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Sunder cursed and spat at Fahl's retreating back, but he just waved and left, his cock swinging heavily between his thighs as he strode out, his clothes dragging in one hand. Sunder kept cursing him for a good minute, until he figured he was probably out of earshot. Fuck. He was dizzy with lust, like all his blood was in his cock and not his brain, and he could feel it pulse with each heartbeat, achingly hard.

He vainly jerked forward again, his cock bobbing so close he got a dribbling mouthful of his slowly spurting precome, but not close enough for him to touch, even with his lips stretched out, puckered. He made an angry, frustrated moan as he rolled his hips back and forth, grinding the shaft of his cock against his stomach and chest, moaning a little as Fahl's load kept dripping from his reamed-open ass. Fuck, he'd been so close, so many times already, and it felt like his cock was going to explode if he couldn't manage to come soon, and not in a sexy way.

He went crosseyed staring at his cockhead, bobbing just in front of his muzzle as he started a rhythm. His cock thrust slowly, gingerly, through his coat, the tiny pinpricks of contact with his shaggy horsehair enough to get him off given time. It figured that just then there was a thump at the door, startling Sunder enough that he lost the slow roll of his hips and his cock swing out, away, like it was a thing with its own mind.

He glared at the door, only then noticing really that there was someone at the door; that's why there had been a noise. He could tell he wasn't thinking very clearly, but he was just so fuckin' horny it was like a buzz across all his senses, just getting louder and louder.

It was a human, or, no, a bunch of humans. They all looked like... humans: short, various shades of tan, defined muscles. Like pretty much everyone at Genmel, they wore the least amount of clothes they could get away with given the heat; they were all wearing dull shorts or pants and a colored bandanna covering their heads. They looked vaguely familiar, just like everyone else, and if he hadn't been so distracted by his cock he might've been able to place them.

They were just distracting enough to make the buzz of his orgasm fade back again, and just as he started to growl at them and tell them to get in here and jerk him off there was a commotion as someone pushed past them. It was just another human, the same as any of the others, but after a half-second Sunder placed the red bandana on his head-- it was the same guy he'd come close to jerking off in a corridor, not a half-hour ago.

The rest of the humans looked at least a little spooked to see him tied down like this, but the red-bandanna'd guy shoved right past them and grinned at him as he walked closer, kicking off his sandals with a barely-audible shuff as he clamored up on the mattress, his hand already opening his shorts and fishing out his cock.

The rest of the group remained staring from the doorway, like they were worried he would, like, see them if they stepped inside. But red-bandana knelt up on the damp mattress and shoved his half-hard cock against the side of Sunder's muzzle, grinding it through his messy coat. Sunder snorted, at least amused by the guy's temerity even if he was totally ignoring his cock, dripping heavy gobs of precome against his chest.

The guy, Red, actually pulled his head to one side and tugged his mouth open, which had been completely fucking annoying when Balio did it but was somehow a little endearing when he could've gored the guy through if he really wanted to. The guy was a little sweaty, like everyone was, but it was just a usual human smell. He kind of wondered what he smelled like to them, given how they smelled to him. His pubes ground against his nose, more pungent, as his lips worked against Red's half-hard cock, slurping audibly.

Red moaned and thrust his cock back and forth through his lips, glancing off his smooth teeth, still grabbing at his head and horn like he could steer that way, and Sunder wondered if he was enacting some fantasy he'd had for a long time. That was a foregone conclusion, really; the real question was how much of it was part of his fantasy. The guy groaned again and lined up his cock with Sunder's mouth, and Sunder obligingly opened up and let him sink his cock into his muzzle.

Humans were kind of a mixed blessing; they had nice cocks, small enough to fit them all in his mouth easily, but that meant they couldn't ever make him feel filled up the way someone like Fahl could. But he bobbed back and forth on the guy's cock, tonguing along his stiffening length, until the guy pulled back with a wet slurp, his cock rock hard and bobbing up in front of his face, glistening with spit.

Red walked around him and knelt on the end of the mattress, between Sunder's spread legs. He grabbed hold of his fetlocks and shoved forward, hilting his cock in one thrust. He could feel-- and hear-- Fahl's load squelch out of his ass as Red started thrusting, drooling down his ass crack in a thick trail.

Sunder groaned a little, and his cock kicked against his chest, dribbling out more precome. Getting fucked by humans was never that satisfying, and especially right after taking Fahl. It was better than nothing, though, and the guy was at least getting into it. His hips slapped against Sunder's ass with enough force to jostle his aching balls, and given how close he was to coming just that felt almost mind-shatteringly blissful.

Some of the guys huddling around the door finally worked up the guts to step inside, so that Sunder was quickly surrounded by them, all of them shirtless and half of them openly jerking themselves off.

Red kept fucking him swiftly, hunching his cock in and out in sloppy strokes that made it blaringly obvious that he wasn't the first person to fuck him today. The rest of them just stared, at his ass or at his cock, but finally one of them reached out to him, feeling across his shoulder, through his matted hair until he pinched roughly at one of his nipples and Sunder just arched up and groaned. He was a little paler than some of the other guys, and his bandanna was faded and worn; grey now even though it probably used to be black. He stepped closer, grinding his cloth-covered erection against Sunder's upper arm as he reached across his chest and worked over his nipples, tugging and twisting them as Sunder's cock spurted out messy trails of precome between his pecs.

The grey-bandanna's man knelt on the edge of the mattress and ground his cock against the side of Sunder's face as the other men surrounding him finally overcame their nerves and reached out too, and Sunder's loud whinnying moan was cut off as Grey shoved his cock, already hard, into his mouth, past his spread lips.

He started sucking with no complaint as Grey grabbed hold of his head, one hand curved along the top of his skull, the other grasping against his thick neck. Other people, like disembodied hands, hands felt across his body, teasing his balls and almost scratching along his abs, across the soaking and matted hair covered by his throbbing cock. As if by group agreement they never touched his cock, or rather the only touches were glancing and fleeting as they felt up his huge muscular body.

Strong hands grabbed hold of his sweaty flanks, ruffling his coat as they groped across his inner thigh to just below his taut balls. Someone grabbed at his leg, trying to reposition it, and in the mean time he felt someone's mouth across his ankle, licking and sucking up towards his hoof. His leg was propped up in the air, against someone's shoulder or hip or something, and almost immediately after he felt another cockhead press against his asshole. It slid in easily against the cock already inside, two human-sized cocks still nothing compared to Fahl's girth. The wet slurping noises as they fucked him increased, sounding louder as they thrust back and forth, sometimes in harmony and sometimes in counterpoint.

Sunder was still bobbing back and forth on Grey's cock as he spasmodically squeezed his hands against the back of his head; his fingers tangled up in his ruined mohawk. He came suddenly with a grunt, the usual paltry few shots spurting in the back of his mouth, heavy and slightly salty. Sunder sucked on his cock as he drew back, his cock still oozing the last of his load. Practically immediately after another man stepped up and thrust his cock into his muzzle. This one was long, or at least long enough for it to almost reach the back of his mouth when his balls were grinding against Sunder's chin, and he gripped his head tight and started thrusting his cock into his mouth with a series of wet slurps.

All this and there was no way his own body wasn't starting to react to it all. His cock was spurting precome all across his neck and head as he bobbed back and forth on the man's cock, one eye closed as webs of precome splattered across his face. Every thrust of the cocks in his ass made his balls jounce heavily, and his cock spurted out streamers in response, hard enough they streaked across the hands clasping his head and hit the wall beyond.

There were more men surrounding him, grinding their stiff cocks against his flanks as they jerked off. Hands pinched and pulled at his nipples, while more stroked across his muscled body, grinding through his matted coat. There were hands clasped around his legs and rubbing against his ass, so much so that even when one reached up, along his balls, he didn't register until they grasped firmly around his bloated sheath.

Just from that alone his cock kicked strongly, and an especially heavy burst of precome soaked his head. The guy fucking his face moaned and pulled out to stroke himself as he came, splattering his load across the side of Sunder's face. Sunder gaped his mouth open, tongue lolling out to lap at the head of his cock as it dribbled the last of its load, and as the man stepped aside two more stepped up, their cocks bouncing heavily as they walked, until they bobbed in front of his open mouth, just a scant distance between the two. Sunder opened wide and twisted his tongue, licking across their heads, and they both moved forward, their hips colliding awkwardly as they shoved both their cocks into his open mouth.

The hand on his cock stroked upwards as the two men jostled against each other, their cocks pushing slowly into his mouth, and Sunder moaned, muffled, as whoever was touching his cock clasped his slippery hand around the flare of his cock, squeezing and stroking at the junction where his shaft met his cockhead. Another burst of precome shot out, hot and heavy across his head, gathering in the hollow of his neck in a slick, shallow pool. The right side of his face was completed covered in his precome, slathering down in slow waves as he shot out even more, enough that he had to close both eyes, a slick trickle of it sliding down to the other side of his head, face down against the mattress.

Whoever was jerking him off was joined by another hand, stroking near the base of his cock, his fingers teasing around the rim of his sheath. They pulled his cock to point straight up, roughly pulling muscles in his gut taut as they stood out in relief against his skin, tight now. A third hand groped along his stomach, rubbing fingertips in trails around the base of his cock, even under his balls. His precome ran down his shaft in wet streamers, coating all of the hands in the copious, slippery fluid.

He let out another moan, not quite muffled by the cocks in his mouth, as the hands on his cock all stroked and squeezed, stroking faster even as his precome burst out of his cockhead in ever-greater amounts. With an electric lurch, someone lapped at the blunt head of his cock, his lips spread around part of the huge flare as his tongue lapped against his slick flesh. Sunder practically bellowed as the hot wet mouth slid all around the edge of his cockhead, his tongue wet and firm against his straining flesh.

His balls started to pull up, he was so close, his heavy ballsack tightening and drawing close to the base of his shaft as he felt the growing inevitability of orgasm swell up inside him. The men noticed or at least one of them did, since one of them straddled him, sitting on his stomach with his cock ground up against the front of Sunder's huge shaft, and his mouth (since it was him who had been sucking on him, apparently) locked around his cockhead, both hands stroking the tip of his shaft swiftly, with a wet sucking slurp as his hands skidded through the streaming layers of precome drooling down his shaft.

Sunder's whole body lurched and heaved as he got closer, uselessly struggling against the ropes binding his arms as he tried to get free, his stomach rippling as he tensed up, sending the guy sitting on his stomach rocking up and down. Precome spurted messily out of his cock, and he knew most of it had to be splattering all over the guy's face. He wished he could have seen it. He was huffing louder and louder, and it seemed like half the guys had frozen in place, probably staring at him as he felt his cock finally, finally throb and lurch, the first streak of come lancing out of him with the force of a punch.

The guy sucking him off let out a loud husky moan that cut off in a gurgle as he splattered his face with a bolt of come, but he kept jerking off the end of his cock as he came, in blasts strong enough to shoot high up in the air and come crashing down all across his body. The hands wrapped around his cock just kept him pointed up, and the guy sitting on his stomach seemed to be getting the brunt of it. He could feel his come slowly trickle down the guy's front in huge, wet waves from where he was pressed against his cock, even as he kept shooting more and more out, most of it slapping against the man's face with a dull wet splat. The man tried locking his lips around the gaping-open hole, getting more than a few mouthfuls with the first blast he caught. He drew back spluttering, more come slapping across his face as Sunder thrust uselessly forward, his hips thumping down solidly against the sopping, broken mattress.

The man reached down to stroke himself off, only grinding one hand roughly against his cock, still pressed tight against the base of Sunder's shaft, before he shot off with a groan, spurting his little load against Sunder's shaft, quickly buried as Sunder's come ran down his cock in wet ribbons.

His orgasm finally wound down, a wet burble still drooling from his cock as he splayed out bonelessly on the mattress, aware again as his senses expanded that he still had guys surrounding him, two in his mouth and two in his ass and who knew how many surrounding him, in addition to the guy still sitting on him, stroking his heavy, turgid shaft.

The two men thrusting into his ass shot off almost instantly after he sagged back, his asshole gripping their cocks tightly. One came with a grunt, followed just a few seconds later by the other man, shooting up inside his already come-filled ass. They pulled out with a wet slurp, the last of their loads shooting against his reddened asshole. They kept touching him, though, their hands ruffling up his legs as they lowered his legs, this hands tracing along the heavy heft of his calves and thighs until they were both groping his balls and upturned ass.

Involuntarily, Sunder felt his half-hard cock twitch and harden, groaning around the cocks in his mouth as he already started hardening again. Shit, he knew he could get hard quick after coming, but this was just an entirely different thing with his cock practically still dripping out the last of his come and already stiffening up again, wedged along the chest of the man sitting on his stomach.

His stiffening cock wasn't missed by the men; one of them let out a low whistle and a few more groaned and reached out to grasp him, his cock suddenly entirely encircled by what felt like a dozen hands, any one of them just barely able to grasp over halfway around his shaft. Sunder thrust his cock through the hot slick tunnel they formed, his cock already dripping out more precome, his balls feeling huge and weighty like they'd been filled with lead.

One of the men fucking his mouth finally grabbed hold of his head and pulled him hard. He slammed his cock roughly into Sunder's mouth and came in surprisingly heavy spurts, even though all of it was still way less than a single shot from Sunder's cock. But he still hummed and swallowed, drank down the guy's load. The man pulled out and slapped his cock against the side of his face, splattering him further with come.

Someone else settled across his thighs, sitting facing his cock. The weight of it was enough to force his hips down into the wrecked mattress, and the two men sitting astride him leaned forward, sandwiching his cock between their chests as they kissed, loud enough that Sunder could hear the wet plosive cracks as their lips met and slid apart.

The man sliding his dick across his face pulled back and moved his fingers across Sunder's face with surprising gentleness as he wiped layers of stringy come off from around his eye, until finally Sunder tried opening it again, blinking repeatedly as threads caught on his eyelashes, stringing out between his cheek and brow.

He slurped slowly at the cock still in his mouth as the other man moved down, his hands already reaching for Sunder's nipples. The scene before him, now that he could actually see again, was hectic. There were maybe a dozen guys in the room, most of them stripped naked, and they were circled around him tightly enough he couldn't see past. The ones that weren't actually touching him were jerking themselves off or jerking each other off, their cocks all pointed at him. The two guys sitting on him were making out above his cock, their hands alternately on his cock and on each other, and the one whose back was to him was caked in his load, in huge wet strings all across his sides and shoulders. His chest was slick enough that it slurped as he ground forward against his stiff cock, sticking up like a pillar between them, and even though Sunder couldn't see his face from the angle he would bet it looked like he'd, well, gotten a huge load pumped all across it.

Someone's fingers pushed into his slack asshole and he grunted, his cock spurting an arc of precome that splattered across the flushed, sweaty faces of the men sitting on him, and Sunder looked past them to get a glimse of red-bandana, on his knees with his hands splayed across his ass, one hand delving into his ass.

At the same time Red was slowly working his fingers into his ass, one of the men sandwiching his cock-- his bandana, apparently, was green, and it was the only scrap of clothing he had left on -- slid a hand down his shaft, at the way to his sheath, and ground his fingers against the tight, bloated edge of his sheath. His fingers pressed inside, slowly forcing his fingers into the hot confines of his sheath, his palm a firm pressure against the side of his cock as he pushed further. The man he was making out with joined in, his fingers sliding along the edge of Green's hand until they pushed down into his sheath. The stretch of his sheath was a dull, pleasant ache, but every little movement of their trapped fingers felt like lightning running up and down his cock, his senses going wild as they reached down further, feeling across the absolute root of his cock, where no one had touched him before, ever.

The other guy in his mouth finally came too, pulling out before he shot off to hose him down with his load, shooting across his brow and leaving strings of come dangling from his ears, shooting into his mane, already tangled and matted. But before the man could even step back he was pushed aside as two more men stepped out, their cocks hard and shiny, one on each side of his head. They knelt own him, their cocks already clashing against each other above his head, and angled his head up like he was just a poseable doll until he could lap at their shiny, dripping cockheads.

Meanwhile, even as the two men sitting on him stroked his cock and pushed their fingers into his packed sheath, Red pushed his fingers deeper into his ass, twisting and pushing them around as they sunk effortlessly deeper. His other hand wiped in circles around his asshole, flushed and red after Fahl, and it was only with a little push that he sunk his knuckles into his ass, dragging his palm across the rim of his asshole.

Sunder grunted between slurping across the cocks in his mouth, and only a moment later Red pulled his hand back, twisting it around as it popped out with a wet slurp and a burble of come. He closed his hand into a fist and pressed his knuckles against Sunder's asshole, pushing his entire hand into him. Even the broadest part of his hand wasn't as thick as Fahl's cock had been, but it was a hell of a lot larger than their cocks had been, almost enough to make his body work to fit it inside.

The man pushed deeper, twisting his slick hand around as he sunk to the wrist and then even further, half of his forearm inside Sunder's ass and fitting easily, his asshole spread wide around the muscle of his arms. As if matching him, the fingers trapped in his sheath pushed deeper as one of the men pulled his fingers out so the other could shove his entire hand in, cupping his fingers around the thick girth of his shaft. Not to be outdone, his fingers trailed up Sunder's shaft all the way to the drizzling head, and circled around the broad slit at the tip of his cock for a moment before he tried to push a finger down inside.

Sunder bellowed and all of the men surrounding him grabbed at his hips as he tried to thrust upward, his cock spraying out a huge gout of precome in all directions, around the finger pressed against the tip of his cock. His cockslit bulged open into a wide 'O' as he shot, and the man took advantage, pressing his slick finger deeper, until he was two joints deep, precome still welling up around his finger in a thick, oozing flow. Sunder writhed around, his eyes wild, and shoulders thumping back against the mattress as he tried to free his arms, desperately trying to-- get him to pull his finger out or push it deeper, even he wasn't sure. His cock was so sensitive he could barely tell if it was pleasure or pain he was feeling. But the man's finger slid deeper, until the rest of his hand was flush with his blunt, broad cockhead.

The hand-- arm in his ass slid deeper, and he jolted again as the bony joint of the man's elbow pushed past his asshole. He grunted again, slavering around the cocks in his mouth as someone grabbed at his ass cheeks and spread them wide, letting the arm inside him sink even deeper, until the broad swell of the man's bicep actually stretched his asshole, Sunder flexing the whole thing like an immense thick rubber band to pull him in deeper.

The hand in his sheath was pulled out, only to be replaced a half-second later with someone's cock, delving down into his sheath as the man grabbed his cock for leverage, already thrusting shallowly away, fucking his sheath with wet squelches as his precome drooled down inside with each thrust.

Sunder was panting, close to orgasm again already. His cock kept spraying out huge unfocused blasts of precome, in messy bursts in all directions, around the finger stuck up his cock, and his asshole was being opened up further, fingers pulling it open around Red's arm. It felt like there were a half-dozen people there, all grabbing at the rim of his ass and pulling it wide, great messy slurps of come drooling out as Red punchfucked him hard enough for his entire body to jolt. Someone else, or maybe Red with his other hand, pushed his palm flat against Red's arm and shoved it in too, another hand sinking into him up to the wrist and pushing slowly deeper, his muscled forearm pulling his red, flushed asshole taut as he forced his arm deeper.

Sunder groaned out something, mumbling around the cocks in his mouth, just now realizing that there were more bobbing in front of him, dragging against his muzzle. One of them came, streaks hitting across his face, and Sunder just moaned, letting the men fucking his face try to hilt themselves in his open mouth.

His cock shuddered with a lurch and Sunder's eyes rolled back, squeezing shut after a brief moment. His entire body abruptly jerked like he'd had a seizure; a full-body muscle spasm as he shot off again. At first his come hosed out in all directions, around the finger shoved knuckle-deep into his cockslit, but between the slickness of his come and the sheer force it had, spurting out, it only took two huge, body-wracking spurts before it popped off, and the shot after that fired with enough force to hit the ceiling with a loud splat.

There were tongues on his broad, flared-out cockhead, the two men kissing messily, come hosing across their faces and slapping against their chins as they made out. Dimly, Sunder could feel the cock shoved into his sheath come, spurting its small load as his shaft pulsed against it. It felt like his body locked out everything aside from the huge weighty heft of his dick, so hard it almost hurt, and his heavy balls below, aching as he kept coming, spraying his load up in the air like a perverse fountain, groping hands splayed all across his body, pumping his cock and feeling across his muscles, standing out in relief under his soaking, matted coat.

Sunder finally spent himself with a lurch, a final broad blast that hit absolutely everything, before his ejaculation lowered to just a final burble, a drool of come slowly oozing from his cockslit and out across the flat, flared head of his cock.

He was sure plenty of the guys had come with him, jerking themselves off, but he was completely coated in his own load already, so there was no way to tell. A few of them were still stroking themselves, the sound loud as they panted and moaned, fingers squelching wetly along cocks that already dripped with his come. Sunder just lay back, splayed out, and let them, their come shooting in heated lines across his face, chest, legs. After a second he couldn't even tell where they'd shot, so heavily caked with his own load, hot and thick and practically encasing him already.

Sunder finally tried opening his eyes, squinting through the ropes of come all across his face, and one of the men reached forward and wiped the worst of it away. He wondered if it was the same one who'd done it before.

The two men sandwiching his cock dismounted with a groan, both of them just as thickly coated with come as Sunder was, caked across their bodies, dripping down their chests and off their peaked nipples. His cock, half-hard and softening, flopped down across his stomach, the thick flesh hitting with enough force to send up a sluggish wave of come from where it had pooled on his body, sending it trickling in thick ribbons down his sides.

The wall behind him was dripping, come sheeting down in thin layers, and directly above him long tassels of come were hanging down from the ceiling, slowly pulling out longer. One of them snapped abruptly, hitting down across his thigh with a wet smack. Under him, the mattress was soggy and even more broken than before; if felt like a few more springs had gone out, and the whole thing slurped every time it moved.

"Fuck, you guys," Sunder started, raising his head up to look at them, straining his arms against his bonds, "you guys should come back some time I'm not tied down." He grinned, then let his head fall back down to the mattress with a wet squish. "That was great!"

Something clenched inside his guts, and he abruptly focused on the red-bandana'd man kneeling at the foot of the mattress. He grinned up at him, his bandana now several shades darker and soaking wet, and clenched his fist again as he slowly drew his arm from his ass. Sunder's cock, softening but still thick, spurted a final small burst, splattering across his chest as Red pulled the crest of his hand out, letting his aching asshole finally clench close, slowly.

Rather unexpectedly, he crawled forward over Sunder, his cock still hard, and lapped at the hick, coated layers of come across his stomach and chest, lapping at it as he slid up Sunder's massive body until he was lying on top of him, his hard cock grinding against Sunder's much, much larger softening one.

He leaned forward, his nose almost bumping into the end of Sunder's broad muzzle, and pressed their lips together. It was an awkward kiss, equine lips not matching up well with human, but Sunder opened his mouth in a groan and Red lapped up a thick strand of come that webbed across his open mouth. Sunder's cock twitched as the guy trailed down, licking and sucking at Sunder's fur, lapping up his thick come.

Red ground his hand against his cock as he humped, thrusting his cock against Sunder's. He came with a low groan into Sunder's mouth, his come shooting out in ropes across Sunder's cock. He finally pulled away, regretfully, his entire front caked with come from where he'd pressed against Sunder.

Sunder took a heavy breath and was just about to say something when another man knelt down beside him, pressing his face against his thickly-muscled shoulder and licking and sucking at his sopping coat. Sunder groaned, his cock shuddering and stiffening against his chest as the man licked across his chest, sucking on the heavy swell of his pecs. This one had dirty blond hair; he kind of wished he could really tell them apart, aside from checking their hair color or whatever color bandana they were wearing.

Red grabbed the guy and pulled him back, his hand reaching down to stroke the man's cock for just a second before he came with a moan, coming in wet streaks across Sunder's chest as he sagged back against Red's solid body.

"You better leave quick unless you wanna do it all again," Sunder murmured at the man, his cock hardening across his stomach. "Go gangbang Fahl, he's the one who put 'all up to it." Sunder laid back, inasmuch as he could.

Red was already walking to the door with one arm still slung around the blond man, his other hand idly tugging at his cock. But he seemed to be the focus of it all; after he left most everyone else did too, except for the few who were still pent-up enough to fuck him or just jerk off across his chest, not that any of it really made a difference. Sunder felt kind of hazy after that last orgasm, not so much sleepy or tired as, just, well, well-fucked.

Except not even a few minutes after the last man left with his shorts in hand and quite a few backward glances at him, Sunder heard the heavy thud of footfalls through the hallway again. Thankfully, it wasn't the heavy clop of hooves, but he couldn't place it until he saw a huge, dull orange figure walk past the battered-open doorway.

"Pst, hey!" Sunder yelled, his cock stiffening just at the sight of it. "Yo, Garr! C'mere!"

The footsteps halted for long enough to make Sunder roll his eyes and bite his lip in impatience, but eventually they turned and came back, until Garr stood in the doorway. He had to stoop deeply to even get in , and even then his wings were still hanging out in the hallway.

"Hn," Garr said finally, after an expectant silence.

"Oh, come on!" Sunder yelped. "I know you want this!" Maybe he didn't make the prettiest picture with his hair plastered to his skull, all sweaty and covered in come, but to Sunder that was hot anyway. Still, Garr just quirked an eyebrow up as he stared across Sunder, taking in the entire room. "Seriously, don't be all stuck up, it wouldn't kill you to get off every once and a while."

Garr laughed at that, a short low bark that nevertheless made Sunder's skin tingle all over. He had a nice voice. Garr stepped inside fully, a complicated maneuver that required shrugging and flexing his wings, and Sunder grinned up at him.

"Yes, totally, come on and fuck me," Sunder said, realizing he was kind of babbling. "I fucking wanted this since the first time I saw you."

Garr quirked an eyebrow at him, but nevertheless tugged at the elaborate knotted sash around his waist. "You seem eager."

"Oh fuck you stop being so calm and resolute, and, like, uncaring." Sunder said, practically panting as Garr's robe fell open, revealing more of his absurdly hugely-muscled chest and stomach.

Garr snorted in amusement. Sunder still had his fucking bangles and bracelets all across his arms, under the rope Balio had used, but Garr just had to strip himself completely naked. Sunder'd never even really noticed how much junk Garr wore, and it was agonizing how slowly Garr took it all off. First was the heavy blue stone bead necklace, that was obvious, and then he took off his robe. That left him wearing only the layers of cloth wrappings all across his stomach, crotch, and legs, as well as more around his wrists and ankles.

It was all skin-tight, practically, and this was way more naked than he'd ever seen Garr before. He was straining forward against the ropes, honestly drooling a little as Garr shifted, carefully removing what seemed like a neverending stream of tiny little jewelery. He took off a horn ring, for crying out loud! He turned half around, like he hadn't even noticed Sunder staring at him, and steadied himself on one leg to pull off one of the ankle wrappings. Sunder just stared at his ass the entire time, at the huge swell of his thigh, right where the wrappings covered his upper thigh, so tantalizingly close to his ass. He swallowed heavily.

Sunder was fully hard again already, just from watching him, and his cock stretched up almost to his chest, bobbing slowly up and down with each tiny movement Sunder made. Garr calmly untied the fabric across his arms and let the wrappings unspool onto the rather filthy ground as he turned his attention to the cloth around his hips. If the mattress had been in an actual frame, Sunder would have kicked the footboard, just to get his attention, but instead he lay there in impatient silence. His cock was leaking precome again, a steady slow drip as he stared at Garr.

Slowly, with great fastidiousness, Garr unwound his bindings in a neat roll. Each strip of fabric wound up revealed more of his muscles, heavy and defined, all the way down to a muscled mound just above his cock. Sunder felt like there should be a fanfare when he pulled one more line and he could finally see the base of his cock and part of the shaft, soft but gigantic.

It seemed like no time went by after that; Sunder maybe had focused on the huge weight of Garr's cock to distraction. But soon enough he had stripped the fabric from his tree-trunk thighs and sauntered towards him. His cock swung between his thighs, his balls hanging below in his sack like absurdly huge, massive oblong fruit. And he was shaped like a human, despite his size-- hanging on the outside, short and thick, with a thick, heavy foreskin covering the tapered head.

And it definitely matched Garr's hulking frame. Even limp, it was bigger than any human cock he'd ever seen, and even bigger than some of the cocks of the smaller Clans he'd seen. One of his balls alone looked bigger than both of his-- definitely bigger, as he stared at his drooping sack, swinging back and forth, sliding against his thighs as he walked. And hard-- well, he was about to find out, but the way things looked he probably had the biggest cock he'd ever seen; nothing else even close.

Maybe it was because he was staring so hard at his cock, but he didn't even notice Garr was close until he got up on the mattress and the whole thing sagged under his weight; several more springs burst out the bottom with a dissonant twang. Sunder started back, surprised, or would have if his shoulders weren't stuck in place.

Garr reached down and started tugging on his cock, slowly stroking back and forth as it lengthened. Sunder spread his legs as wide as possible, bringing the ropes taut, and Garr shifted into the gap, his huge knees pressing against the sides of Sunder's thighs. Garr's ankles were as thick around as the broadest part of Sunder's thigh, he saw, and dragged his eyes up Garr's gargantuan frame. Garr's huge muscular thighs were bigger around than any body part he could think of, although thankfully thinner than his own barrel chest.

But as Garr got closer he leaned forward and braced one hand against the wall behind Sunder's head, his other still stroking his cock, now right in front of his face. He was hardening, the loose foreskin sliding back and forth over the head as he stroked. Half-hard, and it was almost as long as his cock. Fuck, and Garr was looking down at him staring at his cock, his beak curled up at the edges.

Sunder raised his legs up automatically, hooking them around Garr's hips as well as he could manage just so there was enough room. Garr moved forward the final distance, his knees pressing up against his balls, and pressed the head of his cock against Sunder's muzzle.

He opened wide, lips reaching out to press against the still-spongy head, and Garr thrust inside. It was already thick, not something he could easily suck on and the position just made it more difficult. Garr seemed to like it, though, and he groaned low and deep in his chest. He thrust forward to bury more of his thickening cock in his mouth. He curled a hand loosely against the back of Sunder's neck, sliding the other down his cock, clasping around the very base and still stroking slightly as he pulled Sunder down on his massive cock.

Sunder yawned his mouth open, Garr's cock already feeling too-thick to fit. A burst of wetness in the back of his mouth made him rear back, barely tasting the bitter salt as he managed to swallow instead of cough and choke, but then Garr swung his hips forward, slow but inexorable, and forced his cock into Sunder's throat. He lay still, pinned by Garr as he crept forward, feeding him more cock. His massive cockhead pressed into his throat, dribbling wet precome out and making him almost-cough. The taste of his cock covered his tongue, the smell of his sweat and precome almost drowning out the more general pervasive odor of sex. Sunder swallowed, sucking down his slick precome to stop himself from coughing, and took his cock deeper with it. There was a slow friction as Garr sunk in, his shaft against his lips and mouth, pushing down to his throat and making his cock pulse against his stomach, trapped by Garr's bulk. Garr's balls dragged against his chest as he pressed forward. He was jerking of the base of his cock, slowly easing back as he pushed more into Sunder's mouth.

All Sunder could see was the muscled ridges of Garr's stomach and hips as he sunk deeper; his pebbled hide curved as his muscles tensed. There were a few thick inches of cock outside his mouth that Garr pumped idly, slick with spit that drooled out the sides of Sunder's mouth. Sunder breathed shallowly around the massive dick clogging his throat, his nostrils flared, taking in Garr's scent, as he pulled Sunder's head down on his cock. Sunder flexed his arms against the ropes, reflexively trying to place his hands against Garr's hips to gain some control.

Garr paused above him, then slowly sat back; his cock pulling at Sunder's throat as it slid back out, wet with precome and saliva. Sunder moaned, the rumbling vibration running through Garr's cock. He sucked uselessly at Garr's emerging cock, his lips already stretched wide, as wet splatters dripped down to coat his chin and neck.

Garr smirked down at Sunder, who was bobbing back and forth as well has he could in his position, his tongue pressed flat on the bottom of his mouth by Garr's girth but still wriggling it against his shaft. "Hmmm," Garr said, rough and low, and Sunder looked up to Garr's face. "You want to take it all?" Sunder stared at Garr for a moment, his mouth still stretched wide around Garr's cock, then did something that could have been a nod; bobbing down on his cock.

"Good," Garr said, "I want you to take it all." Sunder groaned at that and Garr leaned forward to slide back into his mouth. Sunder swallowed rapidly to keep up with Garr's swifter pace, his throat muscles clamping tight and wet around the thick shaft. Garr slid his other hand up his cock and across the side of Sunder's face until it too was curled against Sunder's head, then pulled forward, slowly but unyielding, forcing Sunder down on his cock. Sunder felt his throat spasm, something that would have been a choking cough stifled by the sheer heft of Garr's dick.

Above him, Garr grunted and reversed direction, again pulling his slick cock out from Sunder's mouth. His grip on the back of Sunder's head tightened as he really started to fuck Sunder's mouth, pistoning his hips as he pulled Sunder's head minutely back and forth. His cock was dripping with spit and precome when he pulled back, thick strands of it splattering across Sunder's chest and Garr's thighs. His balls swung back and forth when he pummeled his cock into Sunder, the heavy orbs slapping wetly against Sunder's neck and chin.

Garr pushed forward, the very last inches of his cock sinking into Sunder, until he was completely stuck on Garr's cock, the head pissing out precome somewhere in his esophagus as Sunder's lips spread around the thick base, Garr's slick balls pressed up against Sunder's chin. Garr curled his wet fingers around Sunder's muzzle and pulled up, like he could take his cock deeper if the angle was better.

He pulled back and Sunder sucked in a breath, swallowing down the slimy precome stuck to the walls of his throat. He gulped down air as Garr's dick slid out of his throat, coming back shiny with spit and phlegm. Garr sat back, precome drizzling out the tip of his cock to add to the slick mixture coating that shaft. Droplets of fluid gathered on Garr's balls and dripped down onto Sunder's chest, running down to his stomach. Sunder drew in a ragged breath, coughed, swallowed, coughed again, then turned his head to spit; Garr's cock, wet and pulsing, smeared musky precome across his face. He worked his jaw, flexing the aching muscles stretched by Garr's girth.

Sunder looked back at Garr, staring down the heavy flared cock. It was hard to believe that massive dick had been stuck down his throat, or maybe it wasn't surprising that the massive thing filled his entire throat and then some. Definitely the biggest cock he'd ever seen. Garr shifted forward just a tiny fraction, and the head of his cock knocked against Sunder's lips. Sunder glanced up at Garr's face for a half-second, then down at his cock again. He opened his mouth widely as Garr shifted forward, the massive head of his cock jabbing into his mouth again. He pulled at Sunder's head, aligning it somehow, and thrust forward, sinking most of his dick in one smooth thrust despite Sunder's muffled yell. He pulled back rapidly, wet slick sounds coming from Sunder's mouth as Garr's cock skewered him. He thrust forward again, starting to build up a rhythm.

Garr began really fucking Sunder's mouth, crashing Sunder's broad nose against the hard plane of his abdomen, his balls slapping loudly against his chin. He tugged at Sunder's head as his cock bottomed out below his throat, then pushed him back, pulling out. Spit and precome splattered across their bodies as he pulled back with a wet sucking sound, his cock hard and bloated emerging from his mouth. He crashed back in, knocking Sunder's head against the wall as he sunk his cock deep with one savage thrust. Sunder swallowed in a series of gulps as he tried to avoid gagging and retching on Garr's cock. He struggled against his bonds as Garr started to pick up a rhythm, burying his cock to the root in his esophagus, then pulling out until the jaw-crackingly wide head pressed against the sides of his teeth, spitting precome into his mouth, only to push back, over and over.

After a few minutes of Garr pounding his mouth, Sunder could feel Garr's cock stiffen and spasm, while in his esophagus the head flared up wider to make a tight seal. Above him Garr grunted, his beak curling up in a grimace. He pulled out a few inches, scraping against his throat, and wrapped a hand around his cock. He stroked the revealed length, his knuckles colliding with Sunder's spread lips.

Sunder could see the spasm in Garr's abdomen as he came, could feel the first pulse of come run through his cock, but the first thick pulses shot straight down to his stomach without him even needing to swallow. Garr hunched his hips backwards, drawing his cock out of Sunder as he stroked it wildly. The next spurt shot against Sunder's throat, closed tightly as his cock drew back and he coughed and spluttered, come shooting out around Garr's cock, some even burning through his sinuses as he choked. Sunder managed to swallow the next thick burst, eyes tearing up from the coughing, but he was unprepared for Garr's thrust inward and he pulled back as far as he could, coughing and spluttering more as Garr's come drooled out of his mouth and nose.

Garr pressed Sunder's head against the wall as he started thrusting. Thick blasts of his come shot into his mouth, the sheer amount of it overflowing around Garr's cock and putting pressure on the back of his throat. Garr thrust forward, mashing his huge cockhead against the back of his throat and Sunder choked as he shot heavy blasts of come. He gagged and almost sneezed, feeling like Garr's come was saturating him as it pooled, hot and salty, in his mouth and shot painfully through his sinuses and dripped from his nose. Garr continued to thrust shallowly, thick ribbons of come drooling out of his mouth and running down his cock as Sunder's mouth overflowed.

He grabbed at Sunder's horn and pulled up, forcing his jaw-poppingly flared cockhead down Sunder's throat, ignoring the his choking, coughing spasms as he blasted yet more come in wet, viscous ropes down his throat. Garr pulled forward, forcing his dick deeper until Sunder's thick lips clamped around the base, rubbing against his pubic crest as he suckled and drooled on his shooting cock. He pushed back just as abruptly, pushing Sunder's head back against the wall and sliding backwards until his dripping cockhead cleared Sunder's lips. He was still coming, in little burbles that splattered across Sunder's face and drooled down Garr's fingers.

He stroked his cock, splattering the last dregs of his orgasm on Sunder's flushed, panting face; wet hot splashes stuck in the short hair across Sunder's muzzle. Sunder breathed raggedly, rasping through his come-coated throat. He coughed and snorted, jaw aching, and spit out a mix of phlegm and come that landed wetly on the soaked and dripping mattress. He blew his nose and made a face as a heavy slug of come ejected from his nose to land on his chest.

Garr sat back, his ass resting on his heels. He wasn't even breathing hard as he stared down at Sunder panting and snorting. He stroked his cock almost absentmindedly, the huge thick length of it slimy with spit and come, still hard. He snorted softly, almost a chuckle, like watching him cough up come was funny. Sunder gave him as powerful a glare he could muster up, probably ruined by the come dripping down his face. As he tilted his head he could feel his mohawk, thoroughly matted down against his skull; the strands of horsehair were stuck together with layers of drying come and topped off with the thick slime of Garr's load.

Garr shifted around, moving back towards the end of the mattress and Sunder didn't really track what he was doing until Garr hefted his legs up. He spread them wide and practically crawled forward on his knees, until he was close enough that his cock bobbed above Sunder's, absolutely dwarfing it.

"You're--" Sunder started, his voice rough and rusty, his throat still clogged with come. He coughed again and started over. "You're g-gonna fuck me?!"

Garr actually smirked, half his beak quirking up. "You didn't think I was going to?"

Sunder looked at Garr's monstrous cock, the length of it reaching across most of his chest and still rock hard even though he came not even a minute ago. Garr's massive hand couldn't even close around its girth, and if he had his hands free he wouldn't be willing to bet he could hold it with both of them. Fahl's cock was ass-breakingly wide, but compared to Garr he had a little kid's dick. Sunder had known Garr must have been packing something; he hadn't set out to seduce a guy two and a half metres tall and built thicker than a bull without thinking a little about what his cock must be like, but faced with the sheer size of the thing, laid out across his chest... even knowing the whole thing had been stuck down his throat didn't give him any reassurance about his ability to fit the thing in his ass.

"Fuck..." Sunder started, still dazed. "I guess y-you only live once, huh?" He stared again at the massive pillar of cock. "But... g-go slow, y-yeah?" Garr looked down at Sunder's ass: flushed red, the ring of it thick and puffy. Threads of silvery come oozed out as he jostled Sunder's legs, the whole thing looking glazed from smeared fluids. Sunder rolled his eyes at Garr's expression. "Don't look all fu-fuckin' surprised I don't think gettin' fucked by a few hu-humans is like getting prepped for a r-real cock, 'specially a fuckin' m-monster like yours." He gestured as well as he could to the side, angling his head over and lifting his shoulders to where Fahl had left the glass bottle. "Fahl left some lube, s-seriously, use it." And maybe that was enough talking for now, his jaw ached from taking Garr's hammering and he knew he couldn't keep talking without his stutter making him totally unintelligible. He felt a bit of a flush creeping up his face; Garr was intimidating.

Garr looked skeptically at Sunder again, but reached out and fished the bottle from where it'd been pushed between the mattress and the wall; Sunder was grateful the bottle hadn't just plain shattered after the pounding Garr had already given him. Garr shook the bottle carefully, watching the clear liquid inside slosh, just slightly thicker than water.

"Hn," Garr snorted, setting the bottle down beside the bed and settling back, to give his hands better access to Sunder's ass. "Those bandits I saw didn't use this."

"Yeah, n-no shit." Okay, maybe he wasn't finished talking. "I co-coulda taken all four of 'em d-dry if they coulda f-fit around me. They're fuckin' t-tiny!" Garr... probably didn't need to know about the one guy sticking his entire arm up his ass, and anyway, Garr's was still way bigger than that.

Garr smirked again, then settled his hands against Sunder's hips. "Then let's see how you take this," he said, as he slipped two of his fingers into Sunder's ass. Sunder grunted as Garr probed deeper, his fingers sinking into his hole, his ass stretching out like a thick rubber band. He pulled back and pressed in with a third finger, his tight hot hole stretching out effortlessly. Garr chuckled to himself as he pushed his fourth finger in, and Sunder neighed, startled, as he pushed the crest of his hand into his ass with only a little effort. "Pretty easily, looks like." Garr said, wiggling his fingers in Sunder's ass. Garr pushed his hand in, until his thumb was flush against the crack of Sunder's ass, the thick pad of his thumb pressing just below his tail. Sunder let out an involuntary whinny and shuddered with his entire body as Garr pushed against the inner walls of his ass.

"How far do you want me to go?" Garr asked, his voice a strange half-sarcastic, half-respectful tone Sunder couldn't identify as genuine or not.

He slid his fingers across the inner surface of Sunder's ass, hitting something that made his cock spasm and his hips jerk up, and he groaned out "Uh, f-fuck! Sh-Sh-Shit," he tossed his head to the side, agitated, "as far as y-you want, just don't r-rip me open!"

Garr rumbled in response, seemingly preoccupied by pushing his fingers up against the walls of Sunder's ass; he looked up at Sunder as he bucked and writhed, panting, and grinned, his eyes narrowing in a way Sunder couldn't help but identify as 'predatory'. Still, he must have been somewhat sincere; he pulled his fingers from Sunder's ass with a wet schlop and dribbled lube across them, then rolled his hand across the loose, come-covered mess of Sunder's ass.

Sunder only realized what Garr was going to do just as he felt the knuckles of his closed fist press against his ass. He pushed down and Sunder yelped as his slippery fist eased into his ass, pulling his asshole wide until it clenched tight around Garr's wrist. Garr slopped more lube across his forearm and Sunder howled, gasping like he'd had a bucket of ice water thrown on him as Garr tried to push his hugely-muscled forearm into his ass. The thick, developed muscle of his asshole stretched out like thick rubber around Garr's massive forearm, their huge heft far thicker than anything he'd taken in his life. He panted hoarsely as Garr tried to shove his hands deeper, but his ass was clamped around his arm, at its limits. Still, Garr twisted his arm around, pulling back and pushing in, his ass distending with a series of rubbery slurping sounds. Sunder's cock thickened against his stomach, stiffening rapidly as Garr toyed with his ass, his free hand coming up to tug at his thick asshole and rub the bare, wrinkled skin around his ass.

He could feel diffuse pangs under his guts as Garr toyed with him, slowly building up. He was in no condition to do anything other than grunt and moan unintelligibly, his lips contorting in bizarre expressions as Garr punched his fist deep into his ass. He was hardly aware of his cock pulsing, his body already overwhelmed by sensation. His arms jerked out painfully against his bindings, almost involuntarily as he writhed back and forth, impaled on Garr's thick fist.

He came in long liquid splashes, shooting off to the side, his cock nestled between his stomach and a raised leg. He bonelessly lolled his head to the side to watch as he came, his come splashing down to soak into the sodden mattress. He'd lost count of the number of times he'd come already, today, but his balls were definitely running low: his come was thin and watery, although as copious as ever.

His ass clamped down in the throes of his orgasm, and Garr took the opportunity to grasp the base of his cock, stroking its smeared length. He angled it over, aiming his watery spurts across Sunder's face. The hot splashes covered his face, Garr keeping his shooting cock aimed at his face even after he tossed his head to the side. Coming almost hurt now, as each wet gush sent a rough pang through his body, running under his cock through his balls. The wet splatters of come slowly died down, hosing out across his chest and stomach and mixing wetly with the accumulated come already there. It was sad that he could tell his come was thinner; he'd shot all across himself so many times in the past day he was getting intimately familiar with just how viscous his come was. Still, he had a layer of it between his lips and teeth, rich and salty; his nose was clogged and eyes plastered over with his load; his face and chest were so saturated his come was running off like he'd just emerged from a bath.

Garr looked up at him, again seemingly smirking and amused by Sunder, who was soaking wet with his coat sticking up in spiky patches. He pulled his fist out from Sunder's loose ass with an obscene sucking sound. "I think that means you're ready," he said, flatly.

All Sunder managed in response was a tired groan, feeling blissed out from his orgasm and barely awake from the aftermath. Garr lifted his legs up and splashed more lube across his cock, which if anything was even bigger and harder after watching Sunder come. He definitely felt it as Garr pitched forward, burying the head of his cock in his slack ass. He yelped, bucking against Garr in a way that drove a few more inches of his agonizingly-thick cock deeper in him. His cock, half-hard and softening rapidly, let off a final splurt, squirting come in a watery line across his chest.

As he heaved forward, Garr groaned and took Sunder's ass in his hands, pulling his cheeks wide as he tried to wedge more of his dick in. His cock felt red-hot as it pressed into him, each thick inch of it scraping through his worn-out asshole. For all its girth, though, it slipped in easily enough-- after Garr's forearm nothing else really compared, and he was so ready for it, his ass tense and elastic so that it could distend sloppily even for Garr's monstrous thickness. The sharp heat of it pushed further up, radiating into his guts as Garr bucked back and forth, shoving his dick deeper into his ass. He pulled his hands away from Sunder's ass, letting his muscled asscheeks shut around his cock. He pulled up on his hips to give him better leverage, resting Sunder's ass on his knees. Garr's huge balls pressed against his back and ass already even with most his cock still outside his ass.

Sunder felt lightheaded; the burning heat of Garr's cock was deep inside him. He didn't really have an anatomical diagram of his own ass ready, but he had to be pushing into his guts with not even half inside. His ass was reamed wide open; he could feel thick layers of come leak out, even with Garr's thick shaft plugging him up, the tip of it somewhere deep inside and shoving inexorably deeper.

He let out a low groan as Garr pushed deeper, cock sliding relentlessly into him. His ass was wide open, after everything that had happened so far, and he could feel the muscular, rubbery stretch of his asshole around Garr's cock. And past that, he'd been lubed up and fucked so many times that he was sliding deeper easily.

With only a little bit left, maybe the span of one of the human's entire cocks, he could feel the tip in his colon, actually grinding up against the bend in his guts. Garr just shoved on, unheeded, and Sunder gasped and groaned as he forced his guts into a new configuration, a straight deep chute for him to fuck.

And just like that, Garr thrust the final part of his length into him, his muscled stomach pressing up against Sunder's legs, up in the air. His balls ground back and forth against his ass, slick and wet, coated in come oozing from his ass.

Garr kind of grumbled in appreciation and flexed his cock, the huge muscle thundering against his insides with a motion that made him yelp. He looked down at him again, his face and chest still shiny and dripping with his latest load, his coat dark and matted, sticky from everyone else fucking him, his cock limp and heavy across his chest. Garr really did seem content to just stare at him taking all his cock for a while.

Sunder hardly noticed; he could feel Garr's cock impaling him, huge and rock hard in his guts. He could feel in when he breathed, hoarse and ragged just from the immense size of the thing churning up his guts.

Then Garr moved, sliding back just as slowly. His cock pulled out with a series of wet, slick pops and burbles from his ass, more come running out onto the mattress, coating Garr's thighs with it. Sunder just groaned again, muscles twitching involuntarily as the huge pipe of his cock slid against the walls of his ass.

Garr reversed direction halfway out, thrusting back in with the same careful, measured motion, forcing his cock back inside. Sunder opened up to it even easier this time, his body stretched wide as the tip rammed into his guts.

Sunder had a momentary flash of Garr as some colossal fuck machine, slowly gaining speed as he thrust back and forth, but the thought was lost in a surprised whinny as Garr hilted himself again with a slam, his hands clenching with bruising force against his sides.

Garr pulled out again, faster, sliding halfway out and hammering forward with such force that the mattress rocked back and forth, Sunder letting out a surprised groan. His cock, unwillingly, lengthened again, pushing up through the mess all across his chest.

Garr really started pistoning him then, pulling back and thrusting forward with most of his brute strength, slamming the massive, ass-breaking shaft of his cock all the way inside, warping his guts with each thrust until they stayed that way, slamming the blunt head of his dick up against his gut walls. His guts felt tight and slick, rippling with muscles he couldn't consciously control but ones that still spasmed as Garr fucked him, the whole length of his ass and guts feeling like it was stretched to bursting.

He couldn't contain the sounds, feeling like physical objects working up his throat, little desperate grunts and groans, yelling as Garr hilted himself, slamming his hips against his ass with bruising force. He could only really hear himself in the insides of his ears, anyway, since Garr was making enough noise was he fucked, loud sharp smacks against his ass, pulling out by shoving Sunder's hips down, the mattress squeaking and groaning like it was going to fall apart under the assault.

The feel of his cock inside him was like nothing he'd ever done before, pushing even deeper than anyone else he'd ever fucked. His cock dripped watery precome constantly, splattering in lines across his chest and drooling down his shuddering thighs into the shrieking mattress, most of the springs already having gone out. Between the two of them, there was far more than they expected weight on it, and each weighty, brutal slam thrust Garr made into him was punctuated by a few dissonant twangs as springs tore through the bottom of the mattress.

Garr almost accidentally tore the ropes across his legs as he maneuvered Sunder around, shoving him back against the wall as he jerked him down roughly, impaling his entire body with his mammoth cock. Sunder just groaned, feeling like a limp ragdoll as Garr shoved him up and jerked him back down his cock, over and over again. His legs were spread wide, dangling loose around Garr's immense, solid waist. A loud wet smack sounded each time Garr hilted inside him, and the pressured stretch of it made his cock constantly leak precome, a perpetual stream of it sloshing across his chest, splattering in all directions as his cock jounced back and forth with each of Garr's thrusts. His entire body ached, but it felt like... a tension, inside him, something electric as the force of Garr's inhumanly powerful thrusts rocked his entire body back and forth, shoving him up against the slick, dripping wall.

Loud wet slopping noises sounded as Garr's precome poured out of his ass, overflowing him already as Garr just kept up his fucking, slamming his hips forward like an inexorable rock fall as he jerked Sunder back and forth, almost just dragging him up and down his cock. Sunder could only just manage to pant for breath raggedly, messy splashes of precome splattering into his mouth as his cock sprayed in all directions.

Garr kept it up for what felt like hours, until any time when he wasn't getting pummeled by his immense cock felt dim and far away, and the ache of fucking was bone-deep, a constant but not unpleasant grind as his body contorted itself around Garr's cock. He wondered if he should tell Garr he was probably about to pass out, then realized he couldn't speak even if he wanted to.

Garr kept thrusting, his precome spraying out of his ass in messy bursts each time he thrust in, his guts filled to overflowing as Garr just poured more precome into him. Garr's cock displaced it in frothy waves as he thrust back and forth, enough that both their lower bodies were coated and dripping with it. The flattened, destroyed mattress sloshed wetly was he thrust, precome pouring down into it and to the floor below, a thick pool forming beneath the bed.

Garr clenched him close, crushing him against his huge chest as his arms tightened around him. His thrusts were shallow and hard, just the final foot of his cock driving back and forth into him as his hips crashed against Sunder's spread ass cheeks. The first blast caught Sunder by surprise, he was so out of it, not that he could have done anything to prepare himself. Garr slammed him down all the way to the base of his cock, his asshole still slurping as precome poured out, and his entire cock tensed and jerked, flaring outwards, as he shot into him. The taut pressure inside him grew as Garr growled and roared, precome squirting out around Garr's massive shaft as he forced his huge load deep into him, glugging deeper into him, up into his guts, until he felt heavy with his load, the heat of it sizzling his insides.

Then Garr started thrusting again, wet smacks resounding against the walls as his destroyed ass met Garr's solid body, and Sunder couldn't do anything aside from go limp as Garr's still-hard cock speared him again, his come working deeper inside him as more started squirting out of his ass. It felt like Garr came forever, until Sunder felt ready to burst, but the heavy, body-wracking spasms of his cock finally died down.

Garr was breathing heavy, his skin shiny with sweat (and many other fluids, probably), but he didn't look much worse the wear. Sunder, however... hell, if he thought he felt well-fucked after Fahl, or after the bandits, that was nothing compared to them. He was content to lie on the wreck of the mattress and take a long, long nap, basking in the afterglow of it all-- he was almost certain he'd come a few times while Garr fucked him, but he honestly couldn't tell-- except Garr was still lodged inside him, balls deep, and as the haze of it all faded slowly that became an almost painful pressure on his insides.

Garr set him back on the bed and slowly pulled him off his cock, come escaping as he tried to pull out, followed by a huge gushing flood of it as the massive head of his cock popped out of Sunder's abused hole. Sunder just lay there and panted as his asshole gaped open, Garr's immense load pouring out of him. He flexed his asshole slowly, panting and groaning a little at how good it felt to stretch it, tighten it up, after getting pummeled so long it felt numb. Perversely, his cock was somehow hard again, just dribbling wet drops of precome against his stomach as he tried to squeeze his asshole closed as come flooded out of him, more slurping around inside him.

It took a while before he could move his mouth in any coordinated way, and even then his lips and tongue felt swollen and heavy, not even to mention about how his was caked, inside and out, in strings of fluid, thick and bitter and salty.

"Hhhhnnnn," he said, groaned really. Garr looked up at him, and Sunder was glad to see he at least looked a little dazed.

Garr got to his feet and made a hand gesture towards him, and immediately Sunder felt a rush of energy through him, enough to bring him out of his languorous haze although his body still felt heavy and bloated and swollen.

"Thanks," Sunder said, although it was still a little hard to talk. "Hey, uh," he said, and wriggled a little on the bed. "Not that I wouldn't find a fourth round here, but couldja untie me?"

Garr stooped forward, his half-hard cock smacking heavily against Sunder's chest, and just pulled the ropes apart, like it was as simple as that. They snapped one after another until the few remaining cords just fell off his arms, and Sunder could finally stretch his arms out and roll his shoulders properly.

"Fuck, thanks!" Sunder said, and eased himself off the wreck of the bed. Heavy dollops of come leaked from his clenched asshole as he maneuvered himself into a standing position, even more aware of how sopping wet he was, coated in more loads than he could count.

"Lemme get my breath back for a minute," he said, leaning back against one wall and panting, still sweaty and aching even if Garr's spell had woken him back up. Garr stood silently, more like he was curious as to what was going to happen than out of any interest in Sunder specifically.

He cast his eyes around the room, looking at the come-splattered walls, the twisted wreck of what had been a pretty ratty mattress to begin with, and the thick pool of come surrounding it. The door had been knocked clean off its hinges, and the wooden doorframe was broken too. "Man, I'd hate to be the guy who'd have to clean up this mess." Sunder shrugged again, enjoying the flex of his shoulders and arms.

"Fuckin' Balio," Sunder swore. "He's such a nutcase. Totally fuckin' repressed or something."

"He's, like... he wants to fuck himself or something, he's so stuck up, and the closest he can get is me." Sunder turned his head and spat, the glob of what was probably mostly come hitting the floor with a splat. "And then when he comes after me he gets all angry because, like, I'm not him or he has to admit he wants it or some shit like that, I have no clue. So fucking fucked up."

Sunder snorted, a thought just coming to him. "Actually, I bet he's, like, sitting in the room over jerking off listening to me get fucked. I bet this is all because he got shot down so many times when we were kids, huh?"

Garr nodded, still looking glowering and imposing even after fucking Sunder into a soggy mess and remaining to listen to him bitch about Balio. Somehow that was just hilarious to Sunder, and he couldn't hold in the abrupt booming laughs.

"Okay, so, this has been fun," Sunder said, after he was done, "and hey, we should do something like this again, with me less tied up... unless that's, like, your thing," he said with a leer, looking over at Garr. He just stood there, stoic, somehow still just as threatening completely naked with his half-hard cock jutting out from his crotch.

"Anyway, whatever," Sunder said when it became clear Garr wasn't going to respond. "But it'll have to be later, since I got to go show Balio what's up, that fucker."

Walking kind of hurt a little, and more of Garr's load slipped out of his ass with each step, but whatever. He strode to the doorway, slowing only long enough to grab the half-full bottle of lube from at Garr's feet and slap his ass on the way out, winking and grinning at him as Garr turned to stare at him.

Whatever, that had been great even if Garr was so weird, but different thoughts filled his mind as he walked down the corridors, headed for Balio's office. Balio was all repressed and whatever, but he sure as hell was done putting up with even a little bit of it.