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I've never really been tall, even for a rabbit. At 4 feet even, most anthros stood taller than me and it never really bugged me. But horses with their towering stature and lengthy bodies made it difficult to hang around as when standing erect I was always ass or crotch to face. And even though they weren't the smelliest anthros on the planet, it wasn't hard to get a good, clear scent anytime I was near one. So with that in mind, imagine being a 4 foot tall bunny whose forced to live an existence wherein if I ever wanted to be around equines I had to bear the natural odor of either their crotch or their ass. Not that I minded that much as I tended to fantasize about what those big brutes would do to me in the bedroom. It was just hard to get through the day whenever I encountered those strong, distracting scents. That being said they've always been clothed or at the very least worn underwear whenever I've been around them.

So as I was led down a dimly lit hallway, I found myself trailing the literal tail end of a palomino horse with absolutely no body coverings at all. He just walked, ass cheeks flexing with every step, body covered in cream-colored fur, tail dangling in front of his ass crack. The stallion's ass gave off a rich, rancid scent, but fairly clean compared to some unwashed horses I've met. But that was the least of my concerns at the moment. I was beyond puzzled by the current situation as the stallion guided me down this long, foreboding hallway, made all the more alarming by the fact that I was being led by a thick collar fastened around my neck with my forepaws in shackles and attached to a chain leash held by the horse.

We'd been walking for several minutes, at least as far as I could tell since I don't remember how I got here, why I'm here, or where we were going. Once I awoke here, I was already walking and when I tried asking the stallion what was going on, he said nothing and kept walking with me in tow. There were no doors or lights, making me wonder what was even illuminating the corridor. My state of dress, or rather undress, was almost as alarming. While I wasn't completely nude, I wore a small, white jockstrap which barely held my sheath and balls inside and clasped tightly against my crotch. With each step, I felt a tight squeeze on my privates from the garment making me hope that wherever I was going I'd get this thing off soon.

Several more minutes later and we finally arrived at a door which the horse opened without stopping and walked inside, dragging me along with him. Unlike the hallway, it was well lit, though small and tight fitting. What was inside, though, made my heart palpitate and my breathing become ragged and broken. Directly in front was a male-milker, a long, round, elongated tube for automatically collecting sperm from males. However, the contraption seemed way to big for me, making me wonder what exactly they planned to use that for. To the left of the milker was some sort of bondage setup with a thick, equine shaped dildo that looked to be a good 18 inches long and I'd say a good 5 inches thick at the base. The dildo was attached to a metal rod capable of extending forward, which itself rested between a pair of ankle cuffs attached to metal racks with padding for resting a person's shins. The racks were each attached to a metal pole that ran up at a slant and met around hip level at a central rod that extended upward with a pair of wrist cuffs, a connection point for a collar, and some straps up top for securing someone's head tightly in place.

I tried to protest, but the horse didn't bother to listen as he pulled me forward and easily forced my legs onto the padded metal racks, securing the ankle cuffs over me with internal padding that pressed firmly against my ankles holding them in place. He undid the chain holding onto my wrist shackles and collar and quickly wrapped my arms around the back of the central rod, securing them into the wrist cuffs with similar padding that created a pressurized seal to hold my wrists in place. He then attached a ring on the back of my collar to a connection point on the central rod and adjusted it, hoisting me up so my back was straight as an arrow and taut with little freedom for movement. He then reached down and grabbed something I didn't see before, a heart-stopping ball-gag with a thick, canine-shaped dildo on the inside. It tried to struggle, but the horse just forced my muzzle open and inserted the dildo into my maw. It wasn't particularly long, but as a rabbit I don't have the roomiest mouth, so the tip poked at the back of my throat, making the gear rather uncomfortable. The gag had a ring that fit snuggly around my muzzle and attached to the straps on the rod, one strap coming across either one of my cheeks and one going down the center of my head between my ears. He fastened the straps so my head was held taut in place, unable to turn or move from staring straight ahead.

There were extra straps along the padded racks that were fastened to my legs to keep them in place, as well as on the rod to fasten around my torso to keep me in position. With my body held tightly in a bound, motionless posture, the horse stepped behind me and soon I heard the mechanical whir of something below and behind me and I already knew what it was. In seconds, I felt something cold, hard, and big pressing against my tiny tailhole. I tightened up in response, trying to move but unable to so much as wiggle with my restraints keeping me immobile. I tried to yell, but the dildo in my muzzle caused me to gag and cough as I braced myself for merciless insertion.

As expected, the humongous equine dildo didn't slow down as it put insurmountable pressure against my ring to which I didn't have nearly enough strength to resist. Soon enough the size of the flared head made no difference to how my anus could handle such girth and the walls of my sphincter opened up quickly, expanding to such a radius that I screamed out into the gag at the searing pain being forced upon my ass. After a few agonizing seconds, I felt a slight relief as the head passed through leading to the start of the shaft which was girthy enough in its own right. It slid in quickly, inch after inch burrowing its way into my depths, inflating my internal organs like a balloon in the most uncomfortable spearing of my backside I had ever experienced.

I found no mercy as the dildo invaded my nether region, my ass feeling a burn build up as the shaft's thickness grew as it passed my back entrance. The medial ring provided a sharp shock of pain as it passed the tortured muscle. As it reached the base, my ass was being stretched so wide that I felt as if a blazing fire had been lit under my rear. My entire body tightened up in response, tears forming, silent screams that barely managed to get passed the dildo gag. Worse yet, the stimulation of my rosebud and the assault of my prostate in my colon was causing a measured stirring in my loins. My cock tried to grow, but with the tight jockstrap it couldn't free itself from the confines of my sheath and so remained inside, straining to reach exposure from its scabbard and cloth prisons.

Inside, the immense plug rearranged my intestines, stretching them out to unnatural proportions as I felt it climb up my stomach and into my chest. I felt the head was close to moving up and pressing against my lungs. The searing burn in my anus grew to such intensity that I felt it was about to split apart when suddenly the mechanical whir stopped and I felt something cold and metallic touching my buttocks. All 18 inches of giant equine dildo was now firmly lodged inside my intestines, inflated and plugged while the tip inserted into my upper torso was aggravating my lungs and making breathing a little difficult. I tried to bear the agony in my ass, my bowels, and my chest, but it was impossible. I panted hard through the gag, forced to breathe through my nostrils while my cock continued to ignore the situation and grow within my sheath, straining harder now and causing another level of discomfort.

The horse fastened yet more straps to me, this time straps that were connected to the metal end of the dildo and wrapped around my thighs and waist. Whatever happened now, that dildo was not coming out of my ass and I was forced to endure the constant pressure of 5 inches of fake horse cock splitting me apart. The horse finally got up and stood in front of me, facing a large door opposite where I was positioned. The door opened and in walked a giant zebra, naked, at least 15 feet tall. He was drooling and looked to be in heat with a giant, flared penis protruding from his sheath. He was led by another palomino horse who brought him to stand right in front of me. The zebra stunk as if he hadn't bathed in a while, his musk rancid with old bodily secretions and sweat, but I could do nothing but inhale the putrid musk.

As the horse stepped up to try to get the horse into position, I remembered the male-milker jutting up out of the floor and realized it must be for the zebra. However, the entry point for the milker was pointing at my face and was relatively close and if the zebra were to be using that- It hit me then that if I were to remain in this position, that zebra's backside would be right in my face. I shuddered in horror at the thought, yet remained confused and dumbfounded as I still had no idea what they were planning on doing with me. They turned their fellow equine around and got him down on his hands and knees, the fluffy end of his tail resting on the back of my head while I stared directly at his balls mere inches from my face.

He moved a bit as I gazed, mortified at the situation and trying to piece together their intent but still unable. I heard the whir of the milker and the zebra moaned and barked in pleasure as his cock was inserted into the collecting device. After a minute or so the horses let me know that my position was not yet set. I heard another mechanical whir and found myself being hoisted up on a platform holding the entire bondage set, my gaze moving up from the zebra's giant testicles along his taint which changed from white to black which covered the interior of his butt crack as it met with the striped black and white fur that covered the rest of his huge buttocks, as well as his body. They raised me up until I was staring directly at the zebra's large, wrinkled stink factory, at which point the whir stopped and I was no longer lifted up. The stink from the zebra's ass was palpable, unable to resist sniffing it as my mouth was closed off, yet I could taste the stench on my tongue.

The zebra's butt shifted back until my gagged muzzle was pressed up against the tight orifice, my eyes wide in shock. He continued to move his ass back, pressing his anus against my gag, which managed to slide between the tight lips, but not enough to actually open up the smelly donut. With his backside now pressing against my face and assaulting my olfactory sense with his disgusting ass musk, the horses affixed one more set of straps to me. This time, the straps attached to the ones on my head which were then wrapped around the zebra's waist and hips, securing his butt in position so that my face would remain firmly planted against his tailhole. I sat in complete astonishment, unable to comprehend the mindset of my captors or what possible use might come from me inhaling zebra butt funk. Other than offending my sense of smell, the zebra's ass was also having an effect on my lust. I could detect the voluminous pheromones being secreted from his backside and I felt more strain in my sheath to allow my dick to grow to full mast, but that didn't seem to be happening anytime soon.

With no recourse, I sniffed away, ass and cock both wracked with pain, while I heard the various sounds of more straps being tightened, this time to the zebra, who grunted and barked as the horses finished setting up whatever they had planned for the two of us. After a time, I heard both doors close, leaving the only sound being the breathing of the enormous equine sitting on my face and my own sniffing of his egregious seat. I suddenly heard a hissing sound, but as my eyes were only able to perceive the dirty crease between the zebra's prominent cheeks and the wrinkled donut I was practically kissing, I had no idea what was happening. The zebra's tail swished above, sometimes relaxing as it rested between his gluts on the back of my head.

Once the hissing died down, again nothing but silence, though that didn't last long. Another mechanical whir broke the silence and since the enormous dildo in my ass was firmly lodged and strapped to my backside, I knew it had to be the milker for the zebra. It started pumping his massive erection to begin forcing him towards orgasm. I set and waited wondering if the horses had any intention of using my body to assist in some way.

What I could never have imagined was once the milker started pumping I saw something appear in the lower right corner of my right eye. It was transparent, but clear enough to see: the letter s followed by two 00s. Once they appeared, the numbers starting counting up: 01, 02, 03, 04. s for 'seconds', I realized quickly. Somehow, my eye had been modified to display a counter for however long the zebra would be milked. I was starting to assume this was some weird experiment.

In response to being mechanically jerked off, the zebra started moaning and grunting while in back he clenched his butthole sporadically from time to time, squeezing the tip of my gagged muzzle and my sensitive nose. He shifted a little, moving his legs what little he could while his ass remained stationary with his anus firmly planted in my face. His tail swished back and forth above my head, resting only a moment before moving again, he sphincter never breaking too long from a nice, good squeeze.

As the seconds counted up, 56, 57, 58, 59, when they reached sixty the numbers rolled back to 00 and a new digit appeared: m 01. As sixty seconds had passed, I figured m stood for 'minute.' The seconds started counting up again, 01, 02, 03, 04, etc. The whole time, I continued to just kneel there, unable to move, my whole large intestine a stretched out living Fleshlight for an oversized equine dildo while my dick ached and begged for room to escape my sheath. I could do nothing to escape the discomfort of the pain in my stretched ring, my trapped pole, and the abundant musk of this hooved man's ass.

The seconds rounded another 60 and the minutes rolled over to 02. Two minutes down and the zebra was moaning louder, ass clenching as he tried to find comfort as he was brought closer to orgasm with me stuck behind him forced to just sniff his tailhole. The milker continued to pump away at the striped stallion, who grunted and clenched in response, essentially kissing my muzzle with his anus. Another minute passed by and soon the abundant pheromones forced through my nasal capillaries were starting to take effect and my groin was starting to warm up with orgasmic pleasure. If this kept up, I may very well get off while not fully erect with my cock trapped inside my jockstrap. I started thinking that whatever this weird experiment might be, it may not be that bad after all. With the rich, musty odor augmenting the stimulation from my prostate being squeezed between my bladder and inflated rectum, I was beginning to find enjoyment in my position and the various sensations.

After about 5 and a half minutes, I heard a loud grunt from the zebra as he clenched his pucker tight over my nose before a series of moans indicating he had just gotten off. Considering the strain of my own penis within my underwear, I actually kind of envied the stallion at having been granted the right to cum, although as the seconds continued to roll, it may not be entirely pleasant for him either. Though he came, the milker continued whirring, pumping away even after he'd spent his load and as a male who knows the discomfort of oversensitivity after an orgasm, I felt for him as he shuddered while he was milked for a second climax.

The timer in my eye continued counting, moving into the sixth minute, and every stimulation of my senses was becoming more impactful. My groin was growing warmer with sexual arousal from everywhere my body was being stimulated, from the stretching of my rosebud to the sight of zebra sphincter and taint to the pungent smell of the musky rear end. My mind was starting to develop a sick, perverted pleasure from being treated like a dildo-warming butt-cushion for a large, stinky equine. And while I still wasn't sure what the point of this was, I started craving more of it, hoping for the stallion's scent to become stronger so that it might further bolster my ascending climax.

The timer read around 11 minutes when I heard another loud grunt followed by a series of moans as the zebra came a second time. His large, odiferous orifice clenched up against my muzzle again, relaxing and clenching with each ejection of seed. The feel of the wrinkled muscles rubbing along my gagged mouth felt sensual and elicited shudders of passion that remained subdued as I could still barely move. Sadly for the beast currently driving me mad with lust, the milker continued its torturous treatment and continued on pumping away for yet a third orgasm without rest. The zebra moaned and shuddered with sensitivity, but there was nothing he could do and so just gave me a sight to enjoy with more clenching of his asshole.

I was no longer passively breathing in his acrid aroma, rather I was actively huffing away at the malodorous funk, using the unavoidable stench like a drug to reach an orgasmic high. I tried squeezing my pucker around the thick base of the dildo, but it was splaying me so wide that I had no control of my back door muscles. So instead, I tried to move my hips around the edges to try and get some friction between the dildo and my distorted sphincter. I was taut, but had just enough movement to press down or up or to the side a millimeter or so, inducing a response and it was enough. A sharp, searing agony from my abused anus that made me tense up, but soon morphed into a euphoric burning that enhanced my building orgasm.

I felt a twinge of cold on my groin as the tip of my trapped member peaked out from the furry scabbard, pressing hard against the jockstrap and staining it with plentiful rabbit pre-ejaculate. I moaned through the gag, clenching every muscle in my groin while continuing to run my ring around the base of the enormous phallus, bombarding me with a menagerie of agony mixed with exhilaration. My cock tip rubbed along the surface of my jock, enhancing the salacious experience and advancing my impending climax.

16 minutes rolled by and once again the zebra let out grunts and moans to signify yet another orgasm followed by a series of delicious ass clenches. Several seconds went by and after the equine seemed to release another load from his sack, the whir continued to milk the giant cock with me in back listening to his barks of overwhelmed satisfaction and repeated stimulation.

This continued on for some time with the large, striped male getting off like clockwork every 5 and a half minutes, moaning, grunting, and squeezing my gag with his active donut just to continue for another round. In that time, the orgasmic tingle in my groin was growing stronger and I felt the warmth from my crotch begin to spread outward to the rest of my body. The effect it had on me was becoming more and more overpowering as I began shuddering uncontrollably to try and alleviate some of the sexual tension I developed. I could barely move my legs, my hips, or my head, but my arms had a little more freedom, but I found no relief from my sexual frustration. As I shuddered, I no longer needed to attempt to move my anus what little I could and I was inadvertently inducing blasts of burning pulses from my tortured sphincter followed by waves of exquisite ecstasy. It was a continuous, uninterrupted blaze of intense heat compounded with insurmountable pleasure.

As the clock in my eye reached the 59th minute, I began to wonder if I was going to be allowed to cum. I would've been more than happy to remain where I was playing cock-warmer to a dildo and sniffing a zebra's stink-stained butt for the next several hours, but all I asked in addition was the chance to release the contents of my overflowing testicles. My groin boiled with lust and spread an ever growing warmth through my torso, my nipples, my neck, up into my face. It only made the sensation of whiffing that strong, equine anal odor more pronounced as I continued shuddering with erotic abandon in my restraints, my breathing ragged with two to three sniffs a second now.

Instead, as the clock read m 59; s 57, 58, 59, the seconds rolled over to 00 and the minutes rolled over to 00 and a new number appeared: h 01. I had reached one hour of kneeling behind a naked, stinking zebra with my body bound, my ass stretched to its limits, my intestines inflated, my cock aching for sexual freedom, and nose constantly assaulted by a stench that was growing more and more vile as time went on. I found no release and the zebra continued to get pumped, cumming again with audible grunts and taunting moans that reminded me of how desperate I was to ejaculate.

The room was starting to get much warmer, enough that I was starting to perspire from the heat. The zebra was feeling it too obviously as I noticed the fur on his buttocks and the skin of his taint were starting to shimmer with the diffusion of sweat. Aside from giving his ass a distracting glow, it also helped to augment the stench of his musk, making it more effective at driving my torturous edging to heights I didn't know I could reach. Unfortunately, the two of us were at the mercy of those horses and they didn't seem to be in the mood to distribute any, so he was stuck with his glans in constant stimulation while I was prevented from knowing the sweet bliss of orgasm.

I counted the seconds and the minutes, watching them go by while the zebra came again and again while I suffered continuous pain and pleasure in my rosebud and sheath. After what felt like days, we reached the 2nd hour and the experience was becoming more excruciating. My fur was becoming damp with sweat while for him small beads of perspiration dribbled down his glorious butt crack, through the fur or along the taint, bolstering the putrid funk, making me crave more of his pheromones while still being denied sexual release. After the 3rdhour, time was slowing to a crawl and our bodies were now drenched in sweat and radiating a feverish heat. I felt it most prominently in my face; my muzzle, my nose, my eyes, my ears, and my neck all blasted with a vehement furnace emanating from the warm confines of his ass crack and further augmenting the fetid air offending my sensitive olfaction.

By the 4th hour, his backside was so drenched in sweat that a small pool of it accumulated in between his puckered anus, providing a wet, squelching sound ever time he clenched it against my muzzle. Despite my mind racked with sexual euphoria all over my body, I was still able to maintain a few thoughts, specifically regarding confusion about my situation. For example, it'd been four hours since this began and I wasn't tired. After four hours of edging, shaking, and sexual torture I figured I'd have to grow fatigued at some point, but I just continued to huff away while sweating like a broken dam. Also, after four hours I figured I'd be hungry or at the very least thirsty. I was expending a lot of energy and sweating profusely, but I felt no need for any food or water. Could they be feeding me through the dildo up my ass? That was a possibility. Were there drugs being fed into my system as well? That was also possible, but I don't think I'd be finding out soon, if at all.

Another hour passed and then another to the point I'd lost count of how many times the zebra had cum. My mind was enslaved to the effects of the vehement musky stench pervading the air around me and the unending mixture of sensations throughout my inflamed nether region. 12 hours had passed and my confusion persisted. I still wasn't hungry, thirsty, or tired and additionally I noticed I never once felt the need to relieve my bladder or, even though I couldn't if I wanted to, felt a need to void my bowels. The zebra didn't seem in any imminent need for any of that either (thank goodness for that), but it still occupied my mind. A surprise considering how lusty I was given the intense arousal I maintained at the precipice of an ethereal orgasm that was becoming more and more unlikely to ever happen.

The hours continued to pass and I just huffed away at that moist, odoriferous musk, my state of arousal so high that I craved as much stimulation as the equine could afford me in a desperate, but feeble, attempt to drive myself over the edge. I sniffed and sniffed, taking deep breaths, inhaling the dense fog of musty ass and shuddering with every puff. I remained wide-eyed, soaking in the sight of the sweat-drowned sphincter glowing in front of me, sloshing that tainted sweat with every squeeze that kissed my nose and soaked its fetid aroma into my muzzle so that I may sniff again, racking my brain with such a rancid fragrance while the cycle can repeat again. My perverse pleasure in the zebra's continuously growing stink helped maintain the torment of my unceasing edging, but that led to an unfortunate feedback whereby my sky high arousal drove me to crave more pheromones provided by the equine's backside. Even though I tried desperately to move my face away from the funky donut to try and find a moments reprieve from the unending assault of anal musk, if I ever did I knew that, given how my climax raged at the edge of release without actually going over, it would only take a few seconds before I would voluntarily have my face planted back in that zebra's butt, huffing his sweat-soaked stink to try desperately to bring myself to cum. I didn't want to move. I didn't want to stop smelling that rankness or remove the jockstrap straining my penis or remove the dildo impaling my rectum. I just wanted my groin to stop tingling so badly.

Unfortunately, the clock continued until it read h 23; m 59; s 57, 58, 59, and then, as the seconds, minutes, and hours rolled back to 00, a new number appeared as expected: d 001. A whole day, 24 hours, with nothing but sexual stimulation and no chance of getting off. The seconds started counting again and I realized this wasn't going to stop anytime soon. What startled me was the fact that the day counter actually had room for triple digits, making me wonder if this was actually going to count out the days of a year. I sweat that thought for a fraction of a second before the smell of ass funk and my burning tailhole reminded me that I am at the pinnacle of sexual impact.

A whole day with no food, no water, no rest, and no breaks of any kind. Add the clock in my eye to remind me every second how long it's been since this treatment began and 24 hours seemed like a whole week. It seemed then like I would have to bear yet another agonizingly long 24 hours of the same sensations, then another, then another, and so on, making me wonder when it was ever going to end. So as the seconds began counting, starting another round of 24 hours, I braced myself for the full assault of every carnal titillation of my delicate senses. My body continued burning with erotic passion as the smells, sights, tastes, physical sensations, and even sounds cycled through again and again to maintain my elevated arousal.

After a full day, the zebra's musk had climbed even higher, enhanced by the salty fragrance provided by the profuse amount of sweat running along his dirty taint. I couldn't bear it anymore, my body shaking violently against my restraints, but still only able to move my arms the bare minimum and only shifting anything else slightly. I loved the effect the smell had on me. I loved the fact that my tailhole felt like I was being sodomized by a burning beer can because it caused the most sensuous wave of ecstasy throughout my ass. I loved the fact that my whole body fluttered with unequivocal lust. But all of these sensations were beyond what a rabbit's body can bear and I felt desperate for just one second to at least turn my head to allow myself one second of fresh air. But I knew that wasn't gonna happen, so I resigned myself to watch the clock while my mind fogged up from this sexual zenith.

A 2nd day passed and the seconds started counting again. A 3rd day passed and everything repeated. A 4th day and then a 5thday passed and still nothing changed. My nose and tongue burned as the scent molecules that saturated the air staining the stallion's ass flooded my sinuses and taste buds. My muzzle was overcome with musky ass stench that licking the dildo gag in my mouth gave the impression I was licking the zebra's asshole. I breathed fast, three sniffs per breath and every breath made me choke as the pheromones and the odor clouded my mind with disgust and ravenous desire. Sweat coated that equine's behind all over the fur and naked skin giving it a clear sheen.

A week passed and then 10 days and by then I was convinced that this wasn't reality, not the way I knew it. No hunger, no thirst, no need for rest or sleep. I also noticed there was no discomfort outside of what was intended. While my body was stretched out, my sphincter split wide with my intestines plugged and ballooned out, fiery agony from the taut nerve endings from my stretched anus, strain from a cock longing to grow but enshrined in immovable fabric, burning throughout from arousal, as well as stinging in my eyes and my tongue from the dense aromatic molecules exuded from the stallion's backside, I noticed no other negative sensations. At first I figured I was just overwhelmed by sexually invigorating stimuli. However, I realized that I felt no soreness in my legs or arms or back or knees or neck. At some point I should've felt my joints begin to ache from being held in the same position for over a week, but such aches never appeared. A thought began to creep up on me that would explain everything, but I wasn't ready to believe it.

It didn't matter anyway as the clock continued to count and time went on with me stuck where I was. 30 days passed and the zebra's smell had gotten even worse. In the beginning, he smelled unclean, but now it was disgusting, unbearable, erotic, seductive, and inescapable. One good thing was that my arousal didn't seem to climb any higher. I believe I peaked after only a few days and at this point the dildo in my ass and the stallion ass in my face were simply keeping me stuck perpetually at that peak. Unfortunately, being constantly stimulated while anxiously awaiting a climax that will never come is unfathomable. It's like drowning with your lips touching the surface of the water, but unable to breach it and take a breath of air, but at the same time unable to completely drown, stuck at the point just before you run out of air.

I had no choice but to bear it. I wanted to beg the horses to let me cum, but I had a feeling I would never see them again. After a month, expecting mercy was pointless and it was becoming more and more clear that I would never leave this spot. Another 30 days passed and another month of agonizingly putrid zebra stench mixed with anal stretching and excruciating cock imprisonment. The days reached the triple digits and I never expected the situation to change, but I also never stopped trying to free myself. It was as if it didn't matter if my mind gave up, my body naturally tried to escape the bonds. Whether to try and coax out a long overdue ejaculation or to escape the omnipresent salacious taunts, my body never stopped. Yet another aspect of sexual dominance over me in my situation.

After what seemed like forever, the clock in my eye finally read d 364; h 23; m 59; s 57, 58, 59, and as the seconds turned over, my heart beat furiously in my chest as I waited, huffing away at the foul odor of the stallion's donut, to see what came next. The seconds, minutes, hours, and days all rolled over to the 0s and, as expected, a new number appeared: y 1.

1 year. 365 days. I cannot appreciably express the magnitude of what this means for me, how my mind was trying to contemplate what has happened to me over the course of this one year. Try to imagine how 1 year works for you: you go to work, you go to school, you hang out with friends, you go to the movies, you watch TV, play games, read books, sleep, go hiking, go swimming, laugh, cry, shout, eat, drink, do everything and anything that gives your life meaning. Then imagine just 1 second spent bound and gagged, body strapped down on your knees, arms bounds behind your back which has been stretched to its limit, head held taut and pointed forward, huge dildo shoved up your ass that stretches it beyond its limit and fills out your body so it's hard to breathe, cock trapped and unable to grow to full erection, giant zebra ass shoved in your face and pressing up against your nose, stinking to high hell of typical ass funk, but much worse as months go by and said zebra is forced to engage in the most strenuous physical exertion ever conceived in a never ending cycle, forcing his body to exude a putrid musk that only gets worse and worse as the exertion continues. And you have no choice but to bear it all, the overwhelming stench of sweat-addled zebra butt, the burning anguish of expanding sphincter, the sensation of being edged to a state of sexual prominence and kept there without ever knowing even an ounce of relief, all while being unable to avoid knowing just how long you've had to experience this erotic eternity.

1 second is 5 seconds is 10 seconds is 20 seconds is 30 seconds is 1 minute is 10 minutes is 30 minutes is an hour is a day is a week is a month is a year. That's what it's like. I spent an eternity going through all that, huffing away at the most egregious musk I'd even inhaled and dealt with pain in my ass that just shouldn't be possible. I also felt lustful pleasure that you couldn't imagine and that I couldn't escape. And once it reached a year, I knew long ago, that after that number appeared, that after I saw that I had spent 1 year suffering from torturous bliss, I would have to go through it again for another year. The seconds started counting down again: 01, 02, 03,... I shuddered with pain and pleasure, sniffed that ever present stench, and stared in continued longing for a giant sphincter pressed right up against my nose.

I started my second year, anticipating, although still curious, as to what would come up after ten years as the year symbol only had one digit. The stallion's anal fragrance had gotten steadily worse throughout the year from the moment my nose was planted against it, though the rate at which its potency grew slowed as the months went on. At that point though, it seemed as if that was as rank as that equine's backside was ever gonna get. It didn't matter because I was edged at my peak which drove me to crave the scent of that musky rear which itself drove my climax to a constant peak in a never ending cycle.

I wouldn't say I didn't care, but I would say I'd gotten to the point that no matter how much I relished that vile odor or longed to have my cock explode in climactic release, I was content to remain in this very position. Partly because I had no choice, but also because after 1 year of this, I've accepted that this is my reality, this is what I will be doing until the light in my eye fades to black, if at all. I continued to shudder uncontrollably and fight my constraints in a desperate attempt to free myself from my bonds while at the same time enjoying the enticing agony exploding in my asshole. I pulled at the straps holding my face in place of that zebra's back entrance while still huffing ecstatically at the estrus-inducing butt musk. I moaned silently through the dildo gag in my muzzle and flexed my cock while trying hard to clench the dildo in my sphincter. I realized I would probably never leave that spot and so I enjoyed what aroused me and tried futilely not to think of my infinite orgasm denial.

I reached my 2nd year and it was just as eternal as the first one, possibly more so because I was already aware of what every second would bring and every sensation was at its peak. The zebra's moans, grunts, and barks got louder and louder as time went on until they were screams of passion with each orgasm, which still came every 5 and a half minutes.

The years continued on until the 9thyear when the days, hours, minutes, and seconds had reached their limit. They then rolled over to 0 and a new number appeared: D 1. D for 'decade' I'm sure as it was my ten year anniversary of sniffing zebra ass. I couldn't even remember at that point what it felt like to not be at the peak and precipice of orgasmic satisfaction. The seconds, minutes, hours, days, and now years counted down with extra agonizing sluggishness to really accentuate the effects of my strained ass, cock, and sex drive and the burning of overwhelming odor molecules assaulting my nose and tongue. I reached my 2nddecade, then my 3rd, then my 4th and so on and so forth.

Once the D rolled over to 0 along with all the rest of the digits, a new number appeared: C 1. C for 'century' and it boggled my mind. Most people don't live for a hundred years and yet I spent that time doing nothing but this. Try to imagine and entire lifetime of butt-sniffing with extreme sodomization and edging. It's difficult to comprehend, but of course it didn't stop there. The centuries counted down as well, slowly after the decades, years, days, hours, minutes, and seconds turned over in excruciatingly tedious fashion.

After I reached my 9thcentury and that was coming to a close, the numbers turned to 0 and another number appeared: M 001. M for 'millenium' and interestingly there were three digits this time. I wasn't sure what it meant, but I continued doing the only thing I've known for a thousand years. My home country hadn't even been around for a thousand years, but I now have experienced that time frame in the slowest, most arduous manner possible. 1000 years was torturous, 2000 years was just hell, 3000 years I couldn't even describe since I had lived at least 30 lifetimes of nothing but my nose and throat burning from the offensive stench forced through my nasal passage. My whole body burned, my ass cried in agony, my cock ached while soaked from sweat and precum, and yet I had no chance to change even one aspect. Another 1000 years and then another and another and another and another and another. Countless moans from the zebra, endless sloshing of copious sweat pooled in equine puckered anus that constantly squeezed my muzzle, the ceaseless whir of a machine reminding me that there will always be someone luckier than me when it comes to sexual release.

The numbers never stopped counting, 010, 011, 012, 013, all the way up to 999. By that point I figured I'd have gotten used to the smell or the feel of the dildo or the strain of my cock, but I didn't. My ass burned just as painfully then as the beginning, my cock ached just as desperately, and the putrid smell made me shudder with delight just as potently. After the last thousand years, I watched as the millennia rolled over to 0 with the centuries, decades, years, days, hours, minutes, and seconds, but then a new number appeared: Ma 001. I had no idea what it stood for, but I didn't care and it didn't matter. It meant the same thing: I had been stuck in that same position, doing the same thing, suffering the same sensations for a million years.

Try to think about it, truly. 100 years is a lifetime and still barely anyone gets to experience that long a life. I have officially experienced more than 10,000 lifetimes and all I've had to get me through that experience was the same thing every second. A single day felt like a month in of itself, so I could honestly say that I feel as though I'd lived over 300,000 lifetimes with nothing but the same lascivious sensory input to keep me occupied. I'll been there for a million years and I expected I'll be there for a million more or actually a thousand million more, at which point I'll have reached a billion years, then maybe a trillion, then maybe a quadrillion. The universe hasn't been around that long, but will I? Will I honestly still be there sniffing ass and leaking through my underwear while waiting desperately for a climax that'll never come?

This was my eternity and I'd come to terms with that, but it was still both unbearable and blissful. The seconds started counting, the new digits having formed in the field of view of my left eye, and I prepared for another million years of sexual teasing. Another million years of my face pressed between two enormous, furry butt cheeks with my nose and muzzle pressed firmly against a large, glistening, sweat-soaked, wrinkled stink hole that diffused a horrendously musky stench that overstimulated my insatiable lust while providing wet kisses as it puckered every now and again. Another million years of elated shuddering that caused my sphincter to collide with a gargantuan dildo spearing my innards, causing insane pain mixed with sensual ecstasy. Another million years with my cock pressing tightly against the confines of the jockstrap that just won't give, soaked with sweat and pre ejaculate, begging for room to breathe, to move, and being denied every second. Another million years coated in perspiration, staring longingly at the ass end of a large zebra also coated with sweat, endlessly jerked off while I kneel anxiously on the edge of the highest apex of sexual climax, forever tormented that such sweet orgasmic liberation will never come.

I watched the seconds roll over at the passing of the first minute of my second million years. I've had plenty of time to think and come to the conclusion that this was indeed my eternity. This was where I'd be and what I'd be doing forever. I've mentioned this before, but I didn't mind it so much. I enjoyed the warmth of the air within the equine's damp butt crack, I enjoyed the warmth spread throughout my body, I enjoyed the incomparable musk of zebra ass and the shudder it caused in me every time I sniffed at that delectable butthole. I enjoyed the sight of wrinkled stallion donut pooled with sweat and puckering around my stopped up maw, I enjoyed the feeling of being impaled with something unreasonably large and nearly breaking my backside into several pieces. I enjoyed the entrapment of my dick within an overly tight jockstrap that's completely drenched in my own sweat and enhancing the titillation of my glans whenever I flex it against the garment. I enjoyed being bound and unable to escape the agony in my ass and crotch, the fetid odor burning my nose and mouth, and the zebra sweat soaking in with mine as his ass pressed against my face. But despite all the delights the situation provided, I just couldn't bear the unending desire to relieve my sexual tension which was kept at the zenith of orgasmic frustration.

Despite everything, there was one aspect I never could quite settle on. I loved the stimulation from the dildo, the heat, the smell, and the giant ass, but I hated the ceaseless orgasm denial. Because of that, I never could decide if this was supposed to be my heaven or if this was supposed to be my hell.