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The Polar Bear's Fate

For Damiekinz

By Draconicon

The end of the trials had gone badly for Rjakvir. Or...had they?

The polar bear struggled to think as he was led through hidden passages of the palace and down to the city below. The world swam before him, and his legs consistently tried to slide out from beneath him. If it weren't for the serpent guards at either side of him, he would have fallen a dozen times already, likely crushing his nose or worse.

Nnngh...what...how...

There was no clear thought in his head. His skull echoed with the pleasures that had been forced on him, the need that still throbbed between his legs and made his empty sac feel full again. Was there still magic in the air, power in his blood that drove him to that horny, needy, rutting place? Perhaps, perhaps not, but the effects were still there, and it meant that he was hardly the warrior that had been captured months ago.

"Look at that ass. I swear, he'll be the most popular male in the Wall."

"I look forward to my next shift off. I can't wait to give that hole a go."

"Heh, he'll be a gaping mess by then."

"I bet he'll learn to tighten up again. Won't you, slut?"

SMACK!

The spank nearly took him off his feet, and he slumped sideways. Some petty part of him made sure to land against the snake guard that had slapped his ass, and deep down, he had the satisfaction of hearing the sudden huff of something much bigger crushing something much smaller. He smiled weakly, even as the other guard tried to lever him off the other serpent.

"Nnngh...get him off...get the fat-assed slut off me..."

"I'm trying! He's not exactly some puny fox, is he?"

"Get him off!"

They were in some alley-way or other, or he imagined that they would have had help to move him. As it was, he gave them no aid; he was the one that was being held prisoner, enslaved, after all, so there was no reason for him to help his captors. The polar bear slumped to the side, just holding his arm against the wall to his side, keeping the snake trapped against his side. The feeling of a wriggling reptile was some small revenge for the humiliation of the throne room before the Caliph and his court.

I can't believe...was that really...

It was him, of course. There was nobody else that it could have been. But to think of himself, on all fours, his ass up, his cheeks spread around some enchanted rod, fucking himself on it time and time again. The very idea of having something so deep inside of him in front of a full court...

How...how did I...

The serpent soldiers finally got him upright again and continued to carry him down the alley path. In the distance, the sound of the city could still be heard. People cried out to shopkeepers and the shopkeepers called back with prices. Food vendors offered their goods. Inns called out for rooms to be let. It was life...life that he no longer had access to.

They came to a stop where the alley turned dark, where the sun no longer shone through the gaps between the buildings. Rjakvir groaned as he lifted his head, watching as one of the serpents undid the lock on the door in front of them. The wooden barrier slid aside to reveal what some would term hell, and others heaven. For Rjakvir, he honestly didn't know which it was.

There were dozens, if not hundreds, of males strapped against a wall. Their chests rested on padded benches, their legs pulled close to their sides and strapped down, their heads and hands bound so that they could not get up from the benches without someone else to help them. Their rumps were pressed flush to holes in the wall, pushed out through them to the outside world, and he shivered as he imagined just how easily the city would be able to use the prisoners as their personal sluts.

Indeed, that seemed to be what they were doing. Foxes, bears, boars, badgers, and more were moaning out loud as they were fucked, their eyes rolled back, their cocks in little tubes cumming away from the rutting that they received from the other side of the wall. Each one of them was blindfolded, and each one was a sweaty mess, worked hard and wracked with pleasure to the point that he doubted that any of them remembered the real world, or perhaps even their names.

"Come on, bear."

The serpents pulled him along, dragging him past one bench after another. His eyes were pulled from one prisoner to another, unable to entirely look away, unable to believe what he was looking at. This was what was to be his fate?

They said...they said that if I wasn't chosen, that I'd be public property...

And this...this was it. Once they tied him down, his ass pushed through the hole, they weren't going to let him out again. Were they? No, no, he had heard of this. They locked their prisoners down, and let the constant fucking wear them down, break them in, show them where they really belonged. He had heard of bears that were taken in and broken for good down here. The most that they would ever become after that was a slut that could distract others, a butt-slut scout that let others fuck them while the real soldiers and warriors came in to do what they'd do.

That would be him, today. That would be what they did to him.

His struggles were weak as they dragged him between a boar and a rat. The pair of males were moaning, gasping, grunting like they were getting fucked right into the ground, and he imagined that they probably felt that way. He couldn't see what was happening to them on the other side of the wall, but both of them had a half-full jar of cum beneath them, so clearly part of them enjoyed it. Their heads were tilted back, their chests pressed firmly against the benches beneath them, and they just huffed and panted, panted and groaned. No words, not even the slightest intelligible sound came from them.

This is going to be me. This is going to be me.

"Come on, fat-ass. Let's get you slotted in."

He was already naked, so there were no clothes to lose. He groaned as they pulled his legs forward, tucking his cock against his belly for the moment as they slowly pushed his rump further and further back. He felt the cool air of the outside world, felt the kiss of wind against his sac and his ass, and then -

"Ah!"

He gasped as cool metal pressed against his cheeks, padding beneath it not quite sufficient to keep the cooler, harder stuff from being felt. The two snakes pushed him back, back, back, until the pressure itself was enough to spread his cheeks and keep his pucker on display. His face reddened beneath the white fur as he imagined what others were seeing on the other side of the wall, and he lowered his head and closed his eyes to slits.

At least nobody else can see this...nobody I know can see this...

If the others from back home knew that this was happening...

Clench. Clench.

Not now...

His body was still wracked with the after-effects of the pleasure that he had gotten in the palace. The humiliation of the trials notwithstanding, he was still shivering from the pleasure that his body had been trained to want. He didn't want to want it, but his body did, and that meant that he was already half-hard from the feeling of wind against his exposed, sensitive hole. He gritted his teeth and growled against the padded bench as the snakes continued the process of binding him to it, wrapping ropes around his back, pulling his arms against the front of the bench, ensuring that he couldn't move a muscle and could not do anything but wait for someone to come and use his ass.

"How long?" he managed to ask.

"What was that, fat-ass?" one of the snakes responded.

"How long am I going to stay here?"

"As long as the Caliph desires."

"..."

"And he likes to watch people be happy."

The snake smiled, patting his head in such a condescending fashion that Rjakvir snarled, flashing his fangs for a split-second. The guard pulled back, only for the other to laugh.

"You think that he can threaten you here? That's a laugh."

"Hey, you try and keep a cool head when you see something like that."

At least he could still scare them. That was something. Not much of something, he admitted, but something. He lowered his head as they continued applying the last of the bondage, feeling his ass spread just that little bit more before they pulled away.

"Just one last piece of equipment."

"Leave me in my humiliation," he muttered.

"Heh, and let you miss out on the last bit of the fun? Not a chance, bear. Not a chance."

One of the guards flicked his hand, revealing a black blindfold. It looked like little more than a piece of cloth, and while he knew that the other prisoners wore them, he didn't understand why. They were in a hollow piece of wall, with barely any light from the upper reaches. There was nothing to see; why take away one of their senses without call or reason?

The snake answered him by reaching down and tying it to his face. The darkness swallowed his sight...and then was replaced with rune-light.

"Nngh!"

He gasped, bracing himself against some mental spell. He didn't know if he could have resisted it even then - he had no training, none - but he still tried to throw up what mental walls he could. Barriers of emotion, of passion, of anger, of -

It wasn't enough. He felt the sigils burn against his eyes as if he had looked at the sun, and then...then he saw.

He saw his own ass sticking through the wall, and his balls just under it. Rjakvir's eyes went wide, trying to see the blindfold again, trying to look away from his own rump, but even as he tilted his head left and right, even as he tried to look up or down away from it, all it did was pan the view around. It let him look at his ass from below and from above. It let him see his ass from profile, or from straight on. All the spell did was let him look at his ass, and his balls, and the...the...

The way that his hole...clenched...

The way that the cheeks jiggled...

The way that his balls, despite being drained again and again, hung low and heavy outside of the hole in the wall...

I...I look...

Rjakvir tried to stop that thought. He knew that once he thought it, he'd never be able to look at himself the same way again. It was the first step to breaking him, he knew that, he knew that for a fact, but the thought came whether he wanted it or not.

I look...sexy...

His ass was the perfect size and heft for fucking, and if he had seen another polar bear with their ass up like that, he would have pounced on them right there and then, testing his strength to show that he was worthy of fucking that pucker, of making those cheeks shake, of feeling that fat ass pressed against his crotch time and time again. He groaned as he felt his cock throb in the padded tube beneath the bench, feeling it throbbing and futilely pressing against the inside of it. Nothing stopped its growth, but it wasn't allowed to slide quite under his belly in the same way that it had once done when he was free.

He turned his head to his left, and he saw - without someone directly behind him - he could see what was happening to the boar. Thick, muscled, hard, the boar's ass was still bouncing when the snake used him. A green and yellow serpent had that ass gripped with long fingers, digging in and gripping the cheeks until they dimpled, and a long, smooth shaft plunged in time and time again. He couldn't hear it, but he could imagine the squelching sounds that it had to have been making every time that it bottomed out in that hole.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

He turned his head to the right, and he could see the same thing happening to the rat, though the rodent was getting reamed by a badger that had come to visit the city. Thicker shaft, furrier balls, and heavier, too. In, out, in, out, a soft 'smack-smack' of rhythmic taps going on as those heavy, furred balls tapped against the rat's even bigger ones. Were there runes drawn on those orbs? Maybe, or maybe it was just oily sweat that was dripping from them. It was impossible to tell.

His ears echoed with the sounds of the moans in the wall. Every imprisoned male was getting reamed, rutted, broken in if they weren't already completely broken. He could hear the whimpers in their voices, the whines and pleas for mercy even as their bodies gave in and milked themselves of greater and greater pleasures.

Splut.

Splut.

Splut.

The constant sounds of cumming and orgasms filled the air. If it wasn't one prisoner blowing his load, it was another. They would moan, quietly, and then they would have a moment of quiet if the one fucking them was done. Or, alternately, he would hear someone groan in frustration if the dick in their ass finished before they did, and then they would whimper and moan for more.

This is going to be me, he thought. This is what they want me to become.

As he looked left, right, left again, he realized something else. For all that there were more muscled asses and softer asses on display, one thing was certain. They were all big, the sort that the Caliph had wanted for his own pleasures. They were all...all fitting with his own pleasures...

They were all rejects, Rjakvir realized. Everyone in the Wall was a gift of the Caliph's to the people, someone that was up to his visual standards, but wasn't quite up to the other standards that he had set. The polar bear groaned; he was among every other failure of the trials.

As he stared straight ahead, the spell centered around his own rump again, making him stare at it, making him take in the sight and heft and sheer roundness of it. It was impossible not to stare at the slight gape that he still had from the trials, the way that his pucker was forced open just a smidge, unable to entirely close. The wetness of the lube and oils remained, too, turning his hole into a target for the eye. It was impossible not to stare at it, particularly with how flush to the hole he was and how it spread his cheeks as far as it did.

It was intentional. It had to be.

As he cursed under his breath, as he struggled to hold onto what little dignity he still had and brace himself for the butt-fucking that would surely start soon, he saw a shape approach. A snake, yes, but one that had a familiar black and red scale color, and with a cock that he knew that he had seen before.

Samir.

"Hello, little bear," the serpent's soft voice filled his ears. "I am sure you remember me after this long..."

"Mmmph...nnngh..."

"We won't be talking for long. After all, nobody can hear anything but screams of pleasure from in there. But let me just give you a little taste..."

The 'taste' was of that slippery snake cock rubbing right between his cheeks, and he was made to see it, too, watching as that long, smooth, slippery thing slid between his rump cheeks and rubbed in a line from the back of his balls right to his hole. The tip almost popped in, but stopped just before it could, hovering right before the pink hole.

"A little taste of what is to come."

"Mmmph..."

"Failing the Caliph's trials. Tsk, tsk. Well, you will get what your hungry body craves, no doubt. The entire city comes down to take their pleasures from the Wall, when the Caliph allows, and certain foreigners are allowed the right to take their pleasures, as well. Your hole is...quite appealing."

That cock remained, and a scaly thumb joined it. Long fingers rested on his rump, and it was so surreal to watch as the snake groped him, spreading his cheeks somehow still further. That thumb rested right against one side of his pucker, and Samir barely had to push down at all to pull that rim open. He hissed as he swore some bit of cool air blew past his pucker and into him, chilling his insides. He clenched, and he saw that, too, saw it and felt his hole just...tightening, looking so appealing...so teasing...

A low moan of embarrassment and arousal rushed past his teeth, and he lowered his head against the bench again, trying to grind the view out of his eyes, but the spell made it impossible to entirely look away. Samir ground, ground, ground against him, that slippery shaft sliding between his cheeks and grinding that pre-cum into him. Thrust, pull, thrust, pull, never quite pushing in, but always keeping his cheeks spread and sliming him up still further.

"Mmmm, such a soft ass. All that polar bear muscle, and yet, this fat-ass is just perfect for fucking. All that soft chub got stored up back here, didn't it? Big...round..."

SMACK!

The spank made his ass bounce, and he hissed in sudden provoked pleasure, his balls rising and falling, his cock spitting pre-cum into the tube, and...and his hole clenched, 'kissing' the head of Samir's cock.

"And so very bouncy."

"Nnngh..."

"Don't worry. All that conflict, all that embarrassment...you'll learn how good it feels to be a butt-slut. It won't take long. We've all heard what happened at the palace, by now."

"Ah..."

"A big warrior that fell to the pleasures of his own ass. A powerful bear that learned how good it felt and couldn't stop himself. Now...now, let me introduce you to the real pleasure of how it feels to be fucked. A toy is one thing, but now...now, let's pop that cherry of yours...and let you learn how much better a real cock is."

"Ah...ah...NNGH!"

It was in, and it...it didn't hurt. Not in the slightest. That long, stiff thing should have at least left him burning, he thought, but the sheer smoothness of it, combined with the lube on and in his hole, and how much it was dripping pre-cum, meant that there was nothing of the sort. The only thing he felt was pleasure, and that pleasure got stronger and stronger the further that shaft went.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

He was trying to catch his breath and failing as that stiff prick went deeper and deeper inside of him, and the view of his hole clenching around it and swallowing that shaft was not helping him. Rjakvir's breath caught in his throat, rattling past his lips as his mouth hung open.

Why...why does it feel...so good...

It just kept going, and he stared as that pillar of sex went deeper, deeper, and deeper still, watching it disappear until it was completely sheathed inside of his hole. The sight of it combined with the feel was something completely different to the mere sensation of a toy passing his rim. This...this was something far more intense, and far more spectacular. He clenched his hands into fists, trying to think -

"Nnngh..."

And then it started pulling back, dragging out slowly, and he could see his own hole clinging to the smooth shaft. The way that his own body was trying to keep it inside, how his hole was still slightly tight, but slowly breaking in with the bigger snake cock inside of him, made his cock throb all the harder. He could feel the wet dripping, dripping, dripping from his shaft, the pre-cum flowing with abandon as he was emptied.

Then filled again, his rim going back in as the shaft pushed it back. There was no resistance, only slippery, eager filling, and he moaned despite himself as it kept going in. His mouth hung open, his hole grasping at that cock, all but milking it with abandon on instinct.

Not...not fair...

And yet, so good. So very good as he felt Samir hilt himself, faster this time, all the way in. The feeling of his inner walls spread so far, the way that he wanted to take more and see just how good it would feel, was enough to make his head spin. His cock throbbed harder as he imagined what it would be like after he was more experienced, as he started to imagine other species doing the same -

He moaned, unable to stop himself as Samir started picking up the pace. In, out, in, out, no longer with drawn-out thrusts, but with real, bucking power behind them. The polar bear's hands clenched into fists under the bench, trying to find something to grab, but he realized that it was intentionally impossible for him to reach anything. He was not going to get a distraction from the hard rut back there. His ass was the only thing that he was allowed to focus on. The feeling of that fat dick and the sight of it going in, out, in, out, in, out, IN!

He moaned like the sluts around him, unable to stop himself at the relentless assault on his hole, on his insides, on that pleasure button inside him. Each time that the snake slammed in, he felt the sheer weight of that thick cock against that pleasure spot, making him ooze more. Every time that those scaly hips cracked against his ass, he gritted his teeth and held back a whimper of pleasure at the strange pain and debauched need.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Faster, harder, as deep as it would go after time. He could feel the snake getting more and more into it, and at the same time, could just make out his voice.

"That's it...let it consume you. Your ass...is the center...of your world. You are nothing more...than a butt-slut."

"Ah...mmmph..."

"Your hole...having something inside it...that's all that matters."

Rjakvir knew what the snake was doing, understood that it was just more conditioning, but there was so much that was hitting him and going through his mind that he couldn't think straight. His tongue hung out of the side of his muzzle as he was rutted, as his ass bobbled and bounced in the wall.

He stared, no longer trying to look away as his ass cheeks bounced, wobbled, shook from the serpent's hard fuck. In, out, in, out, pulling back just enough to show that slippery, slime-covered cock before going right back in. In, out, in, out, the constant thrusting assault on his rump leaving him nearly drooling.

His cock throbbed as he felt that cock go all the way to his depths, all but flooding him right then and there, and...and...

SMACK!

"NNNGH!"

That spank was enough to make him clench, and that clench was enough to make him cum as his asshole felt like it was trying to completely memorize the shape of that cock inside of him. It felt like everything was pulling tight in there, trying to suck that cock into his guts, trying to pull everything that it had out of those heavy snake balls. He arched his back, thrusting his chest against the bench, his cock squirting away.

Pulse.

Pulse.

Pulse.

He could feel every squirt from his shaft, and more, he could feel the throbbing, pulsing twitches from the cock in his hole. It came, too, shooting into him, filling him...flooding him. He could feel it oozing in, swelling through his inner walls, forcing him to expand slightly to take it all. The snake's cock kept him from just dripping it back out onto the ground, so far, but that was only going to last for so long.

"Mmm...you took that well, butt-slut."

"Nnngh...Ha...ha..."

"I imagine that you're barely thinking right now."

Stop...reading...my mind...

"You want it, alright. You always did. All we did was bring it out of you. And now...I'm going to let the rest of the crowd have their turn. Can you keep it all in you, hmm? Can you keep from just oozing all that cum out of you before one of them takes their turn?"

He honestly wasn't sure if he could. His ass felt broken in, his head spinning, his eyes rolled back in their sockets, and yet, he couldn't look away as Samir started to pull back. Every little inch of that cock coming free made him more aware of the flood that it was holding inside of him. He tried to clench down - was that him, or the instinct to keep that cock inside him? - but he was tired, so tired, and -

POP!

It came free, and so did all the cum that the snake had just pumped up his ass. The sight of so much white and clear fluid coming loose, running down his sac and then down the wall, made him blush.

Why is that...why is that so...

It was humiliating and hot at the same time, embarrassing to have lost the strength to hold it in and hot to see a hole that was so very slutty. The fact that he wanted that hole so bad, to fuck it himself, and yet felt such pleasure from getting it fucked, was enough to set his head spinning all the more. His toes curled against the floor as he bit his lips, watching the bubbles of pre-cum and cum sliding from his well-gaped hole. It dribbled through his fur, running over the swell of his balls, before it washed down the wall in a line that was sure to stain the stone beneath the hole.

"Mmmph...ah...ah..."

And worst of all, his hole clenched and released, clenched and released, already acting like the pucker of a broken man. Even when he closed his eyes, all he could do was stare at it, see it flexing, begging for more even if he might have wanted a break. His voice didn't matter in the wall; all that mattered was what his body said.

And it must have called to someone, because another snake joined the queue, walking up to stand behind him. Just as long, just as thick, just as smooth, the serpent grabbed him by the hips and just -

POP!

In it went. Not a word of greeting, not a bit of teasing, just flat-out fucking. Rjakvir arched his back at the sudden thrust, feeling the rest of Samir's load getting squelched out in that one thrust. His hole squeezed down, his rim pulled back a bit, but not nearly as much as it had been with the first snake. He was...he was...breaking...his hole forming...conforming...being trained to be what the snakes wanted.

Thrust.

"Ah!"

Thrust.

"NNNGH!"

Thrust.

"Oooooh!"

His moans rose and fell like all the other prisoners, and in that moment, he knew. There was no going back. His ass, his body, was going to be broken in for the snakes and their Wall. Even if he was let go...would he even want to leave?

#

Three months later...

Rjakvir moaned as consciousness returned to him, feeling the slight dribble of the last visitor of the night dribbling from his ass. He saw it oozing down, the raised, puffy edges of his hole showing just how well it had been trained, what a fuck-hole he had become over the last three months. Did it matter to him? To his pride?

Only if the visitor wanted him to hold onto the 'honor' of the seed that had been pumped into his guts, when it came right down to it. Everything else could be pretty easily ignored.

Yet, as he laid there, he could already feel his backside twitching, his hole replacing his morning wood for attention. Where once he would have rolled over and stroked himself to ease the tension of the night and the pleasure of the morning, now, he just felt the itch. The deep itch way down inside for someone to come around and make use of his hole, to break it in for the day and ease the muscles so that they were nice and loose for the rest of his visitors. The Wall had many people that needed their own tension released, and he had become a favored one, or so he flattered himself to think.

He looked around. Nobody else had a visitor yet, and from the looks of things through the spell, it was about thirty minutes before dawn. Unlikely that they'd have many before then, and it was during those hours that the butt-sluts of the Wall were the neediest. Everyone woke with the same hunger, the same near-desperation to have their butts opened up again for the day. Had they been free, they would have fought once seeing a proper male, and they would have pushed each other to the wolves to have a chance to be the first rutted.

Rjakvir groaned as he felt the puckering, clenching, slippery itch inside. It was like a heat, a desperate heat that would only be quenched with a blast of seed inside of him, and he would have rolled his ass back against the wall if he hadn't been tied down so tightly. His cock...oh, yes, they would need to replace the jar down there today. He had cum a great deal, and it needed to be taken out and emptied. But that...that was nothing compared to the need in his ass.

Clench.

Bubble.

The running fluid from the late-night visitor while he'd been asleep was still making him glisten back there. A glance at his ass would have made any warrior from his tribe or any of the other lands know what a slut he had become. His pucker was pure pink, now, and it gleamed constantly, almost as if some magic had descended on it and made it cursed with heat. He flexed it, feeling the sensitivity that was left behind, and he would have prayed for a partner to come and use it if he believed that there was anything out there that would listen to him at that moment.

Then, he saw something.

A deliver-snake for one of the traders walked across the plaza and turned toward the Wall. The serpent was no rich man, nor anyone of means, but he had a cock, and that was all that mattered.

Rjakvir was not the only one to see him. He could hear the whimpers and grunts through the inside of the Wall, and he saw through the spell many different holes suddenly clench. They were offering, begging, pleading for cock...

And the snake listened. He put down his delivery cart, walking over to them with his hands on his waistband. He pulled his pants down at the crotch, unveiling seven inches of smooth shaft, and he walked...

Yes. Right to the polar bear. Rjakvir moaned at the kiss of cock to his hole, knowing what was coming, and flexed. A kiss, a naughty, puckering kiss from his rim to that shaft, and then a little push to open himself up. A willing gape, then a clench, then a gape again, like an open door to a guest.

The snake was more than happy to take the invitation, and Rjakvir moaned happily at the release it offered. No orgasm, of course, not yet, but merely the feeling of having that tension of the morning eased was enough.

He had changed...and he didn't care. This...this was enough.

The End

Summary: A polar bear is put into a wall to be broken in as a butt-slut. It works quite well.

Tags: M/M, Bear, Polar Bear, Snake, Serpent, Bondage, Hole in Wall, Humiliation, Anal, Magic, Orgasm, Cum, Creampie, Dribbling, Conditioning, Corruption, Fat Ass, Gaping, Cum Dribbling Out,