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"I'm going to mount you like a common whore."

There was a rousing flurry of snickering jeers and indignant braying all underscoring the bull's pause for breath,

"I will sow you so deeply you will taste my seed on your tongue."

A louder chorus of derision and disgust filled the air with the weight of it all burning into every exposed inch of the polar bear's body. Any defiance he might have mustered was long since spent as he glowered up at his gloating captor.

"And when I am done, you shall overflow with my... generosity."

The way the bull sneered with each and every syllable was like he was tasting it on his tongue. The subtle contortions of his grizzled face only assured Shiro that as kind the word might have been in any other context, here it was so painfully the opposite of pleasant.

"If you are lucky and still draw breath, maybe you shall even have the honour of bearing my calf."

That particular declaration stirred uproar as the crowded outskirts of the chieftain's tent seemed frantic and frenzied. Though they were still covered in shadow, Shiro could feel their eyes searing into him as the only thing that held them back was the bull's simple command.

"I tell you this because you are a man of good standing, yes?" The bull did not wait for, nor likely expect an answer, "and such men value honesty. So I shall be honest with you and tell you these things because these things will happen." The towering chieftain squatted down to the polar bear's level, an ungodly-sized fist seizing him firmly by the chain to pull the bound male's face up so the two could look into each other's eyes. Being so close to the bull made Shiro tremble with indescribable sensations as that face decorated in scars and painted markings regarded him with indifference.

"You have my word," he said, quieter as he was up close, but loud enough to rattle the bear's skull, "you men also value that. It is funny..." Fingers squeezed at Shiro's cheeks as a knot of rope jammed between his teeth gagged him into incomprehensible gurgles. Much like a domesticated cow, his face was twisted this way and that by the bull as if he were inspecting him like livestock at market. "You men have so many things you hold dear." Without warning, the bull snorted deep from the back of his throat and spat into Shiro's mouth, the vile taste languishing in his mouth as he struggled to retch in the iron grip. "It will make taking them all even more enjoyable."

With his free paw, the bull moved between his legs and pulled aside the strips of his pteruges to expose his freely swinging cock and balls. Shiro was forced to stare at them, excusably by the bull's vice-like grasp if not his own lustful shame.

"This," the bull growled with a finger jutted to his manhood, "will be going inside you. Your plump rear will be impaled to the hilt on it and you will moan like every other heifer I take." He wrapped his fingers around his shaft and began to idly massage himself making no effort to hide how quickly it hardened and throbbed right before Shiro's eyes. "But I think you are no heifer and that I am not the first to have you." His callous expression suddenly lit up with a sadistic smile that made Shiro's blood run cold, "So I shall content myself to be your last..."

He released Shiro's face with an unceremonious shove, forcing the bear to reel within the limits of the ball tie he'd been roped into. The coarse, grating cords dug into the folds of his mass that would be sure to leave welts if he struggled too much or was left too long, but it was the least of his troubles as the bull rose back to full height and undid the clasps at his waist. As leather and metal sank to the floor and thumped atop the packed dirt, the bull stood proudly before his clan with arms outstretched,

"I, Graven the Conqueror, will claim this enemy stray as conquest," as he casually strutted upon the spot with his erection raging ahead of him, urged on by rowdy spectators starved for their leader's words to become action, "From a prisoner of war to spoils of war, he will be our slave."

As he disappeared from Shiro's view the bull continued, his voice now coming from right behind the bear and dangerously close.

"Now bear witness to his ruin..."

Paws suddenly smacked across his upturned backside and sent him quivering from the force, his grunt bitten by his own gagged snout. The stinging pain radiated through him as more blows came in quick succession, alternating sporadically between each cheek, varied further by speed, intensity, and timing. He strangled the howls of frustrated pain as his ass was tanned like leather until it felt swollen and raw, trembling bitterly to the slightest touch from Graven's uncaring paw,

"Tender, as all whores should be. It's better when they scream, no?"

Fingers laced into the fur of his head, yanking him back by his scalp and pressing his bound body into an agonising posture. He could feel the rancid heat of the bull's breath oozing at his ear followed soon after by his lecherous voice,

"You will scream." Graven's tongue slithered over his cheek leaving a damp, slimy trail of saliva and god knows what else. It did not distract Shiro from the presence of the man's weight sidling up behind him and the sound of scuffed dirt as he poised himself in a squat, "You will scream as I plough that bloated flesh you dare call an ass."

Something hard and slick prodded and shoved at his cheeks, so knowing what would soon come next Shiro bit down hard on the spit-sodden rope to brace himself. It was seconds later as Graven lined himself up with the bear's exposed hole that he ruthlessly stabbed forward. Prepared as he might have been, Shiro still couldn't stop the feral shriek that erupted from his lungs as he was impaled on the bull's manhood. Waves of pain radiated out from his hole as it was speared on Graven's cock, the male's girth feeling as if it were as thick as his wrist and already too deep for Shiro to bear. But he had little choice in the matter as Graven began to ease himself back and forth, rocking Shiro's ass in his paws as he worked every inch free until he had found an idle momentum.

It soon became clear what Graven was using to wet his cock as it slid from tip to base when Shiro heard that same telltale hack of spit splatter preludes the lukewarm splatter between his buttocks. The smell of it was quickly emanating to fill the space of the tent and the bear was sure the air was damp with humid sweat and sex, and it left him suffocated as he was ridden into the soil by the bull. From his position hunched over the bear, Graven had the perfect angle and rhythm to pound with a steady force over and over against his jiggling ass without once slowing down or catching his breath.

It would have been embarrassing enough as the sounds of hard muscle hitting his rotund rump rang in his ears, but when he heard and felt the slap of those fists once more against his cheeks it was too much. Shire buried his face into the ground as the bull lowed from deep within his chest,

"They say that men like you..." Graven breathed with heady pants and unrelenting thrusts, "are made of good breeding stock..." Another raucous serenade of spanks to his rear made Shiro moan behind his gag, "How right they were..."

Shiro swore he could no longer feel his ass as the bull laid into him like a studded horse, his cock feeling as fat and deep as any stallion's might, and it was as if his guts were being carved into a tunnel of flesh by the rod wrought inside him. Heavy balls of the bull's swollen sack slapped at his own as what left like a foot or more of manhood sunk into his deepest recesses. With the ferocity and mercilessness of Graven's ruts, Shiro could even feel the bull's cock drive past his inner ring of muscles and straight into his abdomen.

"You were born for this..." Graven said as he finally gave up on turning Shiro's backside any redder and clamped both paws at the bear's shoulders, "Your hole is no better than any of these cows' pussies..." Heat washed over Shiro's face as he was debased before an onlooking throng of Graven's clan, all baulking at the bear succumbing to his sodomisation. "You are just as fat and greedy as the lot of them..." The bull's tongue was sliding across his face again, so terrifyingly long and dextrous as it seemed to almost ensnare his head and nape entirely, "and yet you have the pleasure of serving my cock, now until forever."

Now so close to his face, Shiro could feel the bull's breathing quickening, his words less steady but by no means dulled in their lewd malice.

"You will serve as my lap warmer and plaything for as long as you entertain and please me." Graven slammed his hips harder and harder, his cock like cast iron and as hot as a firebrand with the force being put behind it, "until the day comes when you don't... so pray that you always keep me sated, like a good... plump... fat... whore!"

In time with his guttural snarls, Graven thrust deep and long into Shiro as he bellowed one final time. His paws pulled the bear back onto him though Shiro squirmed from the pressure as Graven unloaded directly into his guts. There was no escape from the flood as it surged inside him, coursing and swilling through his innards like a burst dam. He swore he could feel his stomach swell from the slurry of bull seed, but the heat was perhaps far more pervasive as soon his entire lower abdomen seemed sodden with a sickly, alien warmth that ebbed and oozed its way deeper still. Were it not for Graven's cock still plugging its only escape, it might have forced its way back out from the sheer volume that churned within. Pitifully, he groaned into the dirt with cold sweat muddying his brow, exhaustion overcoming him that felt as if it were a lifetime's worth.

"You feel that?" The bull interjected finally, breaking Shiro's momentary quiet as soon as Graven had regained his composure. The chieftain's breathing was still a little ragged and his body seemed to tremble with aftershock, but he had resumed his taunting of his new pet, "You feel all of me inside you? You lucky slut, that's just the first of many."

Carelessly Graven pulled back, his cock slipping free from Shiro's ass leaving his length to hang limply between his thighs. He moved his paws from the bear's shoulders and to his rump, grasping each reddened cheek in both palms to separate them, all while ignoring Shiro's smarting discomfort. The bear could only imagine the sight, freshly fucked and bred by an unrelenting brute, but when an abrupt slap hit his already tender cheeks he quailed and felt his body release.

A foul, nasty ripple of hot air escaped his ruined hole after having been churned over and over by Graven, and with it came the slop of the bull's load. Thick like batter, even Shiro could feel it splutter from his gaping ass and flow like a river down his taint, over his balls, until it was dripping from his own cock head. Another smack caused the same reaction, only Shiro found himself losing more control and unable to stop the slurried cum from leaking in gurgled torrents over his body and onto the floor.

There was laughter, maybe just Graven or perhaps the whole tent, Shiro couldn't have been sure as he whimpered into the ground. The destruction of his ass and defilement were exposed for all to see,

"You nasty fucking bitch!" Graven said, his voice caught perfectly between pride and disgust, "I guess you are going to keep me entertained for a long while yet!"

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