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"AAGGGHHH! One hundred, sir!" the rattlesnake shouted as the paddle struck his exposed ass again. His orca master gave the cheeks a squeeze, making him howl in agony.

The green dragon reclined in an armchair in the luxurious room, one of many chairs that were arranged around the sawhorse to which the slave was securely strapped. The dragon loved the room--from the throne like armchairs to the Persian rug beneath his claws, it was the perfect place to relax and watch a slave get a nice whipping. "I bet that ass is pretty tender by now, wouldn't you say?" he said lazily, paying no heed to the snake's sniffling sobs. "You were all over the news this morning, worm. Seems they just now realized you were missing. It's kind of funny how you had already been fucked by each one of us before anyone on the surface even noticed. There was even an interview with your girlfriend! Loose-looking little tramp, isn't she? But then again, most foxes are."

"SHUT UP!" the snake shouted, sobbing in rage.

The dragon smiled. He had hit all of the right buttons on the slave. Too easy. "Oh, Lowen?" he asked, raising a hand to his orca friend.

The cetacean grinned back, picking up a braided leather whip. "One hundred more lashes, right?"

"Oh, I was thinking fifty, but I like the sound of a hundred much better," the dragon said, smiling at the snake's wail of despair. "I've told you I like the way you think, right?"

"Of course!" the orca let out a hearty laugh. "But I learned from the best! I'll keep him busy while you break in that new otter. Rattler here's got too much defiance in him. Film the whipping as usual?"

"You know me too well," the dragon said, getting out of his armchair and walking to the door. "Clear out your schedule tomorrow night. Our two newest guests are getting a special welcome. Tell everyone else they need to attend. Farewell until then." He walked out the door, waiting for the beautiful sound of snake screams before letting it shut. And then he started down the hall to sample his newest toy.

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"Come on, boy. Crawl behind me. Time for walkies!"

That's what the lion had said. Walkies. Satch wouldn't have even said that to a pet dog. Yet there Ren was, crying and shaking on all fours, trussed up in a collar and leash, ready for the walkies that the evil lion was going to make him take. Satch couldn't believe the panicked, submissive state of his roommate--what had they done to Ren while Satch was unconscious?

Not to say that the stallion didn't have worries of his own. Bryce, the rhino whom he had just watched rape Ren in the face currently held him by his balls, the painful grip like a vice. And Satch was just as helpless as Ren was, maybe even more so, with his muscular body chained to the X cross, a ball gag in his mouth and his own wet gym sock stretched over his snout. Each whinny of pain sent the smell of workout sweat--a workout that seemed a lifetime ago--assaulting his nostrils.

What was going to happen to the two of them? The lion had said they were now slaves... but Ren was being taken to a different master, wasn't he? Did that mean that there were more rapists down... wherever they were? And did that mean that Bryce was his "owner" or not? The rhino grinned at him, giving his balls a cruel squeeze, and he thrashed around in pain.

The lion led Ren out of the cell, and in spite of himself, Satch tried to call after him. "MMMFFF!" was all the stallion could manage before he got another cuff to the groin and another blast of sock stink. With a loud, secure click, the metal cell door closed, the otter being dragged down the hallway and leaving Satch wondering if he'd ever even see his roommate again.

"Oh, don't worry, pony. We're gonna take REAL good care of your fag friend," Bryce chuckled, making Satch give an "OOF" as he thumped the stallion's toned chest. "Master Slithar's the dragon in charge here, and that's who's gonna own him. And you're my bitch until I decide you're ready for your new owner. And believe me, bitch." The rhino's knee snapped upward, right between Satch's legs, making the horse scream quite audibly, even in spite of his gags. "Slithar and me take a lot less shit than Lionel does. And that otter gave us far too much shit." Shit?! From what Satch saw, Ren had just been terrified and vulnerable! "That little fag pissed me the fuck off, so I'm gonna to take it out on you, pony." Stars erupted in Satch's vision as a rhino hand, heavy like concrete, struck him across the face. The dull fear from earlier was rapidly bubbling into terror; Bryce was the worst person with whom he could imagine being alone and helpless. "So unless you want me to beat the living shit out of you, here's lesson one," the rhino continued, pulling the sock off of the horse's snout. "I am 'master' or 'sir' to you, ALWAYS." The hand throttled his testicles again, his teeth making marks in his ball gag at the pain. "Got it, bitch?" Bryce asked, ripping the gag out of Satch's mouth, the buckle holding it in place snapping at the back of his head, pulling out a few hairs from his mane.

Satch knew exactly what he wanted to tell the rhino, but something told him that insulting the incredibly muscular and sadistic psychopath wasn't a good idea. Besides, he was happy to have the sock off his face. "Yes sir," he said quickly, already thankful that the rhino wasn't going to be his owner--this would only be temporary. He hoped.

Another stinging blow to his face made him cry out. "I didn't like the sound of that one, bitch," Bryce growled. He kneaded Satch's balls in his merciless grip, a sneer curling his lips. "We're just gonna have to make things interesting. I'm now 'Lord Master Bryce' to you. So, who's my bitch?"

Satch blushed, but the rhino's brute strength was all the persuasion he needed. "I-I am, Lord Master Bryce," he stammered awkwardly, trying not to look at the master's thick erection.

Bryce laughed at Satch's evident discomfort. "I like the sound of that one. We'll keep it, bitch." The rhino's other hand grabbed Satch's flaccid shaft, giving it a squeeze. "You're a big pony, aren't you, bitch? How many girls has this nasty thing been in?" The sudden crushing feeling on his balls showed that the question wasn't rhetorical.

"Gaah! Twelve! Twelve!"

The hand squeezed harder. "Twelve WHAT?"

"Oh god! Twelve Lord Master Bryce! Please let go let go let go!" Satch gasped as the viselike grip slackened, his hands instinctively fighting against his manacles as they tried to reach down to massage his poor balls.

Bryce laughed at him again. "You know twelve off the top of your head? You keep track all the time? We got a filthy slutty pony here!" he chuckled, thumping Satch in the chest again. "You think you're hot shit, don't you, bitch? I know, boy--you and the fag played detective, but I did some snooping of my own when we discovered you. Sounds like West Hill's going to miss the top student of their pre-med program!" Satch's chest heaved as he worked to catch his breath. Who were these people, who only became more dangerous the more he learned about them!? "No loss though--you'll make a much better slut than anything else you could've been. I'll leak some pictures of your new life now and then to keep everyone updated!" Bryce laughed, making Satch gasp as their cocks touched, the rough hand pumping their shafts against one another and forcing the big horsecock to stiffen. "Already hard, bitch boy? Bet your girlfriends would LOVE to see this!" Satch let out a little moan at the rough frotting. To his own shame, a little bead of precum glistened at the opening of his urethra, which Bryce's hand squeezed out, making it trickle and mix with the rhino's pre. The fist smeared their precum over their dicks, lubing them up as the rhino jacked them harder. Everything about it was wrong, but Satch's body was working against him, and he was getting close...

"Not yet, bitch boy!" Bryce said, letting go and backhanding Satch in the stomach. As the stallion coughed and gasped for air, he felt Bryce slip something around the base of his cock and balls. Looking down, he could see a metal ring around his shaft, two flat arms jutting out to the side. There was some sort of nut-and-bolt assembly in these arms, and Bryce used a very tiny socket wrench to tighten them, making the ring close over the horse's cock.

Satch couldn't help but cry out in alarm as the ring tightened, like some perverted tourniquet keeping his cock erect. "What are you doing?! You'll cut off the circulation!" he shouted as Bryce tightened it far beyond comfort.

"That's the idea, bitch boy," Bryce said, giving the wrench one last twist and making Satch moan at the extreme tightness. The rhino's heavy palm slapped Satch's throbbing erection, made extra sensitive from the rush of blood. "And I deserve an apology for the way you just spoke to me, bitch," he growled, ignoring the stallion's whinnies of pain as he slapped Satch's cock again.

"Agghh! I'm sorry, Lord Master Bryce! Owww... ahhh..." God damn, his genitals were SO sensitive! With the cock ring, just a grope from the rhino was torture!

"What's wrong, bitch? Don't like your present?" Bryce mocked, dealing another cruel slap to Satch's cock that bounced it against his navel. "That's a Lionel original, made special for you, slut! Fit to this big ugly cunt plug..." He slapped Satch's dick again. "Custom bolt lock that only turns with this key here..." Satch watched in horror as Bryce carelessly tossed it over his shoulder, the clatter as it hit the floor deafening in the otherwise silent cell. "That's right, bitch," Bryce said with a sneer, seeing the look on Satch's face. "This baby's permanent. Nice to see you're a lot quicker on the uptake than the otter fag, heh heh."

It took all of Satch's self control to keep from shouting at the evil rhino, a glare etching across his face. "Don't look at me like that, bitch," Bryce said, giving the horse's cock another slap, except this time he gripped the shaft hard in his hand and began pumping at a brutal pace. Satch gave a whinny of surprise, thrashing against the cross as he was quickly brought to the brink of a painful climax. "Straight boy's cumming for another male! How does it feel, bitch?"

"No... I'm not, I--unghh, ahhhh..." Satch tried to protest, but he was completely helpless, his body betraying him as his cock responded to the rhino's intense handjob. Achieving orgasm was the last thing on his mind, but his penis was about to blow its load, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He cried out, his toes curling, body stiffening on the cross. A long string of cum shot across the cell, splattering on the floor nearly a yard away, followed by more spurts which marked a sticky trail back to his sweating, gasping form.

"Heh heh heh! Nice shot, bitch," Bryce said, bending down and wiping his hand in Satch's cum. "Now lick this clean." He held up his palm in front of Satch's face, dripping with the horse's seed. "Or does Lord Master Bryce need to milk you some more before you're hungry?" A quick glance downward made the stallion realize he was still very much erect. Were they serious about the ring being permanent? This couldn't be good for his penis. "I'm waiting, bitch," Bryce said impatiently, flicking his index finger at Satch's cock and jarring him from his thoughts.

He groaned at the humiliating choice, but he knew resistance would only make things worse. "I'll lick... um, Lord Master Bryce," he said reluctantly, swallowing in apprehension. Slowly, he opened his mouth, gingerly lapping at the rhino's palm. The salty flavor of semen and rhino skin stung his taste buds, the hand warm and moist on his tongue.

"Heh heh! What a slut!" Bryce chuckled, his free hand grasping Satch's sore balls. The stallion's stomach knotted from the rhino's pulling, squeezing, and--oh god--twisting, and he gasped and moaned from this new torture. But still he licked Bryce's hand clean, his hatred growing with every pinch to his testicles.

"All done?" Bryce asked, pulling his now cum-free hand away and looking at it. Satch watched him in suspense as he stood quietly for a few moments. "Nice and clean," the rhino finally said, smirking. The horse let out a sigh of relief; somehow he had pleased the--

"UNGH!" Satch cried out as the brutally heavy rhinoceros hand collided with the side of his face. His snout smacked against the wood of the cross from the slap's sheer force, making his whole face feel like one mass of pain. He felt around with his tongue inside his mouth; somehow he still had all his teeth. Looking nervously at the rhino, he felt his voice shake as he asked, "W-what did I do, Lord Master Bryce?"

The master shrugged, smirking. "A slut like you exists. That's all the reason I need to beat the shit out of you!" he laughed, kneeling down to unlock the shackles around Satch's ankles. Anger and fear swirled inside him, making his breath quicken. He had never hated anyone as much as he hated Bryce, his loathing only swelling with each insult, each undeserved slap, each violation.

His wrist clamps were the next to go, making him fall to the floor, his limbs far too feeble to support himself. He groaned, trying to get his weak muscles to work, sapped of their strength from whatever chemical had been used to knock him out earlier for capture.

And then Bryce was on him. Satch's arms were forced in front of him, the rhino having no difficulty snapping a pair of handcuffs on his wrists. His tail swished nervously back and forth as he tried to get up. Bryce had his back turned and was fiddling with something; maybe Satch could get up and fight back! But he was so weak... his arms could barely push his body from the floor without quivering and collapsing under him. The master laughed at his struggles, turning around with a pair of shears in his hands and promptly leapt onto the weakened Satch. Over 200 pounds of rhinoceros body was too much for him, and he collapsed flat on his stomach, groaning at the weight.

"Don't struggle, bitch," Bryce ordered from his position on Satch's back, delivering a heavy slap to the stallion's toned ass. Gigantic feet pressed on both sides of Satch's face, the most horrible stink he had ever smelled assaulting his nostrils. The feet were like his own, five toed and plantigrade, but these were sticky with sweat and grime, the soles almost completely black with filth. Satch gagged at the stench, excessively masculine and strong--had the rhino EVER bathed? The dirty toes curled and brushed over his lips; the stallion clenched his teeth firmly shut.

The feet squeezed harder, smearing the unfortunate horse's face with sweat, distracting him so much that he almost didn't notice the rhino grabbing his tail and yanking it straight into the air. Harder to miss was the jarring feeling of cold metal at the tip of his long tail, right where flesh transitioned into silky hair. Panicking, he tried to thrash under Bryce's weight, his tail swishing in agitation, a couple wisps of hair coming loose in the rhino's grip.

"NO! STO--MMPPPHHH GLLCCKK!" Satch protested, but Bryce had taken the moment of opened mouth to give the horse his first taste of rhino foot. As bad as it smelled, it was ten times worse on his tongue. He bit down on the muscular foot, earning himself a splitting blow to the back of the head with the clipper handles and an even more powerful taste of foot flavor. His head spinning, Satch gagged again, his struggles growing weaker.

"Bad slut! Hold the fuck still or I'm docking you!" Bryce ordered, moving the clippers to the base of Satch's tail, where it met the end of his spine. The stallion cried out at the threat, and he gagged on Bryce's toes, his body locking as if petrified. A cruel laugh came from the rhino, who lined up the blades with Satch's horsehairs. "Snip snip!" he taunted, the sound of the cut deafening in the stallion's ears.

It didn't hurt, of course, but Satch could feel his tail suddenly become lighter, the silken blonde tuft wadded in Bryce's fist and tossed carelessly aside. Satch had always been proud of his tail; from as early as he could remember, he had gotten compliments on how handsome it made him look, how graceful and silky it seemed to stay no matter what. He had grown that tail for twenty-two years... it was as if he had been robbed of an old friend, some part of his innocence that had remained since childhood cruelly torn from his life. Sure, it would grow back. But it wouldn't be the same, and who knew how long it would take? Somehow, in spite of all the abuse, the shearing of his tail was what made the reality of his new life sink in. Before he could stop himself, he whimpered, his first sign of weakness muffled by the feet in his face.

"Awww... bitch boy misses his tail already? Don't worry, slut," Bryce chuckled, reaching behind himself and dealing a heavy smack to the stallion slave's ass. The stinging pain made Satch give a shout, taking in a big breath of rhino feet. "You're gonna be glad it's not there, because I'm gonna fuck you. You may be going to a master who won't top you, but I sure as hell won't pass up an ass like this!" The rhino's feet moved to the top of the stallion's head, stabilizing their owner for another backward slap.

"Agh!" Satch grunted at the spank, his ass already warm and burning with fresh pain. What did Bryce mean by the master who wouldn't top him? "Wh-what are you talking about--OW!--Lord Master Bryce! What are you talking about, Lord Master Bryce?" he hastily corrected, flinching at the threat of another blow. He wouldn't have been surprised if his ass was bruised by now.

The sticky feet stroked his mane as the rhino laughed. Satch could feel the massive body on top of him shake with Bryce's peals of mirth. "Oh, you'll find out soon enough, bitch boy. But let's just say ol' Bryce may be paying you some visits. We gotta keep this in shape!" The rhino's finger, blunt and thick, reached under the base of what was left of Satch's tail, slowly stroking between the horse's ass cheeks.

"NO! STOP!" Satch shouted, panicking and trying to thrash around. But his muscles failed him. Besides, what could he have done with Bryce's full weight on him anyway? The index finger pushed inside him, spreading his virgin anal ring and immediately giving him the awful sensation of burning as his ass was penetrated for the first time. His tail flicked uselessly, the stubby appendage unable even to cover himself, let alone stop the violation. "Nggghhh! ...Agghhhh..." He could feel his anus contract around the finger as it made its way deeper inside him. His insides cringed at the pain--he felt so horribly full inside! People like Ren enjoyed this?!

The finger inside him curled, and he let out a shriek at the suddenly jarring surge of pain. "Heh! Knew you were just a little pussy all along! I don't see how one of the fag's friends couldn't be!" Satch gave an agonized moan as the finger roughly pulled out of his clenched ass. Was anything gentle with this rhino? He gagged as the stench of sweat attacked his nostrils again, his face burning with the heat from the soles that squeezed on each side of his snout. "So here's how this session's gonna work, slut. I'm going to fuck this ass. We can do it the easy way, meaning you'll lick my feet like a good slut and I'll fuck you nice and gentle-like. Or we can do the hard way." Satch groaned as a new stink mixed into his nostrils, Bryce's wet and heavy ballsac sliding down his forehead and resting atop his nose. Looking upward made him truly appreciate how big the rhino was. Bryce had said that Satch beat him at cock length, but this was an overstatement; Satch was only maybe an inch longer than the master. But what scared him was the sheer girth of Bryce's dick. He wasn't even sure if it could fit in his throat, let alone his ass! No--he wouldn't make those thoughts! He wasn't going to let it go anywhere!

...He wished. Perhaps it was the overbearing stink of pure maleness clouding his judgment, but he had to ask. "What's the hard way, Lord Master Bryce?" he said, carefully avoiding defiance in his voice. A drop of pre fell from the rhino's erection and trickled down the curve of Satch's face.

Bryce gave a wicked laugh. "I rape you until you pass out, then wake you up and rape you until you pass out again." At this statement, the cock on Satch's face, aroused, lifted a bit, somehow stiffening more and dripping a new bead of pre. The stallion shuddered, swallowing and opening his mouth. This was so much worse than licking Bryce's hand! But he had no choice. Satch was no fool, and he was going to assume that the master's threat was a literal one. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad... but he gagged again at the smell as he tried to tell himself this. Wincing, he stuck out his thick tongue, hesitantly inching it toward Bryce's right foot, the bluish gray surface barely visible under the areas of grime. His taste buds immediately stung with the tang of salty sweat and dirt as his tongue pressed flat against the master's heel. As he forced himself to drag his face up the foot, the surface was rough and grainy under his tongue, the taste horribly bitter, almost sour. He could hear Bryce's perverse sighs of pleasure, which taunted him as much as the insults had, making him feel less than a person, forcing him to accept that, at that moment and for who knew how much longer, he was an object for the rhino's most sadistic and disgusting lusts.

"Excellent choice, bitch boy," Bryce said, flexing his toes and forcing more musk into Satch's nose as the stallion made it to the top of his foot. "And don't spit out the dirt. That's a snack for you." Satch froze; he had been about to do exactly that. Was Bryce kidding?! But the horse knew that he wasn't; whatever was humiliating or painful for Satch was fuel for his tormentor's arousal. Suppressing a gag at the thought of swallowing--ugh, he didn't want to think about it--THAT, the stallion awkwardly pushed as much of the grime as he could from his tongue, and, with a gag he couldn't hold back this time, swallowed the grainy mixture, rough in his throat as it made its way down. "Alternate your licks, boy. Foot to foot. And after each one, you're going to thank me, bitch boy. 'Thank you for letting me worship your feet, Lord Master Bryce!' Say it!" the rhino barked, slapping Satch in the ass again.

"Uggghhhh..." the stallion groaned, misery etched on his face. Suddenly, his ass felt as if it were on fire! He screamed at the searing pain, trying to look behind him, but Bryce's feet forced Satch's head facing forward again. This was bigger than Bryce's finger! Whatever it was twisted, its odd shape only causing more pain as it rotated inside Satch's ass, which desperately clenched around its intruder in a useless attempt to prevent it from going deeper.

"Say it! Or I add another finger!" Bryce threatened, spreading the two that he had inside the stallion and making him howl, the sweaty mane tossing back and forth as Satch convulsed in pain.

"THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME WORSHIP YOUR FEET--AAAHHHH!--LORD MASTER BRYCE! LORD MASTER BRYCE!" Satch screamed. But the fingers stayed inside him. In front of his face, the toes on Bryce's left foot wiggled, as if to tell him the filthy sole needed attention. Feeling that third finger flick at his plugged entrance, the stallion let out a cry, almost like a whimper. He needed no more persuasion; opening his mouth, he gave the foot an obedient lick, one long stroke from heel to toe. "Thank you for letting me worship your feet, Lord Master Bryce!" But still the fingers stayed in him. With a groan, Satch turned his head back to the other foot, slurping at it miserably. "Thank you for letting me worship your feet, Lord Master Bryce!"

Satch kept it up. Left foot, lick, "Thank you for letting me worship your feet, Lord Master Bryce!" Right foot, lick, "Thank you for letting me worship your feet, Lord Master Bryce!" Left foot, lick, "Thank you, Lord Master Bry--AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! PLEASE! PLEASE! TAKE IT OUT!" The third finger had forced its way in.

"Shut up, bitch boy! This's NOTHING compared to my cock. You're gonna keep licking, and you're gonna thank me PROPERLY. Every. Time." Satch screamed some more, Bryce plunging his fingers deep inside and back out, cruelly punctuating each word. The stallion couldn't believe this; he was getting punished for shortening his thank you!?

Right foot. Lick. "Thank you for letting me worship your feet, Lord Master Bryce!" Left foot. As he slurped at the foul surface, his face burned with humiliation. Somehow, the licking itself wasn't the worst part. The worst part was precisely what he had just been punished for, the fact that he had to repeat the entire stupid sentence after each disgusting taste. It shouldn't have bothered him, but each time he said it, he felt lower and lower, feeling the degradation in his trembling voice, each lick more difficult than the last to do. "Thank you for letting me worship your feet, Lord Master Bryce!"

Bryce laughed, scooting backward so his weight was on the small of the stallion's back instead of the shoulders. "See, bitch boy? THIS is how you break in a slave! If I broke in that fag otter, he woulda been BEGGING to please! Always said Lionel's too easy on the new sluts! AND WHY AREN'T YOU LICKING?" the rhino barked, bunching his pinky into the mass of fingers and twisting it into Satch's ass.

"OH GOD! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY, LORD MASTER BRYCE!" the horse screamed. He had thought Bryce wouldn't want to be interrupted, but apparently waiting was the worst thing he could have done. Desperately, his tongue slathered across the rhino's feet, only pulling away for him to cry, "THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME WORSHIP YOUR FEET, LORD MASTER BRYCE!"

Satch had no idea how long he was forced to lick, but it was a long time before Bryce removed his fingers, and that was long after his tongue felt rough and raw, the chanting worship becoming automatic. The rhino was tough to please, and was quick to give a slap to Satch's ass or balls whenever he didn't feel like a lick was good enough or if one of his sentences got sluggish or mumbled. Bryce never hesitated to bark orders at him: "Lick harder, bitch boy. I want these to fucking shine!" "Get between the toes now, slut. And don't be fucking shy about it!" "You're getting too much spit on them! Fix it!"

Even though he knew he was about to be raped, Satch couldn't help but be relieved when the rhino pulled his feet away and said, "Okay, bitch boy! That was absolute shit, but I'm fucking horny," Bryce chuckled, slapping Satch's sore rump. The horse almost cried out in frustration--there was really no pleasing the evil master! Powerful hands gripped his ass cheeks, spreading them wide. Before Satch could react, the rhino spat, making the horse shudder at the glob of saliva and its coldness on his anus. Rough fingers worked it in, stinging his sore insides and making him feel gross and wet inside. He couldn't stop himself; he moaned like a female, and it was humiliating.

"Heh heh! Been waitin' for this all day, bitch boy!" Bryce said, pushing himself off the horse and standing, keeping Satch down with a foot pressed hard on his back. "But first, answer a little question for me, pony." Satch felt his stomach twist in fear; there was no way this would amount to anything good. "You've fucked a lot of cunts, haven't you? What's the man whore's favorite position?"

"No... please don't make me answer that, Lord Master Bryce!" Satch begged. He knew what was going to happen. "AAGGHHH!" he cried out, his back popping as Bryce brought his other foot on the horse's back, the whole weight of the muscled rhino body pressing into one point on his sore body.

"MISSIONARY!" Satch shrieked, the master bearing down, twisting a little to increase the force on his back. "MISSIONARY, LORD MASTER BRYCE! PLEASE!"

He had never been more thankful in his life as the weight lifted. "Roll over, bitch boy. Keep those hands above your head. I better not feel those cuffs, not even once, got it?" came Bryce's orders. Before Satch could even think to obey, the rhino was already kicking him over, flipping him onto his back with a thud. The foot came down on his cock, still stubbornly erect, milking some more precum out of the shaft and onto Satch's belly. "Missionary, eh?" Bryce taunted, working the horse's cock and balls with his toes. "Classic missionary. But you've never been the woman, have you, bitch boy? Heh heh heh! We're gonna make this new for you!" The ball of the rhino's foot pressed into Satch's scrotum, the toes squeezing his cock, milking out his forced arousal. He moaned, tortured by pain and pleasure, trying to get away from the horrible foot--he never wanted to see Bryce's feet again!

But his body's instinct was, again, the worst thing he could do with Bryce in the picture. The rhino's foot stomped down on his delicate balls, making Satch scream as pain exploded in his groin, traveling upward through his body like a surge of electricity. He knew he had to apologize, to worship the rhino, to show that he would behave, but he couldn't take the pain anymore!

"I said hands above your head, bitch boy!" Bryce snapped, making Satch howl and whinny as he kneaded a testicle under his toe. "You're pissing me off, bitch. Spread those legs! I want your fucking feet in the air! Spread that cunt for me! NOW!"

Satch actually whimpered at how angry Bryce was. He obeyed as quickly as he could, having some trouble lifting his legs, thanks to the drugging from earlier. More brays of pain came from spreading himself; Bryce didn't once lift his foot from the stallion's balls, meaning reclining only made his body yank on his abused groin. The horse struggled to hold his body in the painful position, his legs trembling from the effort of displaying himself like a mare for his soon-to-be rapist.

"Mmmm... Fresh boy cunt for Lord Master Bryce! Let's take a look..." the rhino said, finally, mercifully lifting his foot from Satch's balls, which, almost like elastic, bounced back into place and made the stallion give a deep moan at their soreness. He felt the toes prod against his asshole, and he couldn't help it--he whimpered again. "Yes, nice and slutty for your Lord Master, bitch boy," Bryce taunted some more, thankfully pulling his foot away and getting to his knees. Satch could feel his breathing getting heavier, and he realized his body was shaking. The rhino bent over him, gripping his cuffed wrists, musk strong in Satch's nose as his eyes met Bryce's intense browns. The rapist's lip curled into a triumphant sneer as his cock, which to Satch seemed suddenly monstrously huge, stroked between the stallion's spread ass cheeks. "Beg for it, bitch boy. Beg for Lord Master Bryce to fuck your cunt."

Satch knew it was going to happen no matter what. He just wanted it to happen with the least amount of pain possible. "Please, Lord Master Bryce," he said, voice trembling. "Fuck my cunt--AAAAAAAHHHHHH! AAAHHHH! OH GOD! AAAHHHH!"

No amount of the rhino's fingers could have prepared him for what happened next. Bryce was impossibly huge, impossibly strong... and there was nothing subtle about how he was taking Satch. He had no idea how it fit into him, just that it did, most of it all at once, and that it HURT. His hips felt like they were separating to make room for it as Bryce bucked his cock forward, his eyes locked on Satch's, triumphant and dominant. Each thrust was a new bolt of pain, tearing his insides and making him howl; Bryce's grin was manic, thrilled that his prey was suffering and not bothered in the slightest by the screaming stallion in his face.

"Yeah, bitch boy--take it!" Bryce jeered, making Satch cry out as his fingers dug into the stallion's wrists. The horse's chains rattled on the stone floor as he struggled, which amounted to twitching in pain under his master, screaming and whinnying and gasping at the cock that forced his clenched ass open and apart. It wasn't that he was trying to keep Bryce out--god knew that there was no stopping the rhino--but his body could do nothing else! In the cruelest of ironies, his body's attempt at protection only made the pain excruciatingly worse!

"Wrap your fucking legs around me, bitch boy! Make me feel like I'm taking one of your whores instead of a tight pussy bitch like you!" Satch needed no persuasion; his legs locked around his master, right around the small of Bryce's back, offering the smallest comfort of something to squeeze with each bucking pain. But Bryce timed the squeezing with his thrusts to force himself deeper inside the stallion, and Satch's newest scream transitioned into the most submissive noise that he had ever made, a long, high-pitched moan as the cock reached something deep inside him he couldn't quite describe. It was something that made his body tense up, his toes curling behind Bryce's back, and he threw his head back for another howling moan that soon became a shriek as his master viciously pulled completely out.

Again, the enormous cockhead poked into his anal ring, one of Bryce's big hands grabbing his wet cock. "Looks like player bitch's a little fag too, just like his otter boyfriend!" the rhino said, rubbing his hand in the--no, it couldn't be!--cum?! He hadn't even realized it! "You're lovin' this, ain't you, Creampie? Good name for a slut pony like you!" The cummy hand squeezed around Satch's mouth as he desperately tried to shake his head no. "How much can we get out of Creampie?"

Satch tossed his head around as the agony began anew, the pure muscle that was Bryce's fingers locked on his snout and refusing to let go. The fucking had assumed a regularity, a horrible, agonizing pattern. Thrust, full hilt. Thankfully, he kept from the humiliation of cumming, but he screamed as loud as he could, even with the fist wrapped around his face. After the big thrusts came pumping, that in-and-out motion while the rhino was still inside him. The fucking. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Inside him, making him moan like a female, in a mixture of pain and forced arousal. Satch knew it was just the prostate stimulation--or at least that's what he kept telling himself--but it didn't change how humiliated he felt at every moan he couldn't suppress. And then Bryce would pull out again, issuing a constant stream of insults and abuse while Satch screamed as the process continued. Thrust. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Out. And thrust again.

Satch had never been in so much pain in his entire life! Is this how a female felt? None of his flings had ever wanted to do anal because of the size of his dick, and he couldn't blame them, especially now that he knew it would have felt like this. But Bryce was even wider than Satch was! He cried out as the rhino cock pulled out, smearing its pre on his thigh, then plunged all the way back in. "Such a tight little bitch, Creampie! Moanin' like a slut, aren't you!" And Satch was. He whimpered at the humiliation of it!

When his girlfriends and one night stands had taken him, they had moaned too. Satch had always thought it had been because he was so good at pleasuring them, but now he wasn't so sure. Had they been in as much pain as he was now? He remembered being one girl's first time... she was a small spaniel, a year younger than he was. He remembered how nervous she had been--she was one he had hurt, because he was so big. She even bled a bit, and he had been so gentle... Satch wondered if he was bleeding right now under Bryce's sheer brutality. That time was so different than the way Bryce was taking him; Satch had stopped, made sure that she was okay. But Bryce--it was all about his pleasure, and his pleasure was at its highest when Satch was in agonizing pain.

He had fucked in this position before, and it was so intimate. Nothing was hotter than seeing his mate's face as he came inside her, their bodies joined together with him on top, and it felt so amazing! But this... this was a bastardized version of that! Satch had to watch his rapist, the two of them sharing complete intimacy in the most horrible way! Thoughts like these faded in and out with the pain, and Satch could hear his cries become less masculine and more submissive as Bryce's thrusts sped, both males' breathing rapidly accelerating. The hand moved from his snout to his cheek, the other hand letting go of his wrists and grabbing a fistful of mane. Satch's eyes widened as his master's mouth opened and came forward, and he shook his head, desperate to get away. The thrusts were now actually inching him across the floor slightly, instinct making him squeeze his legs as tightly as he could around his master. Bryce's mouth met his with little resistance, as it was open wide in a scream.

It was the most intense kiss Satch had ever been given. The hands squeezed his face, keeping it from escaping as Bryce's tongue, which was just as powerful as the rest of him, violated his mouth, pushing around as if it was marking every last inch as the rhino's territory. His own tongue futilely tried to fight back, but it just seemed to arouse his master more, whose tongue darted around with his own, even making him gag as it poked down his throat. Satch squeezed his eyes shut, desperate to get away from Bryce--it was the only way he could. His world was pain and humiliation, his body completely violated while Bryce's cock pistoned deep inside him, hitting that point that mixed pain and pleasure, which was the most humiliating part of all. He could feel it throb inside him, the thrusts faster than ever and covering less distance, pounding that deep pleasure center...

He felt himself cum this time, and he came HARD. A long jet of it shot across both of their bodies, splattering on their chests and faces. Satch moaned into Bryce's mouth, bucking his hips as the orgasm he didn't want to have made a mess of his chest and belly. It dripped down his chin and neck, warm and sticky in his fur. His master made one final slamming thrust, the tongue inside his mouth invading his throat, Bryce's lips and body pushing against his own as hard as they could. Satch whined as he felt the terrible warmness and fullness deep in his bowels, the feeling of Bryce marking him as the bitch, as Creampie the horse slut.

The rhino didn't stay inside him long, pulling out and slopping cum everywhere. Satch moaned as his master let his face go and broke the kiss. His ass felt gaping and loose, like an overstretched ring of elastic, and he whimpered at the touch of Bryce's hands, gathering both rhino and stallion cum as they molested him. "Snack time, Creampie!" the rhino called, holding up his dripping palms. The horse couldn't help but groan miserably, but he knew he had to do whatever the evil rhino wanted. He slurped desperately at the semen mixture, lapping it up as fast as he could.

But the hand almost immediately pulled away and slapped him in the face, the cum matting his fur. "I didn't hear a thank you, Creampie!" Bryce said, rubbing his other cum-coated hand all over Satch's face and mane until the horse was a complete mess.

"Th-thank you, Lord--AGGHH!" Satch tried to say, but another hard slap to the face silenced him.

"Too late, Creampie," Bryce growled, fingers squeezing into Satch's arms. The stallion cried out as his master flipped him over with no difficulty, his underside colliding with the stone floor. Bryce was immediately on top of him again, cock erect again and prodding his ass. A fist grabbed his mane, yanking his head back so Bryce could whisper in his ear. "It's time for round two, Creampie."

The cock pushed into him, and Satch could only scream. *****************************************************************************

"Crawl faster, Creampie. No one here gives a shit about how much it hurts."

Satch moaned as Bryce tugged on his leash. Just like Ren had been led away, Satch was on all fours, crawling like a pet dog and struggling to keep up with the rhino. The stallion had been given little time to rest; after raping him on the floor, Bryce had chained him back to the cross, his ankles bound to his wrists, where he was fucked an excruciating third time. Bryce had then decided to wear Satch's discarded gym socks--after he used them to mop up the cum from the floor.

So it was behind these socked feet he followed, the white already taking on a discolored tinge. He winced with every step as he crawled down the hallway. God, his ass hurt so much! It felt so loose, so overstretched, so... sticky. He grimaced at another impatient tug on his leash, crawling closer to his mast--the rhino. The rhino. Not his master. He would go through the motions, say what they wanted him to say, but he wasn't going to let himself break. Bryce had almost gotten him earlier, but thankfully he wasn't going to spend much longer with the rhino. In the heat of being... raped those times, the horse had lost control. But now, away from all of that, he was in command of himself again--shaken, of course, but better than before. Things would change soon. From what Satch could gather, this new master was nothing compared to Bryce. Satch would get through this; he was nobody's slave! Though it was beyond humiliating to be led on a leash like a pet, he wasn't about to fight back. The stallion was a lot of things, but stupid wasn't one of them. He just had to wait for the right opportunity and then strike! Ren would be on his side, and he was sure he could convince any other prisoners he found to help him escape. Bryce may have been strong, but Satch was strong, too, when he wasn't tied up. If he acted like a good slave, they would take fewer precautions with him, relax the bondage a bit. And then he would strike. He just had to keep telling himself that.

"We're here, Creampie!" Bryce called, giving Satch a slap on his leaking ass. The horse gave a start; he had been so lost in his thoughts, he hadn't been paying attention. "You're gonna love what Master Xavier has in store for you!" The rhino rapped his knuckles on the door, which bore a plaque that read "Horse Stables." Satch gulped; this did not sound good. This did not sound good at all.

"Where is that cocksucker?" Bryce said impatiently, tapping his foot and tightening his grip on the leash. Satch whimpered--he tended to get hurt when Bryce lost what little patience he had. The rhino knocked again, getting no answer again. With a grunt of annoyance, he yanked hard on Satch's leash, choking the horse and making him trip and collide with the door, head first. The stallion groaned, pushing himself back to all fours and massaging the knot that now protruded from his scalp. "He'd better be here, or I'm gonna punish you all myself," Bryce growled, grabbing the knob and kicking the stallion forward.

The rhino pushed the door open and booted Satch inside, the smell of sweat, sex, and hay suddenly overpowering. It looked like they were in a barn, with individual stalls lining the left and right sides. A wooden bondage horse was set up in the center, a nude elk awkwardly strapped to it backwards, facing the ceiling. His cock stood straight in the air and was kept erect by a ring just like the one Satch wore. The elk was in visible pain, a steady stream of "mmf"s coming from his muzzled mouth. From the barn rafters, right in front of a large support pillar, hung a set of manacles, suspending an upside-down kiger mustang by his ankles to the right of the bound elk. The stallion also looked incredibly uncomfortable, a muzzle over his face and wrists tied tightly behind his back. He wore a cock ring too, his big, mottled horsecock drooling pre. Another set of chains paralleled those that held the other stallion, these on the elk's left side, and Satch had a feeling they were meant for him.

The two slaves looked up in fear, like prey animals sensing a predator nearby, and began thrashing around in panic as they recognized Bryce. "Well looky here. Pony sluts without a master!" the rhino called, continuing to force Satch forward. The leashed stallion was already starting to have second thoughts about his escape plan; there was no avoiding the two slaves' absolutely terrified expressions--the suspended horse was actually swinging around by his ankle chains in his attempts to get away from Bryce. Laughing, the master walked over to the horse, dragging Satch with him, and he grabbed the hanging slave by the balls. Muffled squeals came from the equine's muzzled mouth, but he was apparently better at gauging what the rhino wanted than Satch was, and he stopped thrashing, gently coming to a standstill. Bryce let the tan horse's balls go, then reached down to remove his muzzle.

"Creampie, on your knees," the rhino ordered, Satch basically being yanked upright, his face next to that of the other horse, Bryce's cock pointing between them. "Lick it, boys."

"Yes, master!" the tan horse chirped and obediently lapped at the rhino's dick, despite the obvious difficulty he was having from his upside-down position.

"Yes, Lord Master Bryce!" Satch made himself say, hoping he was quick enough to avoid some pain. He really didn't want another slap from the muscular rhino. Sticky with dried cum from their earlier session together, Bryce's cock tasted strongly of sweat and musk. It was incredibly salty and bitter; Satch definitely preferred the taste of his own. The master's hands grabbed the horses by the back of their heads, forcing them together, making Satch touch tongues with a male whose name he didn't even know. He caught the elk's eyes as he licked, a mixture of fear and pity on the cervine's face. For some reason, the slave seemed really familiar... but these thoughts were pushed aside as his tongue was guided underneath the rhino's balls.

Bryce had them make out for a few minutes, then pulled the suspended horse away, yanking him backwards by the mane while keeping Satch lapping at the sweaty ballsac. "So, Speckles..." Bryce said, evidently a jab at the horse's spotted cock. "Where's Master Xavier? Or is Master Bryce punishing you all today?"

At that joke--Satch hoped it was a joke, anyway--the horse whimpered. "No, no, please, master! Master Xavier is in the back, with, with--" the slave stammered for a bit, then swallowed. "With him, master."

At this, Bryce chuckled, and Satch gasped for air as the hand let go of his mane, letting his nose out of the rhino's balls. Not sure of what to do, and not daring to attempt escape while Bryce played with the other stallion, Satch just sat on his knees, breathing in sweet, clean, non-groin air.

"Ah, yes. HIM." Bryce grinned his foulest smile and reached upward, giving the horse's nuts a squeeze. The slave immediately whimpered and began pleading incoherently for mercy, and it confused Satch. What was going on? Sure, having Bryce grab your balls hurt, but not THAT much. He was going to have to rethink his escape plan; if they had this horse broken that much, then he wasn't going to be much of a useful ally. "You better watch out, Speckles. Creampie here is gonna give you some competition," Bryce said, giving the upside-down ballsac a light tug, which the horse again overreacted to, shrieking and blubbering. "And I'll let you in on a little secret... he's a MUCH better fuck than you are."

This lewd sentence had a huge effect on Speckles, who actually started crying, his ankle chains rattling because his body was trembling so much. "I promise I'll do better, sir--master! Please please please let me keep them!" He collapsed into sobs as Bryce let his sac go.

"Pathetic. Ugh," the rhino said, looking at Speckles with distaste as he grabbed the discarded muzzle and shoved it back on the slave's snout. "Sucks that it ain't my decision. But if it was, they'd be gone right now. Disgusting slut," he spat, tightening the muzzle and backhanding Speckles in the gut. "Come on, Creampie. Time to get you up there too."

Satch gagged at the sudden yank on his leash. What had that been all about?! Things were only getting more disturbing, which only further confirmed how important it was that he escaped. Bryce punched the elk in the gut as they passed him, the slave's body tensing as he coughed and sputtered through his muzzle. Satch couldn't help but wince at the rhino's brutality--he had to escape. He would not become a Speckles!

"On your back, Creampie. Feet in the air." Bryce ordered, again not giving Satch a chance to obey and kicking him over, making his back hit the dusty stone floor, the scattered bits of hay doing little to cushion his fall. First were the shackles, which the rhino snapped loudly around the stallion's ankles. The cuffs were incredibly tight, more so than even the X cross on which he had woken, which seemed so long ago...

Next, Bryce roughly pulled him upright by his mane and grabbed his wrists, tying them with a length of rope. Like the shackles, the rhino made sure these were extra tight, tugging until Satch cried out at the burning of the rope's friction on his arms. A shove in the chest and a yank on the pulley that held the ankle chains sent the horse back to the floor, his legs high in the air, forcing his torso and legs into a right angle. "And now for the muzzle... heh heh!" Satch didn't like the way Bryce chuckled as he said that. He watched in suspicion as the rhino chose from a row of muzzles mounted on the wall, walking toward Satch but not putting it on him.

"So, Creampie..." Bryce said, hand closing around Satch's sensitive cock, still kept erect by the ring. The stallion whinnied as the fist made a couple of rough strokes, forcing him to moan and buck his hips forward. "How'd your jizz taste?" With a grin, the rhino held the muzzle right underneath Satch's flared cocktip.

The equine's eyes widened in panic, his worst fears about the muzzle confirmed. "Please! No! Don't do this, Lord Master Bryce! It's humiliating enough already!"

"Oh, I disagree," Bryce said nastily, and began jacking him off what felt like was as hard as the rhino could. "A slut can't be humiliated enough!" Satch's moans grew louder until he was almost screaming at the pain... pleasure...? He couldn't even tell anymore. His body strained against the touching, trying to get away, but his hips edged forward, deaf to Satch's rationale--he had been forced into arousal, and his body had given in to it. It wasn't long before his cock sprayed forth another explosive orgasm, and it felt good... but so humiliating. But good.

That is, until Bryce shoved the messy leather pouch onto his dazed face, cum smearing all over his snout and getting into his nose and mouth. His own powerful flavor--not quite as bitter as Bryce's, but still intensely masculine--overwhelmed his senses with every struggling breath. It was much, much worse than the sock on his face had been. And, like the sock, there was no way he could get it off! The rhino's familiar grip returned to Satch's balls, making him moan and take in another breath of his own semen. The other hand grabbed his cock and started pumping again...

"Bryce! What the hell are you doing?!" Both horse and rhino snapped their heads up at the voice. On the other side of the stable was a door Satch hadn't noticed before, now open with a nude male crocodile standing in its frame.

"Ah, the cocksucker finally decided to show himself! Meet your owner, Creampie!" Bryce called, standing to face the reptile. Ever eager to hurt Satch, his socked foot pressed down hard on the horse's genitals, making him wheeze in pain, cum burning his nostrils.

The crocodile's face flushed from green to red, and he stomped his clawed foot on the floor. "Don't call me that, you... you thug!" Bryce chuckled at this. "What have you done to him?! The new pony was supposed to be mine!"

"I prepped him for slavery, COCKSUCKER. Isn't that what you wanted?" Bryce taunted, making Satch take more cummy breaths as the toes pressed on the horse's abused balls.

"You were supposed to strip him and discipline him a little! Not mutilate and fuck him! I already made designs for his tail, and you ruined it!" The crocodile growled and stomped forward, stopping in front of Bryce to glare at him. "Get off of him. He's mine."

The rhino gave a sniff of amusement, but lifted his foot. Satch moaned--did this mean Bryce would leave him alone soon? He prayed that would be the case. Whoever the crocodile was, there was no way he could be as bad as Bryce. "Tch. Fine. You're being a goddamn baby, though. This shit'll grow back." The rhino's hand smacked hard against Satch's butt cheeks, the slap ringing loud through the stables. The croc made a noise of protest, but Bryce put his arm around his fellow master's shoulder. "And not like you'd ever fuck 'im, cocksucker! Heh heh heh!"

The crocodile snarled and squirmed out from under the larger male's arm. "Get your disgusting body away from me! I'm going to talk to Slithar about this. You need to learn that you don't own all the toys in this dungeon!"

"Awww, I know you love it, slut!" Bryce laughed, unfazed at the threats and pressing his cock against the small of the croc's back. The reptile struggled, but Bryce gripped him by the arms, the rhino's hands so large they almost closed all the way around the croc's toned biceps.

"Don't you DARE!" the crocodile shouted, trying to kick at Bryce in rage, and then crying out as the rhino cruelly squeezed his arms. The rhino caught Satch's incredulous glance and winked.

"Tail up, slut!" Bryce ordered, laughing heartily at his victim's struggling and lifting him into the air.

"NO! FUCK YOU--AAHHHH! OKAY! OKAY!" the croc cried out at another squeeze, shamefully lifting his long tail for Bryce. The rhino lewdly hunched his hips forward, resting his giant cock between the reptile's ass cheeks, actually lifting and lowering the croc's body to stroke his cock over the clenched tailhole.

"Tell me you're a slut! Right in front of your slaves, cocksucker. Or should I just show them you are?" Bryce ordered, lifting the yelping croc higher and positioning him directly against the cruel rhino cock. Satch shuddered; he knew how it felt to be one thrust away from terrible agony.

"I'M A SLUT! NOW PUT ME DOWN!"

"Ah ah ah!" Bryce said, ever so slightly entering the croc. "This is your first intro to Creampie down here!" Satch whinnied at the mention of his humiliating nickname, staring at the rhino in terror. "Really INTRODUCE yourself, slut! Like your cock ain't standing straight up and begging for me to fuck you hard anyway!"

And it was. Pre dripped from the crocodile's erection, which was the smallest cock in the room of well-hung males--Satch would have guessed maybe six inches. The crocodile let out a frustrated moan, his face screwed up in humiliation. He took a deep breath.

"I, Master Xavier, am a cock-hungry, cum-eating slut," the croc said, looking as if he had been forced to swallow something incredibly sour.

Xavier cried out at another squeeze from Bryce. "And...?" the rhino growled, edging his dick ever-so-slightly forward.

"Ugh," Xavier looked like he was about to vomit. "Thank you, Master Bryce, for... ugh." He grimaced. "RemindingmethatI'msuchaslut," he said quickly, as if to get it over with as fast as possible.

"Good cocksucker!" Bryce laughed, unceremoniously dropping Xavier to the floor. "Your master, ponies," he said, gesturing toward the groaning crocodile. The rhino turned, chuckling to himself as he walked to the door, making sure to kick Satch along the way. "Bye, Creampie," he laughed at the stallion's choking breaths. "I'll take real good care of your socks." With that, he stepped out the door, slamming it behind him before Xavier could recover.

"God... damn it... Bryce!" the croc shouted, pushing himself off the floor. His face was still bright red. Satch and the other two slaves watched awkwardly as Xavier trudged back to the room he came from. He emerged a few minutes later, dragging a heavy-looking trunk behind him. With a loud thunk, Xavier dropped it near Satch's head and threw it open. It was hard for the horse to see from his position on the floor, but he could make out masses of leather and what looked like... a saddle?! The croc dug around in the chest, pulling out a cattle prod before slamming the lid shut. "Fucking asshole. Comes in here and thinks he can do whatever the fuck he wants. I'll show him..." Xavier's steady stream of mumbled griping dissolved into a low growl that Satch couldn't understand. He just knew he didn't care much for being helpless in front of a livid reptile, especially one that was flipping the switch on his cattle prod, a tiny spark flickering bright between the two teeth of its head.

But Xavier stepped over Satch, instead going to the bound elk, whose muzzle he promptly unbuckled and threw to the floor. "Slave, tell me everything that rhino did," he ordered, flicking the cattle prod downward and zapping the slave in the stomach. The elk screamed, his erection flopping around as his body did the best it could to thrash against the ropes that pinned him to the sawhorse. "Now."

As painful as the prod looked like it had been, the cervine recovered quickly. "He came in with the new horse, master. He went to Jordan and made him tell where you were, and made him and the new horse suck his cock. Then he hurt Jordan's balls and threatened to rip them off. Then he tied him up," The elk bobbed his head toward Satch, his left antler pointing like a gnarled hand. "And made him cum in his muzzle. That's when you came in, master. Oh, and he, uh, hit me. In the gut," the elk said. Satch could see something like relief on his face; it must have felt good to expose Bryce. Did this mean this master actually cared for his slaves?

Xavier growled again, fuming with rage. "Good boy. We're going to have a chat with Master Slithar tomorrow. You are to tell him everything you told me today."

"Y-yes sir."

The croc grabbed one of the elk's antlers and pulled his head back. The thick tail lifted and the reptile turned, his ass directly in front of the slave's face. "Now I need the rhino stink out of here. I assume I won't be needing thi--mmmmmfffff... good boy." Xavier hadn't even needed to finish his sentence; the cervine had already begun licking at his master's tailhole. The hand that brandished the prod lowered as the croc's moans grew longer and more pleasured.

This left Satch and Jordan--as the other horse's name apparently was--ignored for the moment as the elk obediently rimmed his master. Satch couldn't imagine having antlers on his head like the elk's; they spread out magnificently, huge but delicately balanced, with seven points on each side.

"Kent Harrison is described as a tall, fit, 25-year-old male elk, with large horns that each have seven points. If any viewer has any information on this disappearance, please call the West Hill Crime Hotline at..."

Suddenly, Satch knew where he had seen the elk. He was surprised it had taken him so long! Kent had been the first disappearance months ago; how could he have forgotten the video Ren had played dozens, if not hundreds, of times? He wondered who else he would see in the dungeon, and what was happening to Ren. But Ren was gay... maybe he was enjoying it. But the stallion couldn't put the otter's miserable, crying face out of his mind. He saw Jordan's terrified look, Kent's grimace as he licked at Xavier's ass. Satch would get them all out. He had to stop this horrible place.

"Ahhhh, good boy!" Xavier finally said, pulling his ass away from Kent's mouth and patting him on the snout. The buck gasped for breath as his master grabbed the discarded muzzle and forced it back on. "Playtime will start soon, boys. I just need to meet the new pony." Satch groaned in spite of himself.

It was as if fire was flaring up throughout all the nerves in his torso. He tried to scream through his muzzle, his cum stinging his nostrils as he suddenly did what he had been working to avoid and inhaled a big gush of it. He gagged, but his scream took precedence over it, because he was in so much pain!

...But it was over as quickly as it had begun. His chest rose and fell heavily, and he looked over it at Xavier, who glared down at him, the cattle prod held threateningly in his claw. "I had better not hear anything like that from you again, slave. My ponies are eager to please me. Always." The croc knelt down and pulled off Satch's muzzle, the horse's fur matted from the little bit of cum that was already beginning to dry. The rest of it that he hadn't already inhaled slowly trickled down his face. To Satch's astonishment, Xavier immediately bent in and lapped a long stroke around his snout, licking up the remnants of his forced orgasm.

"Mmmmm! You've got a VERY nice taste, boy! And these muscles..." Satch whinnied as Xavier put down the prod, both hands free to fondle every part of his body they could reach. Not wanting another shock, Satch took the molestation without protest, helpless to do anything but watch. The prickly claws danced across his body, squeezing his firm ass, fondling his cock and balls, stroking his muscular chest and abs. The long reptilian snout sniffed and licked all over him, ferreting under his armpits and between his legs. "You're such a strong boy--such a manly pony!" The snout opened, revealing a long row of pointed teeth, which inched toward his groin. He made a noise of alarm, but the jaw closed gently, lightly nibbling on his engorged cock. "Mmmmrrrrrr... Oh, I'm going to have so much fun with you, boy. What's your name?"

"S-Satch, sir," he stammered, trying not to squirm at another squeeze to his ass accompanied by a violating slurp all over his cock and balls. Again, to his utter shock and shame, he started preing, his cock feeling harder than ever.

"Satch, the premiere stud of Xavier's stables! Jordan, looks like you've got some competition! See this?" Satch cried out at the sudden yank on his erection. On the other side of the sawhorse came a low groan. The crocodile's hand squeezed out the clear, sticky fluid, letting it fall on Satch's abs, off of which he licked the stallion's precum. "Is the pony already excited? Already eager to blow his big stud loads for master?"

Satch blushed and vehemently shook his head no. He was NOT aroused! He was NOT enjoying this! "No! I'm not! I swear I'm not! AAARRGGGGHH!"

It really was amazing how quickly Xavier could grab the cattle prod, going from horny and playful to curt and businesslike in no time at all. As Satch recovered from the pain, it was clear he had made the croc's playfulness disappear completely. Xavier now stood over him, hands on his hips and his foot tapping in annoyance, the cattle prod dangerously close to his strung-up legs. "Listen here, Satch," he said. "You are my pony now. My ponies do not piss me off. Because when they do, bad things happen to them." Satch screamed as the prod came down, zapping him right on his nipple. The crocodile raised his foot, gently lowering it over the stallion's face. "Let's see what that cunt of a rhino taught you about claw worship. Get busy."

"Yes, sir," Satch said, grateful that he didn't have to use the same title Bryce had made him use. He was sick of all the disgusting things he had been forced to do, but at least Xavier's foot smelled much better than Bryce's had. He opened his mouth and started licking, just a mild taste of dust from the stable floor mixed with the day's tang of sweat--Xavier tasted leagues better than Bryce did.

But that didn't stop him from being cruel. His first lick was interrupted with a shock to his sore balls. "Slower, pony! Savor your master's taste!" He corrected himself, only to be zapped again. "Start at my heel! Don't cheat!" Satch started out screaming after every lick from Xavier's shocks, and he soon learned that worshiping the crocodile was a lot different than worshiping the rhino. Bryce had liked desperate, sloppy, and fast licks, ones that showed that Satch was worshiping for his life and making a total slut of himself. Xavier, however, wanted to be pleasured first and foremost, meaning the stallion had to meet the croc's incredibly high standards, and he had to meet them fast. There was an art to pleasing Xavier, and Satch found he had to vary how hard his tongue pressed against the smooth soles, and how much of it he used. It was infinitely more difficult than pleasing the already impossible-to-please Bryce; he had to read the croc's mind and guess at ridiculous things, like how long the lick needed to last or how much saliva he was supposed to leave on the foot. As the cattle prod stung him again and again, he found it was something he was very, very bad at doing.

With a "tch" of annoyance, Xavier pulled his foot away, giving Satch one last shock of displeasure. "Bad, bad, BAD pony! You'd better beg these ponies to teach you how to worship the right way, because we're going to do this little test every night until I'm satisfied with your progress. And if I'm not..." The cattle prod inched toward his cock.

"Please! Noo--oOOWWWW!" Satch howled as the little bolt of electricity touched his shaft. His screams dissolved into whimpers and whines of suffering, and he did little to fight back as Xavier slipped the cummy muzzle back on his face. The stallion could only lay on the floor, groaning at his whole body's soreness, and watch Xavier step over him and disappear behind the pillar on the other side of his exposed ass. Something made a loud, mechanical click, and the cuffs around his airborne ankles seemed to tighten. He looked up in alarm, seeing the pulley above him slowly creak into action.

The cord grew tighter and tighter, and Satch grunted as the pulley yanked him from the floor. He felt an incredible tightness about his ankles as his back left the ground, then his shoulders, then his head, his sweat- and cum-soaked mane hanging shaggily below him, bits of hay clinging to it. Like a pendulum, his nude body swung back and forth, and he naturally tried to stabilize himself, struggling against his bonds in the process. This only made him swing more wildly as he was hoisted into the air, his head pounding as blood rushed to it. "Stop moving!" Xavier barked, taking the cattle prod and zapping Satch in the belly. The stallion thrashed, his scream muffled by the muzzle. Sharp bursts of pain danced across his abs as the crocodile impatiently zapped him, unrelenting until the stallion was able to remain still. Six shocks and screams later, Satch was able to make himself hang without moving, moaning softly in pain as Xavier caressed his muscled body again.

"Yessss... such strong, tight pony muscles... and I can't wait to see what this horsecock can do," Xavier cooed, his playfulness returning as he became more aroused. He rubbed Satch's cock, giving it a light squeeze that made the stallion moan. "Such a hot pony. Like I said, Jordan--you're going to have some competition with this stud!" The crocodile let out a noise of childish glee, giving Satch's cock a long lick from head to balls.

Now that Satch was on the same level as the other stallion, there was no mistaking exactly what Xavier meant. Satch's cock was a good two inches longer than Jordan's, and overall, the chestnut stallion was just stronger-looking than the kiger mustang, whose musculature was lean and lanky instead of toned. In contrast to Satch's dark brown, almost reddish, coat, Jordan's was much lighter, more of a caramel color. The kiger was covered in sweat, his black mane glistening and revealing some hidden streaks of blonde. His glance caught Satch's and quickly looked away in embarrassment.

Xavier sat himself on Kent's thigh, using his free hand to stroke the elk's cock. Satch moaned again at another squeeze to his penis, and a squeak from in front of him meant that Kent must have gotten squeezed just as hard. The buck's cock bounced back and forth as the crocodile let it go, bending down to retrieve a bottle of lube that was under the saw horse. Satch couldn't help but notice that his own cock was long enough that Xavier didn't have to let go of it, even as he bent down.

It was Kent's turn to moan as Xavier applied the lube one-handed, keeping his other gripping Satch. Slathering the lube liberally over the elk's throbbing erection, the croc then raised his tail, smearing it over himself. "Hold still," he ordered Kent, dropping the lube to the floor and climbing on top of the sawhorse, using Satch's and Jordan's dicks as leverage, their twin whinnies escaping their muzzled mouths. Slowly, and still squeezing both horsecocks, Xavier lowered himself onto the elk, his strained, pleasured growls joining equine whinnying and cervine moaning.

His eyes half closed, the crocodile's face was an expression of bliss. Kent's forced erection soon disappeared deep inside his master, the buck grunting in discomfort as the croc's full weight was on him. More pain coursed through Satch's cock at the most powerful squeeze yet, his piss slit parting and oozing a new string of pre. Xavier's tongue was immediately on it, curling around the stallion's shaft and sending intense pleasure throughout his body. He needed this--he thrusted forward, hoping the croc would do more, but Xavier had two treats to taste, and his head turned to Jordan's cock, which he slurped hungrily. The crocodile's tail curled to the left, stroking Satch's muzzled face, as if taunting him, teasing him for the lust he didn't want to have.

Pulling his face away from the mottled cock, Xavier did a little bounce on Kent's shaft. "Fuck me," came the command, and it seemed, like Satch, the deer was too aroused not to obey. Kent was bound only by his arms and legs, leaving a bit of room for him to thrust, which he did eagerly, his face red with guilt but desperate with his horniness. Xavier cried out, riding his slave and alternating his licks from shaft to shaft between his blissful moans. Intense desire was building in Satch, and he wanted more than just the teasing licks! He moaned, trying another pleading thrust in his master's grip. To his surprise, Xavier took the offer, opening his long snout and deepthroating Satch's full length, eagerly sniffing at the stallion's pubes, his hand caressing and squeezing Satch's balls. The horse could feel Xavier's tongue curl around him, bucking forward in his eagerness to cum. He moaned--never had he been this hard! There were new jolts this time; instead of the pain of the cattle prod, each lick made him shudder in pleasure. No, pleasure wasn't the word for how intense this was--it was ecstasy.

By this point, lust had overloaded his senses. Satch wanted one thing, and one thing only: to blow his load all over Xavier's face. He was past the point of caring that the croc was another male. Even upside down and bound, he had never felt so much pleasure from a blowjob. He moaned at another powerful squeeze to his balls, not rough like Bryce--it was just the right amount of pain to make his pleasure spike.

But Xavier was a master of teasing him, and though Satch thrusted as hard as he could, the crocodile pulled back, leaving the stallion to thrust at empty air. Pre dripped from his hungry cock--Satch had never imagined he could produce this much! It fell in sloppy strands onto his face, trickling up his chin and cheeks. He gave a whine of longing as Xavier turned to focus on Jordan, vigorously pumping the moaning stallion's cock and giving its head a lick. The kiger's eyes were clenched firmly shut, and his moans made an aroused crescendo--he was close to cumming. Satch's whines grew in pitch while he watched the other horse in helpless jealousy. The chestnut's precum was just one steady stream, glistening on his master's claws as they tickled across his shaft, teasing him, refusing to do anything with his desperate thrusts. Whenever Satch tried to buck forward, the hand would move away, leaving his starving cock to twitch in the air while he moaned in frustration. It was incredible that Xavier could tease him like this, the croc's head turned and busy pleasuring Jordan's dick, all the while bouncing himself on Kent. It just highlighted to Satch that even though they, the slaves, were the ones doing the penetration, Xavier was the one who was fucking them. Xavier was in complete control.

A loud whinny reached his ears, and he watched Xavier pull away from Jordan, dipping his head and aiming the stallion's cock at the top of his long reptilian snout. Satch could see the horse's body tense up at the first spurt, which hit the croc between the eyes and rolled down his snout. Satch couldn't help but think of himself, pulling out of a former mink girlfriend and blowing his load all over her beautiful face... He NEEDED to cum! He was so close, and watching Jordan making a mess of the croc's face only made him closer.

"Mrrrrrr... good boy!" Xavier said after Jordan had been spent, cum dripping from the crocodile's face. He licked his lips before leaning into the kiger's abs, nuzzling and slurping at stray cum, culminating in licks up Jordan's shaft, which was still kept erect by the ring and tinged bright pink from the attention it had gotten so far. Satch couldn't help but moan, his toes clenched, his clipped tail swishing in his desperation. It would be his turn soon!

But Xavier kept licking at the other stallion's cock, making Satch give another frustrated moan. The croc's hand, the hand that controlled whether he came or not, left his dick and squeezed his balls, one claw stretching out and stroking his perineum. His moans were growing more desperate than aroused; Satch knew he would be begging to cum if he weren't muzzled. It was as if Xavier knew the precise spots on the stallion's body to flood it with pleasure and desire, parts of him he had never thought could make him feel so horny. The finger pushed into his taint, making his dick wag as his body went into more throes of denied pleasure. Above the moans and grunts of the three other males, Satch's desperate howling was by far the loudest.

The croc finally pulled away from Jordan's cock, which did some aroused bobbing of its own, the kiger stallion whining as his master turned toward Satch. The chestnut horse looked up at the crocodile, whimpering and giving him his most pleading look. A smirk crossed Xavier's cummy face as he bounced from Kent's thrusts, his chest heaving. "What's the...haaah...what's the matter, pony? Do you...haah...want to cum?" As if on cue, the elk let out a muffled yell, thrusting hard. Xavier threw back his head and dug his claws into Kent's ass cheeks, howling in ecstasy as the two bodies stiffened together, as if frozen in the moment of bliss. Soon, Satch could see the tension leave Kent's body, the elk's head falling backward on the sawhorse, tears glistening on his exhausted face.

Xavier pulled himself off of the elk with a squelching sound, letting the slave's cum drip from his ass onto the elk's abdomen and groin. Satch watched in envy as the crocodile grabbed Kent's cock, kept erect by the ring, and started pumping. The buck whined, trying to turn his head away as Xavier's tail curled around his snout and guided it back to look him in the face. "You're not done, fawn. I want at least three more out of you." The elk let out a sob, and the crocodile spit on his hand, rubbing it over the cock before lowering himself onto Kent for the next round. Satch supposed it must have been painful to be ridden in Kent's awkward bondage position, but he had little sympathy--Satch needed to cum, goddammit! He gave a little whinny to remind Xavier, who looked down at him with a grin.

"Ah, yes. Does big boy want to cum?" he teased, leaning over to lick Jordan's cock again, sending a visible shudder through the stallion's body. Satch vigorously nodded his head, his mane whipping through the air in his desperation. Xavier snickered at the display, his long tail coming around to stroke Satch's cock. "Such a shame your hands are tied, pony. It means you can't do this." The croc swiveled around to face Satch again, making the elk inside him cry out. With a mischievous smile, Xavier moved his hands to his groin, one hand cupping his balls and the other stroking himself. A very desperate whine of longing escaped Satch, and he struggled against his bonds, his movements only shaking pre off his cock and onto his face and the floor.

"Ohhhhh yes... feels so good, big boy! I bet you just want to beat yourself raw, bust a nut all over the place!"

"MMMMMFFFFF!"

"Mmmm..." Xavier sighed, squeezing his cock and rubbing his thumb along the glans. "Why don't you show me what it would sound like if I were doing this to you right now? Let's hear a big, strong stud like you moan and whine for master."

Satch was long past the point of shame. He whimpered as loudly as he could; it was easy when they were just how desperately horny he felt! He tried to make them sound like he was getting pleasured, but it was so hard to pretend when it was something he wanted--no, needed--so horribly badly!

Xavier laughed again, using his feet to stroke Satch's face, all the while masturbating and taunting the stallion. "Maybe I should just not let you cum tonight, and make Jordan do double. How does that sound?" At this suggestion, Jordan's whimpers were as loud as Satch's. "Take a big, horny stud like you..." Xavier raked his toes through Satch's sweaty mane. "...and see what he'll do for that sweet--mmmm..." The reptile grabbed Jordan's cock and pressed his tongue to its base. With a wry glance at Satch, he dragged his tongue all the way to the tip, smacking his lips and letting Jordan's moans ring in the stable. "...release!"

Satch convulsed in his bonds, Xavier's feet the only thing keeping him from swinging wildly around as he tried to scream. He had to cum! HE HAD TO CUM! The rope burned his wrists as he struggled to get loose, wanting nothing more than to grab his dick and start furiously pumping away.

The feet squeezed the sides of his face, a toe flicking at his ears. Xavier stared down at him and laughed, all the while masturbating. "Poor big boy... can't even beg for it! Shame you can't do this, because it feels SO good!" the croc taunted, fapping harder and pointing his cock at Satch, who was now blinking back tears of frustration. "How about I cum for you, pony? Does that sound like a plan?"

"MMMMMMFFFF!" Satch tried to scream again, but Xavier held his face steady and was pumping harder. It didn't take the croc long to sigh, letting loose a spray of cum that coated his own feet and the stallion's face and muzzle. Now Satch was the only person in the stable who hadn't been allowed to cum.

He whimpered as Xavier's feet smeared the orgasm in his mane before pulling away. "I just love seeing a big stud like you whining to be milked," the crocodile said, reaching out and gently touching Satch's hypersensitive dick. The horse moaned and looked up at his master, silently pleading for the teasing to end. "Look at the pony! He wants it so bad!" the croc laughed, taking the back of his index finger and stroking it down the throbbing shaft. It made Satch shudder, and he eagerly thrusted forward, only to whine as Xavier retracted his hand. "Ah ah ah! Pony's already cum today!" Satch whimpered as the crocodile's feet pressed on his muzzle, making him inhale the scent of his own cum. "What makes you think you deserve another one?"

Satch screamed. He couldn't take this anymore! Hadn't Xavier been so excited to play with his cock? Didn't the croc say he WANTED Satch to blow his load?! The reptile sat and smirked at him, occasionally gasping or moaning at Kent's thrusts, yet still managing to look smug and domineering the entire time. The stallion whimpered, unable to hold his tears any longer. They dripped over his eyelashes, trickling up his forehead as he continued his pitiful whimpering. His body swung back and forth, slowing until he hung still. Only then did Xavier touch him again.

There was no command, but the lesson was learned well. Satch used every bit of willpower he possessed to keep still as the crocodile continued teasing him. First was more stroking, always from base to flared tip, then the tracing of the croc's claw around his cockhead that made him scream for release. But when Xavier went on to licking the starving member, it was too much for Satch, and he jerked forward, prompting the crocodile to leave the horny stallion in the cold for ever-increasing increments, often turning to suck Jordan's cock in the process. And then Xavier would start the process from the beginning, with the horrible stroking that gave him no satisfaction at all! It took Satch six attempts--two more orgasms for Jordan, one for Kent--before he could make it through the licking stage, and by then he was sobbing. He wanted to cum so bad that it hurt, the pleasure breaking his spirit more than any torture could.

"Good boy!" Xavier said with a chuckle as he finished a series of tantalizing licks around the rim of Satch's cockhead. The stallion let out a sob as his master's claws reached past his dick, one grabbing his balls, the other stroking his taint. His testes felt heavy with the fluid they weren't allowed to get rid of, and every touch from the croc was amplified by their sensitivity. The claw on his taint went from stroking to rubbing to pressing; soon he was screaming in the crocodile's grasp, his dick constantly twitching and leaking precum. He was so close... if only he could just cum! His coat drenched in sweat, Satch thrashed and howled, weeping at the orgasm that was ready to burst out of him.

Xavier didn't even try to stop the horse's struggling. Satch felt the claws move to his ass and dig in, prying the cheeks apart as his master's tongue slurped at that sensitive patch of flesh behind his balls. "Does the cock slave want to cum?" Xavier asked, lapping between the stallion's cheeks and teasing his used pucker. "Pony wants it, doesn't he?"

"MMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFF!" Satch screamed, nodding as hard as he could. The crocodile laughed, withdrawing his head and using a claw to stroke the stallion's entrance. A huge shudder coursed through Satch's body. His dick was wagging harder than ever, his ass clenching under his master's touches. The blunt claw teased him some more, tracing, tickling, stroking. Then without warning, it plunged deep inside him.

It was the sudden, powerful sensation in his prostate that did it. His entire body tensed, toes curling, ass clenching around the reptile's claw. With no one holding it, Satch's cock sprang upward and blasted the most intense orgasm he had ever felt. The first spurt missed Xavier entirely and splattered against Jordan's chest and belly, hitting so hard that flecks of cum rebounded onto the other three males. The croc was ready for the second shot, opening wide and catching the stallion's seed, hungrily swallowing like it was cream. Satch moaned, his eyes rolling upward in blissful release as his spurts continued, Xavier guiding the horsecock for another facial.

Satch had no idea how long the orgasm lasted; it seemed to last forever but then was over far too soon. As the last few jets of cum spurted onto his chest and face, Satch sighed, suddenly exhausted. In spite of all the teasing, or perhaps because of it, he had never had such a satisfying climax. If life from now on was going to be cumming like that, maybe things wouldn't be so bad. He had just blown the best load of his life, far better than any porn session and even better than sex with any of his flings. And Satch was no stranger to sex. But he had never felt as good as this before, and he panted in the forced afterglow that he found he really didn't mind having.

But Xavier had plans for Satch, and his hand clamped around the horse's cock. "We're far from done, big boy. You wanted to cum; master's going to make you cum!" the crocodile growled, a malevolent smile curling across his lips. The stallion whinnied at the touch, but he knew he could cum again, maybe even a couple more times. Especially compared to what Bryce had made him do, this wasn't too bad...

Satch had no idea how wrong he was.

As if to make up for lost time with the edging, Xavier now seemed eager to make Satch orgasm, and make him orgasm fast, hard, and often. The session soon became a blur of the stallion's suffering, a haze of abuse and sex where the only clarity was the many, many times the crocodile brought him to climax.

Xavier pumped the stallion's dick, licking the head and poking the tip of his tongue down Satch's piss slit. Satch came, and Xavier greedily swallowed it all.

Satch and Jordan both whinnied as Xavier beat them both off. The first to cum would be rewarded; Satch was first, threads of cum splattering all over his face and mane. The crocodile gleefully revealed the reward: another orgasm. Whinnying as he was jacked off again, Satch came.

Xavier deepthroated Satch again, and though it felt good, it felt... less good. In fact, his dick was starting to get a little sore. As he spasmed from the crocodile's sucking and licking, he found that he was more sensitive than ever. Satch came.

The clawed hand returned to his erection, and he cried out at the touch. There had been almost no pleasure in the last orgasm, and now his dick was so sore and sensitive that the lightest touch hurt. But Xavier didn't care. The horse screamed as another rough handjob began. Satch came, making a mess of Xavier's chest.

The licks had been torture because he had wanted to cum more than anything; now they were torture for the exact opposite reason. While before he had eagerly nodded his head to be allowed to cum, now he desperately shook his head, his mane heavy with sweat and cum. Each lick and stroke made him scream, but Xavier stubbornly made him reach climax with a mixture of tongue and claws. Satch came, and it hurt.

His sphincter clenched as hard as it could around his master's fingers, that new feeling of a stimulated prostate betraying him and making his cock harder, as much as it hurt. Xavier nibbled at his cock, and he screamed some more, trying to squirm out of his master's grip. Every touch stung his aching member, but Xavier had decided it was time for another taste of stallion cream. The tongue wrapped around his cock and milked him, and he started to cry again. Satch came.

Another race between him and Jordan. It was a race stacked against him; he had already cum twice as much as the kiger had, and the loser would be punished with three consecutive orgasms. Satch screamed and wept at the handjob that chafed his dick, his cries growing higher at each cruel lick! He never wanted to cum again! But still, Satch came.

Or, at least it felt like he had. It had made him scream like he was having an orgasm. His penis was spasming in Xavier's hand like he was having an orgasm. But one thing was very different; nothing came out. He was completely dry.

"Looks like we have our loser!" Xavier called, giving Satch's sore balls a slap and making him scream. "It's a shame--I thought you'd be able to cum a lot more, big boy! I guess size isn't everything, is it?" The stallion sobbed as the croc's hand formed another fist around his cock. "And just to make sure you aren't holding out on me, let's make that five more times!"

"MMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!" Satch shrieked, weeping as hard as he could. He didn't want this! He never wanted another erection, let alone another horrible orgasm! It was too much--the rest of his life was going to be like this, his body used against him, his cock just a plaything for his masters, all of them unimaginably cruel. The fist started pumping, and he screamed as he was brought to his second dry orgasm of the night.

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"I have to get out of here. I have to get out of here. I have to get out of here."

This was the mantra that Satch repeated to himself nonstop. He didn't know exactly why, but it was almost as if he was afraid that if he didn't constantly remind himself of the need to escape, his conviction would falter. And had it not already? Xavier had turned him into a humiliating wreck, one who started to see himself as a slave, one who even--he shuddered--enjoyed it for a few brief, horrible moments. He would not--could not--let that happen again. The masters were dangerous... obviously, he had known that, but to think they could affect his mind like that... he sniffed, wiping his eyes on his mitted fist. He stumbled awkwardly forward on the hooves on his elbows and knees; Xavier had fit him with wide triangular boots that kept both his arms and legs bent at all times, claiming that Satch "needed to know what it meant to be a pony." With a whimper of self pity, the stallion dragged his tongue across the stable's floor, licking up leftover cum for the second time that night. He had been left alone to clean up, hitched by a leash and collar to the pillar in front of which he had been suspended for his milking.

He crawled around the sawhorse, gasping each time his cock, erect as always, brushed against the floor and sent waves of pain so intense through him that he had to stop moving for a moment to catch his breath. Clenching and making his penis rise to his abdomen didn't work either, thanks to the rough leather strap that held the heavy saddle he now wore. As he finished lapping up the puddle of cum, he spat out some stray bits of hay, crawling to the next one. While this was humiliating, it beat the alternative. Xavier had made it quite clear that Satch would be put through an all-nighter of dry milking if the floor wasn't cleaned to the crocodile's satisfaction. That was something Satch could NOT let happen.

As he made his way around the sawhorse, glad no one was there to hear the clopping of his new hooves, Satch found he was making good progress. His tongue felt rough from the dirt of the floor, but he would survive. He licked up the last tiny puddle, looking around carefully to make sure that it was in fact the final one. It was. Satch gave a sigh of relief and hobbled to the front of the sawhorse, crouching on all fours with his head bowed, facing the door Xavier had taken the others. Just as the crocodile had commanded.

His heart pounded as he watched the door. His escape plan before he had arrived was looking more and more like a longshot. He could come up with details later, though; the important thing now was that he stay sane. Did he keep doing everything his--ugh--masters ordered? He stumbled in the hooves, crying out as his cock brushed painfully against the floor. Maybe he should stick with his plan of obedience; he wasn't much a fan of the pain they were more than willing to dish out. But obedience with Xavier had resulted in his breaking down. When he had obeyed, he had started to think of himself as a slave, as his master's property. Perhaps there was a middle ground he could take--obey all the big stuff, but chip away at the dominance with the slightest bit of disrespect. Nothing too major; just a little show of defiance to prove that he was not just a plaything. Xavier was right about one thing: Satch was a strong stallion. He would have to show the reptile how strong he could be.

The door opened, and Xavier strolled toward him, a riding crop in his hand. The croc's bright green skin shone with the cleanliness of a fresh shower, which only reminded Satch how filthy his coat and mane were. The crocodile surveyed the stable, nodding in approval. "Good boy. I'm glad you understand how painful that milking would have been," he said, nudging Satch's cock with his riding crop.

"Ahhh... Please... stop..." the stallion moaned, flinching away from the croc, then yelping as the leather struck his shaft with a loud smack.

"Quiet, you." Xavier placed a foot on Satch's saddle and pressed down. The stallion felt his back bend under the pressure; it seemed like the crocodile was testing how much weight Satch could hold. He yelped again as the crop stung his ass like a switch. "Keep your back up! My horse slaves carry loads three times this heavy all the time!" Satch blushed, grunting as the reptile pressed harder and harder, culminating in the crocodile standing on one foot and putting all his weight on the stallion's back.

"You'll make a nice beast of burden, won't you?" Xavier chuckled, stroking Satch's quivering limbs with the cattle prod. "Shame you're not as strong as you look. Jordan's practically scrawny compared to you and yet you're the one about to fall over with me standing here!" Satch gasped for air, not daring to respond. It was the goddamn hooves more than anything! He whimpered as Xavier rubbed the crop's leather against his aching dick, but he still managed to keep his balance and support the croc's weight.

"Now let's see how well you ride, big boy!" said Xavier, who straddled the horse and gently lowered himself into the saddle. Immediately Satch could feel the strain on his back, and he struggled to maintain his breathing as he stiffened, not daring to slouch lest he get another swat from the crocodile. "Let's hear your best neighing, pony," came Xavier's order, and Satch gave a loud, feral-sounding whinny. It apparently was a good one, because the crocodile reached down and unhooked the leash from Satch's collar. "Forward march, pony! Yaaah!" the reptile called out, like a rancher ordering a feral, making Satch yelp from the crop's sting on his ass.

This was where things got difficult for Satch. Thanks to his gear and the weight of the crocodile on his back, his "forward march" was more of a clumsy hobbling, where he desperately fought against his new hooves to keep his balance, crying out at the strain on his body. Each step was torture, his muscles burning and straining his tense back with each movement, the clip-clop of his hooves mocking him and exaggerating every step that barely took them inches forward. Xavier only made things rougher for his ride--with no bridle or reins available, he instead took a big fistful of Satch's mane to keep his balance. "Keep going, pony!" Xavier called, bringing the crop down on the stallion's ass with a THWACK. "I haven't got all day!"

Satch groaned, his body wobbling as he took three steps forward that he had meant to be one, having to scramble forward to regain his balance. "Nggh..." he grunted, pausing to catch his equilibrium, and soon paying for it with another biting smack on his rump. "S-sir, please... I'm trying my best! AGGHHHH!" The crop struck him on the cock this time, and it took all his self-control not to fall over from the pain.

"A riding horse doesn't speak its master's language," Xavier chided, bringing his feet up on each side of Satch's face. "That just tells me it needs something to keep its mouth busy. Lick!" With the order came another smack to the cock. The stallion made a noise of frustrated despair, trying not to cry as he slurped at the toes in his face. Another smack to his ass--what had he done wrong this time?! "Keep it moving! Lick and trot!" barked Xavier, yanking impatiently on Satch's mane. The horse stumbled forward, focusing more on walking than licking, his tongue just flicking sloppily at the croc's feet. THWACK. "Pitiful. My claws aren't some mineral lick, boy. I want them WORSHIPED!" THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! "And stop that whining! Beasts of burden are too stupid to learn without some pain!" THWACK! Satch let out a roar of frustration, which earned him some more quick swats, right to the cock. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! "I said no whining, pony!" THWACK! "Crawl faster!" THWACK! "Get that tongue between the toes again! I wasn't done!" Satch's ass burned from the whipping, but his face burned more from his humiliation; not even Bryce had made him feel this degraded! The stupid hooves made their clip-clopping noise on the floor like this was some kid's pony ride instead of a maniac's bizarre sexual fantasy. He yelped at another smack to his ass. "Do we need to go back and start over? Because this is completely unacceptable, pony," Xavier growled, dealing five quick smacks to Satch's bottom.

The horse snorted in fury--he couldn't take this anymore! With a roar of "FUCK YOU!", he threw his body as hard as he could to the right, flinging Xavier from his back. It caught the croc by surprise, and he clumsily hit the floor, his curled legs bringing Satch down with him. Xavier was quick to recover, using his legs to flip Satch, the horse's saddle taking the brunt of the fall and digging into his sore back as he hit the floor with a thud. Outfitted in the horse fetish gear, Satch was completely helpless on his back, his hooves waving uselessly in the air. Instantly he regretted losing his temper; Xavier was livid, and Satch knew punishment was coming.

"M-master, I'm sorry, I--"

"Shut up!" Xavier spat, grabbing Satch's cock and digging in with his claws. The horse screamed, but thankfully it was just the dick's sensitivity, not that the crocodile had broken the skin. "No more walking for you. You are in very big trouble, boy." Xavier let go of the stallion's dick and grabbed him by the mane.

"No, no, no!" Satch pleaded, then screamed as Xavier tugged on his hair, dragging him through the stable and to the other room, where the crocodile kicked him in, slamming the door behind them. The room was quite small, which bore another sawhorse in its center. A large furnace built into the wall roared with a powerful flame, making the chamber swelteringly hot. Dripping with sweat, Kent and Jordan crouched on all fours, hitched to the wall and outfitted in bridles and saddles with bits in their mouths. Their fur shone and was no longer matted with cum; apparently Xavier thought only Satch was unworthy of a bath. A third horse, pure white, was suspended from the opposite wall by his wrists, this one staring blankly forward, his eyes dull. With a jolt to his stomach, Satch immediately realized why. This stallion bore a cock ring like the others, but where his sac was supposed to be, there was nothing. Just a fresh scar--the horse had been made a gelding. Suddenly what he had thought was Jordan's insanity made sense.

At this revelation, new terror gripped him like ice, making him regret his actions even more. He put up no fight as Xavier forced him onto the sawhorse, ripping off the horsegear as he lashed the stallion to its wooden legs. The chest from earlier had been moved to the chamber, and the crocodile tossed the gear inside before taking out what looked like a bridle that, instead of a bit, had two curved pieces of metal and a crank. Xavier held it to his side, walking forward and slapping Satch's cock against the frame of the sawhorse. He impatiently waited for the stallion's howling to subside before he spoke.

"Boys, all of you have this stud here to thank," he addressed the slaves, using his hand to grind Satch's cock into the sawhorse. The stallion gave a bray of pain, his shaft feeling like one giant bruise that the crocodile just kept pummeling. Somehow he had a feeling that whatever Xavier had to say was not going to be good. Kent and Jordan looked at their master, dread on their wide-eyed faces. The gelding, however, just looked blankly ahead. "He's earned the entire stable a punishment!"

"NO!" Satch cried out. "Just punish me, sir--it's my fault, not theirs! I--EEEIIIIIIHHHHH!!!" Pain flared in his cock like a burst of flame, Xavier's knee kneading it against the sawhorse like a wad of dough. He sobbed, begging, screaming for it to stop.

"As I was saying," Xavier continued after waiting for Satch's screams to dissolve into quiet crying, his businesslike tone not indicating that there had even been an interruption. "You three and this naughty boy here are going to be punished. It needs to be a good one so the lesson will stick. Why don't you tell your new friends here what it is that you did just now, boy?"

Satch whimpered. He did NOT want to tell them about his idiotic behavior. But the knee pressed again, ever so slightly, and that was all the persuasion he needed. "I... um... M-Master Xavier was riding me..." It was so odd making such a ridiculous statement, but Satch reminded himself that there was nothing normal about his situation. "And I..." He winced. "I got mad and threw him off my back." He winced again, seeing the slaves' looks of horror; even the gelding's eyes had widened. "I'm sorry..." Satch said, rather pathetically. What else could he do?

"Yes, our new stud here thought he would go and attack his new master. So the four of you are going to suffer together for his naughty behavior." Satch whimpered--he never imagined Xavier would do something like this! It was one thing to act out and take some pain. That was heroic! But this... Satch's actions were going to cause something horrible to happen to the other slaves! There was nothing heroic in that. Yet another kink in his escape plan. It was like a chess game, where Satch had all pawns and was slowly finding out that the masters had nothing but queens. And he was going to start with the other slaves turned against him. No one would want to listen to his plans after this!

"Yes, a punishment you four aren't likely to forget anytime soon," Xavier continued, pulling his knee from between Satch's legs and walking around the sawhorse, absently stroking the chestnut's mane. "So I think the five of us are going to spend a day with my dear friend Master Julian."

There was a collective cry from the slaves; even the gelding whimpered. "Master, please! We'll do anything to make up for this! Please don't make us do this!" Jordan whined, Kent nodding in agreement next to him.

Xavier wasn't moved. "Let's make that two days. Does anyone else want to argue?" Another collective whimper. "Good." Satch felt his stomach churn. The slaves were begging not to spend a single day with this master?! This wasn't good. This was not good at all. What on earth could be worse than Xavier and Bryce?

"Now, what was it that you said to me, boy? When you earned yourself and your friends this punishment?" Xavier asked, stroking the stallion's face and making him shiver.

Satch blushed. "I said... I said f-fuck you."

"That's right. And do you think that was a proper way to address me?"

"N-no, sir," the stallion said meekly. He could feel his heart pounding, his pulse loud in his head.

"That's right, boy. It was not." The crocodile twirled the bridle-looking thing on his fingers. "You know, boy. I do not tolerate language like that from ANY slave, especially not my ponies. When I hear my ponies have used language like that, this little toy of mine comes out." He held it up in front of the stallion's face. "Do you know what this is?" Xavier looked excited, and it scared Satch. He couldn't bring himself to speak, so he just shook his head, eyes wide and staring at his master in fear. "This is a dental speculum. It's used by vets on feral horses to keep their mouths open for teeth cleaning and other work. And we'll be using it on you today, boy. I suggest you open up so I don't have to force you to." Satch immediately opened wide. "Good boy." The speculum had two metal bars, each with a gap just large enough for Satch's teeth. Xavier slipped it inside the stallion's mouth, then went to work fastening the buckles: one over the top of his snout, one on each cheek and around the back of his head, and one under his chin. It was incredibly uncomfortable, and Satch felt himself drool a bit, his mouth kept in an awkward half-open position. "But we aren't done yet, boy. Oh no." Xavier grinned, and Satch could see the croc's dick spring up. He flinched as the croc's hands found the crank on his cheek and gave it a turn. This operated an expander in the metal, slowly forcing his jaw open, wider and wider, until his mouth was open like a yawn. But Xavier didn't stop there. He kept cranking, prying Satch's jaw until the stallion cried out in pain. "Yes, that should do quite nicely. Comfy? No?" the reptile sniggered, walking to the corner, where a mop stood upright in a bucket. He took the mop out and propped it in the corner, bringing the bucket forward and setting it down in front of Satch. The crocodile squatted down, dipping his hand in the bucket of soapy water. "Time to do something about that filthy mouth of yours," he said, pulling out a bar of soap.

Satch's eyes widened, and he shook his head back and forth, whining because his mouth was too wide to beg. The crocodile grabbed his mane again, holding his head steady, the bar of soap pointed threateningly at the stallion's maw. "Tongue out." The horse let out a miserable groan, reluctantly poking his tongue forward. "ALL the way out!" snapped Xavier, and Satch whimpered, extending his tongue so it hung over his chin. The bar of soap hovered in front of his face, its smell strong in his nostrils. He couldn't pinpoint the fragrance, other than that it smelled cheap and strong, probably industrial-strength soap. He whimpered again, hoping he was wrong. Was this going to poison him?

"That tongue had better stay out, boy. This punishment is about self-control, and you're going to show me that you have some. Otherwise I would be more than happy to add some more days to our little group punishment. Do I make myself clear, boy?" Xavier said, his voice stern. Satch could hardly believe this was the same crocodile who had so gleefully teased him while sucking his cock. The stallion shuddered; he didn't like the disciplinarian side of his new master at all. He nodded his answer, wanting to show Xavier that he would behave. "Good. Now let's wash out this pottymouth."

The hand moved forward, pressing the bar of soap flat against Satch's tongue. Immediately he gagged; the soap tasted nothing like it smelled, an overwhelming bitterness assaulting his taste buds. His first instinct was to pull back and spit out the taste, but he couldn't earn them any more punishment than he already had. "Unnngggghhhhh..." he grunted in misery as Xavier held the soap in place for a few minutes. He knew the crocodile was testing him, letting the taste sink in and seeing if Satch would really pull his tongue back. The seconds slowly ticked by, the bitter taste making him salivate, soapy drool dripping from the tip of his tongue to the floor.

Eventually Xavier seemed to decide Satch wasn't going to pull his tongue away and began stroking it with the bar of soap, starting in the back and dragging it forward, then repeating the process. The bitter taste got stronger with the rubbing, and the crocodile was picking up momentum, his light strokes becoming heavier until they started working up a lather on Satch's tongue. Moaning in woeful disgust, the stallion's cries were one long stream of suffering.

His tongue was coated white with the frothy lather when Xavier pulled the soap away. "Smear it inside your mouth, then swallow," came Xavier's next order. At this, Satch broke down again, whimpering as tears began to flow once more. "It's not poisonous. I'm punishing you, not killing you. Swallow it and stick your tongue back out," the crocodile said, the statement offering little solace to the horse, who cried as he pulled his tongue back in, making himself gulp down the sudsy mixture of saliva and soap. He gagged, both from the taste and the difficulty of open-mouthed swallowing. But he managed to do it, his mouth burning with the bitter taste after he choked it down. Sobbing, he forced his tongue back out, curling it over the bottom metal bar of the speculum.

Xavier took a rougher approach this time, vigorously scrubbing at Satch's tongue before forcing the entire block in his mouth. The horse wept and choked, the horrible taste burning and stronger than ever, the bar grazing the teeth the speculum didn't cover, caking bits of soap on and between them. The back of the soap cake rammed down his throat, making him gag, gasping for air each time the croc pulled out the bar, only for it to be shoved back in. Satch had known people, mostly those with more traditional views, who punished their children by washing their mouths out. Those people would just put the soap in the naughty child's mouth for a bit, then pull it back out. That was NOTHING compared to what Xavier was doing to Satch. It was more like the soap was a brutal cock, and the master was using it to fuck Satch's face.

Xavier finally pulled out the bar, which had shrunk considerably, chunks missing from where it had gone over his teeth. "Lesson learned?" he asked, staring austerely down his snout at Satch. The stallion coughed, spitting up some foamy liquid that splattered to the floor. With a heavy sob that wracked his entire body, he nodded, suds and bubbles trickling out of his gaping mouth. "Good. Do not make me have to do this again." Xavier dropped what was left of the bar of soap in the bucked and turned. Satch sobbed as he watched his master in terror. What was next?!

The crocodile stopped at the furnace, donning a pair of blacksmith's gloves and putting a hand on the handle of a metal rod that protruded from the stove's fiery inside. "And now, boy, you officially become one of my ponies," Xavier said, pulling out the iron with one fluid motion of his arm. The other slaves recoiled at the sight of it, trying their hardest to distance themselves from the hot metal rod.

"AUUUU!!! AUUUU!!!!" Satch howled in panicked terror, realizing that his master held a red-hot branding iron. He hyperventilated, his mane whipping around wildly as he fruitlessly threw his body at his shackles. He wouldn't let it happen! He couldn't let it happen! But Xavier slowly advanced toward him, and he screeched, his throat burning from the soap he had ingested. The mitted hand grabbed his tail, yanking upward, his ass cheeks utterly vulnerable. His fingernails clawed at the sawhorse. He knew he wasn't getting away, but he had to try! In his peripheral vision, he saw Xavier raise the branding iron--Satch squeezed his eyes shut. Something heavy pressed on him to keep him still, then a bellowed scream erupted from his chest. His body went rigid, fire exploding in his nerves as the smell of charred flesh accompanied by the angry hiss of the iron filling the room. Somehow the pain reached all the way to his brain, and he slumped forward, dimly noticing Xavier pull the brand away. He knew nothing else after that, because his vision swirled to blackness as he lost consciousness.

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"Creampie... wakey wakey, slut!"

Satch groaned, his head pounding. Slowly, he blinked awake, his first sight of consciousness a pair of glaring brown eyes. He let out a yelp.

Bryce.

The stallion scrambled backwards, slipping in the pile of hay in which he had been unconscious. His neck felt oddly heavy, and he found that he had been fitted with a clamp, huge and iron, with a chain through it that led to a hook in the wall. He was in a cell, a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling and illuminating the tiny stone room. There was a cheap-looking metal toilet to his left, just within reach of the chain. "Please don't hurt me, Lord Master Bryce! I--OUCH!" he yelped, jumping up. Something on his ass was incredibly sore!

Then he remembered the brand, twirling his hips around and looking at his left ass cheek. Sure enough, there it was. The brand was a large letter X made up of two lines: one severe and straight, its edges angular, the other curved, like a thin letter S. He whimpered as he looked at the charred flesh, ugly against his chestnut coat. It took a bit to sink in; he had been forever marked. The brand was never going to go away.

"You like your new mark, Creampie? I woulda gone for a few more on you, personally... a nice big one on your face! Heh heh!" Bryce laughed, using the toe of his flip flop to nudge the stallion in the side. It was odd seeing the rhino in clothes, a sleeveless undershirt and a pair of khaki cargo shorts, through which an obvious erection bulged.

Satch tried not to cry as he trembled in the shadow of the imposing figure that stood before him. "Please, Lord Master Bryce. I hurt so much... I'll do anything, just please don't hurt me tonight," he whimpered, flinching as the rhino raised his hand.

A bark of laughter came from Bryce, who, instead of hitting Satch, tossed something shiny and metal in the air, catching it. "As much as I wanna have another fuck with you, I have places to be, Creampie. So sounds like it's your lucky night, slut," Bryce said, catching the metal object again and held it in front of Satch's face. "Recognize this?"

Satch gasped. It was the tiny socket wrench key, the one that was custom built for his cock ring. He hesitantly reached up to grab it, but Bryce pulled it out of his reach. "Found this while I was cleaning up after our little session. Thought I might return it."

The stallion was immediately suspicious. The taste of soap was still strong in his mouth as he spoke. "Return it to me, Lord Master Bryce?"

Bryce gave a sniff of laughter. "Yeaaah, about that... that's where we have a little snag, Creampie. Xavier sure as hell ain't getting this, and why the fuck would we give a slave the key to his cock ring? So I think I'm just going to throw it away," Bryce said, walking to the toilet and holding his fist over the bowl.

"NO!" Satch cried out, lunging forward to the toilet. Bryce stepped just out of reach, laughing.

"Oh, is this important to you, Creampie? Maybe ol' Lord Master Bryce can be convinced to let you have them. Go back to that hay and get on your knees," the rhino commanded, his toes flexing in his sandals. Satch had no choice but to obey. He had to get that key! "Hay... a toilet... psssh," scoffed Bryce. "Xavier's too soft with you sluts. If my sluts can't hold it until I give 'em a potty break, then they know to go in the food dish!" Satch's eyes widened in horror. He didn't dare say anything, but maybe he was better off as Xavier's slave. "Here's how this is gonna work. You stay there, I drop this in the shitter here. I press the flusher and you try to grab it before it's gone forever. Doesn't that sound like fun, Creampie?"

Satch whimpered. Bryce only laughed and dropped the key with a light splash. "Hold up!" the rhino said. The stallion looked up at the master with dread, poised to spring at the toilet bowl. "Back on your knees, boy. ALL the way down. A false start is an automatic loss!" Bryce was clearly getting a kick out of building up Satch's hope. But it didn't matter; he had to get that key!

"Okay, 3..." Bryce counted, grinning down at Satch, whose heart was hammering with adrenaline. "2..." the rhino said, lazily inspecting his fingernails. Then, suddenly, "1 go!" and then the flush. Satch was caught off guard, and he leapt toward the bowl, scrambling and clawing desperately at the swirling mass of water. But it was too late. His fingers swiped at nothing, and the bowl refilled with new water. Satch buried his head in his arms, letting out a sob of frustration.

"Sorry bout your luck, Creampie! Try again next time! Oh wait," Bryce laughed sadistically, unlocking the cell's door. "There won't be a next time, now will there? Sweet dreams, Creampie!" The door slammed shut behind Bryce, and Satch screamed in the empty cell. His brand? It would be on him forever. His cock ring? It would be locked forever. It was starting to look like he'd be a slave forever, too. But no! He couldn't let himself have those thoughts. Satch pulled himself off the toilet and crawled back to his pile of hay, laying on his back. He would escape. He would. He had so much in life that he needed to do! He just didn't know HOW he'd get out. But he would. Of that much he was certain. He would sleep tonight, then wait until he could talk to the other slaves. Surely there was someone in the dungeon who could help him. His mind raced in circles, not finding a solution but still building up his confidence. "I have to get out. I have to get out. I have to get out." He repeated this to himself over and over as he drifted off to sleep. He would find a way to escape. Somehow.

© Torin Otter May 2014