Raped for Their Pleasure
This is a commission story for himitsu steelwinter back on FA. It involves some rather rough characters, a kidnapping, and someone being used exclusively for their pleasure. No toiletry stuff - thank god for that change - and just a fair bit of sex. Enjoy.
Night of Other's Pleasure
By
Draconicon
Himitsu generally liked the night time walks that filled his after work hours. The cool night air, the occasional glimpse of the stars above, and the lack of any light but the street lamps and the moon were soothing to him, relaxing after a long day in an office. Yes, he had the option of taking a car home, or catching a ride with some of his co-workers, and some of them definitely tried to get him to go along with them. Sometimes, he was even tempted to try and hitch a ride, but there was something about this nighttime walk that nothing else had the ability to match. The steel blue husky wouldn't give up these nightly walks for anything, even if he sometimes reached the house with a burning pain in his hindpaws from the long walk.
Pausing by a streetlight, the husky took a moment to look up at the sky. Since he was so close to a source of light already, he couldn't see the stars, but he could still make out the moon. The glowing orb was almost full, just a little sliver of the darkness left on the side. It would probably have the full light tomorrow, he thought to himself, maybe the day after if he was a little bit off. A full moon was always nice; it meant that he could make his way home through the unlit park, a place he normally avoided because there were no street lamps, or any lamps at all, and there were too many places for a mugger to hide. Only the light of a full moon made him feel confident enough to try going through.
He stood quite still for a few minutes, just looking at the moon, before bringing his eyes back down to the streets. The park was a good walk on the full moon nights, but as tempting as it was to try walking through tonight, he just knew that it would be a bad idea. Maybe another time, perhaps. Shaking his head lightly, he started walking down the street again, paws in his pocket as his breath fogged in the air in front of him.
It was when he reached the halfway point of his evening walk that he started feeling like maybe he was being watched. The feeling was very strange, something that urged him to turn the other way and run as fast as he could. He conquered the urge with a little willpower - after all, he wasn't a cub, to be scared of the dark - but as he stepped into the darker part of the neighborhood, he couldn't help but watch the alleys a little more than he normally did. Every shadow was examined closely as his pace picked up a little bit, his legs carrying him down the sidewalk just a little faster despite his belief that there wasn't anything around, that he was being foolish. It didn't matter to the baser parts of his mind. It was dark, and too many things were shrouded in shadow for him to believe that there wasn't a danger somewhere around him.
This part of the city was always dark around this time of night, with the streetlights in relatively bad repair and most windows covered over by curtains, the occupants of the buildings either asleep or out somewhere else. More than that, the apartment buildings here were taller than some of their neighbors, and at this point of the night, the moon was blocked from giving light to the area, casting shadows instead of illumination. The shadows of the buildings seemed like they were trying to reach out and grab him, and Himitsu barely suppressed a shiver from that thought.
"I'm being foolish," he said, trying to banish the fear by mocking himself aloud. Maybe that would work better than just talking to himself in his head. "Just keep walking. There's nothing out here that's going to grab you. You're not a cub to be frightened of monsters in the closet."
"Maybe you should be." Himitsu froze at the strange voice, deep and with a hint of a growl to it. Slowly he turned to face the source of the voice, and found himself face to face with a rather well muscled coyote. Dressed in a sleeveless shirt and jeans that looked like they were living out the last of their life, the coyote advanced on him quickly, grabbing him and pulling him into an alleyway between buildings before the husky had a chance to run.
He opened his mouth to shout for help, but again, the coyote was too fast. A cloth was shoved over his mouth, his shout cut off before it could begin. His captor grinned at him, pulling a bottle out of a pocket and pouring some of the strangely sweet smelling liquid onto the thin cloth. Not enough was poured onto it to actually pour through onto his tongue - something he was grateful for - but enough was added to the cloth for fumes to slip through the thin fabric and into his nose.
Almost immediately he started feeling lightheaded, and his flickering eyelids felt too heavy to hold open. However, even as they started to close, he noticed two other shadows walking towards them from further down the alley, and had just enough time to notice that they were equines before his eyes slipped closed. His ears fed him sound for a little bit longer before he slid into total oblivion. The words he heard had him wishing that this was just a dream, indeed, hoping for it, because they chilled him to the bone.
"So, who's going to fuck him first when we get him home?" one of them said. He guessed that it was the coyote, but he had no energy left to check. He couldn't open his eyes, couldn't lift his head, couldn't do anything. Couldn't do anything, but sleep, and that he did, immediately.
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It took the husky a few minutes to realize that he was awake. His eyes were covered by a blindfold of some sort, both preventing him from telling where he was and preventing him from knowing whether it was day or night. No matter how much he shifted his head around, it proved impossible for him to look around the blindfold or under it. Whoever had tied it to his head had known what they were doing, that was for sure.
He tested his body, working out just how much freedom he had. Restraints were quickly found when he couldn't separate his wrists from each other, and his knees and ankles were similarly bound. He blushed as he realized that he could feel the restraints against his skin rather than against his clothes, so he had at least lost his pants. Whether he'd lost his underwear as well was unknown, but he hoped that he still had them.
Wiggling back and forth to get some sort of freedom, Himitsu gradually realized that he was rolling around on a bed. The mattress was rather soft, and definitely comfortable. No blankets that he could find, but they might have just been laid flat on the bed, rather than being messed up. There wasn't any way to tell, not with the blindfold on his face. He needed to find some way to ge tit off, and fast; his breathing was already getting faster, and the fear he'd felt on the streets intensified threefold.
"Oh, you're already awake?" Himitsu's ears perked up at the sound of the voice, the same one that he'd heard when he was falling unconscious outside. He struggled anew with the bonds, grunting and whimpering in panic. "Don't bother fighting. You're not going to be going anywhere, hear me?" the voice said. Its owner spoke quietly, softly, but there were teeth to the voice, sharp ones that made him shut up and freeze immediately. "Good. Now, lay down again. I don't want you moving around, and I think that you might be one of those that need to be restrained before their first time."
That little phrase was a little bit awkward, making Himitsu blush underneath the blindfold, but he laid down as he was requested. After all, they couldn't really mean that phrase the way that he thought, surely. They weren't going to add rape on top of...on top of.
Kidnapping. They had kidnapped him, he realized, and with the blindfold on, there wasn't a chance in hell that he would be able to know what they were, let alone have a chance to stop them from doing whatever they wanted to do. He was completely helpless, and as he felt ropes and other restraints lash to his wrists and ankles, he realized just how exposed he was. His body was pressed more fully to the bed, and he didn't' have any more information from that than he had before, but his upper body felt a breeze blow over it. There was some sort of open window or something, not that it mattered what it was, but the breeze was what was important. He felt it brush over him, not stopped by any sort of clothes. These guys, whoever they were, had stripped him completely and totally naked.
The blush on his face grew hotter as the stranger's fingers began to run over his leg. More than a bit of claw rubbed through the thick fur that covered his legs, sending a shiver through his muscles and giving him goosebumps under his fur. It was strange feeling, and under other circumstances, he might have called it good, pleasurable, but this was rather far from that. Shivering softly, he thrashed against his bonds, trying to break them. Rope couldn't be that strong, and this guy hadn't had all that much time to tie knots. He should be able to break free from the ropes without too much trouble, or so he hoped.
He'd barely started to struggle before the claws at his leg zipped up to his throat. His captor didn't bother grabbing him by the neck; rather, he just pushed one of those claws against his throat. It was blunt and short, confirming his guess that the speaker was the coyote from earlier. "Don't struggle, now. You can't get away, even if you tried, and you're only going to hurt yourself if you keep this up," the canine said. He pressed the claw a little harder against Himitsu's neck for a moment before pulling away again.
The husky breathed a soft sigh of relief. That claw might not have been that sharp, but it didn't have to be with the strength that a person could put behind it. Even if it didn't get through, it would have still hurt like hell and left quite a bruise. Not wanting to antagonize his captor further, Himitsu forced himself to remain quite still.
Silence followed, and it only took a few minutes before Himitsu wanted to scream, just to make the silence less oppressive. He didn't dare, though. Who knew what would set the coyote off? After all, he'd kidnapped him, tied him down, left him naked as the day he was born, and hadn't explained anything to him at all. The coyote might be crazy, or he might have been mysterious, not wanting to talk about anything that the husky could pass on later. Whatever the reason, it worked very well to scare him.
Just as he was about to lose control, another voice spoke. It was different, lighter, yet deeper than the voice of the coyote. "Is he ready yet?" it asked, impatience rife in the voice. "We've been waiting for the chance to have fun with him for a while now. We're not going to want to wait much longer."
"Don't worry, he's almost ready for our fun," the coyote said with a little chuckle. "I just thought that we should let him sweat a little bit. I mean, look at him. He's obviously terrified out of his mind. You might not be able to, but I can just smell it. It's delicious!"
"Delicious or not, Fred, I don't want to wait anymore. That husky's been swaying that ass every night on his walks home, and I'm tired of waiting to stuff it full. Now, take that blindfold off of him, and either take your turn or let me or Jack take ours." The hint of lightness and perhaps less depravity in the other voice was gone now, replaced by annoyed command. "If you don't want to get started now, I don't mind taking a turn on your ass. Bet you still keep it tight, considering all the guys that you've been with never topped you."
That threat seemed to shut the coyote up immediately. Despite the situation, Himitsu couldn't help feeling just a little bit of glee that his kidnapper had been brought up short like that, even if it was by someone that was planning to rape him. It should have been something terrifying to him, but something told him that he'd basically used up all the terror and fear that he had. It would take something pretty darn spectacular to break him out of a calmer shell now.
Clawed fingers brushed against his forehead for a moment before getting a grip on his blindfold. Himitsu closed his eyes for a moment as the blindfold was pulled away before slowly opening them, giving his eyes a chance to adjust to the difference in light. The cloth had been thick enough for none of the light in the room to slip through, so for a moment he was completely blinded.
Blurry shapes gradually coalesced before him as the light blindness faded away, and as he looked from person to person, Himitsu gulped hard in nervous anticipation. Knowing that rape was not far away now didn't help his fears as he looked from person to person in the small group facing him.
There were three of them, which was the only blessing that he had. Two of them were equines, with the third being the coyote. They all looked down at him with the same hungry, lusty look in their eyes, not a one of them offering compassion or affection or anything that would have lightened the moment. Even the shortest and least built of the three - again the coyote - was about six feet tall, and the horses topped the canine easily. Those two stood at least six and a half feet tall, and their bodies rippled with well developed muscles, flexing and bulging every time that they made the slightest move.
What truly drew his attention, however, was what lay between their legs. As not a one of them wore a stitch of clothing, their assets were on display, and each one of them had a great deal to be proud of. From the first equine to the coyote, they sported cocks that were ten inches long, thirteen inches, and nine inches long respectively, each one quite hard and ready for the 'play' that they wanted. Large balls, hung low and swaying whenever one of the males adjusted themselves, seemed to be almost overfull, stuffed with day after day of cum that hadn't yet been released. Had they been saving up to empty it on and in him, the husky wondered? It would be something flattering, in an utterly fearful and disgusting sort of way.
He squirmed back against the restraints as much as he could, which wasn't much, barely an inch or two of space gained between him and the other males. Their eyes wandered over his chest and down his belly, resting on his crotch for a moment before looking further down. Lecherous and wanting, those eyes felt disgusting on him, and he desperately wanted to pull free and run to a bath, just to wash off the feeling those stares left behind.
One of the stallions walked closer to him, laying a broad hand over his belly that covered almost twice what his own hand would have in the same place. "Okay, I'm going to lay out what's going to happen to you tonight," the stallion said, his voice the one that had spoken to the coyote earlier. "You're going to take our cocks up your ass and into your throat as many times as we can get them up and ready tonight. No matter how much you hate it, you're going to take our loads, going to do whatever we say, and you're not going to tell anyone about it later. Hell, you might even like it if you're into this stuff. You're going to stay right there on the bed, though, until we're sure that you're not going to run off. Doesn't mean that we can't have fun, but you're going to be staying under restraints until we're sure that we can trust you."
The male gestured down to Himitsu's naked body. "If you give me your word right now that you're not going to run, I'll remove the leg restraints. However, the arm ones stay on for now, and maybe for the whole night. I'm not sure if I've decided just yet. You look so sexy tied down like that, just waiting for one of us to ravage that ass of yours. I've wanted that cherry hole of yours for a while, you know."
"But...but I'm not gay!" Himitsu said. He didn't know why he said it, nor did he know why he thought it would matter.
Of course it didn't matter. "What made you think that we cared?" the horse said with a laugh. His large hand stroked over the husky's chest and stomach. The gentle fingers belied what was going to be happening soon, gently ruffling and smoothing the fur. "Right now, you better learn to relax, little bitch to be. If you stay this tense, you'll be walking out of here with a bleeding hole, if you walk away at all. You're going to be raped here, you know. There's nothing you can do to change that fact. Might as well get used to it."
With a stretch, the stallion pulled himself up and walked around to the foot of the bed. He stroked a hand from Himitsu's ankle towards the knee, squeezing around the knee for a moment before looking the husky in the eye. "Do you give me your word to not make any attempts to get free?"
Himitsu considered briefly trying to run, but discarded the idea after a moment or two of quick thought. If these guys had thought this through at all, they would have anything ready for keeping him from running away. There was also the fact that he had no clue where he was, or what was outside of this room. It might have been a one room apartment, or some sort of elaborate house. He might still be in the city, or he might have been taken out of it to some other place. There were too many variables that would keep him making an escape. He had no chance if he actually tried to struggle his way out. He could only hope that the kidnappers would make some sort of mistake and give him a chance to run.
With that in mind, Himitsu nodded his head. The equine nodded at him in return and promptly untied the husky's ankles.
"What, you're just going to trust him?" the coyote said. "He might try to run, might try and-"
"He gave his word, Fred, not that you'd know much about that," the horse said. He nodded towards him. "He's not going to run. You can tell if you just look at his eyes. He's completely lost, and there's no way that he's going to risk getting caught by us again if he makes a mistake. He's going to keep his word for as long as he can, no matter what we do to him. Besides, I'm not taking off the arm restraints, not yet anyway. He'll be right here for as long as we want."
The equine let the ropes that had been around Himitsu's ankles fall to the ground, dangling off the side of the bed. He stroked himself lightly a few times, and looked the husky in the eye. "Pull your legs back as much as you can, meat. I want to stuff your ass," the horse said. The other equine - Jack - looked down at the whole thing with a smile, jerking at his own meat. Fred, though he was definitely put off by the way he was told off, was jerking as well. Obviously the two of them were looking forward to the show.
"Well? Are you going to follow orders or not?" the as-of-yet unnamed horse said, interrupting the fascination that Himitsu had with the perverse little show. He shook his head lightly and started lifting his legs back, pulling them back until he felt his knees pressing against his torso. "Good," the horse said.
Watching with a worried grimace on his face, Himitsu flinched as he felt the horse's weight press down on the mattress. He hadn't thought that this guy was this big, but with all that height and muscle to work with, it shouldn't have been that much of a surprise. Pre leaked from the equine's cock onto his ass, the hot drops of musky goo sliding along his furred rear before pooling around his hole. It was warm and slick, and he blushed at the way his hole actually puckered gently at the sensation.
No matter how he tried to hide his body's reaction, though, it was like the horse understood just how he would feel. His rapist to be smiled down at him, grabbing onto his calves and pushing his legs further up. They stretched and stretched, the knees pressing against his stomach a little harder than before. His ankles were almost all the way up by his ears, and the muscles in his thighs and his calves were screaming for a bit of relief. His ass lifted up off of the mattress a little bit, giving him some relief but pushing his butt against the horse's cock already. Balls and the base of that long shaft rubbed against his butt crack, leaving behind traces of pre. The scent of male arousal in the room was heady and strong, the power of it making his head swim and leaving him a little dizzy and, strangely, a little bit more relaxed.
"That's it," the horse said above him, grinning softly. He watched as the equine adjusted himself a little bit, leaning back just enough to let the length of his shaft fall into his butt crack. There wasn't enough room for the full shaft, of course, but it the point was made. He blushed softly, his balls tightening up a little bit and his member hardening in his shaft. He wasn't gay - he really wasn't - but the feeling of something rubbing along that sensitive area did get him responding.
The fact that he was responding wasn't lost on his captor, either. The equine laughed softly, adjusting himself more, pulling back enough for his cock head to press against the husky's hole. "Yes, I think you might very well enjoy this more than you thought," the horse said. He grunted softly, his copious levels of pre working to do a little bit of lubricating for the dog's hole. It wasn't much, but the slick puddle of goo that had collected around his hole was enough to allow the cock in without tearing his hole. It hurt, oh gods did it hurt, but it didn't tear like it might have otherwise done.
Himitsu groaned, throwing his head back against the pillow and the headboard of the bed as the cock started pushing into him. His hips thrust forward against the horse since he couldn't pull back, and he involuntarily tightened down on the cock in him, hard. Of course, that was a bad idea, but he couldn't stop his body from doing it. It was like his body was totally on autopilot, with the only responses possible the ones that his body could perform by instinct.
The look of pleasure on the equine's face only rubbed the situation into the husky's face that much more. He blushed brightly at the way he was being used, grunting and whimpering as the horse pushed further and further into his hole. Even the light feeling of pleasure from the touch of the large cock to his prostate wasn't enough to overcome the feeling of being penetrated like this. He had been a virgin back there, after all, and there hadn't been any loosening up, any sort of lube other than the pre that was starting to leak out of his hole, past the cock that had deflowered him.
He would have shoved the horse away if he could, but his arms were still stuck to the ropes that had been tied to him. The husky felt like he was being split in two, and he wanted nothing more than to have this end, to be let loose so he could go home. He'd even walk home in the dark, naked, if it meant that this would be over right now and he could forget about it.
But that wasn't going to happen, not now, and not for a while, at the very least. He grunted as the horse finally bottomed out in his ass, filling it with far too many inches of flesh for his comfort. His hole simply hadn't been ready for something this large, and even if it had, the position they were in wasn't something that lent itself to a virgin's experience. Well, maybe for a female, but he wasn't a female! And even ladies didn't have to lay on their back when they were being stuffed up the ass!
Despite the situation and its horrors and discomforts for the husky, however, the horse was obviously enjoying it. He moaned and panted, his lips twisted up in a little grin of pleasure, and the husky could feel his member leaking a great deal of pre into his ass. Perhaps the only good thing about this was that he had taken the largest of the bunch into his hole first. The other two both had prodigious sizes to wield, but they wouldn't be nearly as painful after this horse was done. At least, that was what he was hoping.
What he wanted, though, was for this horse to just keep going and get this over with, instead of just holding himself back like he was. "Come on...." Himitsu muttered, barely able to speak from both fear and pain. "Just...if you're going to...fuck me...fuck me! Get it over with..."
"Well, I was going to let you get used to it...let your hole open a bit...but if you insist!" the horse whispered. Himitsu didn't care about getting loosened up at this point. He just wanted the horse to do his business, get off, and then pull that cock out. Having that thing in him just made him feel filthy, feel dirtied, feel...feel abused and wrong. He wanted this over with, right now.
Of course, as soon as the horse started actually getting his thrusting up to pace, the husky started re-thinking that decision. His legs were bent up towards his ears, and his hole felt like it was getting pulled apart every time that cock shoved its way in. The way that his rapist was enjoying himself only made him want to puke, and there were times that he wondered if that cock was going up to his stomach, shoved up through his intestines to his organs. Impossible, more than likely, but the thought was still nerve wracking, and he looked down at his belly a few times to make sure that there wasn't some sort of bulge that showed the cock working that far in.
And it didn't help that there was some sort of sickening pleasure coming from it too. True, it was almost completely subsumed by the way that the cock was slamming through his sensitive hole, rubbing his anal walls and spreading them far beyond what they were meant to take, but every time that the horse thrusted in, he managed to rub against that little bud that was his prostate. He knew that it was just a physical reaction, just something that he would feel if anything rubbed against that bundle of nerves, but it was utterly humiliating for the husky to see his cock throbbing out of his sheath from that bit of pleasure.
The husky moaned softly then. It surprised the horse and it definitely surprised him. He was being raped for heavens sake! He shouldn't be enjoying this, he should hate this. He should want to kick the horse away, not just start moaning under him like a little whore from off of the streets.
Growling, Himitsu closed his eyes, not wanting to see this. The sensation of feeling the cock up his ass was bad enough without having to see the grunting, glazed eye look of the horse on top of him. He didn't need to have the image burned into his head for the rest of his life, though he was sure that it was already done, that he would see this whenever he slept.
Almost weeping, the husky couldn't help his body's reaction to the horse's cock, his rear squeezing down on the cock now every time that it thrust in. Every thrust left a splash of pre behind in his ass, and it didn't take many of those before a wet squelch of a sound accompanied every thrust. Just the sound of it made him groan and hate the whole thing even more.
"Make sure you pull out before you cum, Eric," Jack the horse said. "Don't want to have to plow that hole through your load. You're going to leave it wide enough without that."
The horse above him - Eric, apparently - groaned at that, but complied. Himitsu hissed softly as the massive shaft was pulled out of his ass, the head of it pointed right at his face. Barely a few strokes later, the horse spewed several ropes of cum all over his chest and his face, musky and potent just like the horse it came from. Himitsu gagged and shuffled from side to side, trying to bend enough to rub his head against the sheets or the pillow or something, anything to get it off of his face. Didn't really work, with the way the ropes held him back, but he couldn't help trying.
Eric pulled back from him, wiping the head of his cock against the end of the bed. "Not bad. Definitely could use a little learning in how to take it up the ass, but...well, what else do you expect from a virgin, huh guys?" the horse said. He smiled, stroking his shaft a few times more to keep himself stiff and hard before joining with the others.
The coyote stepped forward, taking his hand from his shaft as he talked. "There's no way that I'm going to be able to get any pleasure out of that hole now, you know," Fred said, looking down at the stretched out hole. Himitsu couldn't see himself, but he was darn sure that he was gaping. When one could feel the breezes of a room moving not just across his hole but INTO it, that seemed to be a pretty good indicator. He watched the coyote walk around him, eyes unable to break free from looking at the other canine's prick. It was quite hard, and there was a great deal of pre dropping from it to the bed below. The musky smell of male virility filled his nose, and he grunted, trying to get the smell out of his nostrils.
Didn't really work, and it didn't help when the coyote stopped right in front of his face, the dripping tip of his cock right against his nose. Some pre ran down along his sensitive nose, though none of it ran down inside of his nose, thankfully. "Gonna start licking and sucking, bitch, or am I going to have to rape your face on my own?" Fred asked with a sneer on his face and on his voice.
Taking a cock into his mouth was a horrendously disgusting thought for the husky, but Himitsu knew that he didn't have a choice. Quite aside from the ropes that held his arms up above his head and kept him bound to the bed, the coyote had already proved that he could overpower him and subdue him, and he didn't want to put the coyote to the test again. Who knew just how far the coyote would go to prove his dominance this time around? Submitting was probably the only way that he was going to get out of this without a broken jaw.
With a sigh, he opened his mouth and extended his tongue. The scent of the coyote's member told him to be ready for a rather strong taste of musk and perhaps just a little bit of older tastes, but it hadn't really been enough to let him be altogether ready for the taste. Pre and musky cock combined together to make a truly potent cocktail of flavor, and he growled around the mouthful as he tried to get used to it. That proved impossible, and he gagged around the taste, shaking his head as he tried to pull back.
No sooner had he moved his head an inch than the coyote had grabbed him by the ears. The pain from that grip immediately froze him in place, forcing him to look up at his captor. Fred leaned in close, laying a clawed finger against the tip of his nose. "Stop struggling, boy. I like seeing the fear in your eyes, but I'm not in the mood to have you yanking your head away from my cock. Next time you do that, I'm going to give you five slaps to your balls as a warning. The time after that, I'm going to actually kick them hard enough to make kids an extremely unlikely feature for your future. Understand me?" The coyote waited until the husky nodded before letting go of his ears. "Now get back to licking and sucking me. And if you think about trying to pull back again, just remember what I said."
With that warning in mind, there was little difficulty in moving close again and pressing his tongue against the coyote's member. He dragged it from the base to the tip, again and again, each time pulling a little bit of pre with it. The silvery liquid stuck to his tongue for a second before sliding towards the back of his mouth and down his throat. It was strange to be swallowing the pre of another male, even when he did it himself a little bit. That was more clean up than anything else, though, while this was only for the pleasure of the coyote. Totally different, as he was figuring out.
As he whimpered in disgust for what he was being forced to do, Himitsu looked up to watch the coyote, trying to gauge just how well he was doing, and if he should start preparing for the load that would be coming. Instead of seeing a canine that was getting close to the verge of orgasm, however, he saw someone that was relatively happy, but definitely could be made happier. The coyote saw him looking, and laughed at him. "You're really a virgin at everything, aren't you?" Fred said with a chuckle. He grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and yanked him back, drawing a grunt of discomfort from the husky's throat. "Well, I don't want to take the time it would require to teach you proper oral skills, so I'll just have to use your throat for plan B. Operation: Fuck-Muzzle is a go!" he said with a laugh.
Himitsu barely had the time to take a deep breath before his lips were forced open by the large girth of the canine's cock. The impressive sized shaft shoved forward, rubbing over his tongue and shoving the tip into his throat in less than a second. He groaned and arched his back, trying and failing to pull his head out of the grip of the strong coyote. Gagging on the cock as it forced its way further and further into his throat, Himitsu felt the world darkening around him. He gasped for breath, trying to get some air into his throat, but all he could get were little dregs of air, not nearly enough. The light tunneled around him, everything growing darker and darker with every passing second.
Just when he thought that he was about to pass out, the coyote pulled back and out of his throat. Of course, his cock wasn't all the way out of his muzzle, but it was far enough back to allow him to get a breath through his nose. He gasped, sucking in air like a man on the verge of drowning.
He'd gotten no more than three good breaths before the coyote's cock was shoved back into his mouth, plugging up his throat and keeping the air out again. Again he struggled, throwing his head from side to side as best he could, but the light touches of his teeth to the side of Fred's cock and the wriggling of his tongue under it only seemed to excite his rapist. He whimpered, begging for release, for some sort of relief or something that would let him be able to breathe! Dear heavens, he could take this if they would just let him breathe, but the coyote seemed intent on pushing him all the way to the edges of his consciousness, and beyond if possible.
The coyote pulled back just before he could fall unconscious and not feel anything, letting him gasp and sputter for a few good breaths. "Please, don't do that again, I beg-" he tried to say. However, once more he was interrupted before he could say anything, that musky, leaking cock shoving its way into his throat again. He gagged around it, his throat squeezing down on it tightly. That was probably just what the coyote wanted, but he could no more stop his body's response than he could breathe around that shaft.
The coyote continued doing that to him again and again, thrusting deep into his throat and leaving him gasping when he pulled back. Every time that it happened, there seemed to be a little bit more of the musky, salty goo left in his throat and over his tongue. It was a disgusting sort of feeling, something that was making him feel more and more dirty as the moments went on. He could tell that the coyote was getting closer to his climax, though, which was the only thing that gave him any sort of hope. This little torture would be over before too much longer, or at least that was what he was hoping for.
Nearly ten minutes after the first thrust and near choking, the coyote yanked his cock back. Himitsu watched through bleary eyes as the other canine stroked himself fast and hard, his paw moving along the spit soaked cock fast and rough. Before more than a few strokes were done, the shaft was exploding with seed over his face, covering him from nose to forehead with the coyote's cum.
Himitsu gasped for air, barely able to get enough to keep himself from blacking out again. He shivered, trembled from the terror of being choked to death on cock. It was something that seemed past now, but he wasn't sure if the coyote wouldn't put him through it later. He would learn to suck cock like an expert, if it meant that he didn't have to have his throat used like that again. That had been completely terrifying.
He shook his head, looking at the last horse. What was his name? Jack? Yeah, that was the name. Jack had the middle sized cock, and he wondered how that one was going to be used. He watched as the horse approached him, and whimpered as the equine looked at his hole. He didn't want to take anything else in there! Please, no more in there, just let him go, he begged them quietly with his eyes, with soft whimpers and whines. How could they do this to another person, to someone that was a complete stranger to them? It just defied all the ways that a person should treat another.
Rather than penetrating him, though, the last equine just leaned forward and continued stroking himself. He pulled the husky's shamefully still erect cock into his grip, and rubbed both of their cocks together at the same time. It was something that was so simple, so different than the brutality from earlier, that he couldn't help but respond gratefully, and at the same time, excitedly. His shaft throbbed hard in the horse's grip, throbbing against the long and hard cock that he had. Himitsu knew that he would blow his load before long from being stroked by another male, but right now, he suddenly found that he didn't care. After all, this was actual decency, being treated somewhat nicely while he was being used to pleasure someone else. He could deal with that.
Jack looked down at him, and Himitsu met the equine's eyes. There was some kindness in them, more than in the eyes of Eric and Fred, but there was that same lust. This was another male that wanted him, and would take him, no matter what he would say. Just like with the others, he would be completely helpless before the needs of this powerful, masculine stud.
Those were the last thoughts that he could put together as his own orgasm overwhelmed him. He arched his back against the bed, his hips thrusting against the strokes of the horse and against the equine member that was pressed against his own. He panted and moaned in need, thrashing around on the bed as he came all over his belly and his chest. The horse's orgasm wasn't far behind, another, greater set of seed spurting out over his own and covering up his gooey juices. Not just covering them physically, but scent wise as well, the musk of the male horse more than enough to overpower his weaker scent.
Unable to keep going, and completely overwhelmed with the events of the evening, Himitsu fell back against the bed and lapsed into unconsciousness.
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When his consciousness returned, the husky thought that he was back at home. The blankets were warm around him, and he felt like he had tucked himself into a good, comfortable position. The events from earlier felt like nothing more than a bad dream, something that he would forget in a few days. However, those thoughts went out the window when he lifted the covers and saw-
"What the hell?!" Himitsu shouted, kicking the covers free. He couldn't have seen that. Nobody would have done that to him, would they? His friends didn't have that sense of humor, and the only other people who would do that were...were...
He slowly looked up from his crotch - now covered in a pair of bright pink panties - and looked at his wrists. They were still bound to the headrest of the bed. In fact, now that he was looking around and actually paying attention, he realized that he wasn't tucked into his own bed at all. This room, and this bed, were completely foreign to him. Where was he, he wondered. Was last night an actual dream, or had the horrors of that coyote and the two equines been real? He didn't know, but the cuffs on his wrists seemed to suggest that.
"Well, look who's up," a familiar voice said. Himitsu stopped staring at the ropes and cuffs on his arms and looked towards the doorway. Fred, the coyote from before, stood there and looked down at him. The other canine wasn't dressed in anything more than a pair of boxers, but even that was more than what he remembered from last night. He blushed as he noticed the outline of morning wood in the boxers, as well as the bulge the canine's balls made, and looked away. "Heh, nothing wrong with admiring someone else's body," the coyote said with a little chuckle.
He stepped forward from the doorframe, crossing the room before leaning forward on the side of the bed. He dragged a clawed finger along the underside of Himitsu's hindpaw, rubbing against the pads and the near ticklish skin underneath until the husky pulled his feet away. "Heh. Still that shy about others enjoying your body? We're going to have to break you of that at some point, I think, if you're going to be any good as a sex slave." Fred shook his head a few times before sitting down. His eyes wandered towards Himitsu's ass, and the husky found himself wondering if he was still gaping down there or if he had closed up during the night. He hoped that it was the latter, really, because the thought of having the coyote looking inside of his ass through the gaping hole was enough to make him feel a little sick to the stomach.
With a grunt, he tugged on the chains again, only to draw another laugh from the coyote. "You're still fighting, too? Yeesh, we must not have made as much of an impression last night as I'd hoped. Heh, how much do you remember from last night, bitch? Do you remember everything that we put you through?" Fred grinned at him as he turned to glare at the coyote. "Oh, I see that you remember a lot, if you're glaring that hard at me. Well, that's good. Don't go forgetting all the work we're pouring into you. Yeah, it's pleasure for us, but we're still tired at the end of the day from working on you. Be considerate and do a little more of the work for us today, why don't you?"
The husky wanted to slap the coyote, but given the fact that his arms were bound back - for that purpose as much as to prevent him from getting away, he would imagine - there wasn't a chance of being able to do that. However, his legs were free, and they were bunched up away from the coyote. He considered for a moment; he'd probably get punished for this, but what better chance would he have for a little bit of revenge?
Without giving the other a warning, he kicked out with both of his legs at once, the broad hindpaws catching the coyote hard, one in the belly, the other in the chest. The force of the blow actually knocked him back and over the edge of the foot of the bed, falling to the floor with a soft grunt. Knowing that he'd been able to do that to this particular tormentor gave the husky a little smile, though it was one that was short-lived. The glare that he got from the coyote when he stood up again definitely made him think that was a stupid idea. No bit of satisfaction was worth the pain he was likely about to get.
"So, you're still going to be a pain about this, are you?" Fred asked with a shake of his head. Rubbing his chest, he walked over to one corner of the room and opened a cabinet. Due to the angle, the husky couldn't see what he was reaching for, but he doubted that he would like it. He sighed, closing his eyes and bracing himself for something like a whip, or something else that would hurt him.
Instead, a flash filled the room, so bright that it even got through his eyelids. Opening his eyes again quickly, he stared at the camera that the coyote held. It flashed a few more times, each time the camera moving a little closer to get some better shots. By the time that the fourth flash had gone off, the coyote held the camera only a few inches from the crotch of his panties. It was angled just enough to catch his face in the shot, but it would be mostly taken up with his own morning wood in the pink panties. He blushed as he realized that this humiliating moment was recorded to film.
When Fred was done with the picture taking - about three minutes and fourteen flashes later - the camera was put away. Fred leaned against the cabinet it was in, and hooked a thumb over his shoulder, pointing at it. "Those pictures? They're going to be going out to all your friends. It won't take much to find out who they are, considering how good Eric is with computers. He doesn't look it, I know, but he's quite good at getting through all the security that they have on them. If you behave, those pictures will stay with us when you're eventually released. If you keep fighting me, then you're going to have to deal with your friends, your boss, everyone that you know and have on your contact list, getting a copy of those pictures. Do you think you can live with that? Do you think that humiliation is a good enough incentive to be a good boy, you little bitch?"
The husky didn't think that the coyote would really do that. After all, that would mean actually leaving some sort of trail to what had happened here, and that would risk them being found out. Surely the coyote was sane enough to realize how dangerous that would be to him and his fellow criminals?
Considering the look on the other canine's face, he didn't think so. He sighed softly and nodded, leaning back down on the bed and curling his legs towards him. If his arms could reach, he'd probably be lying in the fetal position right now, just to try and comfort himself a little bit. With his arms bound, all he could do was curl his legs as close as he could and just imagine having his arms around them to comfort him.
"Good, glad we understand each other," Fred said with a self satisfied nod. He chuckled as he walked back to the hallway, and called out, "Eric, Jack, the slut's awake! Let's have some fun, huh?"
Thunderous footsteps filled the hallway and the room as the stallions rushed from wherever they were to the bedroom. Jack, the smaller of the two, walked over to the bed and ran a finger along the bonds that held the husky's arms. "Think we can let him go for the day? Don't think he's figured out where he is, and with the three of us here to watch him, I don't think that we're going to have any trouble with him trying to fight."
Everyone looked at Eric, the larger stallion. It seemed like he was the one that could make the final decision about just about anything, and considering his sheer bulk, it made sense. No one was going to make a fuss of things if someone that big decided what course was going to be followed. The muscular stallion put his head to fist in thought, mumbling softly and just quietly enough for Himitsu to be unable to follow. After a few seconds, he nodded. "Let me just remove all the sharp knives from the kitchen, just in case he gets that far," he said, walking out of the room. The husky half sighed. The idea hadn't occurred to him to go there and get something to fight with, but now that the large stallion had already thought of it, there wasn't going to be a chance to think of it later and make use of it.
Fred and Jack leaned back against the walls, both of them looking down at him. The equine eventually moved away from the wall in boredom, reaching down and fondling him through the soft cloth of the panties. Being rubbed through underwear wasn't something that he was altogether unfamiliar with, though it was still something that didn't happen often, but the feeling of the panties against his cock was something that astounded him. He gasped at the first touch, arching his back a little bit before getting himself back under control. Blushing at the way he'd reacted to the slight pleasure, he glared at the horse, wishing that he could really blame the bigger male for that problem. Really, though, it was only something he could blame on himself.
A few minutes and strokes later, Eric returned from the kitchen. "Got 'em all put away so he can't get them. Go ahead and let him loose," the stallion said.
Jack did the deed, reaching up and grabbing the ropes. His thick fingers worked through the knots with surprising dexterity, and his wrists were released in short order. The husky immediately reached up and started rubbing his wrists, chafed lightly and definitely not comfortable after their ordeal in the restraints. Still rubbing, he looked up at the three of them. "Why..." He wanted to ask so many questions, but why was the only one that he could force himself to vocalize.
Three pairs of eyes exchanged glances before Eric stepped forward. He reached out and grabbed the husky by the chin, forcing their eyes to meet rather than let Himitsu look at the ground. "There's no reason that we can give you that you'd understand. Suffice it to say that we were bored, horny, and you were available. It didn't hurt that your sexy ass had been swaying along on that street every night for months now, and you never offered to share it, or let anyone have any fun." He laughed softly as he let go. "Consider it a great deal of back payments to start making up."
"That...that makes no sense!" Himitsu protested. He knew the words were a mistake as soon as they were out of his mouth, but he couldn't help it. "You raped me last night, and you're going to do it again today! What the hell gives you the right to do something like that?"
Fred answered him with a slap to his balls. The impact wasn't really that hard, but around one's balls, they didn't really have to be. The husky curled up in a little ball from the hit, hissing softly for breath and feeling like his stomach wanted to empty itself. "The same thing that gives me the right to do that," Fred said with a little chuckle. "We just take whatever we want, because we can. You can say whatever you want about rights, and maybe in the outside world, you'd be right. Thing is, this isn't the outside world. Here in this building, you're in our little kingdom, and you don't have any rights that we don't give you. Understand?"
"Fred might have been a little abrupt about how he explained that, but he's more or less right," Eric said with a shake of his head. He sat down on the bed, fondling himself lightly. Both the horses were naked, and they were both sporting some pretty hard stiffies. He wasn't sure if they were because of him or just other cases of morning wood, but either way, it was embarrassing to have to look at such large cocks right now. It didn't help that they had been inside him just last night. That thought alone almost completed the gag reflex that the slap to the balls hadn't quite managed.
Everyone thought that was quite funny, he could tell. The horses and the coyote chuckled to themselves as he slowly pulled himself to his feet, holding one hand to his crotch to comfort his half smashed balls. "I...I understand," Himitsu managed to say, gasping for breath and holding his stomach with his free paw. He still wasn't sure that it wasn't going to empty itself the first chance it had, and he would keep his paw there until he was sure that the nausea from the ball slap was gone.
"Good," Fred said with a nod. He walked over to a dresser and reached into the drawers. Himitsu winced as the coyote pulled out a set of high heel shoes and some stockings. Fish net stockings, worse still. "Now that you understand, I hope that we're not going to have any more trouble with you. I'm getting tired of having to deal with your whining." He threw the stockings and shoes at the husky. "Now, put these on. They might be a little tight, but you'll deal with that for us, won't you?"
Nodding a few times, Himitsu reached down and started dragging the stockings over his legs. The fish net appearance was a different one, and he wasn't sure how he liked the way that they felt against his fur. Despite the light discomfort from them, he forced himself to drag them up to his thighs. They didn't quite come to the edge of the panties, the way that they might for a female, but they came pretty close. At points, his fur was forced out through some of the little holes between the fish net design, pulling on his fur, but even that discomfort didn't pull any complaints from his lips. His balls were just starting to feel a little better now, and he didn't want to risk them again.
Then came the shoes. They didn't look like they were going to feel very good to his hindpaws, and he was right as he slid them over them. Stockings, particularly these ones, didn't provide a whole lot of comfort to feet when there were shoes over them, and the insides of the shoes were quite tight, too, definitely not made for the comfort of a male. Probably not for a female, either, for that matter, if she had anything more than the daintiest of feet.
Despite the tightness, he managed to wiggle his feet into the shoes. The larger stallion - Eric - gestured for him to stand up, and he did. Wobbling on the four inches of heels and barely keeping his balance, the husky started walking around the room when the other males told him to. He knew that the heels were making his hips swivel from side to side the way that a female's hips tended to, and he blushed heavily at the heated glances he could feel on his backside. Being covered in these clothes made him feel like he was a whore, a slut for anything that happened to look over at him. With the high heels, he had no choice but to walk with a swivel in his steps and a sway to his rump, and he knew that the horses and the coyote would find it quite arousing. With their choice of attire, they had basically made him into a total slut, in appearance and action, and he had no choice but to take it and not give the least little bit of complaints.
Eric had him walk around the room a couple of times, forcing him through his paces in those laps, before calling him to a halt with a grab to his panty's waistband. "That's a pretty good ass, slut. Now, why don't you lean up against the wall and let us take some time breaking it in again?"
Whimpering, Himitsu slowly moved over to the wall. Jack, the smaller of the two stallions, stood up with a smile. "I didn't get a chance to try out that ass last night, so I get to go first this time, I think," he said. The other two didn't seem to really like that thought, but they acquiesced to his wishes. They leaned back on the bed, sharing a joint stroking. Their easy willingness to pleasure each other with their hands at least made Himitsu wonder just a little about how well they knew one another. Were they better friends than he thought, or were they just random buddies that enjoyed this sort of messing around? He couldn't help that curiosity.
However, those thoughts were pushed from his head as Jack reached down for his panties and ripped a hole in the back of them. He didn't bother pulling them off, just ripped a hole big enough for his cock near his ass hole. "That's it," Jack said with a little smile. "You look so sexy in those panties that I can't bear to fuck you with them off." He laughed, obviously joking a little bit, but apparently he had quite a thing for the panties on males.
The husky looked back and down at the large cock that the horse planned to stick in him. It wasn't quite as big as Eric's, but it was big enough, and he shivered at the thought of that thing sliding into his hole. Closing his eyes tight, he leaned against the wall again, his face pressed against the painted walls. It wasn't long before he felt the broad head of the male's member press against his hole, and he gasped as the thick shaft pressed into him. It wasn't quite as bad as Eric's cock in his ass last night, but it was pretty damn big and he gasped from the way it pressed in so deep so quickly.
A broad hand pressed against his shoulders, holding him against the wall, and another grabbed him by the hip. The horse wasn't taking any chance of him slipping away from him now, that was for sure. Groaning as he felt the horse's balls against his butt, Himitsu clenched his eyes shut yet tighter, his body unconsciously tightening up as the horse pushed himself further and further in. He didn't know whether to cry out from the stretching or moan from the slight bit of pleasure that he got when the cock shaft rubbed against that little button of his prostate. Just like with Eric last night, it proved to be a confusing mix, leaving him gasping for air and begging for it both to stop and never end.
"Yes, you like that, don't you, little slut," Jack whispered to him, shoving against his shoulders a little harder. The painted wall shoved against his cheeks, almost enough pressure behind his head to guarantee an imprint of the shape. The horse slowly started pulling out, his size so much that there was almost an audible suction from the pressure of his pulling out. It drew another gasp for breath from the husky's lips, a sound that made the other males laugh at him. "Oh, yeah, this slut wants it bad...he pretends that he hates it, but he really loves it, doesn't he? Don't you?" Jack laughed as he pulled partway out, having gone slow, and then slammed in as hard and fast as he could. The pressure from the thrust actually drove the entire front of the husky against the wall, leaving him flat against it.
This was very entertaining for Jack, Eric, and Fred, and they laughed as much as they moaned as the husky was fucked. Jack definitely was enjoying himself, slamming forward faster and faster now that he had given up the pretense of being gentle. He grunted softly, his low hanging balls slapping loudly against the panty clad husky ass, each thrust drawing a gasp, a moan, or a yelp from the canine. He grinned, the hand on the husky's hips reaching down and grabbing at the thigh. He pulled at the stockings, pulling them out and then letting them fall back against the skin. These ones were particularly elastic, and slapped back almost painfully. The slaps of the stockings only made him grin more, knowing that they would be leaving marks that the husky would keep for a while.
Himitsu wasn't sure what to think. Every thrust slammed into his ass with as much force, if not more, than the last, and the feeling of the horse's balls slapping against the panties, sometimes hitting his own through them, was almost arousing. He didn't want to like this, not any little bit of it, but there were times and some thrusts that made him actually like the feeling. It was wrong, he was being raped, he kept telling himself, and for now, that was enough to keep from actually moaning all the time. Still, he couldn't help but feel a surge of some sort of pleasure to his cock through his prostate, particularly now that his ass was starting to get stretched out from the sex. It didn't make sense that he could enjoy any of this, but he was.
After a few minutes, he felt the hand on his thigh take a better grip, and before he knew it, his leg had been pulled up in the air. The muscles in his thigh screamed at the stretch, almost a full split, but against the strength that the stallion had in his arms, there was no way he could pull his leg back down. He shrieked in mixed pain and pleasure as the thrusts from his rapist continued, slamming into his hole, the panties actually getting pulled back and forth by the rapid thrusts, a dull, but still heard 'whap whap whap' as they slid from side to side, slapping against his ass.
The new angle did more than make his leg muscles hurt, though. With his legs spread so far, it actually tightened up his ass hole again, forcing him tight against the horse's shaft. He gasped for breath at how full he felt, unable to beg the horse to pull out, no matter how much he needed Jack to pull out. There wasn't the slightest respite. It was like the extra tightness had re-energized the horse, making him need to fuck all the more, making him need to orgasm all the more.
Thankfully, the tightness seemed to pull some of the stamina out of the equine as well. The harsh thrusts continued for maybe a minute or two more before Jack filled his ass with cum with a loud whinny. Himitsu hissed softly as he felt some of it dribble out of his hole, the sensitive, stretched skin actually burning a little bit as cum flowed over it.
Jack pulled back, giving his panty covered ass a slap with his cock before sitting down on the bed. Unable to keep holding himself against the wall, the husky slumped down to the ground with a sigh, panting and gasping for air after the brutal fucking.
The coyote and the other stallion smiled as the stood up from the bed, both of them sporting twitching hard-ons that showed obvious signs of arousal, desperately needing relief. "What do you think we should do with him now, Fred?" Eric asked, the two well endowed males standing over the husky. "Looks like he's going to need a little bit to get him moving again."
"Ah, I don't think so, Eric," Fred said with a little laugh. "Just gotta treat him right, and he'll start right up again." Fred reached down into the husky's panties, grabbing onto his cock. He gave it a few quick strokes, and despite himself, Himitsu started panting in arousal. The fucking up his ass definitely had him hard, and the few strokes, particularly with his cock head rubbing against the inside of the panties, were almost enough to get him off right there and then. Thankfully, Fred stopped when he started coming around, or he might have cum rather hard from the touches of those raping him. He didn't know if he could have taken that sort of humiliation. Again.
"See, told ya," Fred said with a laugh. He walked around to the husky's hind end, stroking a hand along the pink panties and pinching the husky's butt through them. "I'm going to be the one that enjoys his ass, though. I don't want to miss the chance to stuff this pretty little hole, and Jack didn't stretch him out quite as much as you did last night. You can just take his mouth, if you want relief."
"Fine by me. I want to see if he chokes on my cock as much as he did on yours," Eric said with a shrug. Himitsu found himself being rolled over onto all fours, his legs kicked apart by the coyote and his hips grabbed tight in the coyote's strong hands. Eric did the same near his face, a large hand grabbing his ear and directing him to look forward. A massive shaft, the same one that had fucked his ass last night and left him gaping, lay across his muzzle and between his eyes. He went a little cross eyed trying to look at it, and he blushed as he sniffed a little at the musky balls that pressed against his nose. Against his will, he shivered at the sheer manliness of the smell, unsure how to respond to it.
Rather than waiting for him, the two males just started using him as a toy. Eric used his free hand to lever Himitsu's jaws open and wedged his cock between his lips. The shaft stretched his jaws wide, forcing them open to fit that long piece of meat in his mouth. It was thicker than the coyote's had been, and it reached back to the end of his throat already. If that monster was pressed all the way in, he wouldn't just start blacking out; he'd be lucky if that thing didn't start pressing down on his stomach. At least, that was how it felt. It was probably exaggeration, but that was the way that it looked like and felt like.
He couldn't even whimper in protest around it, considering how quickly it had been shoved into his mouth. Gagging and gasping for air around it, Himitsu found his head being forced down on the shaft. It shoved its way into his throat, and every breath he tried to suck in was like trying to suck air through a stuffed up nose; half of it didn't get through, and the other half went through at a much slower pace. He already saw spots, his eyes starting to roll up in his eye sockets.
That was the point where Fred decided to drive his cock up his ass.
The feeling of another cock going into his hole woke him right back up, forcing him to suck air harder around the cock in his mouth. "Oooooh, God that was good," Eric said with a grin, hissing a little bit in his own pleasure. "Good timing, Fred. Got the slut to really suck around my cock there."
"Good to hear...man, he's good an ass on him," the coyote said with a grin. He spanked the pink panties covering the husky's rump, grinning a bit at the way the fabric rubbed around. "Still tight, even after Jack had his fun. We'll probably have to do something about that later, don't you think?" Fred said. The husky wasn't sure just how far the coyote was in his ass, but he could tell that there was still some more to go. After all, those balls weren't pressed against his ass yet, and that was the only sign that he could rely on for sure to know that one of these guys were all the way in his ass. He hated the fact that he was already getting better at judging that, but he was learning against his will here.
Both males humped back and forth, slowly driving their cocks further and further into him. Every time that Eric pulled back, Himitsu took the chance to get a little bit more air. Every time that Fred thrust in forced him to gasp, releasing a little bit of the air and making him all the more desperate for his next breath. It was a constant game for them, it seemed, seeing how far they could press into him and how hard before he'd lose consciousness from lack of air. For the husky, it was a nightmare far exceeding the one where Fred had been choking him with his cock.
The husky rocked back and forth, the outline of his cock quite present in his panties. It embarrassed him to no end to be hard while being treated like this, but something about his air supply being cut down to almost nothing and the constant stimulation to his prostate not only had him hard as hell but leaking into his panties. A little wet patch reminded him of how he felt every time he was shoved forward or back, the wet cloth rubbing against his member and against his crotch. There was no chance that the coyote at least had missed the smell, and he blushed as he heard the loud sniffing of the other canine.
"Oh, he's loving this, Eric," Fred said with a laugh. "He's hard and he's letting out lots of pre. Feel down there, tell me I'm right." The coyote's voice was so eager that it almost made Himitsu want to throw up, though that very well might have been the feeling of the coyote's knot starting to form. It was still small enough to slide back and forth with each thrust, but each time it slid up his ass, he winced, anticipating it getting hard enough to actually hurt sliding out.
He yelped as he felt a hand sliding down from his head and over the wet spot in the panties, and blushed as the stallion rubbed his fingers over the spot a few times. "Hehe, you're right, Fred. Very wet down there, just like the good little bitch he's supposed to be. That's it, slut, make your panties nice and wet for us...we like seeing you enjoy being fucked." The two of them were grinning ear to ear, and the husky blushed further. He felt like his face was going to burn off if they were going to keep treating him like this, he really, really did.
"You know, I think this guy needs something special," Fred said. He pulled back a little bit, only leaving the head of his member inside of Himitsu's ass. Outside of Himitsu's field of view, he waved for Jack to come back over. The two of them whispered to one another for a few seconds, adding to the husky's worry and anxiety, before he felt a new pressure against his ass. He also felt something sliding under him, and he peered down the side of his muzzle to see Jack slowly sliding under him. Then...that new pressure against his ass....that was...that was...
"That's right," Jack said, looking up at him. "You're going to get double stuffed. Ready Fred?" he asked.
"Ready, Jack. One...two...THREE!" Both the horse and the coyote shoved forward at the same time, two thick cocks entering the husky's body at the precise same moment. He screamed around Eric's shaft, his eyes watering from the feeling of being stretched out so much, his rim actually feeling like it was ripping, or at least on the verge of it. Why it wasn't actually ripping like a piece of paper was beyond him, but he didn't care why. He just wanted those cocks out, out out!
Not that his needs mattered to the horses and coyote; they just found the extra tightness that much more delicious, and used it for all its worth. Eric slammed his cock forward, jamming it down into Himitsu's throat so far that he couldn't breathe around it, while Fred and Jack slammed back and forth, one sliding into his ass as the other one pulled out, a pistoning motion that continuously shoved him forward against Eric's crotch. There was no way for him to wiggle free, so he could only take the abuse that they put his body through.
Before long, Fred's knot slipped up his ass, pulling a shout so loud and shrill that it even managed to get out past the cock gag that he had down his throat. The vibrations from his scream and the way his throat clamped down on the cock inside pulled Eric to his climax, while his ass clamping down on the large coyote meat and knot did the same for Fred. Both of them moaned as they came, and Himitsu felt the sickly feeling of cum being spurted into his body, his ass burning from the stretching it was going through and the saltiness of the cum definitely didn't help that much in the least.
He panted around the cock in his mouth, desperately trying to catch his breath. That proved impossible, both because of the thick piece of meat still in his throat and from the fucking that he was getting from behind from Jack. That horse just wouldn't let up, even with his hole more or less sealed by the coyote's knot.
The lack of air from the stallion's thick, long shaft in his mouth slowly brought spots back to his eyes. No air passed through his nose since he was pressed flush against the horse's crotch, and slowly, he started blacking out. He couldn't see anything but blackness after a while, and even sound started to fade away. He heard something like a shout, or would have been a shout if it wasn't so quiet, and he was yanked off of the horse's cock. Falling to the ground with the sensation of something thick being ripped from his ass and something nearly as thick still pounding away, Himitsu passed out with one phrase still heard.
"That was too close...wouldn't want to lose our fucktoy of the week too soon."
A part of his brain registered the blessing and curse of knowing that he would be released in a week, but would have to suffer these guys for a week. The rest of it was just happy to lapse into blessed, unfeeling unconsciousness.
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