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Part 2! I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did writing it. Part 3 is finished, and in post! So, hopefully those of you that liked it, will stay for the sequel. Commission by november Lines by https://inkbunny.net/DogBoneArtWork Colours by rokemi

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Ember groaned, slowly opening his eyes, the world spinning for a moment as he tried to figure out what was going on. The last thing he remembered was laying on a bale of hay, a complete mess and worn out by his captors. The sun was in his eyes and he suddenly felt his whole world shift and rumble. He tried to sit up, but found he couldn't move. There was an odd, earthy smell around him, and he felt incredibly warm. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment and shook his head, opening them again to try and discern why his vision was upside down.

Immediately he could tell several things were wrong, aside from being unable to move. He was upside down, bound and tied, but in the last place he would have expected.

He raised his head and yelped in surprise as he looked up at the backside of a clearly female horse. He struggled and tried to free himself, perplexed at the whole situation and confused as to what was going on. "Hey? Hey!" he screamed out, panicking when he couldn't free himself immediately, strapped firmly underneath the horse. His bare chest pressed into the horse's stomach and his legs were fastened at the ankles with a strap over the horse's back. His scarf was back around his neck, trailing down onto the ground beneath him.

"Oh, you're up!" a voice said, a tall figure standing in front of him and blocking out the sun. The canine shape reached down and gave him a firm pat to his cheek, laughing. "Good, I think you're ready, then," Bruno said, stroking along the horse's hindquarters and grinning. "Vai, Alex!" the wolf called out, grinning as he looked over towards the barn.

There was a loud snort from out of the wolf's vision and he tried desperately to look around at what was going on, wondering why he was strapped where he was. Alex finally came into his view, albeit upside down, and Ember could see him holding the lead to the black arabian he'd been petting last night in the barn. The horse flicked his head back, snorting again when he caught the scent of a female in heat, a scent that the wolf also picked up. From his vantage point he could see the horse's sheath swell and the penis drop down, elongating and starting to swell, swaying in excitement by the scent of the mare in heat that Ember was tied to.

Bruno fished something out of his pocket and leaned down towards the bound wolf, prying open his muzzle with his empty hand and shoving a bunch of leaves into his mouth, holding it shut with his paws. "It's jambú, you're going to want to chews those real good. Trust me on this one," he said, waiting until he felt Ember's jaws moving before he pulled his paws away.

Ember was confused. He chewed on the leaves, grimacing at the strong grassy taste, but soon found his mouth tingling and going numb. He swallowed the leaves as best he could, choking and shaking his head. "Wha..." he started, finding it hard to talk as his mouth continued to numb, saliva starting to build up as it drooled out of the corner of his mouth. "Wha, hwha... hwhwaaa eth eh?" he tried to ask, barely able to move his tongue, trying to swallow the saliva that was pooling along the roof of his mouth.

Alex just laughed, holding onto the lead tightly, the horse starting to struggle as it got excited from the mare in front of him. "I think he's ready enough. Porto is, for sure," he added, slapping a paw on the horse's back, the arabian grunting and snorting again, shaking his head.

The wolf started to realize what was going on and his throat seized up, his head shaking from the sudden thought of what was coming. Bruno kneeled down next to him and chuckled. "Looks like you get it now. You cause him any harm, and you're going to get it a lot worse," he reminded, standing back up and nodding back at the tiger.

Suddenly, the female arabian he was tied to shifted around, widened her stance and hiked her tail up. Ember raised his head to look up just as a stream of hot mare piss splashed down onto his face, causing him to let out a strangled, numb-mouthed yelp and drop his head. The urine was hotter than the wolf's and tiger's, and it had a richer, stronger scent to it that made his senses come alive. He thrashed around, trying to keep his muzzle closed, numb lips and tongue not helping very much as the liquid ran down the underside of his muzzle and neck, into the corners of his muzzle. Even with his mouth numbed by the jambú, he could taste the salty and surprisingly sweet taste of her urine. It foamed in his mouth and went up his nose, flowing freely down his numbed throat and only adding to his degradation.

His cheeks burned with shame as the horse's piss streamed over his head, thoroughly soaking his fur and his poor scarf, steaming in the chilly, morning air. He could hear Alex and Bruno laughing in Portuguese. His paws balled into fists and tested the restraints,but couldn't free himself with his paws separated.

Bruno had turned his back, laughing and doubled over and shaking his head. "Oh I didn't expect that! Look at Porto, he's really ready now! He can smell Bruna even better!" he said, looking back at the stallion who was straining at the lead, seeking the female's estrus-laced urine.

Alex laughed and nodded, running a paw along the horse's neck, looking at the degraded wolf tied under Bruna. "Hup hup, Porto," Alex said, leading the horse forward. A massive cock, at least a foot and a half long swung back and forth between those powerful legs. The black horse reared back and clasped its front legs around Bruna's flank, cock flexing upwards to find its mark. Ember's eyes followed the shaft as Porto's hind legs danced around, balls bouncing, much bigger than anything he'd seen before.

The stallion snorted in exertion, cock brushing along Bruna's vulva as he thrust his hips forward. Porto's aim was off and the shaft slipped between the wolf and the mare. Ember shuddered, feeling the thick member forcefully sliding down the front of his chest and between him and the mare, splattering pre into his bellyfur. Bruno laughed as a look of realization and horror took over the smaller wolf's face. "Do you feel Porto against your belly? Don't worry, you will get a much better feel soon!"

Bruno's paws intervened and grabbed the thick piece of meat, pushing it down towards Ember's muzzle. "Open your mouth, tripeiro," he commanded, steadying himself as the horse's cock flexed in his paws, to find its purchase again.

Ember thought about resisting, that he would keep his head leaned back and just ignore the commands, but his canine sheath was swelling against Bruna's underside, betraying his excitement to the situation. He knew he'd face some serious repercussions if he didn't comply, not that he had a choice. He raised his head back up and reluctantly cracked his muzzle, doing his best to keep his numb tongue from hanging in the way. Bruno wasn't impressed as he suddenly pried Ember's jaws wide open with his free hand. Porto's hips jerked forward and the blunt head of the horse's cock jabbed against the side of his muzzle, smearing some pre against the already-soaked fur.

The black wolf's paws held Ember's muzzle still and aimed Porto's shaft forward until the head pushed into the grey wolf's mouth. It was thick, much thicker than the wolf had been and Ember started to panic when he had to fight to keep his muzzle open wide enough for the enormous shaft. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to take more than a few inches, surely Bruno could see that as well. But Porto didn't care what limits the wolf may have or whether there might be some discomfort. The stallion's hips jerked forward and more inches than Ember could accommodate were forced directly into his throat.

Ember's eyes watered at the intense pain and discomfort that suddenly radiated from his throat. The herb he'd been chewing on had helped a little, but it still felt as if someone shoved a baseball bat straight down his gullet. He could feel the medial ring pressing against his lips and his mind reeled at the thought of just how much had plunged down his throat. He struggled in his restraints and tried to free himself despite knowing it was futile. The discomfort was too much as tears streamed from his eyes as he focused as best he could on just breathing through his gag reflex. It was damn near impossible to get any air with the thick pillar of flesh down his throat, but he managed to get just enough to keep himself from passing out.

Porto made no indication that he was even aware that it wasn't a mare he was thrusting into. He whickered happily and continued his short, staccato thrusts, tail whipping around back and forth. He was dimly aware of both Alex and Bruno making whooping noises as they cheered the horse on, laughing and walking around the mating horses. Despite the humiliation of having a horse viciously thrust down his throat and the two people laughing at his degradation, Ember's own cock throbbed painfully resolute and at attention. Wedged against the horse's belly as he was, he could only pray that the wolf and lion wouldn't notice his arousal and have yet another thing to jeer at him about.

The Arabian's hips slowed and he pulled back quite as his thrusts deepened with longer strokes. Ember muffled a cry as he knew what was coming, right before Porto shoved his cock forward again. Two more powerful thrusts were followed by an odd sensation as the horse's hips jerked back and forth. Ember's jaws craned open as Porto's sheath pressed against his lips with the medial ring sinking behind the back of his throat. The stallion's cock was flaring up, lodged deep in his chest and esophagus. It was hard enough to breath before, but now the cock was thickening, plugging up the last little bit of space he had. He couldn't breathe! His mind started to race, heart beating rapidly as he struggled to get free. Porto let out a satisfied whicker as his cock finally started pulsing.

Ember's eyes rolled back into his head as he struggled to keep calm, tongue trapped under the shaft as he tried to think of anything he could do to breathe. He couldn't make any noise as the massive cock throbbed in his neck with each pulse of cum being fed directly from the stallion down to his stomach. A dozen spurts later, Ember's gullet was full but his lungs were anything but. Out of breath and in panic, he gave a quick nip to the horse's cock to encourage him to pull out. Porto whinnied and jerked his hips back, that massive flare tugging in Ember's chest but staying firmly lodged.

Tears streamed down Ember's eyes at the horrible discomfort he felt from something so massive and thick inside his airways. He barely noticed as his own cock twitching against the mare's belly, smearing his cum against their fur. His chest heaved as his lungs desperately tried to pull in air just as the huge flare began to slowly shrink. When Porto's cockhead finally pulled into his throat, it allowed him just enough space to gasp for a bit of air and keep from passing out. He could feel the horse's thick and viscous seminal gel clinging to the back of his sore throat.

Porto whickered again, resting against Bruna's back end still as his cock suddenly released a thick, potent stream of horse piss right into the wolf's throat. Ember's eyes shot open wide as he felt the now-too-familiar stream of hot piss spray down his throat, causing him to gag and choke, cutting off his air as he tried to get free once more. It was much stronger than Bruna's had been and he shook back and forth, trying to free himself from the straps that bound him. His throat was already sore and the hot piss agitated the sensitive flesh. Tears flowed freely as he was once again humiliated with piss and deprived of air. He looked around his peripheral vision helplessly, desperately needing help, but Bruno only leaned down and squeezed his throat through the scarf, massaging it and rubbing along, feeling the firm mass of lodged horse meat there.

The edges of his vision were becoming fuzzy and grey and he felt light-headed, slowly losing consciousness as the horse started pulling back mid-stream. The horse's flare tugged at the inside of his throat, the scarf around his neck too tight to allow it to pull back. For a fleeting moment Ember was sure he was going to die this way, a horse's shaft lodged in his throat, blocking off all his air. Bruno was kind enough to loosen the scarf, allowing the large beast to tug himself free, chuckling and patting the wolf on the head rather roughly. "Gets pretty wide, doesn't it?"

Urine filled the wolf's muzzle and spilled from the open corners as he hung there, his face now covered in Porto's own scent. Ember gagged, some cum and horse piss running from his open muzzle and down over the bridge of his nose to drip onto the ground. He inhaled a lungful of air before he convulsed, the sudden rush of oxygen becoming overwhelming after almost suffocating. His eyes rolled back in his head as he fell unconscious once more.

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Ember's head jarred and he awoke, much later in the day, as he felt warm water splashing against his face and he tried growling, throat seizing up in pain, only causing him to cough and gag. His nose twitched and he realized that it wasn't water at all, but more horse urine. He felt his eyes tear up as he realized he was still bound to Bruna and that she was relieving herself once again.

He opened his muzzle to yell for assistance, but only rasped out painfully, his throat still too sore from its earlier treatment. Another painful realization throbbed against his legs as he realized that he, like Bruna, had to urinate as well. He'd already been disgraced and shamed enough, so he didn't give it much consideration as he just let go, warm urine soaking his stomach and chest, his own scent easily masked by the horse's.

Without any other options present to him, he just let his head hang back, eyes closing as he tried to imagine himself anywhere but where he was. It wasn't long before he slowly drifted back off to sleep.

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When Ember awoke this time, he felt much more rested, though his body still ached. He was laying in what appeared to be an old feed trough, his paws bound tightly behind his back with his scarf. It was light out again, meaning he'd slept through the entire night, but he wasn't sure where anyone else was. At first glance, he was alone. He slowly sat up, looking around the small yard. No one from the village would have had a reason to venture out in this direction, and the small fence was only there for the horses.

Maybe this was his chance to escape. He almost whimpered with happiness at the thought of making it out of the village, and then out of the country. Back home to his office job, boring tasks, and rather uneventful life. This would be more excitement and adventure than he would ever need again, that was for sure. It took a bit of wiggling around and elbowing the hard metal trough beneath him, but he finally managed to prop himself up on the edge before finally standing up. His legs shook, the muscles sore from being restrained for so long, but he managed to steady himself.

Luck was not on his side. As soon as he made it to his feet and stepped out of the trough, Bruno walked out to the yard and saw Ember standing there, paws drawn up to his chest, biting at the scarf to try and undo the knot. "Well, well... finally awake."

Ember looked around behind him, ears flattening against his head as he started to back away. "Please..." He said softly, coughing and choking, wincing at the pain that remained in his throat. "Just let me go..." He briefly thought about running, but his legs were rather sore and tired, and he knew it wouldn't accomplish anything except angering the wolf.

Bruno just walked forward and grabbed the knotted scarf, pulling it down to force Ember to his knees. He ignored the request completely, standing over the grey wolf, one paw holding on to the makeshift leash while the other unlaced his pants to let them fall to his ankles. His pink member was already fully out of his sheath and he pulled the wolf's head in against him, growling a little.

Ember tried to whimper, but only a hoarse croak came from his lips. He hesitantly reached his tongue out, swiping it across the wolf's tip, down around the edge of the sheath before the paw on his head urged him closer. With his ears almost invisible against his head, he pressed his tongue in along the inside of that black-furred envelope, the concentrated flavors of its interior assaulting his taste buds while getting an approving growl from the wolf above him. Bruno's knot was beginning to form and Ember had to pull his tongue out, sliding it along the shaft, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. How long was he going to be forced to do this?

With his whole mouth feeling dry and dehydrated, he found himself eagerly lapping against the tip whenever he saw drops of pre appear. Bruno just laughed and squeezed himself at the base of his shaft, shaking his head. "Tripeiro..." He muttered, pushing his cock forward and sliding it in against the wolf's tongue, growling happily.

Ember let out a strangled yip of surprise when Bruno forced himself forward all the way, the tapered shaft pressing against the back of his throat. It stung quite a bit, but Bruno didn't hold him there. He just pulled back and thrust forward again, huffing from exertion.

Ember squeezed his eyes shut tightly and just sat there, letting the wolf hump away at his muzzle, bound paws resting in his lap to hide his swelling sheath. He could tell the wolf wasn't going to last long, and had no intentions of dragging the situation out any longer than he had to. Bruno's knot was grew larger and Ember had to open his muzzle wider so his teeth wouldn't catch. Pre was dripping along his tongue and he eagerly lapped at the tip when he could, the watery fluid helping to ease the dryness of his throat.

Bruno's chest rumbled and worked a finger in next to the wolf's jaw and pried it open wide before he pushed forward as far as he could, his growing knot stuffed into Ember's muzzle. The noise the grey wolf made was something akin to a squawk as he opened wide to accept the ball of flesh, the wolf's tip pressed into the back of his throat painfully. Bruno was rocking his hips and jerking Ember's head back and forth, that muzzle moving with each thrust. He was huffing through his nose and the knot was thickening up, nearly unbearable in size. Ember's eyes watered as he felt his jaw pop, his tongue wedged against the floor of his muzzle under the thick gland. The wolf was too big for this! Ember had managed to take a few of his friend's knots in his muzzle in the past, but they'd been smaller and he had done so willingly!

The wolf humped as best he could, hunching over Ember's head and holding it tight in his grasp. He moaned out and pulled Ember close to his crotch, cock pulsing down the wolf's throat and spitting rope after rope of wolf seed into his gullet. Ember was thankfully ready for this and expecting it, working to swallow as best he could around the intruding length, his gag reflex long gone and lost. His jaw ached painfully and he wondered how long he'd have to stay like. Bruno sighed contently and quietly just let his cock pump wave after wave of seed down Ember's throat. With a knot engorged in Ember's muzzle, Bruno simply stood over the wolf and pumped cum down his throat for several silent minutes before the knob of flesh finally deflated enough for the wolf to pull his engorged member out.

The black wolf sighed in content and gripped his shaft near the base, pointing it forward. "Open your mouth, you know what's coming..."

The grey wolf's cheeks burned and he looked down, not wanting to submit to what was coming. He could still smell Porto's dry urine from yesterday, masking the other scents, his fur still matted and sticking up in places. "Just pretend it's hot tea..." He thought dimly, sighing to himself as he tilted his head back and opened his muzzle, eyes squeezed shut, trying to justify what he was doing.

"Eu sabia que você faria isso..." The wolf muttered, laughing as he focused for a second, sighing happily as the yellow stream of liquid poured out and across the bridge of Ember's muzzle before he aimed it directly into his open mouth. "Swallow it." He commanded, watching as the bound wolf's throat contracted, starting to gulping as best he could, small rivulets still running from the corners of his muzzle.

Ember felt completely humiliated, ears pinned back as the salty stream of wolf piss covered the inside of his mouth and then slid down his throat. It was salty and bitter, the morning piss a heavy concentration of Bruno's wastes yet not as pungent as Porto's from yesterday. Still, the hot liquid felt good in his sore throat. He found himself leaning closer to make sure none would escape, drinking down what the wolf had to offer until the stream subsided but well before his thirst could be quenched.

Ember just brought his tied paws in front of him, rubbing at the joints in his jaw to try and ease the tension, watching as Bruno dressed himself and headed back towards the barn, looking inside. "Vai, Alex." He said, waving an arm to the tiger.

Ember sat there on the ground, licking his lips clean, having given up on trying to get away. He only hoped they'd eventually lose interest and let him go. He'd have to catch another flight back home if he couldn't get free soon, and his boss would be pissed that he was late, but as long as he was no longer here, he'd be happy.

Alex emerged from the barn holding Porto's lead, guiding the horse out into the yard. The arabian's black hair looked nice and sleek with the sun shining down on them, recently cleaned and brushed from the look of things. He whickered softly and looked around as he was guided out, head lowering to sniff at the ground where his and Bruna's piss had pooled and dried. Ember's body visibly shook as he remembered that horse's thick shaft plugging his throat. What could they possibly want to do to him now?

Bruno grabbed the smaller wolf by the shoulders and hoisted him to his feet, guiding him back over to the bale of hay he'd been bent over, and was, not surprisingly, forced back into the same position, though with his legs further apart.Ember grunted and leaned against the hay, looking back over his shoulder, starting to piece together his situation and he started whining pathetically. "No... please don't do this... he'll kill me..." He whimpered, hanging his head dejectedly, tail tucked between his legs in fear.

The black wolf just laughed and shook his head, reaching down to grab a nearby bucket, filled with something oily. His requests were ignored once again and Ember felt his tail pulled aside, the wolf's paw smearing the greasy substance across his hole before three fingers suddenly pushed inside. Ember yelped out in the sudden pain, but it faded rather quickly. The fingers spread him wide and he buried his face in his paws and scarf, trying to clench down as the wolf continued to grease his passage.

Porto was making plenty of excited noises from behind Ember and the wolf whined as he tried to think of a way out of the situation. "I... I'll tear up the contract... I'll write a new one... f-for more..." He said, pleading and whimpering into the bale of hay.

Bruno smacked his paw over the wolf's ass, making him jump in surprise, whimpering more. "Oh you will. But we have to have some assurances that this will never happen again... That's what Porto here is for... You're going to want to relax..." He said, laughing and pulling Ember's tail aside.

The wolf shuddered as he felt the horse's nose press down under his tail sniffing around and testing the area with his lips. Porto snorted loudly, the hot air blowing across Ember's passage which tightened up at the feeling. The arabian pulled back and shuffled forward, front legs raising up to come down on either side of the wolf's head. Ember jumped again, eyes opening as he tilted his head to the side to see those powerful front legs on the bale. His tail was pulled aside and he could hear Alex and Bruno shifting around near the horse.

He did his best to relax, taking deep breaths and letting himself calm down as best he could, but he couldn't prepare himself for the powerful thrust forward that sunk more than ten inches of horse cock into his hole. Tears immediately welled from his eyes and he couldn't quite bring himself to scream out. It was too big, much too big. And it hurt. He could feel the horse's medial ring against his sphincter for a moment before Porto shifted and thrust forward another few inches. This time, Ember cried out, biting down onto his scarf to try and think of anything but the pain.

Porto was grunting and humping his hips in those short, staccato thrusts he'd experienced the previous day. He could feel his hole stretch again and again as the medial ring pushed in and out, just slightly wider than Bruno's knot had been. On the off chance he survived this rough fucking, he was sure he'd never walk again. The horse seemed to last longer than Ember would have thought, those powerful thrusts continuing, mashing his prostate constantly. Despite the pain of a larger-than-life shaft plowing through him, deeper than he'd ever taken anything, he found an odd pleasure starting to build up in his loins.

Betrayed yet again by his own body, the constant pressure to his prostate made his cock swell up and push free from his sheath. Porto rocked him back and forth on the bale and Ember gnawed on his knotted scarf, panting quickly through his nose to try and think of shameful pleasure he was receiving instead of the immense pain. He came faster than he would have thought possible, his cock spurting fitfully across the hay it was pinned against, soaking it in his seed for the second time that week. His passage tightened down around Porto's shaft and he could feel that damned flare expanding inside him, causing him even more discomfort and pain. Moments later a dull throb in his bowels told him that the horse had just came inside him, thick goo drooling into his passage, sticky and clinging to his walls.

Just as Porto started to pull back, Bruno slapped a paw over the horse's ass. "Porto! Ficar!" He said, causing the horse to stop mid-withdrawal. Alex returned from the barn with some straps, dropping them on the ground near Porto. "Don't worry. Just keep telling yourself you're almost done..." Bruno said, laughing as he kneeled next to the pinned wolf.

Ember's ears almost hurt from how badly they tried to stay flattened against his had. He could feel the horse's cum trailing down his thighs, the sticker, seminal fluid just coating his inside where it drooled out of Porto's flared head. A thick leather strap was tied around one of his ankles, the slack being thrown over Porto's back. Alex moved to Ember's other side and grabbed the wolf's upper thigh, holding him tightly.

"Ready?" He asked, looking over to Bruno for confirmation. Bruno nodded and grabbed Ember's other thigh. Together they lifted his hips up and pressed him back against the horse's shaft, more sliding into his abused passage. The rough hands tugged him backwards, and with his legs no longer on the ground, his front half collapsed onto the ground, making him yelp and cry out in pain. He could feel the strap tying around his other ankle and his legs were bent at the knee, secured in place, more than a foot of the horse's cock still lodged too deep inside him.

Satisfied with that strap, they eased Porto back a few steps, Ember's torso dragging along the dirt. He whimpered and bit down on his scarf, the pain almost too much, his head swimming and fighting to stay conscious. He'd have rather lost it right there. Blacked out on the ground while his captors had their way. But like before, his body betrayed him, keeping him aware of everything that was happening, every movement from the horse causing that thick monster to tug and pull at his insides. His wrists were untied, arms pulled forward and torso lifted of the ground. His scarf was draped over Porto's neck and fixed back around his wrists to hang him from the horse's belly. A few more straps were secured around his chest, stomach, and pelvis, taking the weight off his limbs; the only thing he could be thankful for.

Bruno took a step back, looking down at Ember and laughed. "Oh, little wolf... you look so comfortable there! Think of it as a nice hammock.." He said, laughing and reaching down to pat Ember's cheek. "Don't worry about Porto... special blend of damiana and some other herbs... that cock will stay hard for a while."

Porto shifted his stance and took a step forward, the motion jarring and uncomfortable for Ember as the shaft worked its way deeper. He was beaten. He didn't know what else could make this situation worse for him. His head hung down from shame, cheeks hot from blushing as hard as he was. Another noise caught his attention and he raised his head to see Alex holding a worn saddle, handing it off to Bruno.

"Wh... what are you doing...?" He asked weakly, trying to look behind him at the black wolf, who was busy getting the saddle in place, a difficult task with the suspended wolf in the way.

"Just finishing your lesson..." Bruno said as he pulled himself up into the saddle, causing Porto to shift around, cock dragging around inside Ember's insides.

When the arabian started walking forward, the sensation nearly made the grey wolf vomit in discomfort. The thick rod inside him pressed even deeper and it felt like short, awkward thrusts as Porto was guided through the barn, and out onto the streets. Ember squeezed his eyes shut tight, shaking his head and trying to find a way to hide his face. He could see other villagers ahead and he couldn't believe they were doing this to him. He felt so degraded. Worse than degraded. He felt like nothing now.

Bruno just raised an arm up, calling out to the people he recognized, laughing out proudly. The villagers turned and saw the scene ahead, some gasping in shock while others just laughed and walked closer, speaking in Portuguese, nothing the wolf could recognize. He prayed for death right there. Anything to get away from all the eyes on him. People were gathering around the horse as it stopped in its tracks, and people were laughing hard, a few reaching out to touch him, testing to see if he was secure. Some of them rubbed over and massaged his stomach and abdomen, pressing almost painfully to feel the thick slab of meat that was in deep. A paw grabbed his balls and squeezed, and he couldn't help but let out a ragged moan, face on fire with his shame and humiliation.

"Veja? Ele gosta!" Bruno said, looking down over Porto's shoulders at Ember, whose head just hung there in defeat. The paw on his balls didn't let go, and instead, another joined in, squeezing his sheath, almost painfully. The stimulation and pressure to his prostate forced his body to betray him yet again. His shaft emerged from the protective holder and into the unseen paw, stroked and squeezed while some of the villagers whooped and cheered, laughing at his embarrassment.

They talked amongst themselves and he could hear a few dogs barking at the commotion. His cock was being squeezed and tugged on, and then he felt a tongue lap against the tip, making his whole body clench down on the thick intruder still lodged inside him. His head instinctively looked down to see what was going on. A dog had its head up under his bound body and was lapping at the cock in some woman's paw. The villagers were hooting and hollering now, laughter filling Ember's ears as all eyes remained on him and his now-dripping sex.

He grit his teeth, trying to focus on anything but the forced pleasure coming from his shaft. His body was losing the battle of his will and his knot was growing rapidly. The crowd seemed to grow quiet for a moment, as if this is the moment they were waiting for. The paw wrapped loosely behind his knot, pumping it back and forth as the dog's tongue continued to lap along the slick length, focusing on the tip for more of the wolf's pre. Soon enough he felt his balls start to tingle and draw close to his body, he whined out and tried to keep himself from going over, not wanting to give them the satisfaction, but his cock pulsed and released his load across the frenzied tongue, splattering onto the dirt road beneath him.

That was the denouement the crowd was waiting for and they all broke out into a ruckus once more, laughing louder and clapping in amusement, furthering his humiliation. His cock was released and the dog shooed away. Bruno was talking with a few of the villagers in his own language and Ember just kept his eyes closed shut, trying to keep the world out. Porto started walking forward again towards the middle of the small village, and Bruno hopped off, tying the horse's lead to the post. "I have some things I have to do... I'll be back in a few hours and we can discuss your... new arrangement..." He said, laughing and patting Ember's head roughly.

Ember didn't respond and didn't open his eyes, just remaining still, lying to himself with the thought that playing dead might work. The horse's shaft was nothing but a dull pain in insides and he sighed to think that he was actually getting used to the feeling. He focused for a moment and then sighed out as his own sheath released a stream of his own piss onto the ground below. He didn't even care anymore. There was nothing left to shame him, no dignity left in his body. He could hear the villagers talking, laughing, but it didn't matter.

In the hours that followed, the dog from earlier, which appeared to be a wolfdog of sorts, returned and started licking over every inch of Ember's body, cleaning him from all the scents he could find, excited by the wide assortment he found. Ember kept his eyes closed, too defeated to pay any attention or to try and tell the dog off. It was about the same time that he felt the horse's shaft start to soften and retreat, but not before a new warmth spread through his bowels as Porto relieved himself once again.

Ember grimaced and his eyes squeezed shut. The hot liquid stung on his abused walls and it dripped back out of him, taking the remnants of Porto's cum with it, only to be lapped up by the feral dog below who became even more excited by the fresh source of smells and fluids. When Porto's shaft finally slipped free, retreating into his sheath, the dog's head was pressed up between their legs and his tongue lapped over Ember's stretched hole, even just past the ring, eagerly lapping everything up.

It hurt quite a lot, but there was nothing for Ember to do but bite his tongue and wait for the dog to finish. Thankfully, Bruno returned and chased the dog off. "You ready to rethink your original contract?" He asked, kneeling down and taking Ember's head in his paw, forcing him to look forward.

The grey wolf had kept his eyes closed for a while and when he finally opened them, it took a second to adjust. He saw Bruno staring at him, gripping his muzzle, and he just nodded slowly.

"Good." Bruno replied simply, standing up and undoing the straps one at a time, Ember's body just collapsing to the dirt beneath the horse, some of the piss-made-mud dirtying his fur. Bruno dropped the straps on the ground and leaned back down to take Ember's white and blue striped scarf, wrapping it around his neck like it was supposed to be used. "There you go... Now get up, grab those straps, and come back to the barn." He ordered, climbing back into the saddle to take Bruno back to his pen.

Ember just lay there on the ground, eyes looking at the dirt and small rocks that were there. His whole body ached, his ass was sore, he felt dehydrated and hungry, and he couldn't find it in himself to put up any fight. It took all the strength he had to manage to stand up, picking up all the straps as instructed. If it weren't for the scarf around his neck, anyone looking at him might have thought he was some homeless vagrant. His grey fur matted and covered in dirt and mud, hunched over from discomfort, eyes bloodshot. Ember just slowly walked back towards the barn, keeping his gaze down at the roads as all the eyes on him kept his cheeks red from shame.

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_Part 3:All good things must come to an end, especially Ember's. A year after completing what his boss calls a "disastrous mission", Ember is forced to return to Brazil to fix the mess he created... by making a few more. _