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With the heavy thrum of the club's bassline droning behind him, Lucca stood to the entrance of the dungeon's alcove, unconsciously licking his lips as he took in the sight before him. Hanging in the centre of a somewhat derelict room was a sling, with just a grubby-looking bucket and battered box dumped below it. There was little else to take notice of beyond the unique choice of reddened bulbs for the overhead lights and the bland graffiti adorning the old factory walls. All of it would have been unusual if not innocuous enough were it not for the sling's occupant and the deliciously depraved opportunity that presented itself to the bear.

A horse, with legs hung in stirrups and arms folded behind his head, reclined in the gentle sway of the sling. The milky grey fur mottled to darker hues along his forelimbs was bathed in the soft glow of red lamplights that hung overhead, and the tussled black mane and fetlocks seemed to be sodden in a damp dewy sweat. For a first impression, it might have been rather ordinary were it not for the fact the male was completely nude, more so when contrasted with the stark sight of the chastity cage held tight around the man's cock and the soft, puckered hole of the same male's ass. The muscles of that hole seemed to weakly pulse, as if anticipating the bear's next move, synchronised with the slow rise and fall of the male's chest. Lucca took an absent note of the small brown bottle that sat atop that same chest, all before his gaze finally made its way back from roaming all over the stallion's form to meet his face, finally locking eye contact.

"You uh," the horse ventured, breaking the silence as he finally addressed the voyeuristic bear who had come to stare, "like what you see?" The stallion raised an eyebrow, seeming not the least bit unnerved another male was staring him over like a piece of meat. Donning some simple leather gear over his beefy frame and own sweat-matted deep brown fur, he was as true to the club's dress code as much as the horse was for a fetish event. It was painfully obvious what both of them were here for. Lucca snorted,

"Yes." He let the word hang in the air just as the horse did for a moment, feeling a throb at his own crotch as all sorts of ideas running through his head. The backrooms were abnormally quiet, but this was only for the time being. He knew that it wouldn't be long before others would start to join, so if he was going to take advantage of the moment - of this horse - then he'd need to act right now. He cleared his throat,

"Lucca."

"Martyn." Finally, the pleasantries were out of the way.

"What do you like?" He stepped into the alcove and took a second precursory look around, seeing if there was anything he might have missed on first inspection. Nothing but little details sprung out to him, such as the slimy, clear ooze that sat in the bucket to the box's branding revealing to him they were cheap surgical gloves, the sort he'd seen tattoo artists and piercing salons use. The dots were beginning to connect.

"I'm down for all sorts," the horse snickered as he shuffled anxiously in the sling, as if the bear imposing his physical presence get him excited, almost like he could read the bear's mind. "Just not the extreme stuff, y'know? Obvious stuff like scat, blood, vomit, so on."

"You like it up the ass?" It was Lucca's turn to raise an eyebrow. A smirk spread across his lips. It didn't take long for the horse to match his energy,

"Fuck yeah," he chimed in needfully, "you don't know the half of it."

Lucca reached out with a paw, cupping the stallion's presented rump and squeezing the flesh beneath his grip. There was a soft groan from the horse, almost like a great weight had just been lifted from his chest, and Lucca felt that ass push back into his waiting grasp. His cock throbbed just a little harder.

"You a little piggy?" he asked, his tone inferring just a little more dominance and lust that belied the thin innocence of the question, "you got a nice hungry pussy?"

The stallion nodded, biting his lip, and he might have spoken up to answer the bear but the slow, rhythmic jerks of that cock trapped behind steel told Lucca everything he needed to know about what the man wanted. The bear pressed his thumb against the worn ring of the horse's hole, the heat burning at his fingertip, feeling all too readily plaint under his touch,

"Hungry pussy," he mused aloud, eyes darting between the gloves, the bucket of lube, and the horse, "gonna feed it my fists?"

"Please..." It was a breathless whimper, but it was loaded with little restraint for the stallion's desperation.

"Gonna get my fist deep in you," Lucca started to trail off, no longer exactly addressing the horse directly, just speaking aloud to entertain his own dark thoughts as he snapped on a pair of black gloves and wrung his paws in the bucket of slop, "get you nice and loose, all wet and empty, first one fist then two, then you take my arm, no stopping at the elbow, we keep going until I'm in deep to my shoulder. You want that, pig?"

Martyn nodded once more, a string of pre dripping from his cage, his trapped manhood pressing hard against the bars that constraint it.

"Yeah, you want that."

With one lubed paw, he smeared a generous helping of lube from his palm against the waiting ring of soft ebony flesh. He pressed all too easily with just a few meagre fingers into that waiting hole that greedily ate them, the rim suckling around his knuckles as he found himself with all four digits deep in the horse. Martyn groaned and rolled his head back as the bear started toying with him, Lucca slowly sliding those fingers around in the warm, malleable hole that begged him for more.

He tucked a thumb into his palm, pursed all his fingers together, and pressed those tips back against the stallion's ass. With hardly any resistance and the weakest strain of muscles, the grizzly bear found the hole devoured his fist in seconds as it stretched to take his fist. Closing around his wrist like a perfectly fitted glove, he heard the stallion rumble a guttural moan of satisfaction as his ass was plugged with the bear's paw.

Inside the horse felt hot and soft, Lucca quickly surmising that Martyn was no novice when it came to letting men stake a claim to his rear. He stopped being surprised at the horse's talents as he let his paw slide deeper into the horse, wrist disappearing inside as he fed his forearm in. With his free paw grabbing at Martyn's ankle, he guided his hidden fist through the tunnel of guts and deeper into his colon, eyes fixed on the horse as he was violated by the bear. The look of ecstasy and agony painted itself across the horse's face while Lucca swam inside those guts, steadfastly refusing to abate his progress as he neared closer to his elbow.

Martyn's paws moved to the brown vial atop his chest, fingers deftly unscrewing the cap, wiping its rim, before he pressed the freshly opened neck to his nostrils. A devious grin spread across Lucca's face as he watched and felt the horse melt into the high of the poppers, what little strength his inner muscles may have had giving way to the aroma of drugs now burning in his lungs. Lucca slid his elbow against the rim and held it there at the widest point, allowing Martyn just a moment's respite as he rode his high.

"You like?" He asked, checking in with the horse just to make sure everything was still good, and the slurred affirmative and rolling nod was all Lucca needed. He jutted his head to the bottle, a silent request for his own sample, and dutifully the stallion lifted the bottle to the bear's head. Lucca inhaled deep, shuddering as he felt the rush of arousal overcome his system in a crashing wave, relishing the sensation of the stallion's whored out ass wrapped around his arm.

He started to pull his arm out, enjoying the ragged breath it took out of the horse as all those thick inches of bear suddenly made their way out of him, but he stopped just shy of the wrist. He kept his fist enclosed in those warm, wet depths, and without missing a beat he pushed back in, right to his elbow, ignoring the strained gasp from the stallion. Martyn grasped at the chains that held him aloft and clung on as if for dear life while the bear slid his arm in and out of those stretched folds, from wrist to elbow and back again over and over. Slowly, at first, but gradually building in speed, intensity, rhythm, until his limb was like a piston, unrelenting and merciless as it drove through the stallion's guts.

"Ah fuck!" Martyn cried out, eyes clenched shut and his hole pushing back meekly against the bear's invading arm. It did little to stop Lucca as he drove deeper, each time feeling just a little more of his fist make its way into the horse. Soon, he realised, the elbow began popping in and out of that bloated rim, leading to part of his bicep now sliding into the male. Taking charge of the opportunity, he began to lessen on the arm fucking and moved to slide his limb even deeper in, working his elbow in, then down his bicep, fulfilling his assurance that he would stuff the stallion with his entire arm.

"Oh shit," he heard the horse whimper as he was halfway up to the shoulder, the bicep nearing its widest point, "oh fuck, oh fuck." Cruelly, Lucca flexed his muscles whilst inside the stallion, earning him another chorus of expletives and mewled moans, but he didn't waste time torturing him as he let his shoulder sink ever closer to the horse.

"More poppers," Lucca commanded as he saw the final stretch in sight, "big breaths, loosen up your pussy."

Martyn did as he was told, once again returning that bottle back to his nose as he sucked long and hard on the fumes, and he didn't stop until together they felt them reach their goal. Lucca's armpit sank against the stallion's rim, Martyn filled deep with the bear's full arm and intimately violated in the most gruesome way. Lucca took his free paw and squeezed at the stallion's cage, savouring the moment of being shoulder deep in Martyn, making the boy squirm and writhe around on his arm.

"Nothing but a pussy," Lucca confirmed, if only to himself, "bet we can make you cum from my fists, even locked up like this." He tapped the horse's cockhead, sealed beneath steel, as if to make his point.

"Yes sir..."

"Good boy. Good pig."

Slowly, carefully, Lucca began to extract his arm from the stallion's hole. He chose not to be devilish or evil as he pulled out, knowing he could more harm than good if he indulged a sadistic whim, but he did take the chance to relish the blown-out gape he had created when his arm and fist were finally free. The rim could hardly close, stretched so far open that a rose of hot red flesh was beginning to bloom outwards with Martyn doing little to cause it. It was a testament to how wrecked the horse could be, and Lucca was going to take advantage of it.

He took a second helping of lube to smother his paws in the stuff, liberally coating not just himself but the stallion's rosebud too, until the pair of them were slick and slippery at the slightest touch. Lucca made another gesture for the horse to take one more hit of poppers, curling and swirling lube between his fingers as he waited. With Martyn's final breath, he brought his fingers in, formed a proper fist with his paw, and with blunt knuckles he pushed hard at the horse's gaping ass.

The shock of it caught Martyn off guard, but there was little he could do to even protest in the moment as Lucca's fist sunk into his guts. He couldn't even protest after the bear had punched inwards, as not a second later and he had wrenched his paw back out of that ruined hole. The brutality of it was astonishing, but with a high of amyl nitrates sizzling through his veins Martyn was nothing but moldable clay under the bear's control.

Lucca began to punch his fist in and out of that broken hole with a measured ferocity. As steadily as he had pumped his forearm through the horse, he kept the same tempo as his meaty fist collided with and then sunk into reddened flesh. The act was forcing the horse to keep permanently open, not given a chance to even close after every exit, and battered down with each entrance. Sometimes he would swap fists, switching from left to right and back again in succession as he boxed away at Martyn's hole. Lucca felt a rush as he took control away from the horse, powering his fist back and forth through that rim until he swore that the rosebud was actually growing and pushing back out to meet him.

"You ready for more?" Martyn, though delirious, nodded, paws wrapped tight around the chains as he braced himself, "Ready for two?" Another nod. "Good pig."

He slowed his punching down to pose two fists together. Clasped together, he pressed them against the overstretched hole before him and started to push in. There was a greater resistance now, likely only because he was nearing a limit that the stallion had not yet broken down, but Lucca was unwavering in his determination to break it down himself. Even as the horse groaned pitifully, sucking on more poppers to fuel his sordid fetish, Lucca pushed firmly and patiently as that ass swallowed more and more of both his fists.

"Oh shit," he heard the stallion proclaim as he was reaching the widest point of his two fists together, "Oh fuck, please, I think I'm gonna..."

Whether he had the energy to finish that sentence or the time was moot, as his voice seemed to leave him and a strained, rolling grunt escaped his throat. Thick streams of cum poured from the tip of the cage like a waterfall, a flooding torrent that dripped down the stallion's balls, over his taint, and then onto the fists pushing deep into him. Lucca was all too happy to add the stallion's load to the lube, letting it drench his wrists as, finally, he sunk both his fists into the horse. Only now could he feel the tightness insistently clamping around his wrists, only now could he feel the horse's desperation of being overfilled, writhing in the sling as Lucca sat there, refusing to give him the reprieve of pulling out. Even when Martyn, in a post-orgasm haze, looked at him with wild, pleading eyes, Lucca flashed him a toothy grin,

"I said we'd get you to cum," he growled, wrenching both fists free at once followed by an eruption of garbled moans from the stretched-out horse, "I didn't say that was when we would finish."