bicep to show how much muscle tension he was building, and the crowd behind him began to rumble and stamp their feet in the buildup. Calls and chants of "Come on, do it! Punch him, punch him, punch him!" filled the space, and Meeper winced as he braced himself, until--

SMACK.

Trent let his fist fly, where it immediately connected with and sank into Meeper's urethra halfway up his forearm. The wolf arched his back and threw his head up in pleasure, howling at the ceiling as Trent's fist roughly penetrated his cock--he loved both the sudden pressure of the invasion and the dense fur covering Trent's hand that rubbed coarsely against his slick inner flesh. The coyote let his fist rest where it landed for a moment before he began to pull back with a slurp, stopping just below his wrist, where his fist began to pull and stretch the limp lips of the wolf's urethra.

SCHLORP.

Trent thrust forward again, much more wetly this time, until he was up to his elbow and halfway down Meeper's cock. Meeper squirmed as Trent flexed his forearm, making the underside of the enormous shaft bulge with the movement, and the coyote could feel the vague, hard outlines of Meeper's ladder piercings press through the wolf's inner flesh against his arm. Meeper moaned as the muscles in his cock tried contracting around Trent's limb, but it was useless; his urethra was too battered and abused to do much of anything except take whatever was shoved into it.

"Mm, I can feel you trying to squeeze around me," Trent told Meeper as he started drawing back his arm for another punch, pausing when his forearm was halfway out of the wolf's urethra again. "You can't stop me, though. I'm going to keep punching just like you asked," the coyote finished right before he threw another punch deep into Meeper's cock.

Meeper groaned as Trent shoved his fist further, forming a visible bulge in the underside of the pierced shaft as he surged past the base of the wolf's cock; the coyote stopped at his bicep when his clenched knuckles bumped against a slightly thicker bundle of muscle inside Meeper's pelvis. "Oooh, I think I know where we are," Trent crooned as he pushed his fist back and forth in light pulses against Meeper's prostate.

"Oh hell yes, more, moooore," Meeper moaned. "Keep going, keep punching, keep punishing."

"Yeah? You want me to punch your prostate? How badly do you want me to ruin it, to completely demolish it with my fist?" Trent led as he continued gently pounding against the already deeply bruised gland.

"Pleeease, I need you to push through it so badly!" Meeper said, his tongue hanging out as he panted and his cock twitched and throbbed around Trent's sunken arm. "Just fucking destroy my prostate, it needs to be crushed and punched!"

Trent grinned and looked back on the crowd. "Well, you heard him, folks! If that's what he wants..." he continued as he turned his attention back to Meeper and drew his arm up for another punch. "Then that's what this horny pain pig of a wolf is going to get."

Meeper smiled wide at Trent's words and raised his pelvis up, doing what he could to help the coyote get as deep as possible. Trent didn't need much assistance, however--after another moment's pause, he shoved down. Hard.

"Uuungh!" Meeper wolf gasped as he felt Trent's fist smash through his prostate.

He could almost see stars as the coyote's clenched fingers practically obliterated the organ--stretching it into oblivion around his blunt fist--and violently pushed in the opposite direction that his urethral sphincters naturally opened. Trent could feel the last shreds of resistance in the muscle bands surrounding the wolf's urethra as they hugged and tugged on his fist, wrist, and forearm as he continued forward.

Meeper thrilled in the renewed sense of fullness in his cock and groin as his muscles pathetically let the coyote pass deeper, and Trent smirked satisfactorily as he at last opened his hand and swished his fingers through the hot piss roiling in the wolf's bladder. Meeper rolled his head in pleasure at the feeling of being so deeply penetrated and violated--he could feel Trent's claws scratch at the inner lining of his bladder--and it was almost too much for him to see that Trent was now shoulder-deep in his erection. He shuddered as Trent flexed his biceps and triceps in the upper portion of his cock while the coyote's hand continued internally massaging his bladder and the tendons in his wrist and forearm rippled against the remains of his prostate. Slick and sticky pre welled up around Trent's bicep, with some of it soaking into his fur while the excess drooled over Meeper's Prince Albert and onto the floor.

"How's that feel, nasty boy?" Trent prompted, continuing to flex and relax his arm in a steady rhythm to stimulate the inside of Meeper's swollen cock.

"Soooo fucking good," the wolf panted as he drooled out of the corner of his mouth. He groaned and tried to reposition his legs and recline on his elbows to get more comfortable. As he shifted, his sagging balls nudged up against Trent's foot.

"Hmm, now what have we here?" Trent asked sarcastically as he tapped a toe against one of the large balls. "These guys haven't gotten much attention, have they?"

The wolf grinned as Trent continued tapping his toe against the testicle resting against his foot. "Oh, I think they're needing some punishment, too."

Trent chuckled cockily. "Oh, punishment, huh? I think I can make that happen."

Without waiting for Meeper to prepare himself, Trent wormed his foot under the testicle, raising it from the floor, and started lightly bouncing the ball against his paw. Meeper flinched and crooned to himself before he leaned back, luxuriating in the coyote's ministrations.

"Does wolfy like that?" Trent asked teasingly.

"Uh-huh." Meeper's tongue lolled from his muzzle.

"Want me to go harder?"

"Hell yes!"

Trent upped the tempo and the force of his bouncing, now gently kicking the ball up and down for a minute before he moved on to Meeper's other testicle to give it the same treatment. As he worked, he pumped his arm back and forth in the wolf's cock in time with his kicking and he riled up the audience even more. "Looks like this wolf enjoys having his balls played with! Such a dirty little slut for pain, isn't he? And he's still trying to clench around my arm while I'm fisting his cock! I think he likes it! Think I should go harder on his balls?"

"Yeah, kick those nuts!" a skunk in the crowd yelled, to which the audience laughed and cheered.

Trent gazed down at Meeper. "Well, let's give the people what they want!"

Meeper gulped, knowing full well what was coming next, but his cock throbbed even harder in excitement and arousal. Trent stopped bouncing his testicle and let it rest on the floor again. The balls rolled against each other in their sagging sack for a moment while Trent got to his feet but stayed stooped over to keep his arm firmly lodged inside the large wolf cock. He shuffled into a better position, lined up his foot to take aim, and drew his foot back.

"Here goes!" he called to the crowd before he swung his foot forward, where it connected with both testicles and sent them colliding into Meeper's groin.

"Oof!" Meeper gasped--his cock jumped at the pain and pleasure that rocked through his body, and his balls rolled back on the floor to rest. "Fuck yeah! Harder!"

Trent obliged him, lining up his foot again to take aim, and then kicked again more forcefully while he flexed his arm still in Meeper's urethra. The wolf howled, "Yeah! Harder!"

Trent kicked a third time, effectively smashing the wolf's balls with his foot as he sent them careening upwards against the base of Meeper's cock. Just as Meeper's balls hit, Trent thrust his hand forward again, plunging deeper into the wolf's bladder and making him cry out in pleasure.

"I think you deserve a little reward, don't you?" Trent asked. Meeper raised his eyebrows, puzzled, but before he could say or do anything else, Trent yanked his arm upward.

SCHLOP!

Meeper practically squealed as Trent pulled his arm completely free of his urethra; it felt like he nearly dragged out his bladder and prostate with his fist, but Meeper's body only gave up thick strands strands of pre and lube mixed with his piss, pulled directly from the source. Trent licked the whole length of his arm, savoring the flavors that had seeped into his fur.

"Damn, your insides taste good," he murmured as he gazed upon the even wider gape of Meeper's urethra--it was like a void that yawned hungrily and endlessly before him, even though he had gotten to the end of that particular tunnel himself. "I've gotta get in there a little more," Trent said as he used both hands to hold Meeper's throbbing cock steady. He leaned his face forward, and Meeper realized what he was about to do.

"Oh yeah, push that muzzle in," the wolf encouraged.

The coyote did as he was told--he took a deep breath and forced the end of his snout into Meeper's gaping urethra. The wolf groaned at the textures he felt: Trent's bumpy nose, the points of his teeth, the coarse fur, the warm breath and he slowly exhaled, and the smooth and wet tongue that lapped over his insides. It was almost overwhelming as Trent effectively ate out Meeper's cock just like he would've eaten out a gaping and particularly tasty ass. He even slurped his tongue over the wide ring of Meeper's Prince Albert before he finally withdrew to catch his breath and slip his fist easily back inside the wolf's cock, letting it rest in the sensitive spot just below his glans.

"Was that good for you, too?" Trent panted with a wink.

"Mmm, almost," Meeper replied. "My balls need some more torture, though."

Trent smiled and looked at the crowd surrounding them. "Well, you heard him! This wolf wants some more torture on his nuts, who wants to give it to him?"

Immediately a tall, incredibly muscular bull stepped forward before anybody else could volunteer--he wore assless and crotchless leather chaps with a gold jockstrap, a leather vest, leather gloves, and thick leather boots that were obviously capped with steel toe boxes. Meeper felt his cock stiffen even more--if that were possible--at the sight and the thought of what kind of damage the bull could inflict on him, and his tail thumped against the floor as it wagged.

"Been waiting all night for you to open up the floor, kid," the bull declared.

"His balls are all yours, big guy," Trent replied, standing aside to make room for the bull while he kept his fist buried in Meeper's cock.

The bull confidently strode forward and knelt down to examine Meeper's heavy, melon-sized balls in their fleshy sack, cupping them in his leather-clad hands. "Yeah, these boys need some damage done to them. You like stomping, don't you."

Even though it wasn't a question, Meeper nodded his head vigorously. The bull grinned as he stood straight again, took a steadying breath, and raised his booted foot over the bulging testicles, letting it hang for a moment...then longer...waiting...and waiting...Meeper opened his mouth--

STOMP.

Whatever words were in Meeper's mouth twisted into a howl as the bull brought his foot down to bear on both tender testicles. The force of the bovine's stomp squeezed the organs against the floor of the bar, making it feel like they were caught in a vise press. The bull ground his foot against Meeper's balls, squishing them even further against the floor, which only made the wolf bark and yowl in pleasure. And the whole while, Trent thrust his clenched fist up and down Meeper's urethra.

"Yeah, you like that a lot, don't you nasty wolf!" the bull called over Meeper's groaning and howling. He raised his foot and immediately kicked the wolf's balls with his steel-toed boot, battering the testicles against Meeper's legs and pelvis.

"Fuck yeah!" Meeper cried out. "Harder!"

"You want harder?" the bull said as the canine balls came back to a rest between Meeper's thighs. He kicked them again with more force, and Meeper moaned at the pain that seared through his gut.

"Fuuuuck!" he groaned as his balls came to a rest again.

"How's--" the bull kicked, making Meeper jolt while Trent continued fisting his cock.

"This--" another strong kick, another jolt and a moan.

"For--" another power kick, jolt, and whimper.

"Harder!" One more kick, one more shuddering gasp.

The bull rested his foot on the bulbous, and now absolutely throbbing, testicles. "Yeah, you like it hard, boy," he stated as he looked down at the quivering wolf who shook in abject ecstasy. The bull took another breath and raised his foot to hang over Meeper's balls again. "Wonder what'll happen if I just crush these even more," he said with a sadistic smile.

Meeper's eyes widened as he felt a familiar lurch in his loins, and his heart began to race.

STOMP.

Meeper howled again, this time from somewhere so primal and guttural he thought he'd lost his mind for a moment The heavy boot nearly flattened his testicles as the bull stomped and ground them into the floor; the tread on his sole caught on Meeper's sagging sack and added an extra dimension of pain that was oh so delicious. As he pushed his foot down harder, the bull's boot almost worked like a grape press, squeezing out the sperm and cum that surged from Meeper's abused balls, past his smashed prostate and through his wrecked urethra, and spewed out from around Trent's clenched fist with was still inside his spasming cock.

"Ooooh fuuuuuuck!" Meeper yowled as he rocked his hips and rode his orgasm. Ropey pints upon pints of cum shot all over his stomach and chest, Trent's arm and face, and the bull's leather chaps, while even more arced high into the air before splattering on the floor around him.

"There we go!" the bull said approvingly--he raised his foot slightly to ease some of the pressure he exerted, but still rested his foot on Meeper's contracting balls. "Knew if I stomped hard enough, we'd get all that wolf cum outta ya."

Meeper couldn't hold himself up anymore--his chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, but the pleasure was just too intense. He flopped backward, exhausted and accomplished, on the floor, laying shamelessly in the massive mess of pre and cum he'd made in front of the bar--puddles of it dotted the floor, and he lazily trailed a finger through the thick fluid he'd produced. More hot semen leaked out of his cock and dripped over him, and globs of jizz were already starting to mat his fur; if anything, that just made him happier to be such a thoroughly messy wolf with a perfectly stretched urethra and busted balls.

Although it was as if the bull was reading his mind.

"Think we might need to properly bust those balls, though," he said as he thoughtfully scratched his chin.

Even though he didn't have the energy to sit up, Meeper's ears perked at the bull's words. He waited for the bull to continue, but he didn't say anything else. Instead, while still basking in the afterglow, Meeper felt the jolt of another kick to his balls, and he jumped in his fur and moaned.

"Think--" Kick!

"You--" Stomp!

"Can--" Kick!

"Handle--" Stomp!

"Much--" Kick!

"More--" Stomp!

"Of--" Kick!

"This--" Stomp!

"Wolf?" Kick!

Meeper howled and groaned and yowled throughout the whole treatment. The bull emphasized each word with a strong kick or a hard stomp to the balls, alternating both the action and the foot he used. By the time he was done asking the question, Meeper was reduced to a shaking and pleasure-addled mess on the floor. But he did have an answer for the bull.

"Yes!" he panted. "Moooore!"

The bull laughed. "Oh, I'll give you more, you nasty wolf. I think you want to get those balls churning properly, and I'm happy to oblige."

Without a second thought, the bull jumped and landed with both feet on Meeper's testicles, his boots digging in hard on the wolf's organs. The force of the jump was enough to knock the wind out of Meeper--while he was stunned and gasping for air, the bull ground both feet against Meeper's balls before he stepped off and knelt down to inspect his handiwork--or in this case, his footwork.

"Hmm, looks like we're not there yet, folks," the bull said to the crowd as he hefted Meeper's bruised balls in his hands. He experimentally squeezed them in his fingers, checking how soft he had made them. "Think we might need to give them just a little extra help," he continued.

Meeper let his head lay on the floor--he was too weak to even look up to see what the bull was doing, but he could feel it well enough through the aching pain that wracked his groin: The bull wrapped one hand around the loose skin of his sack, drawing his testicles tightly together. Unseen by the wolf, though, the bull then reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a switchblade, which he popped out of its handle with the press of the lock. He deftly turned the sharp knife in his hand for better maneuverability, and he twisted the balls in his other hand to expose their underside.

In a quick flash of the knife, the bull sliced through the skin and fat of Meeper's scrotum, exposing the bellies of his testicles to the open air--the wolf moaned at the vague sensation that something was cutting through his sack, but the pain of the slice was almost a pleasurable reprieve from the painful throbbing of his balls from being kicked and stomped so hard. The bull held the balls firmly in his hand as he stowed his knife again, and then began to squeeze on the sagging scrotum, applying more pressure to the tops of Meeper's testicles.

"Come on, you can come out," the bull muttered as the balls pressed against the opening he'd made in Meeper's scrotum. He squeezed and pushed harder and...

Plop.

Meeper sighed in exultant relief as both engorged testicles--now covered in dark bruises--slipped free of his scrotum and hung from the bull's hand, raw and vulnerable.

"There we go," the bull said as he placed the exposed testicles--and now empty scrotum they dangled from--on the floor. "You wanted it harder, wolf?"

Meeper nodded while his cock twitched--Trent had kept his fist still inside, continuing to stimulate him. "As hard as you can!"

The bull smirked as he stood over Meeper. Without warning, he raised his foot and stomped on the right testicle.

SQUISH.

Meeper felt his cock spasm as he howled, and his vision turned stark white for a moment before it returned. The audience, meanwhile, cheered as the bull ground his foot into the pulpy remains of the testicle he had just popped; it was nothing more than a reddish mush that leaked fluid over Meeper's sack and onto the bar floor.

"That's one!" the bull called out to the excited crowd. "And here goes two!"

Meeper wailed in agony and pleasure while the bull demolished his left testicle with an almighty stomp that reduced it to a mash of reproductive fluid and flesh. The bull continued grinding his feet on both wet messes that squelched under his boots. The wolf couldn't take anymore--with his balls completely destroyed, his prostate wrecked beyond recognition, and his cock still being so wonderfully fisted, he couldn't stop himself from humping upward along Trent's arm.

His eyes rolled back in his head while his tongue hung out in the greatest pleasure he'd ever felt. Meeper's mind was so thoroughly flooded with hormones that he didn't even realize his crushed testicles were spraying and leaking cum as the shreds of muscle in the ruined organs tried so desperately to pump more sperm through his system. Instead, the cum from his destroyed balls drenched his empty, sagging scrotum and the floor. The wolf spasmed uncontrollably as his cock throbbed harder than it ever had before, and clear seminal fluid gushed out in torrents around Trent's arm as he effectively came his brains out in a second orgasm. Meeper looked like he'd been doused by a firehose of his own bodily fluids, and the bar had certainly seen drier days, but the spectating crowd just clapped and whistled as they watched him mindlessly continue making such a splattery, sopping, gooey, cum-soaked mess of himself.