FSE

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This story contains fictional depictions of bestiality, coerced consent, and purple prose.

A horrid, piercing cackle echoed over the hills. It was followed by uncountable others of its like; high, jagged sounds, the whooping and hollering of monsters. My blood ran cold.

From the long shadows of red-dusted crags, gnolls descended the hills like a landslide, a bloodthirsty tide of mangy fur and rusted iron. I heard crossbows loose nearby, and I watched the merchant who hired me slump over his cart, a bolt protruding from his neck. The merchant’s blood flowed out of him at a sickening pace, and I knew him to be dead.

I drew my sword. My heart hammered against my ribs. I looked around for some semblance of a defensive formation coalescing, but there was only chaos. Gnolls dashed between the carts, upsetting the horses, knocking men to the ground, and tossing torches onto anything that looked flammable. I heard a bestial snarl beside me, followed by a terrible scream. The air grew thick with the tang of blood and smoke. What little experience I had failed me in that moment, and I was seized by a terrible, unthinking fear.

I ran through the haze. Dust and smoke stung my eyes, but at the edge of my vision, I saw the looming shadow of a gnoll, larger than any I had ever seen in Elwynn Forest. Just as I had glanced him, the gnoll brute, a savage hyena-man with matted fur and tensed muscles, emerged from the fog swinging a massive club. I lunged forward, my instinct to dodge spoiling an already desperate attack. My blade glanced off his leather-bound shoulder, my heart sinking as I realized my fate was sealed.

His club caught me square in the chest, cracking my armor and ribs alike. The world began to spin, red mountains tilting violently against the darkening sky. I hit the ground hard, gasping for breath in the dirt.

Before I had the sense to attempt an escape, the brute was upon me. A massive, clawed hand slammed into my sword arm, pinning me in the gravel. I looked up at the beast, baring jagged yellow teeth, smiling at me as if we were playing some cruel game. His eyes were black pits, merciless as a wolf’s, and burning with the same bottomless hunger.

I was swiftly disarmed. The gnoll bound my hands, rifling through my pockets as he rolled me over, pressing his full weight into me. Pain shot through my chest, I wheezed, each breath more shallow than the last. My consciousness flickered – one moment, there were screams, and I felt the agony of breathing; the next, it was quiet, the moon was out, and I was on my back, being dragged along a narrow trail, carried away into the mountains. Then there was nothing.

When I awoke, it was to a throbbing headache, and a nauseating pendulum motion rattling my entire body. I was upside down, stripped of my armor and weapons, slung over a gnoll’s back like game, bobbing and swaying with each heavy footfall. When I finally gathered the courage to open my eyes, I saw only blackness. Tendrils of fear gripped my mind, fear that I had been struck blind – then of the realization that I was underground. The clawed footsteps of my captor reverberated off the walls, rippling through still, stagnant air.

Almost immediately, the smell hit me. A suffocating miasma of musk and decay seeped into my lungs, tainted by the depths of this light-forsaken pit. The scent of dried blood mingled with the odor of a hundred unwashed beasts huddling in the dark. The sounds of tearing flesh, the snapping of bone, and the sharp, barking laughter of gnolls echoed through the cavern, conjuring images of the monsters surrounding me, my nightmares taking shape in the shadows.

Finally I saw a light. What appeared first as a distant glimmer, opened into a vast chamber. Uneven pyres were scattered throughout, encircled by gnolls, casting distorted, flickering shadows against the walls. Like a macabre puppet show, they danced over the stone, giving chaotic form to the unsettling dirge of laughter and feasting reverberating within the den.

I tried not to look at the creatures, for fear of catching their attention. Even so, I could not avert my eyes from the grotesque spectacle before me. Dozens of the beasts, along with feral worgs, were gathered around the carcass of some unfortunate animal who had fallen into a pit trap. Blood stained maws and fangs strewn with viscera compelled me to watch as they tore into its flesh, gorging themselves, my instincts screaming at me that I was to be their next meal.

My heart pounded hard against my mount’s shoulder, adrenaline numbing the pain of his uneven gait beating against my chest. We continued deeper into the cave, winding through a tunnel into a quiet hallway, granting me some semblance of relief, but I was once again plunged into total darkness. Taking advantage of the quiet, I contemplated my best move, whatever might save me from becoming food.

Truthfully, it was a dire situation I was in. I had no means to fight, and even if I could manage to escape momentarily, I would have to find my way out of this gnoll infested hole without getting killed or captured. I began to despair, contemplating how my first quest outside Elwynn Forest could have gone so awry. I was even foolish enough to ignore the rumors of gnolls on the road, accepting a few extra silver to compensate for the danger. After some time, I ceased my wallowing, resolving to impersonate a nobleman, and claim to be worth some ransom. Perhaps it was an ill-conceived plan, but it was do or die, and I had no intentions of dying.

Suddenly we came to a stop. I was thrown carelessly from the gnoll’s back, landing on the cold ground like cordwood, the shock rattling my skull. Then, a heavy iron door slammed shut with a clatter that echoed endlessly down the dark corridors. I looked up, searching for rusty iron bars in the blackness. My eyes began to adjust, and I saw the shadow of the brute looming over me. His silhouette was a jagged outline of fur rippling down his hunched back. His iridescent eyes glinting in the darkness like a cat’s. A low growl shook my cell.

“Fresh meat…” The brute rasped. His clumsy taunt cutting to my heart like an icy dagger.

The gnoll sniffed over my cage, cackling softly, the eagerness in his voice made my hair stand on end. Then, his shadow disappeared, shifting somewhere out of sight. I listened closely for his footsteps, staring into my black cell, expecting wicked teeth to grip my throat at any moment. I heard the rasping of his claws against the stone floor change character, echoing down the corridor until finally disappearing.

The silence that followed was a heavy one. Before long I could hear my pulse, the fear of being devoured still coursing through me. I lifted my hands in front of my face, bringing them nearer and nearer, testing the opacity of the shadows surrounding me. Even with my fingers waving directly in front of my eyes, I saw nothing. Only by angling myself correctly against the cavern threshold could I utilize a diffuse light emanating from the hallway to see the vaguest impression of my hands.

As I tested the darkness, and my eyes continued to adjust, I discovered that my apparent solitude was an illusion. From between my fingers, a pair of eyes glinted, peering down into my cage. My muscles tensed, and I blinked twice, unsure of the reality of what I could barely see; but it was no hallucination. The glowing eyes moved, pinholes of menacing, yellow light floating toward me through obscuring darkness.

Clawed fingers tapped against the bars of my cell, emphasizing my entrapment. A great shadow shifted just beyond the cage, breathing heavily, air catching and clicking in its throat. The creature seemed to envelop me, the heat of its breath filling the blackness of my cell. Finally, it spoke.

“You smart, meat?” The beast punctuated its garbled question with a chirp, the upward inflection being my only hint as to its meaning. I sat, dumbfounded, trying to understand the creature’s broken common. “You smart? We make deal? Smart meat makes deal.”

My heart skipped a beat, for I believed this was my chance at escape. “Yes!” I blurted out, perhaps too eager. “We can make a deal. I’m a nobleman, my family would pay handsomely for…” I was interrupted by the shrill voice of the gnoll before I could finish my rehearsal.

“Yes! Smart meat!” A sharp cackle echoed through the room. “Now I tell you deal. You suck me, I no eat you. Deal, meat?” Even without sight, I could detect the gnoll’s cruel smile.

My heart sank, recognizing the situation I was in. This was shaping up like my stint in the Stockade, but so much worse. Could I do it, I asked myself, submit to a gnoll like this? I had done what I had to in the past, and maybe I fooled around a bit on the side, but this was too much; he was barely more than an animal, the very thought disgusted me. But, stronger than my disgust, was fear. I imagined the gore strewn maws of the gnolls I had witnessed feeding in the den, and my perspective began to change.

I looked up, though I could see nothing but shifting shadows, beady eyes awaited my reply. If my first escape plan wasn’t going to work, I didn’t have a backup, was it really so crazy to take my chances with the gnoll? No one was coming to rescue me. No one was going to judge me. If what he said was true, this was my only, best chance. “It’s a deal…” I whispered, my shameful acquiescence resounding through the quiet room.

The gnoll responded with a twisted laugh, rattling my cage. There was a sudden shift in the air, a warmth that didn’t belong. A heavy, pulsating heat radiated from the iron bars, protruding in the cold void. I knew exactly what it was. Even so, in the impenetrable darkness, I found this new heat to be strangely alluring, the first shred of warmth I’d felt since the Redridge sun last shone on my face. Like a moth to flame, my hand drifted forth, unprepared for what I would find.

My fingers sank into fur, brushing against a firm, plump mass. The heat of his hide warmed my hand, and I hesitated for a moment, the sensation reminding me of a dog – a blend of comforting familiarity and alien disgust radiated up my arm. My hand explored downward, grazing the round, hot flesh of the gnoll’s balls until hitting cold metal. I tried hard to push the image of my captor from my mind; standing above me, his genitals slung over the bars of my prison, mere inches from my face. The darkness of my cell granted me a singular, profound act of mercy; obscuring the reality of what I was about to do.

Kneeling in shame, I brought forth my free hand, searching for the furry mass I had felt earlier, only to find slick flesh. The sensation was strange, hot, rough, and richly textured. Reflexively, I withdrew, overcome by the impression of a dog’s anatomy in my hands, sticky strands of fluid broke between my fingers as I retreated. The gnoll shifted, his claws scraping against the floor, his breath ghosting over my neck.

“You no stop, meat!” He barked. Drool dripped from his fangs, landing on my hair and shoulders.

Terror gripped me once more. Determined to see tomorrow, I tried to reign in my shock and return to battle. I gripped a sword that was unlike my own, overfilling my palm, built of a scale not meant for human hands. My fingers slid up his length, which had grown, until I reached the ridged head of his cock. It peaked into a narrow tip on the underside, with a shallow divot above – blunting his head. The asymmetry surprised me, a flash of excitement cut through my fear.

Without thinking, I cupped one of his testicles, fur bristling between my fingers. I heard the gnoll’s clawed hand grip the bar above me, steadying himself, his ample package bouncing in my grasp. For a moment, I forgot myself, tracing the pulsing weight of him, lost in the heat radiating from his manhood. I wrapped both my hands around searing flesh, feeling the rhythmic, pulsating life of a dangerous predator within. There was a staggering density to him, so palpable the shadows themselves seemed to coalesce into his form. Darkness revealed prominent veins, and a thick, tapering shaft, twitching with pleasure; growing longer, thicker, and harder with every stroke. I envied him.

I envied the ease of his existence, the effortlessness of a life led by instinct in the body of a born warrior, whereas I was a warrior in title only. Now, broken and tethered, I wasn’t even sure I could claim the title. My thumb brushed over the ridged head of my captor’s cock, the difference between us couldn’t be more clear. Only in such dire circumstances could I have seen the truth, that I had always been on this path, the moment I took up the sword. Suddenly my captivity felt trite, it had been inevitable that I was eventually overpowered by something stronger than me. But, for as pathetic as I was, I had discovered a twisted sort of solace – oozing in my hands. Blindness had revealed what sight could not; the meaning of my body in nature, that I lived at the pleasure of the strong. In my very hands I held the ultimate weapon.

“You like, meat?” The gnoll spoke. His voice had changed, curiosity dulling its cutting edge.

I took the gnoll’s inane questioning as a good sign, pressing myself into the overwhelming warmth. The heat of him seared a brand against my cheek. My skin tingled in contact with his, jolts of pleasure radiating from his cock through my entire body. His cloying stench diffused on my pallet. A primal urge thrummed in my stomach, I couldn’t get enough of him. His scent, his size… I did like it.

“Yes, yes. You like!” The creature said, grasping the back of my head through the bars.

The friction of his claws on my scalp sent shivers down my spine. He pulled my head toward his stomach, until my nose was wedged between his balls and the furry sheath at the base of his cock, which had swollen into a firm, gratuitously thick ball. His scent enveloped me. A haze of smoky, earthen musk coat the back of my throat. My thoughts swam through the inky blackness, basking in the gnoll’s scent, setting my senses alight like smelling salts.

In that moment, what remained of my dignity was stripped away, leaving only the instincts of a cornered animal. I was supplicant at the altar of a power much older and hungrier than man, a primordial law governing the deepest, darkest places of the mind. Every breath I took was suffused with his essence, his pulse beating against my cheek.

Driven by a primal hunger that blurred the line between survival and depravity, I pulled my head free, my heartbeat reverberating through the cave. I let my tongue sweep tentatively over the warm, narrow tip of the gnoll’s cock, tasting the pearl of pre-cum that had formed there. His hot flesh scintillating on my lips, magnificent beyond description. I began to map his length with my tongue, exploring the strange landscape of peaks and valleys. Something dripped onto my face, leaking from the gnoll in copious amounts. I could hear him squirting, glazing the stone wall behind me, his fluids cascading down the bars of my cell.

For a moment I believed he had finished, but he yanked my head from his length, bringing me to his tip. I caught a few ropes of his emissions on the face, the sweet smell deepening my intoxication. He forced me forward, prodding against my lips, thin fluid rolling down my chin. My lips parted as he thrust into my mouth, barely able to fit half his length before hitting a wall. His taste was concentrated and wild, a distillation of his musk. I took him deeper, as deep as I could, my tongue circling his glans, pre-cum flooding my throat.

“Li… like you, m… meat.” The gnoll was breathless, his claws tapping the back of my head, guiding me down his shaft.

The sheer, unyielding girth of him filled my throat, halting my breath. His hand remained firmly around the back of my head, bouncing me on the edge of his cock, pleasuring himself with my mouth. I began to gag, the gnoll’s thick rod plugging my airways, his pre-cum unable to escape. Reflexively, I swallowed, the muscles in my neck clenching around my captor’s length.

“Hmm… you suck good, meat.” He groaned, leaning hard into the bars of my cell. I could feel the tension melting from his body, oozing down my throat. “Maybe keep you.”

In the darkness, the line between reality and vivid, erotic hallucination was imperceptible, a dangerous canvas for my unraveling, oxygen deprived mind. The shadowed cell substituted a monstrous reality with a more singular, intoxicating fantasy. Thick, heavy flesh was a sensory feast. The image of the massive organ filling me eluded my sight, but the truth of it was undeniable. I shuddered, my own cock twitched, leaking through my pants. I dissolved into the suffocating darkness of that cell, my mind retreating as my body performed acts that would have made my ancestors weep. With each passing moment I sank lower, drinking deeper of the pleasure the gnoll offered me, until there was nothing left.

A ragged moan filled my cage, a peculiar sound that I didn’t recognize as my own until I heard it again. Finally, the last tether of my humanity snapped, a terrifying liberation taking hold of me as the shame vanished. Whatever boundaries of my morality had been compromised now simply ceased to exist. No longer was I fighting for my life. Without so much as a grazing touch, I could feel myself on the edge, drawing closer to a shameful climax as the gnoll asphyxiated me with his cock. I relished the incompatibility of our anatomy, wishing that by some accident he might slip further down my throat.

As if hearing my thoughts, the gnoll obliged. His clawed fingers tangled in my hair, anchoring me in place. He took command, his movements shifting from a slow, rhythmic thrust, to a frantic, punishing face fuck. Each plunge was deeper, more desperate, forcing my head back and stretching my jaws to the limit. The sounds of struggle, the wet, slapping of skin, my ecstatic whimpering, and his guttural, animalistic growls echoed off the walls.

Then something changed, his cock finding new depths within my body. His pre-cum slid directly down my throat, eliminating my need to swallow. My eyes watered, I couldn’t breathe, and my consciousness began to slip away. To my eternal shame, in that moment, I did not crave air, but the vile scent of my captor. His staggering, unrelenting fucking expanded my limits, my body adapting to his. I listened for the guttural grunts of his exertion, pairing it with the beautiful, agonizing pressure of him occupying every inch of my airway. I moaned, writhing on the gnoll’s cock as he filled me completely.

He picked up his feet, his legs twitching as he steadied himself. “Y… yes. G… good meat.” I could hear his tongue lolling from his mouth, his voice catching as he spoke.

His entire frame seized, his cock turning to iron inside me, claws digging into my scalp as I clutched the fur of his tight stomach. I felt a pulse, then a hot load sliding down my throat, filling me with his warmth. With a tilt of my head, he allowed me to breathe once more. I stared into his eyes, those floating yellow orbs as I gasped for air, his cock spasming on my tongue, I gulped down cum and musk. For a moment, it was pure bliss.

My intoxication ebbed with the gnoll’s orgasm, the thrumming pleasure of his flesh subsiding into a stochastic pulse. The feverish heat that had piqued my arousal diffused into the cold. My heartbeat slowed. The gnoll withdrew, his slick length escaping my lips, vanishing back into the void. I was compelled to hold on to him. My hand which had been on his stomach drifted downward, searching for him, finding the thick knot of muscle at the base of his cock. So thoroughly debased was I, that as soon as I felt his girth in my palm, I leaned in to kiss it, suckling and relishing the heat against my skin. I began to stroke myself through my pants, shamelessly indulging an irresistible instinct.

Wet, rasping laughter emanated from darkness. My captor spoke once more, his voice dripping with curiosity, “You want more, meat?”

I moaned, my body responding before my mind could catch up, overcome by the presence of the gnoll.

“Ha!” he cackled “You special meat. I make you new deal.” He paused, pulling my attention from his loins. “This new deal, you take my knot, I let you go.”

Was this real? I thought. Would he really let me go?

“Second part of deal, meat. I bring my friend, and he knot you too.” The gnoll continued.

I quickly surmised his meaning, recognizing that he referred to the thick ball of flesh at the base of his cock. By this point, the proposition did entice me, I must admit. It took me some time to gather enough coherency of thought to respond, though I managed to do so before my captor could come up with additional conditions for our ‘deal,’ I whispered my assent into his knot.

“Hmm? What you say, meat?” His claws tapped against the bars, taunting me.

“I accept.” I said, louder, repeating myself.

“Yes, yes, what you accept?”

His game was obvious. “I want your knot inside me…” I played along, doing my best impression of a Goldshire whore. “And your friend’s knot too.” Only upon verbalizing such depraved statements, did I recognize the sickening sincerity in my voice.

“You smart, meat, almost as smart as gnoll.” He laughed again, withdrawing his cock once more from my cell.

I listened as the gnoll buckled his harness, his feet tapping along the ground as he composed himself and moved toward the exit.

As soon as I heard him leave, I pulled the drawstring of my pants. My cock fell free from the soaked fabric, twitching and dripping with need. I couldn’t help myself. As soon as I wrapped my hand around my length, I felt myself on the edge. The distinct sound of male masturbation filled the cavern, my hand responding to the will of my body. I felt so small compared to him, I thought. My pace picked up, milking more pre-cum from myself, as I contemplated the gnoll’s manhood.

I leaned back against the wall, bracing myself, catching a whiff of the gnoll’s balls still fouling my cell. In a moment of inspiration, I checked my shirt, finding plentiful, wet stains that smelled like him. I breathed deeply, picking apart the gnoll’s stench from my own. I felt myself nearing climax. For each puddle of fluid I found on the wall, floor, or myself, I could see another angle of the gnoll glazing my cell. Memory of his orgasm, and wallowing in its remains, was too much. My mind reeled, racing over the thick, animalistic cock that dominated my thoughts as I experienced the most profound orgasm of my life.

I came hard. Each contraction was paired with the memory of a thick rope of gnoll cum saturating my body, coating my cell, or coating my throat. I listened for the splattering sound of seed against stone, but heard only my own labored breathing. For as much as I shuddered and shook, cumming harder into my own hand than I had ever cum inside a woman, I could not match the virility of the gnoll. Curiously, I felt no shame. Something about my physical inferiority aroused me.

A haggard moan escaped my lips. My orgasm had peaked, and my thoughts turned to the gnoll’s eventual return, prolonging my descent. I had become excited by the prospect of being in his presence again, to feel his cum washing over me, filling me; and there was to be another… Finally, my pleasure subsided, and in a moment of clarity I felt pity for myself. I was captive to an overwhelming, bestial sexuality. My own desires warped by contact with the corrupting force of the gnoll’s.

Suddenly I heard footsteps approaching down the corridor. My pulse quickened and my erection grew harder. I started stroking myself again, unable to stop playing with my overstimulated cock, coasting from orgasm to fresh arousal, anticipating what was to come. Someone stood in the threshold, obstructing the faint light diffusing through the hall. I swallowed hard.

I listened as the pair sniffed the air, one of them laughed in their gnollish way. “You ready, meat?” I recognized the voice, it was him. Searching the blackness, I found his eyes floating in the dark, but I could not see the other gnoll’s, though I was sure I could hear him breathing. I continued scanning the room. I found them, incandescent green balls of light floating close to the ground, as if he was crouched in a low squat, staring directly into my loins. To this point, I had convinced myself that I was invisible in the dark. Only when I had caught the eyes of the second gnoll did I realize I had put my body on display; spreading my legs and pleasuring myself in front of them, covered in gnoll fluids.

There was grating sound as the door of my cell flung open. The ghostly lights of the gnolls’ eyes converged on the doorway. My sense of entrapment was replaced by paralyzing fear as they drew closer. I froze, awaiting their next move. My jaw clenched as I felt fur brushing against my skin.

My captor was the first to approach, grasping the arm I had been using to stroke myself and then the other. He held my wrists easily in one hand. I had become docile, offering no resistance to his manipulation as he raised my arms above my head, exposing me to his partner. To my surprise, the other gnoll stayed close to the ground as he approached, his eyes level with mine as I was on my knees against the wall. The gnoll restraining my arms leaned into me, unbuckling some fastening that filled the room with his scent. Then, the second gnoll’s nose touched the head of my cock, sniffing around my genitals like a dog. Fur and whiskers bristled against my skin.

Excitement swelled in my chest, spurred on by the new gnoll’s probing. As he explored my body, I listened to his breath – quick, shallow panting tinged with growing arousal. There was something different about him. He was more eager than the first gnoll, and more cautious. His nose came up to my neck, tasting my sweat with his tongue, which I thought peculiar. Then, suddenly, he mantled my body, standing over me, clawed hands braced against the wall, ensconcing me in warm fur.

The first gnoll let my hands go, and I understood his intent. I reached forward, searching for gnoll cock in front of my face, but collided with a furry wall. I traced the contours of its form. As my hands drift over the body before me, I did not find another gnoll, but something else. My heart sank as I tried to disprove my suspicion. But, the more I explored, the more clear it became. This “friend” was not another gnoll, but a worg. Nausea overcame me, my stomach turning as I encountered the final barrier of depravity I had yet to cross – reminding me of just how far I’d fallen.

As if sensing my hesitation, the worg shifted in front of me, claws clamoring up the wall to bring his genitals closer. I could smell the dampness of his fur, the dirt and smoke that suffused his pelt – much like the gnoll – and for a moment, I thought I could trick myself into believing that this was at least a two-legged creature. It was futile. As he drew near, the feral pong of a beast pervaded my senses, leaving little question as to the true nature of this creature.

“What wrong, meat? You break deal?” The gnoll said, frustration clear in his tone.

“No, no,” I replied quickly, my voice meek and trembling, “it’s just…” I stammered.

“Ah… yes, yes.” The gnoll mused. “I forget. Deal is for two. You right, meat.” He cackled.

Suddenly I was thrown to the ground, landing on my hands and knees. The gnoll held me by the nape of my neck, pressing me into the floor and yanking my pants further down to reveal my ass. I offered little more than a whimper in protest. Within seconds, I felt the paws of the worg sling over my shoulders as he mounted by back, claws scraping against my skin, turgid fur rubbing against my exposed rear. His breath filled my ears, his slavering maw dripping over me. The masturbatory fantasy I had constructed in the darkness of this cell crashed violently into a visceral reality. The gnoll let go of my neck. I lifted my head from the stone floor. I could smell his cock.

A slimy rod jabbed against my rear, searching for an entrance, my spine tingling. The worg’s grip tightened, pulling me into his hips. He was strong. Thin fluid beaded down my skin, smeared over my hole by the beast’s frantic search. He quickly found his mark, his cock slipping past my sphincter and claiming my anal virginity.

The worg thrust hard, burying himself as deep as he could. Immediately, he broke into a fast, violent pounding – pushing and pulling – racing toward the finish line. The speed and depth of penetration shocked me, a burning pain shooting through my core, I wasn’t sure I would be able to endure it. My back arched and I screamed into the darkness, gritting my teeth. My cries were silenced by the gnoll, who shoved his dick into my throat, thrusting into me with even greater lust than before.

The opposing forces of my partners’ cocks penetrating me – in synchronized counter action – conjured a feeling for which I had no name; it was exquisite. The ruthless fucking of the worg took on a new, strange character. Pain began to subside. My legs shook uncontrollably. Soon my whole body trembled as a profound pleasure welled up in my stomach, tension melting from my muscles as I sunk into a relaxed, pliable state. My screams had warped into moans, beleaguered humming around the gnoll in my mouth. I fell limp, completely under the power of my captors, allowing them to use my body as they saw fit. A familiar intoxication came over me, stronger and more narcotic than before.

I retreated into bliss. The sounds of my own moans grew distant within my skull. The entirety of my consciousness wrapped around the pulsing cocks inside me, opening my mind and body alike. For all the savage power and primal majesty of the gnoll, the worg put him to shame. He was huge, in every sense of the word. The worg’s hips thrust with the speed and vigor of a beast on the hunt, frantic and unrelenting. The way he gripped me, forcing me onto his cock, his arms anchored around me… I felt the singularity of his desire. It was a desire all men knew, reified by his swollen knot slamming against my hole, fucking pre-cum out of me.

Simultaneously, the gnoll filled my mouth, an emulsion of viscous fluids running down my chin. My only thought was of how to heighten my sense of intoxication. I wanted to take them deeper, to make them cum, let them fill me to the point of bursting. Even so, I couldn’t seem to will my muscles to move. It was as if I was paralyzed in a dream. My body moved and moaned, but I had no part in it. The darkness had melted us together. My nerves thrummed in harmony with my captors – orgasmic in and of itself – replete with pleasure.

The worg stopped. He pressed hard into my rear, my asshole straining against him. The gnoll stalled next, his knot pressing against my lips. A blend of fear and joy overcame me. It seemed impossible, but I wanted nothing more than to make good on our deal.

The pressure built and built. I felt them twitching inside me. The salty, sweet taste of the gnoll’s pre-cum grew bitter. Then, suddenly, the worg slipped in, his knot stretching my hole wide before locking in place. The alien sensation left me feeling full beyond capacity. Without even touching myself, without even being fully erect, I came. I groaned against the gnoll’s knot, begging him to fill me. Within a second, he did, my pleasure reaching its zenith.

I shuddered, my entire body trembling around the knots inside me. They came and came. Orgasmic contractions pulsed through my core. Once again, I could not breathe, but I relished the deprivation. Cum leaked from my cock like a sieve. I writhed and roiled in pleasure, my screams locked within me, building into ever greater throws of ecstasy. My mind shattered into fragments.

Deprived of sight and breath, reality became a dream. Surreal, inhuman pleasures coursed through me. Spitroast by my captors, I was suffused with their essence, my orgasm prolonged by their immense physicality. The fullness of their knots was divine. Each pulse, each errant twitch, reverberated through me. My consciousness waned, flickering like a candle in the wind. In my final flash of awareness, it was revealed to me that my prison was not one of iron, but of flesh, and I would never be free.

The next thing I knew, I was gasping. I coughed and sputtered. My sphincter contracted around the worg in my ass, a visceral reminder of where I was. I felt something hot against my face, recognizing the textured length of the gnoll resting on the bridge of my nose.

“You still alive?” The gnoll said breathlessly, satisfaction dripping from his fangs. “You good fuck, meat.” He laughed.

I wheezed. My throat was raw and my airways were clogged with cum. I had the intention of speaking, but making the attempt caused me to cough and spit uncontrollably. The worg to my rear whined in pleasure.

“Yes, deal… You right, fuck meat.” He cackled. “I let you go. You stay in kennel now.”

A sharp pain focused my mind, the worg tugged mercilessly against my hole. He braced himself, planting his rear paw on my ass, pushing his leg into me. After a second try, he popped free. The weight of his cock falling from my body, and his seed gushing out, left me feeling empty. I hung my head in exhaustion. My legs trembled. Really, the kennel didn’t sound so bad.