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The chill of the air made Boris's breath condense into a fine mist each time he dragged out a huff. It seemed to coalesce into a thin screen before him as his breathing came short and panting. A cold sweat stung his skin as droplets ran down his nude, muscled build. His fur was short, well groomed and a rich caramel, with blotches of redness underneath where the bite of the whip could still be felt. A droplet slide evilly along his protruded nipple, the sore flesh screaming, having given into the constant tweaks, twists and sensational pumping they had received just moments ago. He sat in the chair perfectly still - or rather, as still as he could manage. A slight movement or a shift would reward him with yet another sharp crack of leather from behind him. He couldn't dare turn his head. Master wouldn't like that.

The thought rang with laughter in his head. He was calling him Master now. The change had come so quickly and so easily. He, a towering behemoth of a bull, peaking just under seven feet and with a body that made the gods cower in fear, was serving a Master. He might have chuckled were he not afraid of another punishment. Boris didn't want a repeat of last time, where he was stripped naked and locked outside in a cage in the middle of December. He had sworn he was going to die that night, but there Master had been the next morning, forgave him, and though he hated to tell the next part, he had cried because he was so thankful and grateful just to be back in that man's arms.

A dull ache in his gut throbbed a little, and Boris suppressed the urge to shuffle back a bit in his chair. The long horse cock dildo, modelled on that porn star CJ 'The Hammer', was driving right against his prostate, and Boris swore that the flare had since slid its way into the beginnings of his intestines. But still he remained still, continuing to sweat and grunt with the exertion of having such a thick tool lodged up there. There was a timer, somewhere - Master had said there was at least - and he couldn't get off the dildo until that timer had gone off. Boris doubted whether such a timer existed now. He was certain ten minutes was up, and that now they were nearing the half an hour mark. This must've been one of the many tests, perhaps on of endurance. Perhaps Master wanted to see how his slave might handle a cock up his hole and for how long.

Boris let out a pained moan; he couldn't help it. He'd been holding back for so long now that his ass was starting to quiver, the flesh aching beautifully with the feeling of numbness. There was a muffled slice of air before the loud crack of leather, and fiery pain blossomed all across Boris's back. He strangled back his cry of agony, knowing only voicing it would earn him a second snap. Footsteps approached, and the bull could only wince before he felt the ensnaring fingers of a paw curl around his headfur, tugging his scalp back,

"What did I tell you about making noise, bitch?" He had barely seconds to answer, so Boris bit back the indignation,

"To remain perfectly silent, sir!" He bellowed, his voice teetering on a shrill. The pain was modest, as a matter of fact. He had felt worse in his time, especially with Master, so he could manage until the feeling ebbed away as it always did. His head was thrown back forwards, his fur released from the grasp of Master. Boris risked a glance up as he kept his head bowed, something he'd learnt to do when Master had gagged him and then chained that gag to a band around his balls that would lurch tighter should he try and lift his head up. But I could see him now, just barely as I tried to look up through my brow.

He was a scrawny fellow, in actuality - the timid sort you expected to find hiding behind his desk at work from the overbearing and intimidating boss. He was a scruffy looking rabbit, with one loping ear piercing with a black ring. He had a youthful look that put him around his early twenties, and Boris only knew he had just turned twenty four as he'd been invited over for Master's twenty third birthday party a year ago. Boris was Master's fitness instructor, or rather he had been. They'd met at the club Boris ran just on the outskirts of the city, where the overweight middle and upper class joined the city's ranks of those who actually had commitment to being healthy. Boris often took on clients of his own, those who showed a real potential when it came to keeping in shape. The slender bunny didn't exactly scream bodybuilder or weight lifter, but the powerful legs and lack of fatty physique would have made him a perfect athlete. He'd struck up a repertoire with the smoky grey rabbit, and they'd often met up outside of work hours for a beer and a chat. Boris had known him then to be called Joshua who rather went by Josh to his friends. His interests had included biking, sailing, and he'd shared Boris's affinity for modelling. Something which had sparked a deeper connection was that they'd both starred in a catalogue for men's underwear. After having dug up the one Boris had kept so that he could have a portfolio of his work, Josh had made some rather flirtatious comments about the size of the bull's package. He'd expected next for the bunny to slowly make moves on him, not that Boris would have minded, having decided he was bisexual well over ten years ago when he'd turned twenty two. But no, after that he caught Josh giving him the most unnerving looks when he thought the bull wasn't looking, yet he made no move on him. It was that party that changed everything...

A warm, gentle paw stroked along the tender back, tracing the outlined red patch with a digit. The feeling was intense, and it bordered along the boundaries of pain and pleasure, in that grey area in between.

"You'd best get yourself off that cock then so I can get a good look at your hole," The rabbit growled, folding up the whip in his paws. Boris was thankful that the tool was being put away, though he knew the pain was far from gone just yet. Carefully and with a slight wince he began to pull himself off the impossible dildo, feeling the fat flare bulge out his insides. He was nearly going to cum if he went too fast, and with a lewd slurp it popped free of his new stretched hole. A rush of cold wind made him shiver and muffle a groan, the breeze curling and tantalising his sensitive and overworked rim. The beefy bull lowered himself onto all fours, just as would be expected of him, and raised his sweet rump into the air. It had taken time to get into the habit of doing this during Josh's and his first few months. Boris had never really considered bottoming for anyone until he'd met the rabbit, and suddenly to have not only his virginity taken but also some of his dignity was a radical change. But the sensations, the feel of submission and being controlled, it was unbridled and unlike anything he'd felt before. The anticipation could drive him wild with need, and he'd find himself begging to be filled however Master saw fit, regardless of circumstance. They'd even been at work one time, and Boris had pleaded with Josh to take him to the showers quickly and fuck him.

That paw returned with its warm belying touch. It smoothed over the lube already matting his fur, the dried cum stains having seeped into the undercoat - Boris had been kept down her for nearly a four days now. Whilst he hadn't been allowed outside of their dungeon, he wasn't about to give in and beg to be released. He enjoyed this too much, the thrill of it all. It gave him a heady rush that wracked his brain. A fingertip edged its way around the puffed rim of his hole, stroking the delicate flesh with a knowing evil endeavour in mind. Boris stilled for a moment, feeling something begin to slip its way into his entrance, pushing deeper and deeper, a gradual width slowly growing. At first he had thought it were Master's meat, but no, the feeling was too smooth and cold, and Boris recognised the slick pop as just when he felt like he was about to burst his hole swelled and sucked over onto a thinner portion. A very large and very pressing butt plug had just been stuffed up his tailhole, and with a wary flick he tested his innards' muscles. They hugged and coiled around the thick rubber, forcing him to hold back the weighted moan in his chest. He wondered why Master wasn't going to fuck him again. Josh always loved the feel of a well-worked ass against his cock.

The footsteps moved around him until he saw the two large bunny paws standing just in front of him. He kept his head hung low, his heavy horns leaning his head downwards as his neck dug into the leather of the collar fastened around him. It was a sign of his ownership, and though Boris hated it he was forced to wear it outside in public. Josh loved it though, and he loved how the bull squirmed whenever people asked him why he wore it. Every time he was forced to tell the truth, and each time he did so with a quiet voice and a bulge in his pants.

"Suck." Master's voice sounded out again in the dungeon, and Boris snapped to attention. Lifting up his head he was met with the usual sight of the bunny's overly thick cock. It wasn't natural, Boris knew that; Josh was a pump-fetishist, and the bull would often catch him pumping himself with the assortment of tubes and flasks, making his flesh swell to immeasurable sizes, so rich and plump to look at, and an even greater treat to feel and taste. The rabbit's size even rivalled that of his own, though for the meantime he was forbidden from touching his foot long dick as it bobbed useless below his gut, spewing streams of pre across the floor. Josh was maybe about a few inches shorter than the bull's length, but it embarrassed him to no end to admit that his Master had a thicker girth. It leaned dangerously past beer can thick, and was the product of years of hard work on Josh's part.

"Get to it!" Boris realised he'd been ogling at the one-eyed monster that swayed in front of him, and after being shouted at, he felt a paw lunge and grab his horns, slamming his muzzle down onto the giant. Master was relentless, and humped the bull's head with a great vigour, never letting up to give Boris time to breathe or grow used to his jaw being stretched so violently. He wrapped his lips around the velvet flesh as best he could, suckling hard on the thickness that filled his mouth. He was gagging, though it meant nothing to Master who carried on as if nothing was wrong. That fat head rammed repeatedly against the back of Boris's throat until he had to give in, lowering his back even more to create an angle that Master would be pleased with. Down that fat cock went, sliding deeper and deeper into his gullet until the coarse pubic fur and balls of Master were mashing against Boris's snout. It must've been a sight to see; a large, powerful bull, his ass raised up in the air with a plug stuffed up his used ass, and his head being jack hammered by a rabbit half his size.

He could feel Master's swollen manhood piston through his muzzle, numbing the sensation until it was just a mere ache that met the waves of intensity coming from his hole. He knew Master would not cum, not just yet. No... He'd long since been fed his fair share of the rabbit's kit* batter, and he knew the next reserve was marked for his colon.

With a lack of grace, Master pulled his cock free from Boris's mouth; a thick slurp followed the line of spit that drooped from Josh's blunt head to the bull's lower lip. He could feel the heat bearing down on him, the sweat dripping from his body. Josh's stare was powerful, almost threatening and it shook Boris right to his core. What was to happen next was entirely up to the rabbit - Boris had no say, not even with the safe words. This was part of the deal. It was a scary moment for the bull when Master went into these modes, but that was part of the fun, or so he'd been taught. The anticipation, the fear, it was all for the reality of such primal sex. Boris would have to take whatever was coming with gritted teeth and hope to all things sane that he finds some way of enjoying it.

"Arse up, boy." Boris raised his rump without question, and whilst he cringed at the sharp slaps to his ample buttocks he held his position. He was tender without a doubt, and well beyond the point of merely managing his pain. They were in the realm now where everything had an electrifying clarity, and the bull's senses were honed in to every tiny detail. He could smell the musk, the stench of leather and the heavy odour of Josh's carnal lust. Neither of them had washed, so both of them stank of their love making - if you could call this love. Boris would have, without a doubt though he didn't quite understand why. He would have said trust, most of all, because he did genuinely trust Josh. He trusted him even as he began to insistently pull at that plug that grated in his ass. The sleek fingers prised at the base that was flush with his mounds, tugging it backwards. The rim stretched and protested, but having very little resistance left to muster, the black, slick surface came into view, slipping back out into the open. It dropped to the floor with a wet flop, as Boris's hole closed shut on itself, the edges puffy and begging. Master was all too happy to oblige, and Boris allowed himself to moan quietly as Josh pushed the meaty tool into his opening.

But something else followed; the shape didn't match what the bull was used to. Master's length was smooth, as though ironed and free of creases and bulges. Boris had always marvelled at what years of pumping had done, to the point where Josh's manhood was flawless in its touch. The veins were no longer apparent to the fingers, and it was though every texture had been evened. Over their time spent together, Boris had gotten used to the sensation of having something so unreal fucking him, and he had begun to really enjoy it eventually. But this... Something thickly ridged and asymmetrical was pushing its way inside him. His hole folded over the new intruder, and he felt the form move, shift ever so slightly deep within the confines of his ass. Then he felt them, each individual finger of Josh's paw, wrapped around his dick buried deep in the bull's hole. It was elegant, in a way, that the rabbit was of such a size that made the penetration both possible with his paw and cock, whilst yet still big enough to be felt by Boris, and to leave him breathless and whimpering.

Once more the pace was picked up with brutal intensity; Master wasted no time in going slowly for Boris to grow used to this new kink. It was straight into the pounding; with short, rapid thrusts, Josh humped into his own paw and pushed ever so deeper into the bull's ass. With the sheer force, he very nearly crushed Boris onto his chest, but with a firm spank and a harsh tug of the bull's tortured nipples, the rabbit had him tuned back to attention,

"Hold this position, you slut. You dare move, and you can stay the night in your cage." The bull's stance firmed up, and despite the neglect to his own cock, and despite the viciousness, he remained as steady as he could. The cage was awful, and truly Josh only used it as punishment for Boris. The rabbit sensed the new strength within the male he was rutting, and grabbing onto one horn he began to really drive down hard into the bull, squeezing and massaging his length inside the warmth of his guts. It took him only a few minutes until he could feel the need building, and with a mighty howl he unloaded his seed. He carried on jacking himself off as jet after jet coated the bull's insides.

He wasn't quite done yet though. As the remaining dregs of his cum leaked into Boris's full gut, he pulled his paw free from the slick hole. It was drenched in lube and jizz, and Josh evilly slid the whole thing into Boris's gawping mouth, clearly having been set onto the tips of his hooves after such a harsh rutting. Due to the rabbit's size, the paw was sealed inside by the bull's leathery lips, and he suckled obediently. Josh leaned in close though, still holding the horn within his clean paw. He tilted the submissive bull's head to the side, and pressed his mouth next to his ear, whispering in that commanding tone,

"Cum, you little bitch."

In that instant, Boris knew he would have to follow orders. It didn't take him much. Just the simple thought at having been given permission to cum, and that somebody else controlled his body like a deranged puppet master, sent him over the edge. Without even touching himself, without barely any sexual touch at all save for the limp cock still plugging his ass, he came hard. Groans of pained lust sounded out around the rabbit's wrist as thick rivers of bull seed splattered across the floor. Master chuckled lightly, pulling his paw free and wiping the saliva off on the bull's exposed reddened back,

"Clean that up."

Boris leant down, lapping up at his spent deposit happily, knowing this was his place. He carried on doing his duty as Josh wiped himself down on a towel, a great big grin on his face and his eyes lit up as though he were a child on Christmas.

"That, babe, was the best birthday present ever." Boris flicked his tail in a giggly stupor. He had handed Josh his card on his birthday, and the rabbit had looked a little downcast at having no present, but inside had been a coupon for a week's worth of unrestrained, pure domination and sex. It made Boris's balls ache to think that they still had a few more days to go...

"I can't wait to see what you're going to give me next year."

Neither could Boris.