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A whole week had gone by. The cold, hard cave Wes had been trapped inside of had transformed into a constant, steamy and wet environment. A week of what should have been torment for the teenage horse surprised him in becoming an experience he never wished to escape from. Day in and out, Wes had lost track of time quickly, unable to see the outside world. Only the deep muffled sounds of nature outside remained when he occasionally left alone, which only soothed him more. The slight sound of traffic and school from outside the forest no longer existed for him. Wes was unsure if he was even in the forest still, unable to hear the regular sounds of the outside world, but it didn't bother him much. He had much better activities and thoughts to fill his mind with.

Tied to the floor with hands and legs, Wes was positioned ass up since the beginning, pointed and spread for his newly acclaimed 'master'. The 'master' had appeared to him as his teacher, Mr. Frankton. What appeared in class as an introverted, young new wolf teaching geography had become the most extreme and wild creature Wes had become involved with. His stature towered over the crouched horse, dark and feral to the teenager. The wolf at first looked like Mr. Frankton to Wes, but quickly lost his likeness, becoming more wild and brutal looking. Maybe it was because his actions were so much different than the way Wes saw him before, but the hunched over beast that had trapped him became a sex figure more than his old teacher.

It started out as a shock to the stallion. A small, enclosed cave away from the world, trapped with the grinning wolf that stood over him. One of the first things Wes noticed was the throbbing cock his teacher had in front of him. Its length stood up nearly to the wolf's chest, fully erect and dripping pre on Wes's spread ass. Gulping the horse acted the only way he knew appropriate: yelling for help in desperation, almost straining his vocal chords as he panicked. The wolf stood there and smiled, crossing his arms a little and watching, never having to say a word. Wes continued to yell for as long as he could hold out. Ten minutes gone by, his voice felt completely gone for the meantime, now obvious the wolf had stored him away in a cave no one outside could find or hear him from.

The rest was natural, for the most part. Wes felt abused and in horror at first, the wolf making no attempt at being gentle or slow with the act. At first it felt like, and was in a sense, rape to Wes. He had never taken something that big inside him before, or much of anything for that matter. He'd always fantasized about it, but now that the wolf was rimming against his small, untouched tailhole, Wes looked back with wide, fearful eyes. Without hesitation the dark wolf penetrated the virgin hole. Wes screamed back the best he could, twitching his ears as he felt his rear get warm and then hot. The feeling of burning emerged as his hole was stretched further, the wolf inserting his length as much as he could, pressing against the insides of the helpless horse.

It wasn't long before Wes was being pounded by the wolf for the first time. It didn't start out slow and only got faster as his tight hole was being rubbed with the wolf's hard member, every time the pink cock pressed against the edge of the horse a small trial of pre escaping the wolf. The wolf had placed its paws on Wes' shoulders, gripping hard with his long finger nails, causing the horse to wince. His tail wagging now, the wolf's knot began to form, pressing against Wes' tailhole, every thrust the knot getting bigger and spreading Wes further. The trapped horse was closing his eyes, his virgin ass being destroyed and the wolf's hard grip piercing into him. Now panting, the wolf was ready to knot and with one large thrust popped the thick knot inside the tight hole. Wes cried out in pain, his unattended cock becoming hard from the shock of the situation and lack of attention it so desperately needed. His balls were full and ready to unload quickly, the wolf's own balls hitting against Wes' every thrust. Wes looked back as the Wolf clenched his eyes and saw his balls almost as big as Wes' now, finally cumming inside the now moaning horse. Wes could've sworn the wolf's bowls weren't that big to begin with, but unable to think clearly pushed the thought away from his mind, the wolf's thick cum spilling into the horse, making him feel warm and almost more at peace with the situation as his own horse meat went from dipping pre to immediately releasing his load onto the cold cavernous floor below.

Both their orgasms lasted longer than Wes had imagined. Without time to build up his own orgasm Wes' lasted surprisingly long, spilling his seed onto the floor with every throb on his dick, almost in sync with the wolf who lasted nearly as long as him. Wes could feel the amount of cum inside him moving around as it filled him, the wolf's climax finally subsided, stayed inside him with his knot still full, lodged deep inside the new pet horse who quietly murred to himself, quickly accepting his fate but failing to look at his new master behind him.

Wes tried to think about how many times he was fucked by his Wolf every day, but failing to keep track of day and night in the cave was practically impossible for the stallion. If he had to judge it in between sleeps he presumed it had to be over fifteen times. He had even woken up in the middle of sleeping to find himself being fucked silly by his new master. What had been a chore at first became a dream come true for Wes. He could hardly imagine living without feeling his Wolf inside him, constantly filling him further and further.

He could be fucked a handful of times while his Wolf stayed knotted inside him, never leaving and only taking miniscule breaks in between having his way with Wes. Wes could feel his master's cum inside him throughout the day, a good amount filling him up and making him look nearly pregnant with twins. If he was fucked again while knotted it would only expand further until the excess was let out when his master felt relieved enough. Wes didn't mind, though. He enjoyed the pressure of his belly expanding with cum, it made him feel like a proper mate for his Wolf: A real fuck toy that could be filled again and again.

The amount of cum over just a week had become ridiculous. All the excess cum fell to the cave floor, filling up further and further, having Wes constantly be feeling cum under him. He didn't mind too much at first, but it only filled higher and higher, now at the point where most his cock was underneath all of it, cumming sporadically into it, filling it further. It was hot in its own sense to the stallion, but having his paws constantly wet with cum annoyed him a little, wishing he had some more freedom.

The last thing Wes couldn't stand about his Wolf was not being relieved by him. Wes was sensitive enough to cum when just being fucked, he had found out. But not once was he stroked or been given head to by his Wolf. He'd only been fed his Wolf's cock a few times, even, wishing he had a few more tastes of it than just being fucked in his tailhole. He'd never want to stop being mated by his Wolf, but couldn't help but crave tasting his cum fresh from his cock rather than from the excess on the floor.

Today Wes felt much more used than usual. He loved it, and couldn't believe that close to the end his Wolf had climaxed inside him five times, staying knotted. He thought it was over when his Wolf had one more in him, going back to violently thrusting inside the spread tailhole again, streams of his cum escaping out the sides of Wes. Wes moaned and lapped up some of the cum under him, feeling again and again being dominated by his Wolf. His length was fucking so hard instead of just doing quick back and forth motions with his knot lodged inside Wes the knot began popping in and out. At first a total surprise, Wes only loved the feeling more over time.

As his horny Wolf climaxed one more time, pushing hard into Wes as rope after rope of cum escaped inside him, his Wolf clenched harder onto Wes' shoulders as he took his muzzle and bit hard into the back of Wes' neck. Wes cried out in pleasure and pain, his own member climaxing for the sixth or so time today before the two finally subsided. Afterwards his Wolf did what he did every night: he left the cave for Wes to sleep and to come back the next day frustrated.

It wasn't like he was frustrated and needed to be 'taken care of'. His Wolf seemed angry he lost or couldn't find something. Wes had tried communicating or calming him down, but the Wolf ignored anything said to him. Unsure if his master could even truly understand him Wes became slightly frustrated too. Being the pet to some more wild and trivial Wolf seemed out of place. As much as Wes liked it he was slowly becoming aware of how alone he was, regardless of his affection for his dominate partner. He didn't want to escape, nor could he, but realized being a fuck toy was becoming more and more of a chore.

Wes had stopped climaxing after each 'session'. He was so used to being fucked by the now distraught wolf he couldn't get as into it. He still fell into ecstasy and remained hard, but his wolf had become more abusive and impatient. He came quickly once or twice and left Wes alone for a few hours before coming back to have his way with the horse again. Wes wasn't used to being left alone for hours on end, only when he slept. This made it even stranger that Wes was cumming less and less. He was getting less constant attention which left his balls swollen and begging to be played with. For the first time since he was trapped in the cavern Wes wanted to masturbate more than anything.

Wes had no idea how long it had been now. Time dragged on since his wolf had become more demanding and abusive towards him. Patches of Wes' short coat were missing, and scratching along his back and thighs were always stinging, cum seeping into their crevasses. Wes would only cum once or twice a day now, and didn't feel like he desperately needed to do much more. It was as though the wolf had taken his drive away from him, and Wes wasn't pleased with the situation anymore.

The wolf wasn't either. Wes could tell from the look on his wolf's face. Normally he looked angry and somewhat not completely there, like a real wild animal that would only look you in the eye to challenge you. Now his wolf stared at Wes with caution, almost as though Wes had an expiration date and his wolf was making sure he hadn't spoiled. It made Wes feel uneasy and disposable. He partly wanted to leave, at least on the outside he made it seem that way. He barely spoke a word to the wolf but he made it apparent he didn't like living in his cave. On the inside Wes understood he would have no idea what to do if he got out. How do explain being naked, belly swollen like a woman expecting a whole litter any day now, and sticky fur all over to a police officer, a man on the street, or his mother? It became too much to think about, so Wes would normally drop the subject altogether.

Without much to think about, Wes stayed silent and alone most the day. He was either sleeping or eating some of the cum pooling on the cave floor. It felt erotic and new to Wes at first, but had become an unusual chore now. At least it tasted alright, Wes thought to himself.

It had been way too long to count the days at this point for Wes, but if he had to guess on how many times he's slept he might have guessed around twenty or so. It wasn't so long when Wes thought about, but it felt like an eternity. For the past few nights the wolf appeared very occasionally, only to fuck him maybe three or four times a day. What sounded like heaven to most of his classmates at school became a bore for the needy stallion. He wasn't nearly as horny these days, but he was still just as hard and full of cum as the first day he was in the cave.

On this particular day his wolf only popped in once. Wes was asleep when he first came in to have his way, but after his typical climax the wolf popped out of the loose horse and stood quietly for a second. Wes tilted his head to see his wolf was messing with his straps. His back leg was finally released as his wolf cut the strap with his long nails. Then the other leg, and then the front. Before Wes had much to think about it he was lying down instead of ass up. For the most part anyway, his belly pushed the rest of him up of the cave floor.

Wes was confused, but slightly happy. He was being watched by the wolf carefully, to see if he would leave. The horse was unsure whether he was being told to leave or stay, so he stayed put for a minute, adjusting himself to sit on his behind for the first time in nearly a month, foot deep in cum. As he sat down for the first time he sighed and looked down to keep eye contact away from his wolf. Looking down he saw his giant belly, swollen with weeks of cum as it began slowly leaking out of his rear. He rubbed a hand across his belly and was blushing a little, thinking about how silly he looked in this whole situation.

He looked back up to the staring wolf, raging hard as always. It wasn't angry or frustrated this time. He had a blank stare, wild and only there to observe, before making a decision to put his member against Wes' face. Wes, confused at first, obliged and took the member into his mouth, thinking of teasing it and rolling his tongue around it, but his wolf eagerly pushed it all against and down his throat.

Surprised at first, Wes' tried mumbling against the meat inside him mouth, but was overcome by the pulsing, leaking member inside him. He felt his wolf press his knot into Wes' mouth and fuck him wildly. It was rough and far from what Wes was expecting, but the whole ordeal rekindled his passion for his Wolf's perfect cock.

His Wolf climaxed three times inside his mouth, filling up Wes' belly with more and more seed, just through another hole this time. Wes had climaxed with the wolf just the same, releasing his seed with more energy and love than he had in days. It was special, it was ecstatic, it was-

Wes woke up on soft ground. Dazed and out of it, he opened his eyes to blurred greenery. As his image focused he propped himself up slowly, stumbling as he stood for the first time in about a month. He propped his hand against the bark of a tree, getting his footing right before looking around.

He was in the exact spot he was before he was taken away from-the deeper woods, in the middle of the day. It wasn't bright thanks to all the trees above him and the fact that it was raining, but he was still squinting and trying to grasp what was happening.

He looked down to see himself still naked, his belly slightly less swollen, and thankfully his tailhole nicely shut, a feeling he could hardly remember. He was flushed with thoughts about what he was going to do next. He had to go somewhere, but he hadn't a clue where. He thought about how he'd been abandoned by his wolf, how he'd been lost from the earth for a month, and all the while still maintaining a hard-on.

He blushed and looked down, looking at his dripping member, and right below that a nicely set bunch of clothes. His clothes. Ripped and torn, but still his own, he picked them up. He sighed with pleasure and remorse, pulling his old shirt over his head and watching it stretch against his larger belly. Just one more problem, Wes thought to himself, the pitter patter of rain falling against his cum-soaked body.