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It was finally Friday, the big day. After lunchtime the small gymnasium at the camp centre had been refitted with a dozen peculiar contraptions that looked like adjustable massage tables. A small group of young men wearing only gym shorts was gathered around their coach, a muscular old lion.

"All RIGHT then, big day, guys! I hope you took notes in the morning lectures because now we're gonna try it all out in practise. To start with let's do a quick warmup as a preparation. If you feel icky after it, it's a good sign to stop."

As he spoke he handed a sports bottle and a loose spool of soft, flexible silicone cord to each boy, not entirely dissimilar to the one used on Tuesday, only somewhat thinner. He summarily dealt out sizes from S to L according to the size and species of the youngsters.

"Take the lead and swallow it. And make sure to get a few gulps of lube in first. Let me know when y'all are ready for the second part."

A round of gulps went around as the grape-sized weights were swallowed and the boys sat down on their machines to chat and use their phones. They slurped the thin elastic cord like spaghetti while taking selfies or filming TikToks.

"bout 2 get fucking FLOSSED today bois wml"

"All_the_way_through hype!!!!"

"we're doing literal atwt today and i cant even"

"9/10 dentist aproves"

"getting my guts flossed at @pinelakesc"

"Oh no, oh no no no #allthewaythroug"

Throwing off their gym shorts the boys revealed their diverse array of cocks. After weeks of showering, living and training together they'd gotten somewhat used to each other's nudity. Popping a nervous boner had been a mortifying faux pas but now they paid it little attention. Despite this attitude some still chose to wear chastity cages and in this room too a few shiny metal devices bounced between thighs.

The small lubed sinker took a noticeably shorter time to pass than the toy last week and after no more than ten minutes Brian the gazelle could feel something small but heavy pressing against his ass from the inside. With fingers shaking from excitement he reached down and thrusting two slim fingers inside his tight hole he managed to touch the warmed metal. Panting and flushing, he gently pulled the weight out of his hole. Taking one last snap ("WTFFFF IT WENT THRU ME HOW IS THIS REAL") he turned to the coach to signal his readiness.

Around that time the other boys were doing the same and one by one the weights emerged, prompting gasps and groans of arousal and amazement.

"Yoooo what the fuck broo"

"That feels so fucking nasty man ~"

"Aaghl-" gargled Tyler the opossum as he held both ends in his hands while Fernando, a hunky, muscled bull filmed it on his phone, his own weight hanging behind his heavy balls. Tyler pulled the string back and forth and grimaced.

"I can feel it in my guts, feels so weird!"

"Fuack, Louis, you shoulda told us how it feels!"

"All right then, quit playing and listen up. And put those damn phones away!" Mr Andrews hollered at the lewd and rowdy crowd. Martin, who was straight but apparently enjoyed things up his tailhole, was streaming and excitedly showing the viewers what was going on in his body. Next to him Louis and Dan were flossing Fernando, the young muscle bull bent over between the gentle tug-of-war of the two boys as they took turns pulling the string. Tyler and Ed the femboy rat were pretending to listen but really were pulling on each other's weights behind their backs trying to get the other to react.

"Nice work everyone, now- the next part is gonna be a bit more challenging than letting your guts do the work. We are gonna attach the ends to some beads and gradually increase the size, see how you hold up. When you feel you've had enough just raise your paw and I'll set you free, all right? Anybody got any questions?" when no paw rose Mr Andrews instructed the boys to take positions at their devices.

Louis walked up to the nearest machine and adjusted it to his size, trying to rest his neck and head on the front portion and trying to imagine how it would feel for an extended time. When he was satisfied, he reached around. The giant spools holding the anal beads were actually under the gymnasium floor. Behind the bench there was a pulley of sorts through which all the cord would be pulled into the spool, and a similar setup was going to supply the beads to his mouth.

Attaching the rear bit to the clamp-like opposite piece was easy, but the clip dangling from their jaws was required some fiddling to get to click into the oncoming string of beads. The boys adjusted the benches each according to their need until they could lay comfortably. When everyone seemed ready and calmed down enough to sit still on the "floss hoss", as Tyler so poignantly put it, Mr Andrews pressed a small grey button under the gymnasium light switch and a quiet whirring, humming noise started to emanate from the machines behind each boy. The machines sprang to life and with a sharp tug they began to slowly pull on the cord emerging from their backsides. A chorus of yelps and grunts sounded out as the sudden pull on their insides pulled the elastic string tighter.

"Sorry about that boys" the coach grinned.

The first small beads were more like bumps on the cord but still uneven enough to tickle the throat and then the stomach in a different and exciting way. The youngsters figured they could still talk pretty normally and were exchanging banter while getting their insides slowly massaged. Louis could see in front of him Fernando's giant muscled ass and a trickle of thick lube oozing from the tight passage. He watched the first tiny beads exit the bull's hole and turning his gaze to the left he noticed Martin the straight guy with his eyes tight shut concentrating on feeling the subtle sensation from the tiny bumps.

"Woah, Martin, talk about exit only, am I right?" Prompting a scoff from him.

"My bf told me he loves ass to mouth but isn't this kinda the opposite" wheezed Toby the mule.

"This feels great, Louis, you wanker, why did you stop me from trying this with my power cable?"

"See ya at the other end, losers, I'm gonna get to fucking watermelon size" proclaimed Axel the lion who had been doing his own thing and keeping surprisingly quiet so far.

Mr Andrews was sitting comfortably, sipping coffee and watching the eager boys go through their extreme gauntlet. Sarah had popped by to bring him some papers to sign and stayed the watch the kinky show.

"Care to join?" grinned the coach and Sarah had to politely decline - she just ate.

"Looks so easy, though, nowadays. I was at Moon River at the time they thought of a safe way of doing this and we got to try it out. That was before L6 lube, mind you, so we had to drink mineral oil for two days before trying it. And there were no clips in the middle either. Once you ate the lead that was that and you were going all the way to pool ball size no matter what. By the time it was over I thought I would die from internal bleeding or something."

The coach rubbed his neck unconsciously as he watched the youngsters perform.

"I couldn't speak or eat for days and it probably would've just gone straight through me if I tried. Knocked me out of the activities for the rest of the week."

The progress was slow and after ten-ish minutes they were still at a size not much larger than, say, a chestnut. The feeling had slowly turned from tickling to a more hefty massage as beads plopped through normally closed sphincters inside the contestants. The sensation began to shift into discomfort as more and more boys started to look strained. Talking was harder now and everyone was concentrating on the lewd task at hand.

Jason, the big croc, lift his paw with a straining expression, prompting Mr Andrews to jog over and disconnect the clip between the next beads without even stopping the machine. As the last ball slid into the croc's jaws and into his throat he let out a cough and a groan. Getting off the bench and onto a squatting position he resumed updating his socials while the beads plopped out of his hole.

Slightly less than two inches seemed to be the general limit and with a paw signal boy after boy soon quit the race until it was only Louis and Axel remaining. The rest gathered around the two machines to watch the show, reminding everyone of last Tuesday's lewd morning activities. It was well past dinnertime and the spectators were growing hungry and impatient while they cleaned themselves with towels.

Louis kept his eyes shut, concentrating on his breathing to calm his insides and relax his internal muscles. Every time a bead bumped against something it was not supposed to, he was reminded in a nauseating way of Axel pulling the plug through his guts. His breathing grew more forced and the mounting sensation of discomfort made his body tense involuntarily which in turn clamped down on the beads.

Giving Axel a quick glance Louis realised he had lost. The lion was obviously suffering in equal amounts but his tolerance to pain and his sick desire to win absolutely everything seemed to fuel him to no end. There was no winning against this little psycho, Louis thought and painfully tensing again, he lift up his paw and was soon relieved from his predicament.

"Looks like we got a winner - and it's the old pro, well done Axel!"

A few claps from the few boys who hadn't yet asked to be excused for dinner. The coach grimacing at an arriving phone call tasked Brian and Louis with getting Axel out of his bondage and into the cafeteria on their own.

As the gymnasium door slammed shut, the boys exchanged a glance. Axel was a well-known asshole (literally) and a general douche who, in most people's view deserved to get knocked off his little pedestal. It was time to teach him a lesson, and so the boys approached Axel's machine.

The lion's eyes went wide and round as his hands and feet were swiftly tied to the machine using the silicone cords from earlier. He tried to push himself up from the bench but the beads pulled taut inside him and retching and whimpering he slumped back on his belly.

Brian and Louis ignored his muffled screams as they turned off the lights and let the gymnasium door close lazily behind them.

Louis was sleeping without covers but still worry lay heavily him like a cold blanket. He was afraid of actually seriously hurting Axel, no matter how annoying the little lion was. Slipping into his sneakers he snuck out of his dorm, down the hallway and headbutted Brian painfully in the chin as he turned round the corner. Brian had gone to the bathroom but realized immediately what the bunny was up to and joined him. Silently they made their way through two corridors and entered the pitch black gymnasium. The clack of the closing door echoed gently in the darkness.

With this the flashlight of his phone Louis illuminated the figure of Axel and was for a moment terrified of having hurt him - until over the whirring of the machine, a soft groaning and gagging could be heard.

"Holy shit man, we killed him!"

"Nah, unfortunately not. He's a pro, remember?" Louis said, faking flippancy but with obvious relief in his voice.

He looked like a bird trying to swallow a fish his own size. His neck was horribly distended and he appeared to be on the brink of unconsciousness, eyes barely open and lube and drool dripping from his jaw that loosely held a floppy, limp tongue.

Grotesque bulges travelled from his dislocated, slack jaw into his immensely stretched throat, disappearing below his collarbone. In his stomach the individual beads could be easily seen as fist-sized bumps lazily zigzagged down towards the exit. The lion's belly was not nearly as distended as Louis might have thought and he deduced it was because of his insides being significantly straightened.

His tailhole was utterly trashed and two loose curtains of meat hanged in a vertical slit where you would normally find a tight pucker, and a small trickle of lube flowed from the underside of it like a stream from a valley. Every exiting bead tugged on his stretched ass lips before pulling free and letting the abused rump spring back into its ruined shape. Brian, who traveled a lot, was reminded of an airport baggage check.

It was a disgusting sight. The fist-sized balls had ground against poor Axel's abused prostate all evening, flattening it against his pelvis and milking countless progressively drier orgasms from him. Below him on the floor was a splotch of partially crusted cum that looked like the aftermath of a circle jerk.

Louis undid the clip between the next beads and watched the monstrous ball disappear into the lion's gaping throat. Trying to sneak off undetected the boys were momentarily stopped by Axel's whispered groan "I'm going to fucking kill you guys".

Axel lay there, eyes half closed in the bright gymnasium lights, breathing ragged breaths as his stomach slowly flattened out. Like a plunger the last enormous bead pulled air straight through his gaping maw and his now straight-line guts and a disgusting glorping sound rang in his ears. When the pomegranate finally tried to leave his sore hole Axel was conscious enough to inadvertently squeeze and his insides were dragged out by the exiting hole wrecker. The bright red prolapse was pulled out of him and after hours upon hours of abuse it was long and loose enough to hang its sloppy length over the edge of the bench. Bubbles of lube and air from Axel's mouth spluttered from the end of it. Too broken to turn even his head Axel knew his guts had been pulled out through his tailhole to feel the cool air of the empty gymnasium. Even though he was so thoroughly fucked you could probably see right through his body, his mind was already planning a revenge.