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"Come on, you can do it," the stallion coaxed as he squatted over the bear's upturned face, perhaps only a quarter of his mammoth endowment humping into his maw, "Open up your throat baby, Jack's told me all about what you can do with that pretty mouth of yours."

In his current position, there was no means of denying the horse what he wanted. Randy trembled with feverish anticipation as he willed himself to relax as best he could, blood swimming in his head and throbbing just against his temple as, upside down, the sight of the stallion's ample balls swung so tantalisingly far away, pegged just behind nearly two foot of cock. The swollen shaft that pressed into his mouth already felt like too much for him to handle, but many a night had been spent with Jack and his assortment of toys to prepare him for just such a male. His other hole currently clenched down around the wrist of his boyfriend's paw, the rodent snickering at the bear's predicament as the paw slid through his guts with hungry fingers groping along his inner walls.

"He's taken bigger than you, for sure," Jack taunted as he sat idly on the bed, nestled between the bear's legs with his paws working under the male's rump. If anything, he was more bserving the scene unfold as their guest leaned himself over the bound bear, paws balanced against the male's tied limbs, easing himself forward ever slowly as his throat buckled.

"Bigger than me?" The stallion was incredulous. Horses and their egos... Jack snorted.

"Dildos bigger than you," his eyes rolled as he scooted himself forward for a better look at Randy's head, eyes glinting sadistically as he traced the bulging swell where the horse's cock head must surely be, "I don't think anybody could be as big as you, Bryce."

Though it was said with dripping sarcasm, the stallion just chuffed without the need to rebuff the rat. His hips continued to buck and thrust at the bear's throat, Randy struggling to adjust to the size as he did his best to take the horse. But in just a single moment, at just the right angle and with enough relaxation, Bryce slid inside. A surge of meat pushed into the bear's gullet with the sudden slack, and obscenely his neck bloated out as the male's cock travelled down. Bryce sighed contentedly, levering himself forward more with the extra give, as inch after inch of his thick flesh slid into the bear's throat.

"That's it, good boy," Jack cooed as Randy gagged around the fattened length, his body forced into something it was not designed to do. His reflex had been tough to work past, his instincts determined to refuse unlearning the impulse, but he had learnt at the very least to control it and minimise its impact. Mind over matter, as painfully difficult as it was, but Randy assured himself he wasn't choking, and breathed as best he could around the horse's shaft as it descended into his body. It wrought like an iron rod, a solid slab of mass that carved its way deeper, unlike most of the toys Jack had used on the bear in their private training which offered a little give this way or that. But Bryce was flesh and blood, a virile male with a mind of his own, and he was not Jack. Undoubtedly he had a dominant streak but Randy wasn't sure if he had the same control and understanding that his boyfriend had. He trusted the rodent though, utterly and completely as he allowed his throat to be tunnelled into the stallion's personal living cock sleeve.

"Fuck, you were right. Bitch has got tonnes of room." Randy writhed on the bed as the stallion worked his way fully to the hilt in the bear's throat, just edging forwards with a restrained force that pushed steadily into him. Already Bryce was deeper than most toys would have gone, he could feel him sliding down his chest, uncomfortably grinding its way down towards his gut. It was such a grotesque sensation, so alien and wrong on an instinctual level, but like an obedient slave he surrendered to the horse's shaft as it impaled him.

"Take your time, he's not going anywhere," the rat, pulling his greased paws from the bear's stretched hole, stroked over his exposed cock, lifting up Randy's rock hard shaft to toy with the bound male. The bear squirmed as sensation brushed over his sensitive flesh, his erection throbbing painfully as it engorged itself around the obscenely large metal sound slid down deep inside. Much like the horse's member driving itself into his body, so too did the Prince Albert's wand that Jack insisted the bear wear on a permanent basis. It was still early days, and Randy consistently found himself interrupted by the disquieting sensation of metal protruding through his plumbing. Worse yet, he hadn't quite shaken the awkward, unannounced boners it brought on whenever he was out in public as he realised how thick and deep it went. But then Jack only savoured the sight of an ashamed and humiliated bear as he struggled to keep himself calm and casual when out and about despite being plugged in both his cock and ass...

"Maybe we can meet in the middle?" Bryce had a devious snicker to his voice as he played third wheel to the kinky couple's scene. For a second, Randy was confused as to what the horse was referring to, but his focus was brought to the rodent's fist pressing into his guts, sliding so effortless past his rim as grease oozed between their bodies. He panicked, so deathly afraid the rat might just turn round and give the go ahead for the monstrously long horse cock to begin diving deep until Jack could jack it off from the other end. Anatomically impossible, sure, but Randy was in no logical state of mind as he struggled to breathe around the stallion's meat.

"Not today," Jack calmly stated, as he idly played with the bear's hole, rotating at the wrist so that his paw twisted this way and that, "but definitely another time." He withdraw his fist, casually yanking it from Randy's ass with a fantastically gruesome slop. Gripping the bed sheets for dear life, Randy swore he almost felt his guts spill out with the rat's paw. He felt so utterly loose, and now so completely empty, and he needed to feel something else other than the shaft currently sitting in his throat refusing to move. He needed that comfort he had come to crave, the sensation of being full and content, knowing it was what he was good for, his hole always ready and willing.

Perhaps Jack read the bear's mind, or maybe he was simply attuned to his mate's thoughts, as no sooner had the fist torn free was it replaced with a plug. Thick, long, and heavy, it had all the markings of the ideal toy. Randy was overcome with relief as his body greedily ate it up as it was slid into his hole, the thin neck suckling closed at the base to keep it snug inside. Jack patted the base, letting every inch settle inside his bear, before cleaning his black gloved paws of any leftover fisting lube.

"Besides, I have a much better idea."

The rat left his place from the bear's upturned rump and tapped his ankles to let him know he could relax. Even though his guts were now filled with the solid mass of the plug, he let his legs drop onto the bed with relief. Though he was used to the pose, it was still a strain on his abdomen, and it was one less thing to worry about given his situation.

"Been in this bitch for a good minute now and he's still not fighting me." Bryce's paw stroked against the bear's nape where the swell of his cock protruded through, feeling up his own length inside Randy's body. He squirmed at the idea of the stallion getting it into his head that this was easy for the bear, but he realised this was not going to be the last time Jack would invite the horse round. Ever hole of his was being trained and his throat was no exception. If it wasn't easy now, it would be sooner or later when it became second nature to Randy.

The thought of that alone made his cock pulse.

"Well let's push some limits then," the rodent announced he returned from the bedside, holding in his paw an alcohol wipe, a bottle of standard lube, and an all too familiar leather satchel. "If it's so easy for him."

Bryce didn't need any further persuasion. Before the rat had even finished, Randy felt his gut want to regurgitate as the immense shaft inside him began to pull back. Pitifully he moaned - or moaned as much as many could with two feet of horse cock inside them - while he felt inch after inch begin to slide free from his body. His view, staring into the male's fat balls, did nothing to hide the black and pink flesh of his dick as it came into view. Veins and mottles, every detail, seemed so hyperaware to the bear as it retreated from within him. He had to force away the instinct of his body not to just cough, splutter, and throw up the rest of the horse's monster as the inches became less and less, until Randy swore there could have only been maybe two or three left to go. He desperately wanted them out so that he could breathe easily again, as he sucked hard, rasping breaths through his nostrils while he could, each inhale wild and erratic and remained impaled by the last portion.

But Jack had chosen well. Of all the friends they had, of all of those who had made a request to use the bear how they saw fit, the stallion was perhaps the most like Jack. He was kind, but there was a hardness beneath that veneer that Randy could immediately recognise. An assurance of authority with the modicum of control handed over by the rat. It just bared its teeth and did exactly what it wanted, much like how Jack had on their first nights together. He once again clung to the bed as if letting go would hoist him upon the stallion's length while the member was slid back into him. Fiercely he resisted every urge and impulse in him to fight back, surrendering his throat to the invading cock. He felt the flare pop past where the curve of his throat ought to have been, a sickly sound of flesh slapping past flesh, his gullet making some truly inhuman noises of gurgles and glugs. Every inch was again a struggle, no easier the second time around as it had been the first, but there was momentum now. No sooner had Bryce laid his balls against the bear's muzzle at his deepest was he already pulling back, slowly but surely beginning to fuck his face as if it were nothing more than a glorified breathing cock sleeve.

Again, his cock couldn't help but throb harder as the reality sunk in.

As if the lusting thoughts in his head drew the attention of his mate, he felt a gloved paw wrap around his shaft. The black latex felt sticky upon contact, but lube and pre soon worked away the dryness. Randy could feel liberal amounts sliding down his length, a river being poured directly atop his cock head by the rodent. Immediately his attention honed in on the feeling, despite every attempted distraction of the stallion sliding through his gullet. There was the sound of a zip, a soft clatter of metal, and then an uncomfortable quiet punctuated only by the sickly squelches of horse cock grinding through the bear's maw. Then fingers picked at his member, parts unscrewed from one another until the wand was dismantled into two parts. The first was pulled from the tunnelled piercing on the underside of his cock head, where typically his Prince Albert would have hung from within his body, while the second portion was withdrawn from deep down in his abdomen. Inch after inch of the wand was pulled from him, like a worm that had dug down so far into him that it seemed almost endless. The sensation of its exit had him curling his toes, fighting back against an urge to just let loose his load there and then as tingles ran all along his spine. Once it slipped free, Jack discarded it without a second thought, and Randy could feel his cock gaping open from hours spent filled with the instrument. But now that he was empty, feeling uncomfortable hollow inside, it could only mean one thing. Frozen to the bed, he could feel what was coming in the very fibres of his being before he felt the first cold tip of new metal slip against his member.

Jack steadied the bear's cock in one paw while the other held the brutally long and cruelly thick sound between thumb and forefinger. Smooth stainless steel with just a hint of an angle at either end was smeared through the beads of lube atop Randy's dick, all but seconds before Jack sought the tiny hole that led deeper into the male's inner anatomy. Except tiny was the wrong word for Randy. For other males, it would be perfectly acceptable, but the bear had been worn down and worked relentlessly until his body was the perfect receptacle for the rat, whereby on Jack's every whim an orifice could be filled deep. Randy could feel the sound posed at his urethra, and he writhed feeling the very tip prod and poke into him. Normally they would work up through the sizes, gradually one by one getting him used to larger and larger rods, but Jack held in his paw one that was impossibly thick, typically reserved for the end of the night as opposed to the beginning.

"Fuckin' hell!" Bryce exclaimed as he finally saw what the rodent was up to, "There's no way he's gonna take that."

"Oh this is nothing," the rat said, his tone laced with a devious smugness that only he and Randy could understand. But Randy didn't share his eagerness quite so much, though trapped beneath the horse's weight and stuck between the two males, there was nothing he could do except submit.

There was a tight pressure as Jack fed the end of the sound into the bear's manhood. The sheer size posed a real challenge even with Randy's experience. But the rat's persistence was stronger, and with a little force it popped inside. The bear convulsed as it speared into him, though his body was thrown only into the thrust of the oncoming stallion, and behind the cock in his throat he gave a strangled howl. Hard metal slid into the bear's member without a moment's pause, his length swallowing the rod until only the tip remained like a steel pearl atop his shaft. The underside of his cock bulged obscenely as it accommodated the sound, his erection rock hard as it suckled around the thick tool. His eyes were clenched so tightly shut that he thought he might pass out, his breaths far and few between thanks to the cock that plunged in and out of his throat. It left him weightless on the bed, ebbing from one state of being to another but never resting for long. Pain, pleasure, discomfort, fear, anxiety, anticipation, apprehension, need, and on and on until his brain was addled and conflicted.

"Holy shit..."

It was Bryce, his thrusts slowing as he became distracted by the freak show before him. Jack happily continued once he grew bored of masturbating the bear's length with the thick sound inside him. It was removed, and he immediately sought out its replacement. Randy, lost in a sea of sensation, thought this might be the next sound up, but there wasn't any one bigger. There could only have been something larger than that and that would have been...

He felt the dildo's head press against his own. It was a cheap model, barely no bigger than the average male, and made from flexible clear gel. Bright purple and transparent, as it med the dark red flesh of his cock it squeezed and probed at his entrance before once again Jack held his erection steady. Little force seemed to be necessary as, with another lurching, sickening slop, the dildo entered him. It was no longer than the sound itself, if not shorter, but its thickness proved difficult for Randy to adjust to so quickly. Its soft, pliable body though at least eased its passage, even if it felt like it was stretching the bear from the inside out.

From over him, the stallion had slowed to a crawl as he watched mesmerised at the couple's impossible act,

"Dude..." he drawled, his voice caught between amazement and revulsion, "doesn't that hurt?"

"A couple of months ago, maybe, but he's durable." The dildo was bottomed out in the bear's length, to bouncing balls resting just outside his head as the weight of the toy waggled inside him. He could hardly concentrate, mouth sucking around the dick in his throat, cock sucking around the toy inside itself, all the while his body fought to make sense of either penetration. It was so utterly wrong to his senses, holes being filled thought should not be filled, and yet obediently he allowed them to be taken and abused by the two men. A heat stewed inside of him that he fought back against, the overstimulation driving him wild as beading sweat pricked at his skin.

"You think..." Bryce stammered, smacking his lips like a hungry feral dog eying up something tasty, "Do you think maybe I could...?"

To Randy, the implied request was outlandishly wrong. There was no way he would ever agree to it, but just as the protest willed its way out of his stuffed throat, Jack spoke for him first,

"Absolutely, I'll get him stretched enough for you." The dildo was worked free, his cock rejecting the toy as it was withdrawn from inside him. It popped free with a torrent of lube and pre, backed up within him, and now his cock sagged and hung open like a maw, waiting to be filled again, refusing to even close anymore. "But until then, it's my hole to fuck."

He held the bear's length in one paw as he sidled between his legs, forcing them apart as he took up position at Randy's crotch. The gaping head was lifted to meet Jack's own, slick flesh sliding against one another as he manoeuvred them both into position. But as his tip slipped inside Randy's, that was all it took for him to slide his shaft into the bear's. Randy groaned, deep and guttural, as is mate entered his body, his cock struggling to stretch around the rat's member, but stretch it did. Like so many times before, his manhood was forced open for another male to enter and fuck, Jack sliding deeper and deeper into his anatomy until he was hilted down Randy's shaft. He held his cock like a sleeve, turning the male into nothing but a thing to be fucked between the two males, as Bryce grunted in astonishment at what was unfolding before him.

"Fucking hell."

It was all the horse ever muttered before continuing to fuck the bear's throat, ignoring the weak moans of resistance that now stirred from the overworked male. Jack matched his thrusts, intentionally or not as one pushed in, the other slid out, until a rhythm was born between the two of them that left the bear fighting for strength. The heat in his stomach now seared his guts, and it begged release. But there was no stimulation that proved wholly pleasurable for him, nothing but the sheer thought of pleasing the two men as they abused him spurred him on. He wanted to be good for them, to accept whatever Jack laid upon him, and this was what the rodent was asking right now. Take it from both ends at the same time, filled in such unnatural ways, and to enjoy it.

Desperately he squirmed as he realised he could no longer hold back. Jack had only just gotten started, grinding his length hard into the bear's semi-hard cock, but the bear panicked as his paws flapped at his sides. Nothing in the way of a safety signal, but the fear caught the rat's attention, earning him nothing but a smirk and a cold command,

"You can cum if you feel you're going to," he said, stroking the outside of the bear's meat as he fucked the inside.

That was all Randy need to let loose, as his balls pathetically tried to pump his seed past the invading cock inside him. Little happened except for the spurting dribbles of cum that leaked around Jack's dick, spilling against his groin as he continued to roughly fuck him. It was not a pleasant climax, just a release without the relief, and with little else to concentrate on, he was left with the uncomfortable invasion of meat down his throat and in his cock. Neither of them had paused, neither had pulled out, they carried on, as if nothing had ever happened.

"...but that doesn't mean we're going to stop."