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Though he snarled and grunted in deep strain, the bear did nothing to stop the rat's fist sliding into him. Or rather that would be trying to slide into him. His ass, it seemed, had other plans in mind, much to the annoyance of the dominant rodent who was pressing hard at his hole. Four fingers had gone in without a sweat, but the thumb was proving too big an obstacle to a night of having his guts groped by his partner.

"Fuck..." Jack whistled quietly under his breath as, with a soft, sickeningly loud slurp, he pulled his paw free from the bear's upturned fat ass, "There's just no give. Be honest with me Randy, you think you can take it tonight?"

He was asking about his fist, about whether or not the bear could endure the exquisite, intense feeling of having his hole forced open around the rat's balled-up paw. It was never something he had ever craved before, something he'd never considered, but dating Jack had sent him tumbling down so many avenues normally shrouded from view that now it was an almost expected standard of their nights together.

Tonight however would not be one of those nights where his ass would be impaled by the rat's arm, as much as they tried - though much of the effort was blunted to the bear himself.

"No sir," he panted, head pressed into the leather padding he knelt upon. He could feel a cold sticky sweat burrowed under his fur from the exertion he'd suffered, his ass though not gaping still felt too wide to close fully, lips puffed and loose, as if begging for the fist to be returned. The film of lube still slathered his rump, dripping along his taint and sack before splattering to the leather pad of the workout bench he knelt upon. Furniture repurposed for Jack's devious imagination, Randy felt his knees and elbows stiflingly hot as they rubbed against the padding, but he was not to move, not unless the rat commanded it. They had been stretching his hole for so long now and though his joints ached he never once complained.

"You've been shirking training. Pity..." Jack didn't seem angry, though he had never once expressed true rage in all their time together. He was a man of balance. His tone, Randy knew, was one of quiet displeasure. If Randy was unable to perform, then Jack would rectify the balance in other ways. And as if on cue, "We'll have to work on one of your other holes then."

To an outside observer, that might have meant Jack face-fucking the bear's muzzle. But the rodent was one for obscure and insidious tastes, and the mouth was much too vanilla for the likes of him. Their relationship had always been coloured in the darkest shades, albeit willing and romantic. Another hole did not refer to oral sex. A shiver sunk its way down to Randy's gut as he picked himself up off the bench, stretching his sore limbs and casting a look back over one shoulder to look into his boyfriend's gaze. He was met only with firm indifference. There would be no negotiating out of this, especially given his current failure of opening up his ass.

Jack wiped his slimy paw against one of the bear's jiggling cheeks much to his embarrassment, but it was a drop in the ocean to the feel of ooze just drooling from his hole. Randy's cheeks were flush with the burn of humiliation, a man in his thirties, with a decent job and the presence of someone who did not give in so easily to anyone, was on his paws and knees, ass up in the air to a man half way through his twenties. He was wrapped around the rodent's finger, malleable in every possible sense.

Abruptly he felt a toy push at his ass. The feeling of familiar plug he knew all too well slide against his stretched lips and with barely a flinch he felt the bulb suck behind his rim, hole clenching upon its neck and suckling it as if it was where it belonged. It wasn't tremendously huge, but it filled his guts to the point where he couldn't simply ignore it.

"To remind you that your hole isn't yours, since apparently you need it." Jack announced, lifting himself to his footpaws. A finger jutted out and was jabbed in the direction of one wall, to the wooden beams that intersected one another in the shape of an 'x', "Stand by the cross."

Randy instinctively felt his body swallow around the plug, paw pressed under his swollen belly to his abdomen where the mass sat inside him. He had taken larger in the past, so it wasn't uncomfortable, just he couldn't drag his mind away from its presence. Obediently though he followed the rat's direction, rising from the bench and stretching out aching limbs, hobbling across the room to the wall. The cross had been one of the earliest additions to their fetish furniture, more because it had been the simplest to construct, and so Randy had many memories being splayed out for the rat's sadistic whim in its shackles. The leather wrist and ankle restraints, already dangling from their pegs at each point of the cross, were well worn and looked almost comfortable to the bear, who remembered distinctly the first day he had worn them, crisp and fresh, that had dug into his skin as the rat had punch-fucked his ass for the first time.

He waited there, turning to watch his mate pick up a leather satchel in one paw, and an assortment of bottles in the other. One was disinfectant, another was lube. What remained in the pouch Randy couldn't tell, Jack had so many tools of torment he had lost track of which were kept where. The chubby rat strode back towards the bear, squaring up to him and placing his goodies to one side,

"Back to the cross, boy," there was a smile on his face, and whilst it wasn't insincere it wasn't kind either. It was something knowing, something lecherous. The bear followed the command, and without further prompt he spread his legs wide and lifted his arms into the air to mimic the cross behind him. Paws darted out and gently held the wrists firmly to the polished wood, the clink of metal and the tight creak of leather as Randy's arms were bound. Then Jack stooped, squatting down to his legs and doing the same with his ankles, until the last one was done and the bear stood, immobilised and secured to the wall, belly bloated and pushed out almost obscenely, thick to the rat's touch who idly molested Randy's muscled, albeit fattened, build.

Fingers slid through the coarse fur of his pelt, meshing through the thicker trail that carried down to his crotch, until Jack's grip ensnared the bear's cock. He had softened considerably from the failed fisting, but as Jack took advantage of the leftover lube on his paws and his own natural pre, he soon goaded Randy back to full mast. He slid his paw over every inch carefully, leisurely taking his time to coax out the mammoth cock that his partner had been blessed with, the hardened length soon beginning to press up and push out from under his muscled gut.

"So here's how this is going to work," Jack announced, "Since you can't give me your asshole, then I'm gonna take the other end." As if to punctuate his statement, Randy felt claws dig into his tender meat, the very pinpricks threatening to puncture in sharp, dangerous pain, "I'm going to sound you until I'm satisfied, and you're going to take all eleven rods up your cock, understand? All of them."

"Yes sir."

"Good boy."

First came the disinfectant. A bland chemical tinge filled the air as Jack made sure to properly and thoroughly clean the head of Randy's member. There was no sting of rubbing alcohol, but it left him fidgeting in the straps as Jack went about his work. Once clean, next came to unveil the assortment of sounds he had for Randy, and as he unzipped the case a chill overcame him as the reality began to set in. A row of glinting, stainless steel sounds lined parallel to one another against plush velvet purple lining. Ten in total, each bigger than the last, from the smallest seeming much too thick to even earn the rank 'small', whilst the largest of them all could have passed for an obscure metal dildo it had such a frightening girth.

These were new. Randy had not seen them before and he watched as Jack plucked the first sound out, lube bottle in his other paw, and doused the metal in generous helpings of clear ooze. It seemed like such a huge starting point to be beginning from, but Randy was no stranger to the rat's eclectic tastes. This would not be the first time he had been penetrated in his most intimate anatomy...

One paw held his cock in place, upright and its head staring up at them both, as Jack lowered the sound between them. Its tip pressed against its eye and pushed, the pliant flesh yielding smoothly to the hard metal. It sunk its way inside of him, the rod travelling down his urethra and filling out his inner plumbing, making the bear stand on just his tiptoes as his system became assaulted by the alien sensation.

It was so deeply acute, caught somewhere between a dangerous precipice of pain and pleasure where it could be a constant fight to not slip into the former, but forever there was always just a fraction of the latter no matter how excruciating. Randy threw his head back and ground it against the wall, a strangled growl caught in his throat as Jack toyed with the sound, sliding it in to its deepest point and dragging it back and forth, fucking his cock with the metal. He could feel it churning away inside, deep in his abdomen, and he was unable to resist its sensations as he strained against the bindings.

"That's one."

What followed was a cruel, meticulous scaling through the various sizes of sounds. The second was perhaps as thick as a finger, and as soon as the first had been withdrawn with a sicking slurp of lube, the replacement was slid inside without so much as a second thought. Randy panted hard as he felt his once tight cock begin to open and loosen around the invading steel, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth as he fought back the threatening urge to buck his hips into Jack's waiting paws. The rodent, meanwhile, was clearly enjoying himself as the paw not working the sound into the bear's cock sought out his body, groping along the curves of his torso and tweaking at his fattened nipples.

Jack had done so much to the bear over the years they'd been together. Like many things, it had started gradually, in small steps, until somewhere down the line Randy had turned around and suddenly noticed how deep he was in. By then, it was too late. He was smitten by the rat, intoxicated in his way of sex, and any moment with him was effortless and carefree. Just like in moments like right then and there, satisfying Jack's wants gave him an instinctual, overwhelming warmth that nothing could compare to. Even if it meant getting his cock impaled by metal rods or taking his fists up his ass.

"That's two."

Three had him stretching even further. Four made his balls twitch and his whole body tense up as Jack mercilessly slid the sound inside him. He had barely a chance to adjust when they switched to five, and again when six came. By now they were relentlessly thick. Each sound seemed to have its own weight that made Randy's gut lurch as it felt them inside, acting as a spine to his otherwise boneless boner. Deep they'd go, wider he would be, until soon his piss slit was just a gaping, drooling hole as much as his ass should have been. This was Jack's punishment, a correction to the balance; if he couldn't have his ass he would have his dick instead.

Seven was difficult. Seven nearly had Randy howling as it was forced inside, his hard cock stretched to its maximum as it struggled to accommodate the rod. His breathing was laboured and he hung from his bindings as if he were a man left to suffer, though really there was perhaps no difference. Jack would keep him confused between whether he liked what was being done to him, or if it hurt, and even when he would cuddle the bear close and tell him how proud he was for enduring his nightly torment, he still wouldn't know the answer.

He never would really.

When the seventh sound was removed, Randy could feel just how stretched he was. His cock, though once hard, now seemed to almost droop from losing its solidity, and there was a deep sensation of not quite needing to urinate, but just that his body was full of churned fluids that slathered his insides. Eight came with some force, but with a little gentle twisting and some firm pushes, Randy's cock accepted the rod. His lips pursed around the metal and clear, frothy lube squelched around its sides. It took little time for Jack to move to nine, and once that sound was pushed deep inside him, it came time for the tenth. The biggest of them all, akin only to some of the smaller toys Randy had first enjoyed during the honeymoon phase of their relationship when sex came every night with passion and an equal playing field. Jack held it up for him to see this time, he wanted Randy to know what was going inside of him, and he waved the thick metal before his muzzle which hung just over his chest,

"This is ten." The rat stroked over Randy's length with the ninth sound still impaled, teasing his already sensitive flesh, "You ready boy?"

It was a moot point. He was always ready for Jack, but he nodded his head numbly all the same. Submission with consent.

"Good boy."

The ninth sound was finally removed carefully, leaving behind the cock yawning wide for the tenth final sound. Randy gritted his teeth again, jaw clenched, as he felt the blunted tip of the fat metal press at his spongy head. There was some resistance, but lube and persistence eroded anything away that might have denied Jack what he wanted. The rat licked his lips as, gingerly, the sound burst inside, a sudden surge of an inch that felt gigantic to Randy who drowned the snarl in his lungs. He felt all too full and much too stretched, his cock feeling as if this might be some kind of orgasm but most assuredly nowhere near the sensation. It was a fractured feeling of too many things all at once, and it only intensified the deeper Jack went, paw guiding the rigid metal down Randy's swollen length, fingertips brushing against the underside where it bulged, until he had sunk every inch he could down into the bear's manhood.

He held it there, stroking the bear's cock, and his own for that matter, getting off on the image of the bear so utterly stretched and beaten under his control,

"How's it feel?"

"Full sir..." he wheezed, "Too full..."

"Too bad," Jack began dragging the last sound back out, every inch colossal to Randy who thrashed against the cross, "You've not taken the last one yet."

The sound removed, Jack tossed it with the others against the case, all smeared with lube and thoroughly used. Randy had only a moment to catch his breath, hissing between gasps of air,

"What do you mean? There's no more..."

"No more sounds, sure," Jack drizzled lube along his own length, paw gliding through the glistening fluid, "But I said rods, not sounds. All eleven. All."

Even if he felt he had the energy to protest, Randy knew there was nothing he could do as the rat lined up their lengths with one another, tip kissing tip. The bear watched, wide eyed, as the slender head of the rodent's poked and prodded at his stretch piss slit, and he grunted in a mixture between shock and intensity as Jack eased himself inside the bear's cock. It was a monstrosity of his anatomy, something feasibly so impossible yet it was happening to him right there. He squirmed, wanting to fight the feeling, but Jack kept their dicks lined together and just let himself be carried forwards, edging further and further inside as Randy's cock enveloped his. His view was somewhat obscured by his stomach, but what the bear could see he couldn't help but gawk at as Jack slid in right until Randy's head smothered against his crotch, nestled atop his balls.

"Good fucking boy," he smiled, leaning forwards and stealing a deep kiss with the bear, "I knew you could do it."

"Th-thank you s-sir..." His teeth clattered and were it not for the tongue pushing down his throat, Randy wasn't sure what he might have said, as a wave of strange, complicated feelings burned in his gut as Jack began to fuck him. His length slid through Randy's, gliding almost effortlessly through the obscenely bloated flesh, one paw of the rodent's wrapped around their combined girth to stroke them off as he fucked the bear.

Their bodies pressed together, Jack smothered against the bear, pinning him to the wall bound as he already was and thrusting his hips more confidently. His strokes became bolder, deeper, harder, as the bear gave in and took the rodent's member within his own. In some bizarre sense it began to even feel good, to feel his cock swarming around another pushing into him, the warm heat, the slickness, and the writhing friction of flesh against flesh. His moans turned from pain to pained pleasure, teetering on that edge where he couldn't fully decide whether he wanted more or not. But Jack kept up his tempo, sucking at the bear's neck as he lazily humped into the bear's cock, grunting and groaning into his chest muttering about how soft his member felt or how good it was to finally have another hole to fuck. With a plug in his hole, a cock down his own length, and bound to the wall, Randy felt his mind retreat into the moment and absorb every sensation he could. How loose his ass and cock felt, yet how full they actually were, the heat of his mate pressing against his chest, nuzzling his gut, knowing that this was what he really wanted, no matter the consequences of it all.

Jack took his time, he eased off, sped up, went harder or slower and it didn't make a lick of difference to the bear. No matter how close he wanted to be to orgasm there was no way his body could muster it, try as he might. Something reflexive in his mind forbade him, as if it knew something was obscene about the act and that this wasn't something to be relished, but relish it he did. Pre oozed from his drooling piss slit and only made Jack's ride all the smoother, like fucking against satin or silk, just gliding away forcing his inches into Randy's own. He was riding him from tip to balls, slamming his hips hard against the bear's as he fucked his cock.

Teeth chewed at the bear's nape, rasping breaths from the rodent matching to Randy's own beleaguered lungs,

"You want my load in you?" Jack asked, as his paw seemed to work more furiously against their thickness. Randy mutely nodded, voice cracking into a moan the moment he tried to speak. The question was merely a formality, some courtesy left over from the days where they might have been equals, but they both knew the rat could get whatever he wanted from his mate so long as he was subtle about it. Breeding his bear's cock was going to be inevitable anyway, and Jack's pants became quicker and thrusts more erratic, grinding away until he gasped aloud, hot moans pushed into the bear's shoulder as he came.

Randy felt the seed gush into him, it forced its way back up his plumbing, finding whatever route it could and diving deeper than the rat's cock ever could. He bellowed at the torrent, so unused to the feeling of cum travelling backwards through his body, especially not his own, but it was something so excruciatingly euphoric, a feeling only akin to the same sensation of relief when urinating. Only this time the fluids were going in, and still they came, his body almost drinking up every jet of rat cum until there was no left to take. So the dregs leaked into the main body of his cock, the rest of him plugged full of seed, and they stayed there, Jack leaning against Randy, both just coming down from the intense high of orgasm, vicariously as it might have been for the bear.

"I love you, Randy."

"Love you too..."

Jack pulled back his softening length, grinning as he saw the carnage he had wrought, fresh cum splattering to the floor as it slopped from Randy's gaping dick. In the bear's mind, he wondered whether he had rather the rat had just fisted him instead know, as he saw that devious, sadistic glint in his mate's eyes that told him this was going to become another one of their regular routines.