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“You know, I gotta say,” the horse snorted between faint, panted breaths. A soft, delicate clink of metal punctuated every shallow thrust, in turn tightening the ache that strained across Avery’s face. “Was the purple hanky thing really necessary?”

He pushed forward again, a grinding sensation of swollen flesh and solid steel heaved through the otter’s throat. Though his eyes watered, his body choked, and his lunges starved, there was nothing he could do but ride through the agony.

“I mean, look at you. As if it weren’t obvious how much of a freak you are.”

Avery might have responded, but with the length of the horse’s fat cock sunk into his stomach, the best the otter could do was mindlessly, pitifully gurgle around his meat. With desperate, raw eyes he stared up the bay roan heft of the stallion’s torso that currently stood over him, just as his overstuffed muzzle kissed the man’s groin.

Having blankly skipped any small talk while barely giving his name, Santiago looked down at the cuffed otter kneeling before him with the same glazed demeanor he had exuded so far. Not quite indifferent, not quite intense, but something… insidious. There was something dark and resolute brimming behind the horse’s quiet eyes, something which possibly explained why he never once flinched as he watched the otter suffocate on his cock.

Then again, Avery shouldn’t have been surprised, as only a man who looked the way the Auxois draft did would have thought to take the chains once decorating his harness and jeans to clip and thread them through the otter’s piercings. One latched end-to-end from both his angel and snake bites, looped behind his head, to force his lips apart, while another pulled taut between his septum ring and the bridge of his muzzle. His face itched with the discomfort of skin being stretched in directions it arguably shouldn’t be going, but worse still was he could no longer close his mouth, not completely, to which the horse had promptly taken advantage of…

Yet even then, Santiago still found a way to push the otter further. After taunting the boy with smears of his bulging jockstrap against that open, drooling maw, the stallion hardly batted an eye when he released the giant it held back. The length, girth, and weight of it alone was enough to have Avery recoiling under the impact, but it had been the hard, digging pain of metal biting into his face that sent his heart racing.

Despite being buried from view, Avery could still feel each and every piercing that had adorned the horse’s cock. Starting with a brutal combination of an ampallang and an apadravya through his flared head, the rest of the man’s shaft was lined in a ladder of frenum bars, all so close together that it was impossible to tell where Santiago began and the piercings took over. That same ladder stretched down, joined by yet more rungs of hafada rings that encircled the male’s heavy balls. What Avery couldn’t see was now roughly pressing from inside his anatomy, a dizzying array of little silver anchors dragging the horse deeper into the otter’s esophagus and beyond…

While he would have been more than content to suffer the horse’s body modifications every which way the man pleased, Santiago had still found new ways to push the otter when he connected yet more chains between him and his willing victim. First between Avery’s septum and the stallion’s own navel and public piercings, a second to Santiago’s scrotal rings and both the otter’s snake bites and the Madison ring in his nape. Having already fed the length of his cock into the boy’s throat, there was just enough give between them for the horse to casually rut just a few inches, back and forth, with Avery latched in place.

He could writhe, he could splutter, he could cry, but the one thing Avery couldn’t do was escape. And Santiago knew it.

“Speaking from experience,” the horse said as he squeezed himself through the otter’s throat, leaning back to tighten those chains and force the boy to strain against him, “You gotta be fucked up to get that much metal, especially where everyone can see.”

Avery watched as Santiago flapped his lips, the stallion rolling his tongue with a lewd smile across his teeth, the glimmer of a pierced stud clattering at the enamel. Unlike the otter, the horse sported just one labret in his bottom lip, two piercings on his left eyebrow, and industrial gauge bars through both ears. At most, they only shared a septum ring, though even then, Santiago’s piercing was only a partial curve, ending into two prongs like demonic horns.

Barely able to choke in scratchy gasps around the horse’s manhood, that particular piercing was the most telling.

“Gotta admit though, never thought I’d encounter a living pincushion like you,” the horse scoffed as he eased back into the otter, rooting his cock right to the hilt. Though the relieved strain of the chains and piercings was welcome, Avery couldn’t decide if the trade-off of his airway being blocked was worth the reprieve…

A sudden jolt to his crotch snapped his focus from the thought, however, as a blundering toecap tapped at the intricate “cage” ensnaring his own cock and balls.

“‘Cause fucking hell, boy, that’s some serious shit right there. Even compared to me.”

The rough, unfeeling touch of Auxois’ boot against his groin sent waves wincing through him, its polished leather scuffing against the metal pierced every which way through the otter’s genitals.

Despite how frightening and gruesome it may have looked, for Avery it was his long-desired masterpiece: a chastity cage. Except his cage was custom-built, one that had cost a fortune to create and a litany of piercings to incorporate. Starting with its primary Prince Albert locking mechanism that latched to his guiche piercing, the cage ran the short length of his soft cock with rings wrapped around his shaft through his own frenum ladder. With his balls naturally forced apart as a result, all that was required was a cock ring, though even that was its own dermal piercing, with three equal portions anchored beneath the skin. It was potentially just as extreme and perverse as the horse’s web of chains around his head, a realization that had slithered its way through Avery and roused some twisted part of himself he never thought someone would reach.

Thankfully, however, his pierced cage did its job, as no matter how painfully his cock hardened within its metal bindings, the otter remained contained. It didn’t stop pre leaking from his tip, however, especially when Santiago’s steel toecap grazed his head sending fresh tremors of uncomfortable pleasure through him. The stallion snickered at the sight, pulling his boot away with a thin, oozing string serving as another join between them.

“Oh fuck yeah, I’m taking you home with me. Never gonna find a boy like you again. You’re gonna be all mine.” One by one, the strain on Avery’s face started to lessen, as the horse’s fingers darted between the many chains and piercings to release him from his hold. “Though not until I’m finished here first. You’ve got me hooked, boy, but I’m still gonna try both ends.”

Given the enormous difference between them, the draft stallion outmatched the otter’s nubile form nearly three times over, it was all too easy for Santiago to pluck Avery from the alley’s floor and wrestle him to the nearest wall. If anyone were to have seen the scuffle from the street, Avery doubted they would have made much of the scene. If nothing else, were they also fellow kinksters like himself and the domineering Auxois, then they were more likely to have ventured to watch as the stallion bent the otter at the crook of his raised tail. With his face pinned to coarse brickwork, the shrill scrape of metal against stone ringing in his ears the otter struggled under Santiago’s weight. But he could just about make out the sound of the horse hacking up a slimy wad of spit before it was immediately followed by something wet, warm, and thick slapping at his exposed hole.

Between the seconds he felt the stallion’s fingers massaging his saliva into his ass and the moment he felt the blunt pierced head of the man’s cock, Avery fought to steady himself as best he could. But no matter how ruthless he knew Santiago would be after already ruining his throat, the otter’s cock still happily drooled at the thought of all those piercings reaming their way through his guts…

Unlike other men, when Santiago nestled his flare against his hole, Avery knew right away the horse would be different. Even now, before he was even inside, he could feel the crisscrossed metal brushing at his rim, the anticipation of so many more bars queued behind it, all waiting to tenderize his innards. Regardless of his cage, Avery’s cock throbbed enough to surprise even him.

Hot breath hissed at his ear, the stallion’s studded tongue slithering its way around Avery’s numerous ear piercings, the man’s teeth threatened to bite hard upon his cartilage. The otter shuddered as Santiago’s voice poured into his head,

“Brace yourself, my new lil pincushion,” Avery shivered under every word, completely fixated on the horse’s mass that already began to bear down on him, “I’m gonna give you the biggest piercing you’re ever gonna get.” With tight, cruel pressure, the otter coughed through a quiet, desperate moan as the stallion’s modded cock punched through his hole, “Don’t worry about savorin’ it though, ‘cause this is gonna be just as permanent.”

Avery could hardly breathe, his chest crushed against brick while Santiago hunkered down over him. But it was the sudden invading mass that stripped the air from his lungs, coupled with the electrifying sensation of ripples of metal sliding one by one through his hole. His toes curled, legs tightened, stomach clenched, all while his mind reeled at the overwhelming albeit heavenly feeling of the stallion’s piercings forcing their way through him. The horse’s cock, already a behemoth unto itself, was made just that imperceptibly worse by the adornment of so much metal, so much so that every inch sent jolts down Avery’s spine. But this was what he wanted, that carnal, alien euphoria any other male could never give him, and all because they weren’t as daring as the horse. Like the otter, Santiago would endure the same pain he did to achieve some greater pleasure, one he extracted now from the boy’s trembling, rapacious body.

The frenum ladder made it impossible to know just how much the stallion had already forced inside the otter, or how much was left to go for that matter, but Avery didn’t care. He just wanted to be forever consumed by the agonizing satisfaction that wracked through his ass. Deep inside his guts, he could sense the driving crown of the horse’s cock grinding through him, reaching somewhere impossible as Santiago pushed on. One of the horse’s paws snatched at the otter’s scalp, pinning him in place as he leveraged his hips against Avery’s split rear. The other took hold of the boy’s cuffs, engulfing both of Avery’s wrists with one fist to allow the horse to pull back on his arms. Within either grasp, Santiago could puppet the otter into an even tighter arch, pulling near to breaking on his taut spine with his ass splayed even further outward to meet the man’s crotch. It was difficult, painful even, but a far cry from the rising orgasmic anguish festering in Avery’s stomach. Whatever it took, no matter what he thought, all he wanted was the horse’s pierced cock impaling him.

But, whether fortunately or unfortunately, it was enough. Santiago grappled hard with the otter’s body until they were rewarded with what they both longed for. With even the Auxois breaking his sadistic front, the pair of them groaned earnestly as Avery’s hole swallowed the horse’s flesh right to his pierced ball sack.

Avery just wanted the stallion to fuck him there and then, but despite what he had told the otter, Santiago did in fact savor the moment. Feverish and restless but otherwise utterly immobile, the otter was forced to feel every inch of the horse’s metal-clad cock buried inside him, the folds of his guts enveloped around the foreign mass as if this was the very thing his body had been made for. Santiago’s groans quickly snapped into a primal growl, though Avery’s crept away into a pleading, fervent whimper.

“Fuck yes.” The horse squeezed in tight, his body pressed over Avery’s leaving nothing but sweat, spit, fur, and metal between them, “You are my fucking pincushion now.”

There wasn’t a shred of doubt in Avery’s mind as he stammered through some unintelligible agreement, whatever the horse wanted to hear so that he could carry on with carving the poor boy out and sparing him any more suffering. With a defiant, triumphant snort hard in his ear, Santiago took the otter at his incomprehensible word. Gripping tighter than ever before, Avery braced as he’d been told for the first thrust of the stallion’s cock.

If the intrusion was tantamount to a single lightning strike, the retreat would have been a full-blown thunderstorm. From the first, slightest motion of the stallion’s hips, Avery was already anxiously howling in hushed cries as his body recoiled against him. Catching on every piercing that had been sunk inside him, the horse’s cock dragged back through his guts with those metal bars searing their way in grooves against his inner walls. But while the frenum ladder’s predictable lines pressed against the horse’s shaft was bad, it was the merciless combination of his apadravya and ampallang that burned scores through the otter’s body. Careened by the power of Santiago’s thrusts, it seemed to throw itself this way and that deep inside of him, succumbing Avery to violent shakes as he lost all composure to the deepest ache it left behind. But no matter how weak his legs felt or how he feared he might pass out, the stallion’s body held him firm with nowhere to go but up and down the length of his cock.

Santiago shuffled in place to find an even better angle for fucking his prey, the otter now completely foisted upon his shaft and grasping against the wall. He was already digging his way back into the otter, seemingly indifferent to Avery’s strangled yowls that were beyond any sense of pain or pleasure. Through frantic breaths, sweat and grime smearing through his fur, the otter desperately urged himself to just give in, to surrender to the man’s will, to let his flesh pierce to his deepest point and earn him the name he’d been given. Deep down, he knew he’d finally found the kind of man he’d longed for, glittering in metal that was more than just rebellious decoration.

If he was Santiago’s pincushion, then Santiago would be his piercer, fat, throbbing needle and all.

He would have told the man as much were he able to string the words together, but just as his guts were being ground into a heaving pulp, so too had his mind long since eroded away. All he could think about was the roving piercings driving away inside him, his body becoming a tunnel for the stallion’s immeasurable meat, with a pitiful pressure on his prostate milking what could have been an orgasm from his caged cock. He couldn’t hardly feel it, there was no real climax to the feeling, but there was oozing wetness. Incapable of achieving orgasm on his own, Avery had become used to the feeling of cumming from being used, and he knew how his seed felt leaking through the pierced points of his genitals in a shapeless, slippery mass. He could feel his load drain through every bar of the cage, dripping and dribbling down his legs and onto Santiago’s crotch.

However, lost in his feral need, Santiago didn’t even seem to register that he had driven his new plaything to orgasm as he pumped long and hard at his hole. So intense were the horse’s thrusts that Avery swore he could hear the ripping, popping sound of his hole buckling back and forth against that ladder of piercings. The speed was as terrifying as the sound, the sickly stench of sweat and cum now simmering in the stale air between them, only for the horse to snort and snarl with deep lungs. Avery rode through the sensation, already well past his own climax and dangerously sinking back into a newfound overwhelming experience.

He was grateful then when the horse shouted with a rough, visceral neigh as he slammed his cock deep one last time into the otter’s stretched-out hole. There was barely a moment to breathe before Avery felt the flood of cum pour into him, but it wasn’t with the typical force he imagined from a stallion like Santiago. Without a doubt, the volume was there, practically a ocean’s worth of seed draining into the otter’s ass, yet it seemed weaker, more consistently spread… The Auxois kept himself flush with the otter’s rump as he emptied what must have been a gallon or more into the boy before finishing with an indignant growl. Yanking his cock free, the mere physical act sending Avery into fresh convulsions as he collapsed onto the floor, the stallion took one staggered step back with his spent cock swinging free before him.

Avery managed enough strength to lift himself on the floor, paws slipping through cum-slick concrete as he fought to find his balance, before turning to face his piercer in a pool of the man’s seed.

Staring up at the sweaty, primal figure towering over him, the otter could now see why the stallion’s orgasm hadn’t hit as hard as it should. Just like his cage, cum still dribbled and seeped from between every piercing along Santiago’s shaft. It created a curtained waterfall of thick, white slime, unevenly spread but still abundantly leaking from the horse’s cock.

Returning back to his place over the otter, Santiago squatted down to Avery’s level, his oozing cock somehow surging with renewed vigor. It hung within a hair’s breadth from the otter’s face, its crowned head steeped in cum that stretched in a string as if beckoning Avery’s lips to catch it. The otter’s heart beat hard again, his gaping hole yawning for more as it spluttered dregs of cum across the cold floor. In the thick silence of the alley, the two men’s eyes met, but just as before, only Santiago spoke,

“Get it back down your throat, pincushion.” The stallion pushed forward, the otter opened his mouth to gulp his cock and cum down. Avery heard the soft clatter of chains being gathered in the horse’s grasp, and already he was filled with fresh excitement, “But take your time, no need to rush, not when you’re gonna be mine forever.”