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"He's pretty eager, isn't he?"

Three fingers stroked against the polar bear's tongue, edging too close to this throat so that with every jab of those fattened tips he gagged. For as much as he resisted the urge to pull his head away and retch, Craig kept perfectly still, jaw dropped, tongue pressed out, tilted up to look at the boar that had his paw in his muzzle keeping it occupied, no matter what the fat swine did to him.

"Eager, but that's just another word for impatient..." It was him speaking now, the boar, the one who slid his fingers back further as his palm ground against the bear's tongue, pushing deeper into the back of his throat. Craig spluttered against the digits, squirming where he knelt on the floor as his throat heaved, coughing onto the boar's slick paw. He didn't remove himself however, instead keeping still until he had decided the choking ursine had had enough, slipping his paw free.

"Is he a new one you're training, Seb?" The boar's companion, a stout badger, licked his lips after taking a drag of beer. The bottle clunked against the bar as he set it down, "I saw you in here last week with a tiny little thing, what happened to him?"

"Found himself a master, finally," Sebastian answered, casting his gaze down from the badger to the bear, slapping the man's face with his wet paw. Bile and slime pasted Craig's face as he let the boar smack him, maintaining eye contact and keeping his mouth open, ready and waiting. "So now I get to play with a new toy."

The paw returned quickly, four fingers now, sliding back into the bear's muzzle and pushing down his maw. Craig had to open himself wider for the boar, leaning back as Sebastian went in hard. It was faster than he had expected, deeper too, and once again he found himself choking as soon as the boar had begun to slide his paw down the polar bear' throat. He gave no sympathy for the gut-wrenching heaves the male gave, the coughs suckling around his meaty fist as knuckles rapped at his teeth. This time there was no relief as Sebastian held his paw there, inching back before pressing forwards again, practically fucking the bear's throat with his paw as Craig struggled to not gag around him.

"So what's the plan for this one?" The badger piped up, peering through the boar's legs to see Craig shadowed under the bar stools, kneeling with his arms clasped behind his back. His eyes watered and smudged what little vision he had as the two men observed him writhing as Sebastian dared to push his paw even deeper.

"He came to me saying he'd been bicurious all his life and after divorcing his wife wanted to know what he was missing. He wanted to practice and master taking dick," Sebastian's other paw, one that had been holding a whiskey glass the last Craig had seen it, now slipped down to grasp the straggle of fur upon his head and lunged his paw into the male's already overfull maw, "But he's all teeth and no talent. Bitches when I so much as stick a finger up his ass." The badger hissed in commiseration to the boar, ruminating

"Their eyes are always so much bigger than their holes."

"It's fine, I like a challenge. This virgin here will be a champ by the time I'm done with him." Sebastian yanked his paw free from Craig's stretched muzzle, slapping him hard again in the face, bile streaked across his snout, "Isn't that right, boy? Gonna make daddy proud?"

"Yes sir!" Craig coughed, his voice scratchy as if his very vocal cords had been battered by the boar's fists.

"And what are you gonna let daddy do?" The boar continued to probe, wiping his thumb over the polar bear's tongue as he cupped his chin, "How far do you want daddy to train you?"

"I want daddy to open my holes for his fists," Craig drawled, sheepishly suckling on Sebastian's thumb as the words became garbled. He felt so earnest though, some deep itch finally being scratched that for so long had been soothed by some passive sense of sex with his wife. Nothing compared to this feeling, on his knees in front of two men who spoke about him as if he were a thing to be used, sometimes as if he weren't even there.

"See, eager, if a little green."

"You can soon fix that though, right?"

"Oh definitely."

Back in went the paw all too quickly. The palm slid along Craig's tongue, its roughness and damp leaving him with a taste of his own bile all over again. This time the thumb too was tucked in, having remained always upon the edges of the lip whenever Sebastian had thrust his fingers down the bear's throat, but now he was going all in. With an insistent weight behind his arm, he forced his fist down the kneeling male's maw. Naturally the anatomy would have never fully let the boar in, but that wasn't to say Craig would refuse him. He did his best, though his eyes watered at the very effort, but he opened wide his throat, relaxed his gullet, and pushed up to meet Sebastian's arm as the fist went deep.

It felt as if it had gone deeper than ever before. Maybe scraping at the vocal cords, maybe pushing past them, maybe eroding away whatever muscles lay within that would have kept such monstrous things out. Sebastian pushed hard on his fist, fingers and thumb curled into a duck's bill form, pointing deeper in the direction it so earnestly wanted to go. There was no sense of denying the boar, even as Craig found himself choking, his whole body beginning to convulse as the paw sought to go further than it should. The bear terrifyingly found his lips sink around the paw, enveloping it, finally admitting it was inside his maw, but he could both feel and struggle the fingers probing deeper. They pried and writhed at his neck, smothering his apple, and his body began to retch. It was a guttural, ugly sound, his form contorting as he fought against the natural instincts to dislodge what was in his throat, but that was not what Sebastian wanted. Therefore it was not what Craig wanted. Their agreement was that the boar would train all his holes, and this was just one, and so dutifully he remained where he was despite his body heaving around the fist, fresh bile and throat slime coughed up and erupting around Sebastian's paw in sickly bubbles that spat only upon Craig's own face. The bear must have looked a mess, but he stared up blearily through sticky eyes at the boar who kept his fist where it was, still with its weight, still waiting to be let further in. He didn't know how much more he could truly handle before he would throw up, but he was determined to meet that limit.

Resistance could only hold out for so long. Without thinking, Craig's arm reached out, his paw grasping at the boar's wrist as if to pull the fist from his throat, but still he fought to hold back. Even holding Sebastian's limb he could feel the muscle and power that riled beneath his hide and knew that even if he truly fought back it would take an all-out brawl to remove the pig. He could bite down, maybe, if he wanted, but even then with those fingers down his throat, knuckles pressing at the joint of his jaw and forcing his maw wide, would that even be possible?

"Don't fight me, boy," Sebastian grunted as Craig swore he felt the boar's fist slide just a fraction deeper, "That's it, let me in."

Still as much as he willed himself to relax, his choking would not abate. He gagged upon the paw as any person should with something forcibly pushing its way down their oesophagus that was simply much too large. Sebastian's paw was bulky, the bones grinding against flesh that had never been touched in such a way, and the bear gurgled all the same with stringy, thick slime that seemed to only slicken the meat of his fist to give it even better purchase inching its way deeper.

For a moment, in one brief glance in Sebastian's eyes, Craig truly wondered when he was going to stop. When would be enough? How deep was the boar going to go before he was satisfied? Would he ever stop at all? There seemed an almost primal defiance and cruel want behind the boar's gaze that chilled him to his core as he began to felt the push of Sebastian's knuckle of his thumb breach past the last barrier that would allow the fist full access. Pain was flaring anew as he reached his limit of physical capacity and in a terrifying instance he knew that this may never stop. He could feel the obscene bulge of his neck, his fingers sliding along the uncomfortable contorted shape of Sebastian's fist poking out his gullet, and his maw ached with such a deep, impossible pang that his skull felt numb. His choking was silenced only when he could no longer breathe, and empty heaving took over his body that tried to expel Sebastian in vain. Craig felt weak, and there was nothing he could do except look up at the boar and plead without words for relief.

"Good boy..."

Finally Sebastian, with great care, eased his paw free from the bear's throat. The moment Craig could breathe he hacked and coughed, the boar keeping his head perfectly still whilst he extricated every last finger from his slimy lips. He lingered a little on the tongue, making the last few thrusts of his paw into his maw, but eventually he wiped himself clean against the side of the bear's face wherever unspoilt fur still remained. Each breath felt like a scratch against his mouth, swallowing a wilful act that ached his throat, but beyond all else he just felt so longingly empty. As bile and slime drooled from his chin, uncaring for his looks anymore, Craig wanted nothing more than to throw back his maw wide and beg for Sebastian to fist his throat again. For as much as it hurt, for as much as it choked him, it felt so depravedly good...

"Man, he does show a lot of promise..."

"We'll see. He's only taken four fingers so far from the other end, but we're going to change that later." Sebastian downed the last of his drink, smacking his lips at the remaining dregs of alcohol, "I could really do with a piss, y'know."

The badger grinned, all too knowingly, as he took a sly swig of beer and leant back to watch the show,

"Why get up when you've got the perfect urinal right here?"

"It's like you read my mind."

Watersports was something Craig had never done before. He had never even considered it. But now his mind began to reel with all the possibilities. He had only agreed to become the boar's fisting toy, to let Sebastian open him up and loosen all his holes until he was the greediest bottom he could be. Maybe that meant an attitude adjustment of what it meant to be a 'bottom'. To be full, to accept, to submit... Already his mind conjured the taste of urine in his imagination, the sweaty stream of amber gold, its acidity upon the tongue, drunk down his abused throat, swilling in his gut until Sebastian's bladder was now Craig's stomach.

He didn't fight back when the boar fished his cock from his pants. He obediently tilted his head back and sealed his slimy mouth around its head when Sebastian pushed it between his lips. And he did as he was expected as the flood came, gulping in time to the boar's release as he drank deeply...