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Palebark roared, muscle-bound body tensing beneath his fur while a much-needed orgasm rocked his body. Thrusting into the air, struggling against the tight bindings tying him to the repurposed table, spaded ursine prick shooting rope after rope of thick bear cum towards the ceiling, only to fall back down and paint white stripes against his brown pelt.

Cheering and hollering followed, the audience voicing their roudy approval to the pandaren who had just finished working his deft paws across the bear's throbbing shaft. "That's ONE!" He shouted out, turning his naked form from the furbolg and basking. Palebark's head spun as he dribbled out the last bits of ecstasy from his tip, tingling and sensitive to the warm air. Bets had definitely been made, but he wasn't sure why - he'd only wandered in on the dubious advice that release was freely offered here, advice by that self-same pandaren. Were he a smarter bear, he might have questioned it, but the glum, drooling look on his face didn't give that impression to anyone watching.

"Big load you got, furbolg," The panda turned, loud enough to play showman to the audience. He stroked his thin goatee, licking the cum from his fingertips as he did so. That tongue soon planted itself on Palebark's sensitive rod, the slick sensations making him jolt. Still freshly juiced. "Ticklish?" the other male chuckled, clearly relishing the cooing noises he could elicit from the bear with a simple swipe of his tongue. "Too bad for you." One more lick, before addressing the crowd again.

"I promised you I'd get this beast to break, and so I did - so pay up!" His hat was flung into the crowd, quickly gathering a small handful of jingling coins as patrons grumbled and put in their wagers. "Though, I think you all wouldn't mind an encore, eh? Double or nothin'." A cheer followed, the panda now back at his spot at the foot of the table, right at Palebark's crotch.

The furbolg's ears twitched, his nose wiggling nervously. Was he going to go again? While he was still slack-jawed in the afterglow? That wasn't a thing that happened in the wild. You spilled your seed and hoped for some cubs later in the year. You didn't try to suckle more out of an empty husk. "Hroo... Palebark is still tired," He complained, chest heaving. That only managed to elicit a mischievous smirk from the pandaren.

"Guess you better find your second wind, then. I wonder what happens if I..." A thick bear paw grabbed his oversensitive shaft hard, starting right back up with that same pace that sent him over the edge last time. Not fast - but definitely not comfortable in his current state! "...Pushed you a little more?" He finished, Palebark now arching his back and roaring as he was just moments before. This time, however, nothing came from his tip except the painful throbbing of his post-orgasm cock, visibly swelling and shrinking with each hammering heartbeat.

"Haaah... AAAH! That's... Hrooo...! T-too much!!" Palebark's teeth gnashed, his body twisting and writhing trying to get away from that unbearably decadent sensation shooting like lightning up his body. The panda's hand followed close, each time following that foot-long bear prick every time it swayed to one side, then the other, never once releasing. Voices from every direction cheered, whistling and encouraging that devious pandaren to keep going. Egging him on. Eager to see Palebark pushed farther and farther over the edge.

"Mmmm, I know. That's gotta be reeeaalll hard to endure, isn't it? Not every day a brawny furbolg like you gets reduced to a squirming mess," He said with a lazy drawl, bringing his other hand down to play with that massive sack, each orb almost the size of his entire palm. Palebark's fur stood on end as a gentle breath flowed across his member, the other male blowing softly against the exposed pink flesh."Need me to slow down?"

Palebark's eyes rolled back at the almost tickle-like stimulation streaking up and down through his painfully engorged cock. "Y-Yes!!! Can't... Think!" He growled out, the creaking of the table almost overpowering his own booming voice under the weight of his thrashing against those ropes. Almost as soon as the words left his mouth however, they trailed off into a howling moan, the pandaren's paw now working his overstimulated shaft at break-neck pace. Twice as fast as before, and this time with the other paw rapidly polishing the pulsating, spaded head just as quickly.

"Sorry, friend - I've got some rules I wanna set first." The pandaren scarcely cared that Palebark was shaking and growling like a feral beast, speech all but impossible against the mind-numbing urge to make that overly sensitive milking stop. "I wanna see how far you can go. Every time you blow a load for these fine people, I'm gonna go twice as hard. Twice as fast. I've got some more tricks up my sleeve, yet," He threatened, stopping just long enough to let the bear catch his breath, before resuming right where he left off. "Better hold it as long as you can."

Palebark roared again, feeling his balls pulling tight against the underside of his shaft. Overstimulated harder and harder, and yet another rising tingle deep in him told him there wasn't going to be much longer before he came himself into a deeper mess. But that hand - ohhh those hands. Rough enough to make his nerves stand on end, but smooth enough that it wasn't painful. Just the right amount of slick and soft to make every inch of his cockflesh scream out in overwhelming pleasure. Squeezing on his head in time with it's powerful pulses, jerking hard, rotating strokes over the shaft. The furbolg shut his eyes tight, trying to think of something - anything - besides the post-cum torture his cock was being subjected to. But all that fried brain of his could focus on was the fluttery nerves in his stomach: What would that ursine man do if he came again?

It was that thought that pushed him over. He felt his heart drop as the first tiny gush of watery bear slop squirted out of his forward-facing tip, the floodgates opened. "RRRRAAAAAAGHHH!!" He shouted, ragged and exhausted, the unbearable feeling of orgasm now joining in his already sensitive member. Burly arms slammed down onto the table, claws digging deep grooves into the wood. It was a wonder the furniture hadn't broken, but it definitely had gained a few splinters in the wood.

"Heh, that quick, eh?" The panda squeezed on the head, aiming that second, gushing load right into his open maw, and then pointing it out towards some of the crowd who'd drawn near. Once again, that hat passed around, growing heavy with coin as more wagers were lost. Palebark's massive pecs heaved up and down as he caught his breath with a wheeze, tongue lolling out to the side in a puddle of drool. "Shame that baculum keeps you stuck like this. Oh well - Don't say I didn't warn you." Palebark could barely hear the other male over the shouting and cheering as dozens and dozens of strangers watched him get his bearhood milked again and again, but he'd heard enough that he braced for what was about to happen.

Ten seconds. Ten seconds was all he was allowed to rest, before he felt those increasingly familiar paws grip the base of his cock, just above the sheath. Swiftly, they slammed down, pulling back the slack part of his cock pouch so that the ursine ridges at the base were exposed to the cool air, then mercilessly jacking off right over them. Palebark's eyes went wide; instead of a roar, a cooing whine slipped from his throat, instantly forcing him to start squirming and thrashing once again. Leave it to another bear to find the sensitive parts-

His thoughts were cut off abruptly, vision white with the powerful pleasuring that joined the massaging of his most intimate parts of his dick. The pandaren was sucking him off at the same time, now, tongue lashing over the pointed tip and flicking across the slit at the head. Sucking _strong,_at that, drawing that feral bear cock all the way to the back of his throat. Palebark could feel his baculum against the throbbing inside that spire of ursine cock, alerting him to just how hard he actually was. Engorged beyond anything he'd experienced in the wild, and yet still getting every inch of his rod rubbed and stroked and licked and sucked... The well was almost completely dry at this point, but his body sure didn't know that.

And that panda certainly didn't care. Once he had his fill stroking those base ridges, he went to massaging the head firmly with his thumbs, circling around that sensitive flesh and pressing deep to make sure every nerve was absolutely on fire with pure ecstasy. Working up the underside and back down, sucking every bit of ursine fluid that seeped out right into his hungry maw. Palebark was sure he'd already cum again - but the tank was dry, just the tiniest little spurt of his essence seeping out. His hips humped and writhed of their own accord, the rest of his body tired from pulling against his bonds. "No... more... Too tired...!" He weakly moaned out. The other bear chuckled, the vibrations shuddering down that overworked cock.

"Tapped out, finally? Good." The relief was instant - gone were the hands squeezing him across every rigid inch, that maleness now just left to throb unbothered in the air. Some of the onlookers had stepped in closer, now viewing the visibly pulsing veins spidering over the length with interest. A single fingertip touched him, causing the furbolg to jolt and huff through his nostrils, and then it was gone, scared away.

"Is it done? Hrrrfff..."

The pandaren rose up from rustling around in his bag, shaking his head with a devious laugh. "Done? Of course not." Palebark's whine was audible, watching a silvery rod slowly reveal itself in the panda's paw. Almost as long as...

"So, our furbolg friend here is all tired out, he says," The panda addressed the crowd, twirling that ominous rod in his hand by the ring at the end. "But, I don't think it'd be fair for me to not offer a turn to you patient guests who've been watching so closely." Whistles erupted, more cheering filling the packed room. Especially from the patrons closest to Palebark. "I'll keep this thing nice and hard for you, so don't worry about having to fish it back out of his fat sheath. Unless of course you want to dig around in there, anyway..." He traced the metal rod over the cum-slickened flesh, coating it in a similar sheen, bringing it to kiss the bear's ursine tip. Slowly, he wiggled it around the end, Palebark hissing through his teeth at the new, strange sensation on top of the absolute onslaught his cock had already endured. He felt that smooth rod inch it's way inside, coming to rest about three quarters of the way down his length until that ring at the end was pressed against the slit, unable to go further. Residual fluid oozed out, apparently through a hole in the end. Palebark swallowed, nervous.

"Everybody gets a turn. And I mean Everybody. Gets. A Turn," he accentuated, tapping his fingers tantalizingly against that stuffed shaft. "Each one of you gets to push him over the edge once each, however you want to get it done. Won't be much of an issue... trust me." A glint of jade-green energy lit up in the panda's claw tip, reflecting in the metal's sheen. A quick flick to the metal, and Palebark instantly tensed his back into an arch and roared again.

Vibration, powerful and all-encompasing on his raw, overstimulated cock. That damn panda knew exactly what he'd done - with the sounding rod inside, those vibrations were bouncing right off of his baculum and doubling the work it was doing to him. The furbolg roared loud and feral, huffing to catch his breath as his shaking cock was welcomed by a worgen up in front. That one's paw wasn't as nice, but from where Palebark was situated, anything brushing his shaft was going to feel deliciously unendurable.

As he convulsed and yanked on the ropes, the panda circled around, his breath tickling Palebark's ear. "Got that? Every one of em gets to make you cum. At least once, maybe more if they can manage it, I don't think I'll be keeping count," He whispered, grabbing the grizzly's cheek, pulling him just a bit closer for a quieter whisper. "Still on board with this?"

Palebark could hardly respond, but managed to still himself for just enough to give a subtle nod. "That's a good bear," the other cooed, scratching behind the furbolg's ear, just before he gave another bestial cry as the worgen at his crotch twisted his hands over the slick shaft and lapped at the head, swallowing the length, rod still buzzing away from the inside. Behind him, more and more fell in line, till Palebark lost count as it rounded the doorway... The slightest twinge of regret surfaced, only to be pushed back into his subconscious as the all-encompasing brain fog of being milked over and over again washed over his psyche.