SNEK ATTACK - All Parts


Torus glanced left, and right. The lobby of the Fuzzy Pomelo Resort's grand foyer was empty. The receptionist was guiding the most recent patron into the labyrinthine halls of the spa, leaving the large circular glass terrarium in the center of the entrance completely unguarded. He snuck closer, moving to the sleek seam in the back of the glass, the small silver vertical light the only indication of it. The terrarium was mostly dominated by a single mangrove tree, its seeking roots pressed up against the edges of the glass, the tree reaching up towards the bright lights overhead. Taika was curled lazily up and around the trunk of that mangrove, the vivid orange and black striped python loosely draped between multiple branches. The end of Taika's tail tip swam lazily through the air, twitching occasionally, as the serpent soaked up the warm light from the infrared bulbs up above. 


The lion that crouched on the other side of the glass brushed his hands through his thick burgundy mane, pushing it back behind his shoulders, and then tapped on the glass. The snake didn't move. Torus knew that the serpent was awake, that sunning put him into a napping state, not a sleeping state, and that the snake was just being a bit ornery. He tapped again, and then swung the door open. 


"Come on, ya big baby, I have a nice plump pair coming in, with your name on it." Torus said. The air inside the terrarium was moist and earthy, with that bitter, tangy reptile scent that made the lion's nostrils itch. 


Taika, the diva, opened its eyes and stared at him. Torus held out his arm, his hand a fist, offering for the snake to curl up and over it. 


"Uppies. Snackies," the lion insisted. Taika merely yawned. The ember-red snake maw opened, revealing a slick, soft, drooly pink maw. Two fangs unfolded from inside the snake's maw, as he showed off the gleaming, hollow weapons casually to the big reddish handler.


"Really?" Torus grumbled. "Are you still mad at me? Come on, I'm sorry about last time. I had no idea the guy was gonna be a roid head. His balls were pretty small, and.. I should have had a backup ready, to make it worth your while. But! That's the past... and just wait until you see these next ones."


Taika regarded him, aloofly. Was that a hint of disdain? Can snakes be disdainful?  Torus sighed.


"Seriously, these ones are huge." Torus pushed his fists together, holding them out for the snake to peruse. "Not just huge, they're dense. Solid. They'll sit in your belly for days. Doesn't that sound nice, two big nuts in your belly?"


 Taika wasn't impressed, but Torus could see their gaze flicker down to his fists, appraising them, then lazily looking back up to him. Well, that was something, at least.


"I bet it does. And they're dog balls too. Actually, I think they might be wolf balls. Those are your favorite, aren't they?" 


Taika's long, red tongue slithered out of his mouth, flipping through the air in a sulking raspberry. 


"Come on, Taika. They'll be here any moment, and we have to look like we're professional," Torus said. "What do I have to do to get you to trust me? I got a nice, big fat sack for you, just waiting for you to gobble it up." 

Taika raised an eyebrow. Or, at least, Taika looked like they wanted to raise an eyebrow. The snake unfurled, sliding along the branch and lowering itself, regarding Torus appraisingly. 


Despite the snake being at least thirty feet long, Torus was not at all concerned. Yes, the snake could hurt him, could bite or strangle or crush, but this particular species of tiger python was highly regarded as almost entirely safe. In fact, there was only one thing that this particular subspecies ate, and any attacks that this kind of snake had committed was purely to gain access to that food source: Balls. Taika subsisted on testicles, and only testicles. Mostly, the snake was fed locally harvested, farm-raised testicles, but Torus had made it his mission to enrich the big snake (and his own wallet) with a supply of willingly donated (more or less) balls. The tricky part of doing that was convincing a massive snake to willingly let you drag him away from his precious heat lamps. Torus sighed. He was gonna need to bring out the big guns.


"I know what you want. You need me to sweeten the pot, don't you?  A little enticement? Something to get us back on the same page?" Torus reached down, glancing around to make sure nobody was coming in through the front door, and unzipping the front of his black nylon uniform pants. He pulled the flaps apart and pushed down with his palm, pushing his slacks down halfway over his buttocks. He was wearing a black polyester jock, and the garment bulged enticingly with the hybrid's heavy meat. 


Taika's tongue slithered into the air, this time with interest. Torus's dick was mashed up into the front of his jock, the size of his big white furry balls taking up the entire space of the well stretched jock. 


"Yeah, you like that, don't you. That's got your interest. It's been, what, two days since you were given a batch of balls to snack on?" Torus stroked his fingers along the underside of his jock, lifting the huge eggs up, squeezing them gently together and offering them to the snake. "I could give ya one. Doesn't that sound nice? A big, fat, meaty tigon testicle? No, not both... I can see you sizing them up. JUST one."




Taika approached, slithering through the air and approaching his cohort. Torus' fingers idly scrunched and curled up against the meaty bulk of his balls. They were feeling full, heavy. He knew that the serpent could gobble both of his grapefruit sized nuts, easily, painlessly, and so quickly that he might not even notice what was happening. He watched the snake, and slowly curled one palm up over his left nut, curling the other underneath the right, to better showcase that one egg.


"Yeah, I know you want these, I've seen you eyeing them up, everytime I take you out. Waiting for the moment to grab 'em. Well you don't have to 'steal' mine, i'm going to give you one... but only if you promise to behave today. I-"


But Taika had already accepted the terms as offered. The serpent's mouth opened, the fangs bared once more, and he lunged forward. Torus swore; he had seen the snake attack like this before, and the sight of the big, thick, hollow fangs arcing towards his prized testicles made him want to bolt away. He didn't, though - he trusted the snake. He had only offered one testicle, and that was what Taika would take.


The fangs struck, sank deeply into the meat of the tiger-lion hybrid's right testicle. It stung, the lion-tiger's breath hissing out between his fangs as the hollow tubes plunged into his flesh.  They were wider than chopsticks, but not as wide as Torus' pinkie, and they were immediately and fully embedded in the offered snack. Taika looked up at him, a mixture of wariness and worry in the snake's eyes. Torus could wrench Taika away from himself, if the pain from the bite was too much. It did hurt more than he had expected. The feline winced, eyes scrunched closed, and gave a brief gesture to the snake. Continue.


Torus could feel the solid, smooth, tapering enamel of the snake's fangs, jutting into his meat. Two solid, unyielding nails, stabbed deeply into the core of his masculinity, but after the immediate pain of them being thrust down through his tender egg, there was only the dull throb of his heartbeat, pulsing through the pressurized flesh. 


"Dammit, you are savage, aren't you?" Torus muttered. The fangs must be reaching the core, the very tip of those two fangs itching as they rubbed gently into the deep flesh of his testicle. He felt something, a cool intrusion of some kind of fluid that tingled as it seeped through the flesh of his nut. The liquifying enzyme. Taika didn't have a lot of it; this particular subspecies created it slowly over time, rather than venom, but it didn't take much. 


In a way, Torus was glad to finally experience this. He peddled this snake's services, after all; it could only help him make fat stacks if he knew exactly how the snake's process worked. The tingle of the enzyme was warm, soothing in a way. He had expected it to be more of a cool, menthol feeling. That was worth noting. 






The pain of the bite was already fading, and if Torus didn't know exactly what Taika was doing from years of watching it happen to other males, he would think the snake was merely mouthing against his scrotum, slurping on it affectionately. In fact, some of Taika's previous meals, missing the sting of the bite due to intoxication or whatnot, had thought that was all the snake was doing. 


Taika began to drink Torus' nut away. The suction slurped up the slurried enzyme first, a warm tugging sensation pulling the added pressure of that fluid away, followed by the feeling of the infused nut meat pressing up against the snake's hollow tipped fangs. The wide, smooth voids tugged at the feline's flesh, pulling at it, before with a wet splurping gurgle, the testicle meat began to dissolve. He could feel it, the first 'chunks' of his nuts sliding up into the hollow tubes. There was a giving sensation, as gibbets of his testicle detached, as long stringy strands of his masculinity were slurped up milkshake-style through the snake's fangs. 


The hybrid's fat testicle shuddered between his palms. The displacement of mass inside, accompanied by the wet, gurgling slurping sound of the snake somehow drawing that solid rubbery flesh up into its fangs, made Torus' tail fluff out. It didn't hurt, not at all. In fact, it was almost soothing. The dull, constant ache of being so densely backed up was disappearing, as his big rounded egg began to collapse between his fingers. The innards of his nut was being slurped up, liquefied and drained out of his egg, the inner pressure of his flesh forcing more of his nut meat in against the fangs. 


The snake's mouth was pressed against his scrotum, the sticky tongue and thin lips flattened against the tiger-lion's flesh. Taika wasn't trying to swallow the testicle whole. At least, not in the obvious way. Two solid, gooey, mucus plugs of nutmass slithered down the snake's throat, partially digested but still alive, cells clinging to each other in a long strand of almost-pleasurable tension leading directly into the hybrid's nutflesh.


Taika paused, and then slurped harder. Torus' felt the wad of meat between his palms crumple, as the taut cartilaginous shell began to collapse inwards. Ounces of his flesh was being slurped up and out of his scrotum, the hot flesh disappearing as Takia took his fill from the lion's flesh. The rounded orb was more oblong now in Torus' hands, the sound of the snake sucking the semi-solid flesh from inside his egg a constant reminder of what he was losing. There was no bulge in the snake's body, as what it was swallowing was a mere paste, not the testicle itself. Torus knew that the snake wanted the ball, craved the feeling of big fat nuts sliding down it's gullet, but also knew that in its heat stupored, grumpy state, that this liquid shot of raw nut paste would digest faster, and give the snake a burst of energy to help with the next task. 

There was a moment when Torus paused, as he watched his hands pushing closer and closer together, and he wondered if the fifty bucks he was getting for setting up this customer was worth losing his ball over. It wasn't like he had many spares. He watched the smooth rounded shell of his nut collapsing inwards, the chunks of his nut meat clogging the fangs before being drawn and slurped deeper into the snake's fangs. It would be hot if he could just get the idea that he was being half castrated out of his mind! 


He felt the ridges of the snake's fangs, now, through the smooth shell of his reduced testicle. He felt a soft cushion of flesh buffering between his palms and the solid, jutting fangs, and then with a wet slurping draw, the buffer disappeared and it was just hard enamel pushing against the inside of his testicle. He curled his fingers, but the nut itself was reducing in every dimension, shrinking and disintegrating up into those fangs. He saw a video once, of a large beachball rolling up against a vacuum tube and being rapidly deflated and sucked inside the high powered suction tool. His nut was doing that now; as the inner meat ran dry, the shell itself was pulled up the fangs, until he was left holding nothing but limp scrotum, and the snake's two fangs. 

Taika pulled free of the two small punctures in the lion-tiger's half empty scrotum, a long stretched empty flap of wrinkly skin all that remained of what used to be a big, heavy grapefruit's worth of nut meat. It eyed up the lion's other ball, and Torus quickly protected it, palming over it and stuffing it back into his pants.


"Uh uh," he said. His dick was strangely hard, eleven inches of barbed dickmeat straining and itching against the underside of his waistband as he zipped and buttoned up his pants. "Only one, that was the deal. Now, come on, I have a big wolf for you to snack on."


Torus held out his hand, expectantly, his other hand gently rubbing against the remaining nut that hung down between his thighs. He was used to his balls vying for space, each one pushing the other out and forward so that it could nestle between his thighs. Now there was just one, and it was being squeezed on two sides, with nothing else competing. It was strange.


Taika lazily, decadently extended down from his sunning branches to coil up along the hybrid's arm. He was a heavy snake usually, and that extra pound from the cat's right nut added nothing to the broad serpent's girth and bulk. It slithered up his arm, down his back, and then up the back of his shirt. Torus grumbled, the snake tickling against the thick fur as it probed up the warm shirt and out from the collar, brusquely pushing Torus' chin up and out of the way, so as to better curl once around the lion's neck, and rest its chin, finally, on his left shoulder. 


The rest of the snake followed, and Torus found himself picking up looping coils of serpent and lifting them out of the cage, draping them over his shoulders and holding the loose coils in the crook of his arm.


"To think, you were only half a foot long, when you first got here," Torus mused. Those had been interesting times. Taika had only been able to swallow grape sized things, at most, which had made it much more difficult for the feline to find 'premiere' snacks to train the serpent with. He had been fortunate that one of the resort's most regular visitors was a vixen who enjoyed seeing the pitiful little balls of her submissive slaves being casually ruined and destroyed. Taika had been fed a steady supply of the special berries, and had grown big and strong. Big enough to handle even the largest berries.




Carefully, Torus let the terrarium cage door click closed, and slipped through the main entranceway, towards the hotel suites. His nut twisted back and forth between his thighs as he walked, and the snake's body clung and coiled snugly around him as he maneuvered down the plush carpeted floors. It wasn't that it was illegal for him to remove Taika from his enclosure, but there had been a high number of incidents of accidental emasculations, resort-wide, ever since the resort had been bought out, and he didn't want anyone to have to explain why they didn't stop Torus from stealing the snake for a bit.


Suit 9 was at the far end of the hallway, one of the suites on the ground floor that had a small, complementary yard. Being on a tropical island in the south pacific, Emerald Zoysia grass was hard to come by - and harder to maintain - and the patch of green surrounded by rich, lush trees and shrubs and vines was shockingly prestigious. Decadent, even. 


His customers weren't in the suite itself, which Torus confirmed as he let himself in. The plush arrangement of furniture was pristine, freshly turned over by the cleaning staff. The customer, a local, was supposed to be in the pen outside. No need to get a reservation, and pay for a whole room, since he's just here to deal with some loose ends.


The loose end was trotting around in the grass, nosing inquisitively against a haphazardly hopping frog. It was a large male wolf, his coat a patchwork of gray and brown and rust red. The disobedient stud wolf had a habit of slipping his leash and disappearing for a day or two at a time. It hadn't happened too often, but enough, apparently, for the owner to be served with citations and fines for "the unauthorized siring of hybrid pups". See, wolves were not local to this island, and while they could be kept as pets, they were not meant to commingle with the native fauna.


Of course, nobody had told Rhaugrim that. The wolf stalked after the distressed frog, and Torus felt Taika's coils shift and tighten around his torso as the serpent spotted the big, weighted eggs swinging between the wolf's thighs. They were every bit as bulky and meaty as Torus had promised.


"See?" He whispered to the tongue-flicking snake that stared hungrily at its next meal, "I told you you'd be happy with him."


"Torus?" Asked the wolf's owner, a heavyset bull in a Hawaiian shirt and cargo shorts. The bull was sitting in one of the small wicker lawn chairs, his hoofs flopped out on the ground in front of him. He looked exhausted, or perhaps overheated, his shirt soaked in sweat. 


"That's me. Mr. DeGrange, and Rhaugrim?" Torus asked. The wolf perked up his ears, looking over at the newcomer, his tail wagging in a relaxed and friendly way. "Hello, Rhaugrim. This here is Taika, the snake. Are you afraid of snakes?" 


"He's not afraid of anything," Mr. DeGrange said, as the wolf ambled over. "He's definitely not afraid of me. Asshole keeps slipping his collar and scampering off to fuck the locals."


"Oh, a rambunctious one, then." Torus offered his paw, and Rhaugrim sniffed, licked at his fingers and palms. Then the wolf sniffed at the air, nostrils flaring and head canting upwards as he tried to determine some other, new scent, one he was not familiar with.


"So, for this to work, we're going to need your pup to be, well... focused on something else," Torus said, as the wolf sniffed carefully at the air around Taika's muzzle. Rhaugrim pulled back, his ears folding back against his skull. 


"Oh, that's easy," Mr. DeGrange said. The bull pushed himself forward, up off of the chair, and then slumped down to his knees in the soft grass. "Cummere, boy!"


The wolf regarded his master curiously, glancing back at the large snake that was slowly slithering down Torus' arm. The weight of the snake shifted, flexing as coils began to loosen, and Torus felt the serpent drop down in loose loops onto the ground around him. 


The bull pushed at Rhaugrim, gripping his forelegs in one paw and pushing at his shoulder to get the wolf onto his side with a surprised 'whoof' sound. The waistband of the bull's cargo shorts bowed down under his sizable gut, and Torus bit his tongue as the bull's crack peeked up over the back of it.


"That's a good boy!" Mr. DeGrange said. He buried his paws into the wolf's tan chest and belly fur, his thick fingers rubbing and scrubbing. "You like tummy rubs, don't you? Just like any other god-damned mutt. Can you believe he's a pedigree wolf? A pedigree, and he's breeding fucking strays in the street."


As the bull rubbed and played with the wolf's belly, the snake disengaged fully from Torus, and began stealthily sliding towards the bull and the wolf. Torus moved to the other side of the wolf, kneeling as well. He kept an eye on Taika, who was had slipped to the left of the bull's hooves, and was snaking it's way in between them. 


"So why are you... ending that?" Torus said. The wolf was happily kicking his legs while flopped on his back, soaking up the attention of the bull and feline as they rubbed and stroked his chest and belly. "I mean, you got him to breed right? Isn't that the, uh, appeal?"


The sweating bull straightened up, his shorts sagging down further along his thighs. He wiped at his brow, and then grabbed his waistband and tugged it up, pulling it up over the underside of his paunch. Doing so forced the wad of hot, sweaty bull meat between his legs to slide down the inside of his shorts, a sweaty mass of bull eggs bulging provocatively along the inner seam.


"Hell no, there ain't nothing worth breeding around here. I just like all the looks I get from the tourists while I'm taking him for a walk. Chicks love wolves."


Torus saw Taika's head slithering up between the bull's knees, towards Rhaugrim, before angling upwards. He winced, as the snake's muzzle pushed delicately up into the leg of the bull's shorts, the bulge of the serpent's head pushed up towards the bulge of the bull's balls. 


"Um," Torus said, feeling an urge to at least warn the bull. 


"Oh, don't judge me," Mr. DeGrange said. The bulge split, as Taika opened his maw, showing the outline of his lower and upper jaw. Perhaps the bull felt the pressure of the big snake's head against his inner thigh, but he didn't stop in his ruffling and stroking of Rhaugrim's belly. "It's hard being a single straight dude in his forties. I gotta use whatever I can get!"


The leg of his shorts was stretched tautly around the bulk of his oblong testes, which might explain why he didn't notice the additional pressure of a snake's maw delicately working up over the sides of that scrotum. The V shaped bulge slid up and slowly over the twinbulges of the compressed, flattened testicles, and Torus was impressed, as he always was, at how discrete and subtle the serpent was. There was a bull's balls, the source of his masculinity, being gobbled up by a feral snake, with the bull not even  noticing. Torus knew that there was some hyper numbing saliva involved, and some of his buddies thought that the snake might have some kind of innate enchantment active, one that allowed him to grip and squeeze without being noticed. Either way, it was always fascinating to watch.


"Oh, I'm not judging," Torus said, as the two bulges fused together. The bull's nuts had been engulfed in the snake's maw, and a few seconds later... yup. There it was. The snake's long body disappeared up into the bull's pants legs, and as Torus watched, a rather large bulge slid down out of those shorts, stretching the snake's scales out from the inside. It was roughly egg shaped, and the serpent's body tightened above it to pull itself up over it, forcing the nut down through the snake's gullet. The feline knew exactly what was lubing up that gullet - the innards of his own testicle. "We all need to get our nut on, right? One way or another."


"Damn right," Mr. DeGrange agreed. He reached down, grabbing at the bulge that slid down his other shorts leg, giving his soft dick a squeeze. Torus just smiled. Any other day, he would have interrupted, chastised the snake, and interrupted his meal. But, having lost his own ball just minutes before, and still horny from the whole thing happening, Torus just couldn't find it in his heart to say anything. His cock throbbed, hard, as a second bulge slithered out of the steer's shorts leg... and then, finally, the snake's head reemerged. 


"So where is this snake of yours?" The steer asked. He looked over to the side, following the length of the brilliant red and black serpent, circling around behind him. He twisted his head the other way, and watched as the snake's head circled in a slow, lazy loop around the three of them. "You said it'd be completely painless, right? I mean, I gotta 'take care' of him but I don't want him sufferin' or anythin'."


"Oh, for sure," Torus said. "Most of the time, Taika does his thing without his, um, customer even realizing," he said, clearing his throat. He wanted to add, 'like you,' but he hadn't been paid yet. It could wait. "You have the fifty bucks, right?"


"Yeah, of course, its in my back pocket. I'll pay you after I'm sure that my boy's okay."


Taika had completed the loop, nearly ten feet wide, his chin nearly touching his tail tip. Then, he turned inwards, towards the kicking back legs of the reclining wolf. The wagging brush of a tail, red with a black underbelly, was gently pinned down to the ground. The wolf lifted his head, peeking down along his belly, but couldn't see anything except for his tan colored sheath flopping back and forth between his thighs. The red  of the snake blended in perfectly with the bright green of the grass, for the color blind wolf. 


Mr. DeGrange stared, as the snake closed in on it's targets. Torus could see exactly why the wolf was slipping his leash so often - his spread thighs bared two balls that were... honestly... at least as big as his own. The wolf had no idea that his big flopping sack was in any kind of risk, the saggy black furred pouch being batted left and right by that briskly sweeping tail. 


"Is it gonna bite?" The steer whispered, and the feline shook his head. 


"Just watch. Taika is very gentle." And the snake was. No fangs were visible, as it lurched forward, jaws dilating open before latching onto the wolf's right nut. Rhaugrim felt that, and kicked his legs to try and wiggle back onto his belly, but his owner and the feline kept him pinned on his back. 


The snake's mouth bulged as the second grapefruit sized nut of the day slid against those thin dark lips. Unlike Torus', this one was being gulped down whole, and with a wet SFOCK sound, the snake sucked the egg into its mouth. Taika's stretchy red and black gullet bulged, the wolf's ball dragged down to the end of its cord, and held on all sides. 


"Hey, that's too rough," Mr. DeGrange said, but Rhaugrim wasn't fighting back. The wolf's long pink tongue had lolled out of his mouth, dangling in the air as he stared ahead and forward, seemingly completely at ease as his big wolf nut was gobbled up by the snake.


"See?" Torus said, as the snake flexed its jaws, as if chewing. The wolf's rounded bulge in the snake's throat slid down another half inch, then slid slightly back upwards. Taike turned his head, and latched on to the wolf's other ball, munching toothlessly against the hard rubbery orb. "He's not just painless, he's.. not even noticeable. There's something about his spit that keeps his, uh, his snacks from noticing what he's doing. Some kind of evolutionary advantage."


"It's sick," Mr. DeGrange said, watching in a mixture of disgust and fascination as his pet wolf's other ball was drawn into the snake's maw. "I mean, what kind of abomination evolves to... eat balls?"


"There's all kind of peripheral evolutions," Torus said, defensively. They both watched as that second ball was entombed, kneaded and squeezed down the back of the snake's gulllet and into its throat. "I mean, polar bears have hollow fur... and they can grow algae in their fur... for energy?"


"What? No, they can't," the steer said. "Where did you come up with that?"


Taika ignored the discussion above, as did Rhaugrim. The wolf was enjoying the warm strokes of Master and Cat-Dude against his belly, and chest, the peculiar sensation of something touching his dangly a bit ago already long gone from his mind. The snake was stretching every last inch of that scrotum down its throat, just like it had done for the big loud bull man, so that his lips were pushed flush against the wolf's groin. 
While the feline and the steer tried to sound like they knew what they were talking about up above, Taika was gently removing the wolf's balls down below. Neither DeGrange nor Torus noticed as the snake bit down, the softest squelching sound heard as those strange, toothless gums removed every bit of protruding scrotum and tissue of Rhaugrim's testicles. The snake didn't know how it worked, but it did. He pulled back, and beneath Rhaugrim's peeking red shaft, jutting just a bit up into the air from the stretched tan colored sheath. Beneath that: nothing. No scar, no purse of fused flesh, no bald spot. Every trace of the wolf's scrotum was just... gone. 


Well, except for the two big bulges in the snake's throat. Taika swallowed, and the two bulges stretched away from each other. Taika was gulping the first one down his throat, and keeping the other perched higher up, just at the beginning of his gullet. There was a soft rending sound, as the useless scrotal shroud was torn in half from the casual gulping. Now the two testicles were fully disconnected, and the twin bulges slithered down, nudging closer to the two bull testicles that were only a few inches further down.


"Oh, he's finished," Torus said. He lifted his hands up from Rhaugrim's belly, and Mr. DeGrange followed suit, releasing the wolf from the entrancing grip of belly rubs. The freshly neutered wolf flipped over onto his belly and staggered to his feet, pausing briefly to turn and sniff under his belly at his sheath. He could tell something was different, but before he could figure out exactly what it was, he saw a lurch of movement from over by the fence, and gave chase to it. "See? No muss, no fuss. That'll be fifty bucks, please."


Mr. DeGrange grumbled, pulling his wallet out of his pocket. He had an itch, under his dick, that was gradually making itself known. He pulled out the two twenties, and the ten, that he had set aside for today, and tossed it on the grass in front of the feline. "Seems expensive. Seems like you should be paying me, for feeding your pet snake for you."


"You agreed to fifty bucks, Mr. DeGrange," Torus said. He looked down, to pick up the money from the ground, and saw Taika staring at him. No, not at him - at his bulge. "Taika.."




But then it was too late. The snake lurched forward. Torus tried to cover his bulge, but he knew it wouldn't matter. Taika never missed. The serpent slapped its head against his bulge, under his paw, even as he was reaching to protect his last testicle. He felt the slap, and heard the rip of fabric, and then he was palming against his bulge. Only it wasn't his whole bulge, it was only his cock, his thick, eleven inch cock, and there was nothing underneath it.


"Dammit!" He swore, as he pushed up underneath his dick, and felt nothing but tattered nylon pants.


"Did your snake just eat your fuckin' NUTS?!" the steer guffawed. Torus glared, scooping up the bills from the grass, and standing back onto his feet.


"Yeah, he does that if you're not careful. He's eaten a LOT of balls that weren't protected. I did tell you to wear a cod piece, didn't I, Mister DeGrange?"
The steer's wide grin curdled on his face, as he realized what that itch he had been feeling was. He looked down, at the empty bulge where his balls were supposed to be filling out his khakis. He reached down, touching and pushing against the soft fabric. There was nothing there. Now it was Torus' turn to smirk, darkly. Yeah, he had been castrated, but he was a hybrid, and sterile, anyways. His balls were almost entirely aesthetic only. But a bull, losing his balls? Delicious.


"Don't even bother threatening to sue. After all, you're not a customer of this establishment," Torus said, as he turned to collect the snake. Only the snake wasn't there. He peered left, right, but could see no trace of the serpent. "Well, dammit."


Taika had slipped out of his cage, twice before. The first time, he had surprised a group of roofers while they were on their lunch break, claiming five sweaty dog sacks while the sacks' owners munched on sandwiches. The second time, he had slipped onto a tour bus of a visiting missionary sect, a sect that prided itself on chastity and gender segregation. The bus had stopped the next town over with the realization that all twenty of the congregants on board had miraculously shifted from 'male' to 'neuter'. It was, they claimed, a miracle. Fortunately, Torus had been able to sneak the snake back into the resort's van while the Newly Neutered were testifying to the locals about how they'd been 'touched by an angel'. 


Torus didn't know what Taika would do, this time. There wasn't any clusters of males scheduled to visit, but the resort was very full regardless. A decentralized group of men, all over the resort and it's surroundings, all of them having no idea that their dangling balls were in mortal peril. Torus sighed. This was going to be a long afternoon. 




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The resort was ultra luxurious, with every privilege and amenity and accommodation one could financially ask for. The spa area, especially, was world renowned, not only for the satisfaction and relaxation offered to its clients. The spas, especially, were highly regarded, not only on fancy travel websites and with fickle social media influencers, but amongst men who had the money and the time to treat themselves to the very, very best.


There were five spas in total, ranging from a frost-rimed frozen cooler to a steaming ball pit of small clay balls heated to scalding temperatures. Right in the middle was a classic steam sauna; a small room with cedar plants, super heated rocks in the corner, and a selection of aromatic oils to add to the water. 


Right now, the steam in the wooden room was mostly displaced by the presence of two burly, hairy, testosterone filled men. Oliver, the graying kangaroo, was sitting closer to the steam rocks in the corner. He was bent forward, his hands on his knees, with his eyes closed. The scent of mint and eucalyptus mingled with cedar, a tingling spice that coated his throat and filled his lungs. The moment would be perfect, if it weren't for the sound of the man humming next to him. 
That was Darren, the ram. Younger than Oliver, clearly, with curly hair that flowed over his horns, down his neck, creating a shaggy mullet that was partly in the front AND back. Both men were broad shouldered, but Darren was significantly taller than Oliver, and whereas the kangaroo was leaning forward and trying to focus, Darren was leaning back, legs spread, arms spread, and just soaking up the heat. The ram's ovoid eggs were swollen with rut, and the heat from the sauna was pretty much the only thing he'd found so far to help with that incessant, painful, tight pressure that was building up in his fertile testicles. Even with his legs spread, his balls were squished between his thighs, half mashed against the wood. His dick had been hard, earlier, and now was drooped over his right thigh with the tumescence of a half melted candy bar. 


The two men were mostly minding their own business, with Darren staring at the ceiling and Oliver staring at the back of his own eyelids. The kangaroo shifted, moving his fingers up to his ears, rubbing along his temples, which caught the ram's attention. The ram whistled, appreciatively, and the next thing Oliver knew, he had another man's fingers wrapped around his bicep, giving it a squeeze.


"God damn, you're big! You a football player, dude?" The ram asked, sliding closer, his thigh pressing along the length of Oliver's own. "How'd your arms get so thick?"


Oliver glared at Darren annoyedly, clenching his arm to make the muscles flex powerfully under his short-cropped fur, stretching the ram's fingers. "Something like that. Go away." He wasn't interested in starry eyed fans, especially ones pretending that they didn't recognize him. He twisted his arm away from the ram, and readjusted his towel. 
It was just a regular sized bath towel, which meant it barely went from thigh to thigh on the big, wide hipped kangaroo, which meant that it was not so much concealing the goods as it was showcasing them, the white fabric draped over the roo's thick sheath and bulbous testicles.


He hoped that the ram would get the hint that he wanted to be left alone, but the other fellow did not. Oliver felt a hand rest on his thigh, close to his groin, and opened his eyes in time to see the gray furred paw of the ram grab his towel, yanking it away from his groin.


"Hey, dude, the fuck?!" Oliver spat, angry, shooting up in his seat as the ram tossed the towel over his head and behind him.


Darren made no pretense of hiding his open admiration for the older kangaroo's body. The thick muscles, the curly gray fur mixed in with the brown, the general meaty girthiness... the musk. The sharp, sweet, masculine musk, like the tobacco in the middle of an old cigar, with that sweetness of a peach's skin on top. It was delicious, and now that Darren had gotten a whiff, he wanted more. He rested a hand on the kangaroo's back, between his shoulders, rubbing lazily.


"Don't get pissed! You need to let those stitches of yours air out, after all. No need to hide all that roo meat away on my behalf."


Oliver opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out. His cheeks reddened, and he sat upright, glaring at the ram. "Stitches?" There were stitches there, but they were almost completely unnoticeable, the only remnant of the cosmetic procedure that the kangaroo had had several days earlier - a procedure only readily, easily available, at a resort like this.  "I have no-"


"I saw them when you walked in. Your towel hid most of them," Darren explained, as he reached down with his other hand and pressed a finger into the kangaroo's soft belly. There was a brief flare of pain at the prod, before the ram slid his finger down the length of it. "Right here, and on the other side, along your inguinal canal. It's okay, it looks good. I couldn't help but stare. I mean, that's why you're here, right? The hot steam helps with the healing process, right?"


Oliver took Darren's hand by the wrist, lifting and pushing it away. He didn't want to explain anything more than what was already obvious, but it looked like the results of his surgery were happy to show themselves off. The broad, smooth, flat cap of a horse's cock pushed up and out of his sheath, the dark gray flesh dramatically different from the tannish pink of the sheath itself. He had paid a lot of money for this dick, and he hadn't planned on it's first 'unveiling' to be with a horny ram in the sauna.


"Damn, that's even bigger than I expected!" Darren crowed. His own dick was pink, jutting out of his sheath, prime and ready. There was even a blob of precum oozing from the tip, the younger stud ready to go with just that one hint of interest from the older dude. He tugged his hand away from Oliver's, and reached to grab at the kangaroo's thigh, pulling his leg apart. "I mean, you're not as big as me, obviously, but that doesn't mean anything. Nobody is."


Oliver took deep breaths, his brain torn between throwing a punch at the ram's smart mouth, or shoving his dick inside it. He could slap the ram's hand away, as Darren reached back into his groin, stroking slowly against the seam of his stitches... but he didn't. He gritted his teeth instead, blushing more as he felt his length extending, and extending, and extending. He had had six inches. Now he had nearly twenty. The feeling of his flesh, telescoping out from inside his groin, was arousing all on its own. He couldn't stop it. He felt his dick slide out and rest on top of his big, heavy balls, before drooping down over the edge of the bench. "Fine, there. Happy now? Get what you want?"


His erection was continuing, as the ram's fingers rubbed slowly and deliberately along the root of his sheath, giving the older 'roo a pat on his belly. "Attaboy. You don't have to be ashamed, its obvious you're pent up. Your nuts got that particular kinda hang to 'em. The hang of a dude who needs to get his rocks off." The ram snickered, and reached down, grasping the kangaroo's dick around the middle. He lifted it up, catching the hint of something shiny and red just under the bench they were sitting on. He blinked, but there was nothing there. Perhaps the heat was just getting to him... either way, there was a horse dick with nobody sucking on it, just yet. 


Darren leaned over Oliver's lap, that floppy cock dangling rather limply in his hands. He reached down with his other hand, pushing his palm down onto the neck of the fat eggs and forcing them against the cedar bench, until they slid out on the far side, hanging over the edge of the bench. That got a nice reaction from the half hard horse dick, the gummy, rubbery flesh stiffening with a surprising surge in his hand. "There we go. See? Not that hard getting hard, is it? Not when you got a super hung ram stud handling you."


"I'm just as hung," Oliver snapped, though the words trailed off as bit as he watched the ram's mouth wrap around the end of his fat horse dick. Oh, that felt nice. His own dick had been short and pointed, more like a carrot, and while it had been intensely sensitive, this was different. The pleasure was more billowy, more spread out, and while it was still just as intense all together, it was almost as if he was feeling it in a more relaxed way. All the pleasure, but spread out over a wider area. 


More importantly, he liked the look of strain on the ram's face as he struggled to get the whole damn glans in his yappity mouth. He looked down, past his dick, and over at the ram's own groin. The dude's dick was thick, more like an artillery cannon that was jutting up along his trim, cut belly. Underneath it... damn. The ram's balls were huge. Probably bigger than his. Definitely longer... but maybe not as fat. He felt a rush of self consciousness, his thighs pushing together, squeezing at the warm bulk of his own nuts, feeling the breadth that they took up between his legs. Nah. His were bigger. They had to be. 


"I might be pent up, sure. I had to be soft for a week before, and a week after my procedure, but fuck me if you think I'm smaller than you. My balls are fuckin' HUGE. Feel ‘em, asshole, they barely fit in your hand." Oliver reached down between Darren's legs, the ram obligingly spreading his thighs to let the roo cup against his own fat pouch. 
The thick wooly mohawk that ran between the two was dripping with sweat, and Oliver's fingers slid through it, cupping the heated flesh of the ram's scrotum. His dick surged, and not just because of the feel of the ram's maw, slurping and gnawing on the end of his stiffened cock. These were dense. Solid. A man's marbles. 


"You love 'em, doncha?" Darren teased as he rose back to sitting up. The fat horse dick slopped out of his mouth with a wet slurping plop, wobbling in the air. Oliver was so distracted with the sight of it, his dick, jutting upwards so powerfully, that he didn't even notice how close Darren's snout was to his own. He turned, his nose booping against the ungulate's, who had a cocky smirk on his muzzle. "Of course you do. My balls are fatter. Thicker. Fuller. And denser. Then those little ones you're sporting."


Darren twisted, folding one leg under his butt, his other bracing against the floor of the sauna. He pulled at Oliver's knee, lifting the kangaroo's leg up and over his shoulder. The kangaroo's nuts were squashed, trapped under the edge of the bench by the press of his other thigh as he was turned to face Darren. Darren scooted forward, and his own nuts slid down, hanging over the edge of the sauna as well. They had always hung low, and with the heat of the sauna, they were hanging even lower. 


The two men stared at each other's dicks. They had already examined each other's balls, had rubbed and felt them, and now those forgotten parcels of masculinity were dangling in the dark under the bench, where a pair of gleaming yellow serpent eyes regarded them. The dripping, steaming testicles were already partially poached with the heat, the bulging bulbs sagging as low as possible, unable to rappel themselves back up to safety, even if they had wanted to. 


Oliver reached over, and grasped Darren's cock. The ram's thick cannon was complete with a fat-skinned foreskin that just barely reached past the broad glans, and he gripped the cock by that foreskin itself, pulling it slowly, tightly back to reveal the purplish glans. Darren countered, by grabbing Oliver's. The two men held each other's cocks, defiantly, stroking their fingers up and down each other's straining lengths.


"You like that? Bet you're gonna cum from it," Darren sneered, and Oliver stroked a thumb over the ram's cockhead.


"Not before you do, wuss. You're already throbbing. Those fat balls of yours are worthless, I'm gonna make them empty out with only two fingers," the kangaroo growled.


"You can try, but I'll have you spurting before you get halfway down my cock," Darren countered. He squeezed his hand down around the roo's medial ring, holding that dick in place as he ground his palms against the broad, muffin-shaped glans.


A moment passed, as the two men locked eyes. Then, they leaned in, and locked lips. Darren curled his spare arm around Oliver's waste, sliding his knee under the kangaroo's upturned thigh, the root of his cock pushed against the other man's. 


Underneath the bench, Taika's job just got easier. At first, there were two separate sacks, each hanging down tauntingly, each one tempting the big snake to gobble it up first. The snake had slithered into the room through the air vent that was behind and underneath the benches, following the scent of males in rut. Honestly, Taika could have gone in any direction; the entire building was lousy with horny men that were eager to get their rocks off. Taika was happy to help.


The ram's gray furred sack was definitely hanging a little lower, but the balls themselves were also longer, egg shaped and dangling and swaying with the actions of the silly, horny men above. The kangaroo's were deceptively massive; they seemed perfectly round looking at them head on, but Taika could see that they were deep, filling out the space between the thighs in a long scrotum that reached nearly to the taint. 


Taika couldn't choose between the two, so he decided to take them both at once. The long snake moved closer, the red scales stretching as its jaw dislocated, distending away from its snout. Taika was a large snake and his mouth could normally open almost up to six inches from nose to chin, but with his jaw dislocated, he was limited only by the stretchability of his cheeks and lips, which were quite, quite stretchy. 


The snake's maw yawned, the two masculine nutsacks dripping and nudging in against each other as the two men played with each other up above. 


Darren grinned as he felt Oliver wrap his hand around his balls, squeezing them in against the roo's own. The roo's balls were fat, heavy, and the feeling of them being squeezed in against his own heavy sack was intensely intimate.


"Knew you couldn't help yourself," Darren groaned, as he stroked the roo's horse cock. The kangaroo's eyes were lidded, his powerful bicep flexing as he stroked the ram's fat shaft. His other hand was playing with his nipples, so... he must be using his tail. That explains the feeling like his nuts were being wrapped up, squeezed in against the roo's own. If he thought the squeezing was going to turn him off, he was way wrong. "Go on, bitch. Squeeze harder."


Oliver opened his eyes, his mind lost in a fog of lust and pleasure. His dick was straining, slowly flaring, an experience he had never felt before. He couldn't understand anything that the ram was saying, his brain foggy with the feeling of being so powerfully erect. He could feel something squeezing his balls, tugging at them, a warmth that was wrapped around them and squeezing them against the ram's own. He nodded agreeably. "Yeah... harder, man. Harder."


Taika had somehow managed to get both of the men's fat pouches between his jaws at the same time. He had needed to coil around the two scrotums, risking a glimpse of his scales being seen as he noosed one gleaming, slick loop of tail loosely up over the dangling sacks before twisting and tightening down around them. That had given him the stability, the anchor he needed to be able to force the bundled mass of the four fat nuts between his stretched jaws. 


Cheeks bulged as the ram's nuts were forced in between the jaw's lips, and then they bulged out further as the kangaroo's nuts were crammed in alongside them.


They were so, so juicy. Damp with sweat, they dripped a salty, musky brine along the snake's tongue and down his throat. He strained, wiggling his maw back and forth until the widest part of the combined sacks slid inexorably between his jaws. The snake's head was distorted with the uneven bulges of four big nuts just jutting into its maw, but they weren't going to be there for long. 


Slowly, Taika began to chew, his tongue prying it's way between the scrotums and coating the two men's scrotums in a slick, sticky, oozy patina. For the men, the squeezing embrace of the snake's maw would be slowly fading away now, the fast acting enzymes working to nullify any sensations that the men were having. Which was good, because otherwise, this next part would be quite painful.


Taika gulped. Darren's left nut, the biggest of the four and the lowest hanging, descended downwards. Cords strained, cabling drawn taut as the ram's prized testicle was pulled well past any previous limits they had been drawn to, as the ram nonchalantly jerked off the ram up above. The warm, squeezing grip of the kangaroo's tail around his balls was still there, pleasant in his mind, and there was just nothing else to feel, nothing to distract him from the feel of the kangaroo's hand on his straining, throbbing, twitching dick.


'Oh, yeah, he was gonna cum,' he thought, as his left testicle ripped loose from his body. He didn't even notice, as the snake swallowed, pulling that ball down and away from his body. 


Another firm swallow, and Oliver's horsecock was left bereft of its neighbors, as the big, ripe, rounded roo balls were stretched away from it. Both at once, the thick cords of the grizzled old balls holding up somewhat better than the young, tender ram cords. The tension on his nerves should have had the mature kangaroo curled up in a ball, but instead, he leaned back, his horse dick flared out to full extension. He leg nudged against something under the bench; it must be the ram's leg. He didn't notice the bulge of the ram's nut as it slid down that particular stretch of snake tail, the bulge pushing briefly against his calf before sliding past.


"I think I'm gonna cum, fuck, your fingers are good," Darren swore. His nut was the last ball in the snake's mouth, and as he shifted, hunching up against the roo's fingers, it slipped into that gullet too. Oliver's balls were still holding on by the very very tips of their fingers, the cords frayed but holding even against the snake's inexorable swallowing pull. When Darren's fat nut wedged down on top of them, tamping them just that little bit further down into the snake's gullet, all hope was lost.






"SHIT!" Oliver swore, as his body began to climax, just as his scrotum and its contents ripped free of his body. The saliva had done its job; where the scrotum had used to hang, there was nothing, just graying pubes and an uninterrupted patch of fur that led from the base of his sheath to his taint. He had no idea that the balls that had made all the cum he was shooting out of his dick were being eaten by a snake, swallowed down in one large, oblong bulge down the snake's gullet.


That left only Darren's right nut. Maybe it could have withheld the tension, but Taika wasn't going to give it the chance. Cum was dripping down through the slats over head, as the two men climaxed explosively, bodies tense, minds lose in pleasure, and cocks shooting their hot loads onto each other. Taika bit, and twisted, pulling the ram's scrotum cleanly free from his body, leaving the whether just as smooth under his dick as Oliver was.


The two men had ground their dicks together, hot spurts painting each other's staffs with their musky seed, and Darren was the first one to reach under the bench to grab for Oliver's balls, and coming up empty handed. Fingers wiggled through air that should have been nut-sack. Still orgasming, he blindly groped around, trying to find his new friend's nuts. Then, still confused, he reached for his own, and came up empty handed there as well.


"What the fuck?" he gasped, his orgasm still dribbling in soft spurts against Oliver's softening horse cock. Beneath them, and behind them, the air vent slipped closed behind a red scaled snake tale, as Taika left in pursuit of additional treats.




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Boris tried not to scowl at the otter leading him down the hall. The guy - Tyler? Terrance? Whatever, some new hire he’d never met before - kept not-so-subtly glancing back at him, which would’ve been fine if the otter wasn’t also going at 'helping granny in a walker across the street' speed. The otter didn't seem to realize how infuriating this was to the wolf. The otter didn't seem to recognize that the tightness of the wolf's shorts was less than comfortable. The otter must not have read his file, the file that pointed out specifically that Boris did not like to wait when he was pent up, and that he only visited the Resort when he was pent up. The wolf wanted to get to the room, so that he could get his shorts off now.  


The wolf must not have been entirely successful at keeping his face neutral, as the otter turned back to look at him again. The otter's face flashed briefly with anxiety, and he started to walk faster, leading Boris towards Massage Room #3. It was the largest, and most private of the massage rooms, and the only room that Boris would allow himself to be handled in.


“Finally,” he grumbled, as the otter opened the door inside. The big gray wolf tuned out whatever pleasantries the otter was saying, having no bandwidth in his brain for idle chatter. As soon as the door swung shut, the wolf leaned back against it and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his black spandex shorts. He hated that he was required to wear clothing in the resort at all, at least in most of the public areas, so he went out of his way to wear as little as possible, just to remind people of what they were missing by forcing him to wear them in the first place. He pushed down on the waistband, peeling the taut elastic over the bulge of his sheath and, more importantly, over the big, oblong bulge of his sack. The corners of his mouth quirked up in a smirk when he heard the otter’s voice cut off with a soft gasp. Yup. 


His huge nuts, each as plump, as heavy and as round as the resort’s namesake fruit, bulged obscenely out the sides of his jockstrap. His dick wasn't even in his jock, there was just no room for it. It laid on top of it, a long stain of precum having soaked into, dried, and soaked in again along the front of the poly cotton mesh jock. His nuts couldn't really move anywhere, and the jock looked more like a bikini to them, the underwear pulled up tight between the two rounded eggs, forcing them into the inside of his thighs. The fur of his inner thighs, where his balls were rubbing against as he walked, had been worn almost completely bare, as had the fur on his sack itself. There was a patch of white fur along the front and in the cleavage of his scrotum, but the naked black skin of his scrotum itself shone, glossy and smooth, where the hairs had just been worn free from years of being ground back and forth against his nuts. 


He left his spandex shorts at his knees, and reached for the waistband of his jock. He rolled it down his thighs, peeling the tight, overwhelmed fabric free of his groin, and released his nuts from their annoying little wedgie. They were free now, and he let out a deeply relieved sigh as he felt them jostling between his legs normally. 


As annoying as the jock and spandex was, his doctor told him that long term, he needed them. Completely relaxed, his thick, white-furred pouch strained to hold the weight of his dense testicles. The neck of it was stretched tautly, wrinkles stretched as the weight of his balls tried to pull his skin down, to recruit more inches of his pelt into testicle-restraining duty. The underside of his scrotum looked fit to split, as if the weight of his massive balls was going to push right through his scrote and let his nuts just dangle in the open air. Stupid, idiotic organs! They were mindlessly massive, having no idea just how much of a pain they were to take care of.


Boris had no complaints, of course. He loved them, and they had made him fabulously, expansively wealthy, wealthy enough that he could dote on them with fancy trips to this remote resort without even having to think about it.  He gave a slight tilt of his head at the still-staring otter who quickly averted his gaze and stammered out an apology. With the discomfort of his family jewels being cooped up now gone though, Boris responded with an amused chuckle instead of the expected sharp retort.


“Hey, don’t be shy now,” he said as he stepped out of the small pile of clothing at his feet. He shucked off his muscle shirt, dropping it behind him, and reached down to slap his palms against the front of both of his big balls. He gave them a pleasing jiggle, squeezing them against each other. "I'm here for top notch service, and you are being paid to provide that service, right?"


"R-right," the otter said, staring at the wolf's hands as he rubbed against his own massive orbs. He stepped forward, reaching to grip the wolf's balls for himself, only to be chided, rebuffed. 


"Hey, I'm not here for a blow job," The wolf said. He gestured to the massage table that took up the bulk of the room. "Aren't I supposed to lay on this, first?"


The otter blushed. "Of course. Shoot, sorry, I just-"


"It's fine. You're new here, right? I'd remember a cutie like you. Can't blame you wanting a piece of all this," Boris said, as he gestured to his pouch. "Just relax, be thorough, and you'll do fine." The wolf walked over to the table. He had used them before, but this seemed like a new model. He started to straddle it, planning on laying on his back, but the otter cleared his throat.


"We, uh, we do face down massages now. Face up was resulting in too many, um, it was messier," the otter said, as he pulled on a piece of the table, and on either side of the table, two slats slid out, leaving a gap in a very suggestive place. "This will make it easier to give you more personalized service. 


"Oh, uh. Sure." Boris said. He climbed up onto the table, on his knees and elbows, his fat sack rubbing lazily against the edge of the opened slot of the table. He glanced over to the otter, then back down between his legs. "I'm assuming you have to feed them through, right?"


The otter blushed, furiously. "Y-yes, I do," he stammered, before walking up to the wolf. He had put on a pair of satin gloves, the smooth white fabric gripping snugly around each of his fingers, even gripping sleekly against the webbing of his hands, and now those fingers gently gripped   around the wolf's massive testicle. "Jesus."


"Mmmhmm," Boris smirked. He was enjoying watching underneath him, his tail wagging slowly through the air as the otter held pull his ball down. Boris obligingly lowered his hips as the webbed-hand dragged, guiding his ball through the square slot. The wolf grimaced as the otter pushed, using his palms at the top of his nut to force it through the narrow aperture. "This clearly wasn't designed with me in mind."


"I see that, I will have it be adjusted to better fit for your next visit," the otter said, quickly, apologetically. Boris grunted, irritated that the resort hadn't accounted for his particular needs. It was what it was, but it bugged him regardless.


"And the next?" He said, and dropped down the rest of the way. The otter squeaked as Boris flattened his hips downwards, pinning the masseuse between his powerful hips and the padded table. "Come on, little one, I don't have all day."


His irritation was momentarily slaked, as the otter sprang to work. It wasn't the otter's fault that Boris' fat balls had a dull, persistent ache deep inside them, an ache that blossomed into a need that was hard to ignore, every time they were handled. It also wasn't the otter's fault that the wolf's hookup the night before had bailed on him, leaving those said eggs even heavier, and achier, than normal. Boris felt the otter grip his sheath and tug it snugly down through the hole, dangling underneath the table, he gave a little smirk. It wasn't the otter's fault, but it was now his responsibility.


The otter's webbed fingers touched against his shoulder, stroking against the fur in a soft, light touch that Boris could barely feel. Incorrect. The wolf breathed in, enjoying the familiar, pleasant scent of lavender and coconut that filled his nostrils. Breathe out. The otter's paws stroked his fur the wrong way, fingertips just beginning to slide past the fur, nudging against the skin of his bicep and shoulder. Breathe in. Hints of bergamot orange and peppermint. Breathe ou- ohhhhh. 


The otter seemed to have found his groove and kneaded with vigor at a spot of tension. Boris grunted at the pang of an overextended muscle shuddering into relaxation. He hadn't even realized his shoulder was tight. The otter's finger tips had been replaced with blunt claws, mocking a sort of quick, deft acupuncture technique as the masseuse gripped and pinched skin and muscles between eager fingers. It was just enough to hurt in that good way before releasing, allowing his upper body to shiver and soften in relaxation. 


Whatever reservations he’d had were dispelled as quickly as the tightness in his muscles as the masseur worked his magic with a delightful rhythm that left his ears splayed and his eyes half-lidded in bliss. Time seemed to slip away, the wolf only grumbling half hearted growls and grunts as the otter picked over his shoulder, back, and thighs. 


“There we go," The otter said, a newfound confidence in his voice. Perhaps the otter could tell just how relaxed the big predator felt, splayed out and at ease on the too-small massage table. "Are you feeling better now, sir?” 


Boris growled in contentment, as claws tickled down along his spine, to the base of his tail. It was grasped, squeezed, lifted up and out of the way, and then fingers gripped his buttocks. That made his eyes open, dilated pupils irising into focus at the threat of another male so close to his backside. Any aggression that bubbled up out of his ancient predator  instincts was swatted aside by the firm, pleasant kneading of his muscular buttocks. "Hnnggghhh...."


There was only one problem the wolf was having. The otter was deftly wringing the tension out of every muscle and tendon in his body, but that tension was oozing, sliding downwards, pooling through the hole in the table, and gathering in his sack. He wasn't aroused, as much as he was being grounded, making him acutely, and painfully aware, of the swollen, needful ache that was burgeoning inside his testicles. He was sure they hadn't actually grown since he laid down, but they felt even fuller, plump and ripe with his need and ripened sperm. His sheath had plumped, the tip of his bright pink cock jutting out, tasting the open air under the table. The otter hadn't touched it yet, but Boris hoped, and expected, that the otter would. Soon.


The otter's skillful paws worked their way back up Boris' back, before palming down over his ribs. They slipped between his chest and the table, giving his pecs a squeeze, fingers tracing against nipples in a way that made his sheath tingle and tighten around the emerging shaft. He wanted the otter to notice it, to grip it and start massaging it, too. That particular muscle was quickly becoming painfully tense, each pulse of his arousal making the tightened skin sting as it started to dry out in the open air. 


His cock was probably thicker than the otter's bicep. The wolf was massively endowed, it was just a legacy that had been passed down through the generations forever. Each generation, the male equipment got just a little larger, but only with the first born son - which Boris, of course, was. Soon it would be his turn to pass on his legacy, the special cream that brewed in his oversized testicles just waiting for an eager womb to fill, to overflow, with his virility. The otter couldn't know any of this, of course, all he would see when he finally noticed the wolf's arousal was the colossal size of it. Usually, that was more than enough. 


Any second now, he thought, as his nostrils flared with the lingering traces of other males who had enjoyed their treatments in this room previously. His own scent was mixed with them, a hint stronger than the others, a note that made the wolf's nuts churn. They knew where they were, and were responding in the most Pavlovian way possible. He peeled back his lips in a grimace. He needed the otter to be just as easily trained. 






Then, it happened. The otter paused in his ministrations, and Boris was sure that he heard something whispered, a swear word of one form or another. The otter's paws were no longer touching him, but he could feel the otter's body shift, felt the air shift as the otter knelt down next to the massage table. His peeled back lips turned into a smile, as he felt a dull otter claw gently scrape through the tuft of fur between his balls. His cock twitched, and his ear flicked as a dollop of precum splashed arrogantly onto the tiled floor.


"You're gonna need, heh, both hands," he growled. He was acutely, intensely aware of the feeling of the otter's breath against the exposed skin on the side of his balls. He tightened his buttocks, helping to make his cock sway, throbbing urgently, demanding affection. 


"Oh, shit, it's-" The otter said, and Boris could feel the vibration of the otter's voice, tickling against the solid flesh of his nut. He clenched his kegels, and his scrotum tightened, drawing his colossal eggs up, showing off just how easily he could manipulate his own monstrously sized eggs. He felt whiskers, felt his nut slide against the otter's nose, lurching upwards and booping against the otter's snoot. 


Then, the wolf smelled more fluid spattering against the floor. And it wasn't his. He was sensitive enough to feel every drop of precum as it flowed out of his shaft, and this steady, quick spatter of seed was not his. He smelled the fresh, sweet smell of otter cum around the time he figured out what was causing the sound. 


"Are you serious?" He asked. "Did you really just fucking cum?"


"Oh! I'll - I'll be right - right back!" The otter stammered, pushing himself back up to his feet. His black nylon pants were open, his short stubby dick splashing seed in copious squirts, as he stumbled back towards the door. "Oh god!"


The otter flung open the door, giving Boris a view down the hallway, and took off running. 


"Wait-" Boris demanded, but the otter was already long gone. The door swept back, the tip of it sliding over the pile of clothes that Boris had left in front of it. The muscle shirt, the spandex shorts, the jock. By themselves, not much, but all together they were just enough of an obstacle to slow the door down, gumming it up and leaving it wedged open, just a foot or so. Now anyone could look in, and see the wolf on the table, and see his massive junk, just hanging out in the open for anyone to admire and fawn over. "God dammit."


The wolf's nuts began to ache. Boris had been having a moment, had felt that he was about to finally get off, and now he was left literally hanging. He reached down, trying to grasp at his dick, but he couldn't quite reach it around the width of the wide massage table. His tail flicked in irritation, the ache in his balls making him feeling snarly and snappy again. Whoever the otter sent in to take care of him was going to get an earful.


He was so busy fussing over who was going to come in to take care of him that he actually missed Taika's entrance completely. The snake had slipped in through the door tidily, finding the stench of the wolf and cum's arousals an intoxicating, irresistible potion. Where there was cum, there was balls, in most instances. The snake slowly curled around the room, sizing up the monstrous eggs that hung only a foot or so above the floor. What a peculiar gift, presented so neatly for the snake. 


It tasted the air, tongue flicking out against the side of the wolf's pouch, tasting the testosterone that soaked clean through the bared skin. Oh, this was a ripened one. These eggs should have been gobbled down years ago; devoured like the juicy treats that they were. Instead, they had fermented in their own juices, growing larger and heavier and saltier with each passing moon, until they were close, perhaps, to bursting. 


There was no way that anyone could see what Taika was about to do next as anything other than a favor for the wolf. 


Still, with such densely loaded and ripened fruits, the snake would need to be careful. Squeeze too firmly, and they might rupture. Pull too fast, and the cords that connected them to the wolf's body might tear free at the testicle, rather from deep inside the wolf's groin. Carefully, slowly, Taika began to paint the wolf's scrotum with its warm, oozing saliva.


"Oh, there you are," The wolf growled. His dick twitched, hard, as he felt a wet tongue begin to lap against his fat scrotum. He didn't smell the otter, other than the pungent sperm that the masseuse had left cooling under his table. "Did he tell you what happened? I'm very disappointed."


A paintbrush of a tongue licked up the left side of his scrotum. Softly, slickly, up to the top of his sack. It was... relaxing, in a way.


"I feel like this entire session should be comped," he gruffed. The tongue licked again, this time up the right side. It painted his scrotum with that slick, wet goo, that tickled and tingled against his naked skin. The ache in his balls seemed to intensify, as if to challenge the soothing pleasure of that slow, fawning, submissive lick. 


They ignored his cock, despite his erection still jutting stubbornly downwards, despite being half knotted and only in need of a few firm strokes. "I don't think giving me a handjob now is going to make up for the embarrassment and emotional trauma that I have been subjected to," he said, his cock straining needily, begging for a touch. It didn't work. He didn't feel anything, except that tongue on his sack. Was this really all he was going to get? Some kind of tongueing? Could he even cum from that?






Taika didn't care if he could or not. The snake smacked its lips, eyeing up the soggy, saggy wolf sack. The muscles of the scrotum were already softening, weakening from the enzymes that infused through the surface of the skin and into the local blood stream. This was going to be a lot to deal with, all at once, so Taika was going to have to deal with these monstrous morsels one at a time. Each testicle was wider than the snake was, and while Taika was completely assured of his capabilities, there was no reason to be reckless.


The scrotum was the first to go. Gently, slowly, Taika munched his lips into the neck of the wolf's scrotum. He was extremely careful not to bite through the nerves, veins or tendons, none of the precious cabling that kept the balls ripe and ready to go, but he peeled the scrotum away in the way one might pull a soggy paper napkin away from a particularly greasy parcel of fried chicken stolen from the local buffet. It was painless, of course, the saliva saw to that, and the muscular shroud was already so relaxed and limp that Boris did not notice any shifting pain of extra weight hanging from his cords as his balls were exposed and allowed to dangle in the open air. The wolf was still vying for special accreditation, some unique pay off that would help him forget all about the inconvenience of the otter climaxing on the floor underneath him.


He had no idea that he was already in the middle of being very specially accommodated already. His scrotum was gone, the soft skin, worn smooth from years of cumbersome weights rubbing against powerful thighs, stained with a decade of seed, of sweat, of need and testosterone. It was slurped up as easily as a bit of chicken skin, swallowed in a compact little wad that slithered quickly down the slippery tube of Taika's gullet to nestle in against the ram's testicle, swallowed only minutes earlier. 


That left the balls themselves. The urge to sink fangs into them, to drain them dry in wet, slurpy, noisy gulking gulps, was almost overwhelming. Taika would enjoy watching them shrink down, crumpling from behemoths into berries, disintegrating into pure nourishment for the snake while the wolf prattled on overhead. But. 

Taika had not swallowed a pair this large before, and the challenge in doing so was even more irresistible. The snake nuzzled in between the two dangling orbs, enjoying the warmth of the bulky swingers as they rubbed against his cheeks. He turned to his left, licking against the swollen, smooth gray flesh of the wolf's naked left testicle, then turned to the right, to taste the other. This one. 


There was no particular reason, it just happened to be the one he tasted second. Taika opened his maw, jaw slipping back out of its socket once more. He flexed the muscles that stretched his jaws open, pressing his lips against the ball in a slick, wet kiss. The ball stretched out in every direction, but Taika's lips spread wider, wider, as he half enveloped, half sucked in the big meaty egg.


Boris wasn't sure what it was that the new guy had painted his balls with, but they tingled pleasantly. The stroke down along his scrotum had been bracing, refreshing even, but his nuts just ached even heavier, the cords far too full, far too stretched with the weight of his balls now. 


"I'm enjoying the foreplay, but my session is almost up, and I'm not even knotted yet. Can you please help me get my rocks off?" The wolf asked, back to being irritated. Internally, he was scratching a line through his next two plans to visit here. He would give them a half a year off, let them stew on the inconvenience they'd given him in forcing him to wait so long.


Underneath the table, his right nut was half embedded in the mouth of a snake. The red scaled glimmered in the fluorescent light, a massive bulge filling the snake's jaws to their widest limit, his throat skin tight around the huge organ. The ram and kangaroo eggs that were only a half a foot or so down the snake's throat were completely dwarfed in comparison, as the pomelo sized orb was slowly, painfully fitted down into the snake's stretchy gullet. The pressure of being compressed into the too-narrow throat should have had the wolf in tears, but his dick continued twitching, oozing syrupy precum in a slowly flagging expectation of being professionally handled.  


The cord tugged loose from deep inside the wolf's groin, slithering out through the soft spot where the scrotum had used to be, the flesh sealing up behind it as it dropped down into the snake's maw. Taika's face slowly reformed around the mass of nut meat that it had swallowed, eyes and nose and chin and cheeks slowly sliding back together towards the far side of the testicle. He'd done it. He'd gobbled it down.


The comically inflated bulge was in his throat now, the snake's lips sealing together with a smug, satisfied smile, as the testicle was pushed eagerly down his throat. His stomach would squeeze, and pull, and grind at the organ over time, breaking it down - past the ram and roo balls, the bear and pet wolf's balls were already more of a slurry than anything else, their bulges having shrunk, softened, and fused together into a soft mass that was indistinguishable from the slurried remains of Torus' initial offering. 


Taika clenched his jaws together, briefly 'reholstering' his jaw back into it's original spot, to helpfully force the massive slippery egg deeper down his gullet. Then, he unhooked it again, and began to yawn, mouth gaping wider and wider as he prepared to eat the second of the wolf's prized orbs.


Boris had had lots of chances to pass on his genes. Female wolves, dogs of all breeds honestly, had thrown themselves at him for years. Perhaps it was for the chance to be connected to his month, perhaps it was just to ride his magnificent bone, or perhaps it was to be able to carry his young with pride. Boris didn't care; he enjoyed turning them down, loved knowing that they vied for his seed but had no chance to have it. He would have chosen someone, eventually. After all, there was always someone eager to catch his nut.








Taika suckled the wolf's broad virility into it's mouth with such eagerness, such hunger, that for one brief moment it seemed that the nut would simply explode with the force of the snake's suction. It didn't, and after a momentary pause, the snake pushed upwards, coils surging his mouth up to push the nut up against the underside of the wolf's cock. The nut he was eating now had pushed flush up against the first nut, the one he had eaten first, and there was simply no room for them both. He had to use the first to tamp the second down. The hot, slippery egg ground against Boris' cock, stroking firmly against the bulbs of his knot and flattening them up against the underside of the table. It wasn't to give the wolf any pleasure, it was purely just a prop that Taika needed to help stuff both of the wolf's nuts further down his throat.


Boris didn't know that, though. The wolf grunted, as he felt something, something.... something smooth and hot press up against his knot. It was almost enough to tie with, the wolf grinding his hips down against the table, frustrated that his dick was bent at such a weird angle.


"Come on, a little bit, you can do it, just keep... keep rubbing..." he grunted, feeling the pressure of the impending orgasm brewing in his loins. This was subpar, at best, but as long as they kept pushing, sliding that... thing against his knot, he was gonna be able to get off to it. 


In Taika's throat, the two testicles were plowing through the already stretched gullet, forcing it to distend around them. Taika was built for this, even impressively large one like this, but not everything in his throat was. The ram's ball, softened with heat and gentle kneading, was pushed into by the wolf's stolen egg. The rounded orb pushed into the softened egg, trying to force it deeper, through the snake's throat, but the ram just wasn't built quite as tough as Boris. The stolen testicle compressed, flattened against the muscular contraction that was holding it in place.... and popped. The warm slurry of ruined testicle created a fantastic slippery paste for the still intact wolf ball to slide into though, and that was all Taika needed to cram the rest of the second nut into his mouth. 


Boris' cock twitched, his knot bulbs fully inflated and his dick and angry shade of purple. He couldn't see that, but he could feel it, the wolf keening in need as his remaining testicle was siphoned away, pulled free without him even realizing it. "Come on, I need this!" The wolf was only able to rub his dick a fraction of an inch along that smooth slickness, and then the texture of it changed. It felt, weirdly, like something was sliding over... the thing that was rubbing against him. Something that felt like... lips? Lips, kissing against the underside of his dick. And then it was gone.


Boris' cock twitched, his orgasm so damned close, his dick uselessly twitching and spurting solid shots of clear, sterile precum into the tile floor behind him. The massive testicles that had provided him so much seed and horniness, pride and pain over the years, no longer hung beneath it. The wolf's fruit branch had been plucked clean, his gorgeous stonefruits harvested and gobbled. 


That was when the door swung open, as the resort director stepped in. The weasel was sleek and cagey, fingers already interlaced in fawning apology, the buttered words on his lips dropping to the floor as he saw what had happened to his biggest and most profitable customer.


"Oh, god. Taika, who let you loose?" The weasel stammered, as the massive snake slithered past his legs. He leapt to the side, away from the snake, the door swinging closed as he did so. The snake was clearly in the middle of feasting, and the resort director knew all too well what the line of bulges that dotted down the length of the snake's belly meant, what was making those bulges. Especially the two massive ones, so close to the snake's mouth. The bulges that it must have just finished claiming. The weasel looked back at Boris' dangling dick, with nothing behind it, then to the snake. "Oh, fuck."


The snake managed to block the door, slithering just in time to block it from slamming closed. It bonked against his skin that was stretched so tautly around the wolf's freshly snagged testicle, leaving a wide dent in the overstuffed egg. Takia would be bruised, later, but for now, he slinked forward, surging his way out of the room. The door slid slowly over that dented nut, before nestling in between it and the first big wolf nut Takia had snagged. Takia didn't have the time or space to back up or to try to squirm free, so instead, he forced himself forward. There was thirty feet of snake behind that bulge, forcing forward, and the door ground firmly into the side of that ball. 


There was a soft rupturing sound, as something yielded and popped inside the snake's belly. The first stolen nut, ripened past the point of structural stability and already softening inside the snake's belly, broke down, disgorging its pressurized innards into the belly of the snake with a wet, grisly splattering sound.


"Wait, what's that?" Boris asked from the table, watching as the red serpent slithered out of the room, disappearing into the hallway. "Is that... is that what was licking my dick?"


The door slipped closed, and the resort director sighed in relief, giving his bulge a brief pat and then making the sign of the cross over it. "Thank goodness. Uh, sir..." He turned back to Boris. "It appears there's been a... complication. Please allow me to offer you a week in our super deluxe suite, uh, on the house...."


Taika waddled down the hallway, pleased that he didn't have to deal with such boring negotiations. The snake smelled what it wanted, and took it, and finally he was free to take everything he wanted. Because he was a tiger snake, and he wanted... everything.


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Ryan was laid out, naked and totally relaxed, as Eddy moved to the final step of his quarterly shearing. Most officials had the opinion that sheep, even oversized breeds like Suffoks, only required a shearing once a year to keep their wooly coats from getting out of hand and leading to health problems. Maybe twice a year, if you were vain and wanted to look like you actually had hips and a waist instead of being just a white sphere with a black face sticking out the top. 


Ryan was not a white sphere with a black face sticking out the top. Ryan was a professional bodybuilder. Well, maybe not quite professional, quite yet, but he was getting there. His DikDoks of him working out were starting to pick up momentum, and he had even been sent a vegan pre-workout supplement by a company that wanted him to sponsor them. They had every reason to; Ryan spent a lot of time on his body, and it showed. Thick pecs, powerful thighs, a perky butt that showed off his cute little stub tail; there was a lot to take in, and people were enjoying do it.


That's why he didn’t want all that effort and care to vanish under thick, dense, unalgorithmic wool for nine months out of the year. Every time he trimmed back his fuzz, his views and reshares jumped, so he knew it was worth the money to do it, but the hard part was finding a place to actually get it done. The first place he'd gone to had tried to, for lack of a better term, 'poodle' him, sculping his fur into billowing swells that made him look like a fun house mirror. The second had been a guy in a trailer, and he'd spent most of his time horking on Ryan's dick. That had been nice, but it wasn't what Evan wanted to pay for. He could get dick horking for free, after all.


Then he'd found the Fuzzy Polemo. Then, he'd found Eddy. The rottweiler was a saint with jowls. Sure, it was pricey to shell out the money for a full-body shear down, especially four times a year, but it made him look good, and that put money in his wallet. Money to indulge in the best grooming on the island.


The first time Ryan came in, he’d gotten the large overbearing rottie who’d given him a look over and snorted. He was a chubby, older man, with a docked tail, docked ears, and cropped fur on his forearms. The canine was sterilizing a straight razor in a glass of blue water as he regarded Ryan with an appraising stare. 


“Not sure what you want from me, sir," Eddy said. He took the blade out of the alcohol and wiped it down with a towel. "You are already in top shape. Looks like you were groomed, oh, three months ago?"


Ryan grinned. "Yup. Three months, on the dot. The thing is..." He walked up to the groomer, and locked his right arm in a powerful flex. He took the dog's wrist, from the hand not holding the blade, and pulled it to his bicep. Then, he flexed harder. The dog's eyebrows shot up to almost above his ears. "I want to really shot off." He didn't need to say anymore. From then on, Eddy took good care of him. 


The breeze from the large fans set up in the room felt exquisite against freshly exposed skin. Only an inch of thick dense wool over every inch of his body, save for a thicker coat starting at his shoulders and up his neck and cuffs at his wrists and ankles that only served to highlight the raw mass of the rest of him. The room smelled like eucalyptus oils and shaving supplies, and the wordless instrumental background music was soothing enough to fall asleep to, which, admittedly, Ryan was prone to doing, much to his embarrassment. 


Fortunately, it’d been Eddy who was taking care of him each of those times and not someone else, someone who might’ve made him feel awkward about it. Eddy was just... an awesome guy. Older than his dad, but still cool. He was confident, but quiet, doing his job smoothly, efficiently, and neatly. He didn't fuss much with small talk, letting Ryan's mind wander while the canine took care of him. 


Heck, the old dog even gathered up all of Ryan's sheared wool and packed it up for him to take home each time, in a neat little tupperware container. It was a little touch that went to show how dedicated Eddy was to his craft; after all, even the most alpha of sheep (like him) still knew how to knit. Nothing made chicks swoon more than a tight turtleneck wool sweater you made yourself, from yourself.


This wasn't the right time to think about girls, though. Ryan pushed them out of his mind. Eddy was about to get started on what Ryan considered to be the most important part of his quarterly grooming, and that was the worst time to let his brain stew on things like big tittied girls with thicc hips and shaved pussies and dammit, no.


Ryan was leaning back in the groomer's barber chair, with his his thick legs spread, his feet propped up on two stirrups that lifted his powerful thighs up and elevated his waist area. It gave Eddy access to everything, without forcing either of them to endure any unnecessary touching or fondling. The rottie had his shaving brush and oils and straight razor on a tray nearby, and was just now cupping Ryan's eggs between his soft, warm paws. He was applying the shaving oil, his fingers squeezing and rubbing into the sheep's scrotum just enough to fully lather them up with the slippery sauce. 


The oil was unscented - Eddy had explained long ago that there was no reason to use anything other than plain, clean canola oil on a man's ball-sack, on account of not wanting impurities to get absorbed by the skin. The dog was very thorough in getting that oil in, the length of each ball resting along the older dog's palms, as fingers rubbed and tucked and kneaded against the ungulate's precious masculinity.


Then, he started shaving. Ryan loved this part. All he could see was the top of the dog's head, but he knew that Eddy was staring intently, right at his balls, holding them softly in one hand while the edge of that curved razor slowly scythed the hair off of the soft skin. His balls were heavy, and his bag was full, which meant there were only wrinkles up near the top, at the neck - Eddy always took care of those last. It was pure vanity, but getting everything extra trimmed down around his dick so that it could fully hang in all its glory was as critical to his grooming routine as showing off his pecs and biceps and abs was. Shaving his nuts like this meant that he could feel every tastebud of whatever girl was lucky enough to get to suck on them next. He wondered which bar he should go to, after this? Which one was the best one to really get his nuts 'taken care of'?


Yeah, it was vanity, but he was allowed to be vain; he had some awesome fucking nuts. They weren't ridiculously oversized - he could still wear sweats and swim trunks if they were baggy and such, but they were heavy, fat, and long. His buddies in highschool made fun of the shape of his eggs, but that’s just because they had those inferior spheres so many species were stuck with. His balls were just as wide as theirs are - wider in most cases - but twice as long. 


So yeah, there was a lot there, and while the rest of the grooming session took about thirty minutes all together, this last part took Eddy just about as long, and Ryan appreciated that. He appreciated that Eddy was a professional who was willing to take his time and take it slow and do it right. By the time he was done, there was never an iota of wool left. Sometimes a hair would be laying against the skin, especially in the back, and the next day they'd be prickling and poking against his nuts as Ryan took on the treadmills. Not with Eddy. His nuts stayed good and smooth for weeks under the old dog's careful ministrations. 


Heck, the old timer didn’t even mind the fact that, in the face of the feeling of air against his freshly exposed skin, and the pure relaxed contentment, and maybe a bit from the feel of the dog’s fingers holding, brushing, and nudging about down there, the sheepram ended every session at least partially hard. Even now, he was vaguely struggling to keep his dick from twitching and swelling up. It wanted to, all the motivation and sensations were there, but Ryan had to mentally disconnect himself from it. He didn't want to throw wood in front of Eddie, even if the old dog had seen it all before.


Still, the way the dog was shifting his fat sack from one paw to the other, the way he was just gently curling his fingers around the bulk of his balls, and then pulling them back slightly to draw the scrotum taut over his eggs, it was... it was something else. His dick twitched, swelling out a bit more, the brown flesh filling with blood despite his best efforts to ignore it. Then, Eddy's fingers slid up from the bulk of his balls, up to the neck of his scrotum. He always did that just at the end, but today his thumb ended up pushing up, briefly, against the underside of the sheepram's cock-base. It was just a touch, really, as Eddy repositioned his fingers to grip the neck of his sack and pull it down taut, but it was enough to tell his brain that he was about to have sex.


His dick swelled out, then. The thumb immediately slid down, gripping around his scrote and pulling down along it, and he felt the edge of that razor blade pushing right there, right where his sack joined the underside of his dick. It wasn't a hand, or a mouth, but it was something, and his dick throbbed, and he could feel the head of it pushing further up his belly. It slid past his navel, and Ryan groaned, because when his dick had extended that far, it was going to continue fully extending. He was now throwing massive wood in front of his groomer. Again. Fortunately, the only reaction from his groomer was a soft 'hrrf' sound, those fingers holding everything taut as he wait for Ryan to settle down. Ryan grunted in that 'sorry for boning up in front of you, no homo' kind of way, and after a few seconds, Eddy continued his process. Effortlessly professional.


After slowly grooming down over the neck of the sack, Eddy let the stud's nuts hang down over the small chrome bar that was used to adjust the height of the chair, the big eggs loose and saggy enough to hang over the edge. This wasn't something that any other groomer had done, but Eddy had explained the first time he did it that it was important to get a swipe of the razor over relaxed, unstretched skin, to help ensure that the hairs were fully shorn. Eddy switched the razor to his other hand, which was now free, and began slowly stroking the blade along the ram's offered pouch, the sharp edge of it pausing here and there, just pressing gently into the soft scrotum as Randy focused on his breathing up above.


Eddy was maybe halfway through  second ball when he let out an ugly snort. Confused, Ryan lifted himself up on his elbows to look down at him, part of his mind admiring the way his chiseled abs crunched into sharp definition from the movement. "Shit, am I precumming again?" He steadfastly ignored the way his dick twitched, flopped out and near full hard against his stomach.


Eddy glanced up at the sheep's long dick, dry and unstroked, a trail of precum oozing into Ryan's navel. "Nah. Nah, it's not you, kid. Err, sir." He cleared his throat.  Ryan had always insisted that it was okay to be chill around him, but Eddy was an awful stickler for ‘propriety’ for someone who did full body grooming. "The new guy left me with an empty jar of finishing oil, is all. I need it. Look, you're nearly finished and if you want to hop out with your nuts unglazed, I can just clean you up and send you on your way..."


Ryan blinked, lazily, then scoffed. "What?" nodded, "Oh, well, if you think you're shooing me outta here without you soaking my balls in that fancy finishing cream, you're out of your mind. That stuff keeps my scrotum satin soft for a week. I can wait. You go get your  oil. Oh, just make sure this extra time isn't being billed or whatnot."


Eddy put the blade to the side, and zipped up his work pouch. He twisted away from Ryan as he stood up, moving to the sink to wash his hands. "Of course not, this is on me for not checking of course," he said, his voice strained, irritated. Ryan hadn't seen that side of the old dog before. The rottweiler dried his hands on a big white plush towel, and then gave Ryan a squeeze on the shoulder as he walked past him. "It won't take more than a minute."
Eddy kicked the doorstop into place as he left. It was enough to keep the door from closing and locking Eddy out, but not enough, but not so wide that anyone passing by in the hallway would get an eyeful of the exposed mountain oysters on display. Eddy had learned about the perils of that decades ago.


However.


It did mean the door was still open enough for the faint scent of freshly shaved, naked sheep nuts to drift out into the halls. Ryan waited till a ten count after the door shut to reach down and then reached down, under his dick. The dog's handling had left a slick of oil nestled at the base of his cock, and pressing into it, he was able to smear a thin patina of it up along the underside of his shaft, nice and slow and smooth. He could feel the oil clinging to his sac, a thin hug of canola that protected his big eggs from the cool air of the grooming room. It was all just so comfortable, so relaxing. An errant though flickered up into his head. He's always wanted to crank one out, after a shearing session. He hadn't - he was sure that he'd be kicked out and probably banned for life - and it wasn't something that he thought he could just ask Eddy about. The old dog was pretty cool, but Ryan doubted he was 'sure, jack off while I clean up your wool' levels of cool. But now, without anyone else in the room for a bit, well, just a little light touching wouldn’t hurt. 


He laid his head back and slowly teased his shaft, missing it when the partially opened door was pushed further open by something too low to the ground to see from the groomer’s bench. He didn't have anything to think about, he was just enjoying the way he felt. He could feel the solid bulk of his nuts as they rested, stretched over the metal bar down under the edge of the chair. They were hanging in a way that gave him a pleasant ache, the cords drawn just a little too taut to be completely comfy, and that achiness more or less just kept sending a signal to his brain, an urge to reach down and jack off, or lift up his balls, or something. Instead, he taunted himself, walking on the wire's edge of arousal with a single finger tracing slowly up towards the broad cap of his dick. 


It was such a shame he didn't, honestly. As Eddy scrounged around in his locker for a bottle of KY, his erection painfully stuffed down the inseam of his pants, and as Ryan enjoyed the feeling of a slow pulse of blood filling out his dick just a little bit further, Taika lazily coiled around the base of the chair, a soft musk permeating the air alongside Ryan's. The individual bulges that dotted down the snake's body, or what was left of them, nudged the door open an inch or so further than the girth of the snake's body itself, but Ryan didn't notice. 


What a treat. After an hour of deftly lurching, striking out, hiding in the shadows, after all the subterfuge, it was nice to have such a delicious treat just laid out for him. This was the treatment that Taika expected, and so very rarely received. The snake opened his jaws, the muscles still tender from over extending with the last one's hefty parcels, and brough the slick, dark, gaping wet chasm up over the ram's plump testes.


Ryan didn't even feel the soft, slow, inexorable glom of the snake's maw as it gently closed down around the bottom half of his freshly shorn testes. The long lemons were angled perfectly, just wide enough to almost not slide easily into the serpent's slimy maw. The snake's tongue was there to help, curling nimbly up and over the oily black skin of Ryan's scrotum, lazily tightening and gripping around the stud's fat scrotum.


Ryan relished in the feel of his finger, the light touch coiling up along his cock as he traced just the fingertip along the dark flesh. His erection was ramrod stiff, now, but as long as he didn't actually grab it, this didn't count as jacking off. There was plausible deniability. He clenched his other fingers together, fighting hard not to grab himself, and instead, he stroked his finger tip along the stiff, rubbery flesh just under his glans, lazily sliding it back and forth.




Taika gulped. The sheep's balls had been pulled most of the way into the snake's stretching, snug jaw, the twin bulge of them already distending the serpent's throat, and now it gripped down and pulled those bals out of the grip of his tongue and into his throat. This pulled the snake's mouth upwards, lips sliding along smooth, hairless skin, the snake's snout nudging up into the soft patch of oil, the exact same spot that Eddy had touched only minutes earlier. The dog had missed his chance to enjoy the ram's big balls, permanently. Now the heavy morsels were claimed by the snake, and it wasn't with any fanfare that the snake's lips sealed together, pinching that entire scrotum off of the sheep's groin.


Ryan felt that nudge, barely, in the back of his mind, and thought that perhaps the groomer had come back. His dick tightened, the bulbous dome straining hard, seeking sensation of any kind, flagging for the attention of its owner, but Ryan just pulled his hand back and tucked it behind his head. He opened his eyes, expecting to have the older dog there, expecting to need to explain why he was handling himself, but... there was nothing there. Nobody was touching his dick. It must have been his imagination. He looked down at his dick, pleased at just how handsome it was in its fully erect state.


He could kind of feel his balls resting on the bar, still. It was a strange feeling, like the sensation you get when your arm falls asleep, but you still know it's there. The sensation of them being tugged, and hanging out in the open, was there, but there was no update of that sensation. There was no reason to think that his balls weren't still there, he had even less reason to think that his balls were being swallowed whole, that the big red snake that had snuck into the room with him was gently swallowing the whole of his prized unguline virility down its gullet with the same level of fanfare as one might eat a tootsie roll.


There would be no more hot chicks hanging off his nuts at the bar, tonight. If he was lucky, his erection would last long enough for him to get it slobbed by someone before it wilted away forever. Perhaps, if Eddy made it back in before it had wilted completely away, the old dog would help him out. Geldings had always been a deep, secret kink for the polite elder canine, after all. Seeing that nothing where there should be a patch of skin, a wound, or more regularly, a ball-sack, was likely to have that straining, knotted erection tucked down his pants leg spitting out dog semen.


In the meanwhile, though, the door behind Ryan swung slightly more open, one extra bulge nudging it a bit wider, as Taika slithered out of the room. The snake had no time to sit and chat; the smell of sheep nuts had pulled the snake into the room, but just as it had entered to claim Ryan's orbs, it had smelled something even more potent: Stallion.




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The spa area of the resort consisted of a large round courtyard, the center of which had a large, circular pool that gleamed a bright blue in the bright sun shine. Around the outside of the courtyard was a ring of individual rooms to be used for massaging, mani/pedis, saunas and etc. Inside the ring of rooms, but outside of the pool, there was areas for sunbathing, a high salt mineral soak, a water therapy tub, and a jacuzzi. The jacuzzi was adjacent to the small building that was used as a sensory deprivation therapy pool, where an otter bobbed quietly in the water, faintly curious about the strange tugging sensations at his plump nut-sack. 


In the jacuzzi was a white rat, her arms spread wide across the back of the jacuzzi, her breasts bobbing nakedly on the surface of the frothing, churning water. She was grinning, watching as a roan stallion tentatively lowered a foot into the water on the opposite side of the jacuzzi. The side closest to the building behind them. 


"Oh, this is hot, isn't it?" Heral asked, letting his reddish calf sink into the water. "Maybe too hot? This isn't gonna scald my boys is it?" 


"It might, but I think they can handle it," the rat chuckled. Her eyes glinted mischieviously, as the stallion carefully shifted his center of mass over the edge of the hot tub. "It's gonna be easier if you lose the towel."
"Oh." Heral looked down at it, the red fur on his cheeks not quite hiding the blush. "Of course, ha." He fidgeted, half in the jacuzzi, half out, with the bulk of his junk squashed between his dry leg and the wood paneling of the outside of the jacuzzi. "Why not? When in rome, et cetera."


"Et cetera," the rat agreed, watching as the stallion tossed the wide towel to the side. His tail flicked upwards behind him, but if he was anxious about being naked around her, he was doing a decent job of hiding it. "Come on, Heral, I know how stud brains work. You're all primed and ready to go, but she's still getting her nails done, so... we got half an hour to kill."


She licked her lips, as she caught a peek of the horse's equipment. The very top of the horse's burgundy and merlot colored shaft, the thickness of it making her guts clench in private excitement. "Besides, as your acting manager, I feel like I am entitled to the sight of my star player's junk. I gotta make sure you got the goods, right?"

Heral scoffed, as he reached down and scooped up his big, fat, saggy horse balls, holding them in his paws and lifting them up into the air above the edge of the jacuzzi. Freila's eyes widened, like every chick's eyes always did, as she took in the sight of them. His dick rested between them, the long dangling hose slapping against the plastic jacuzzi before splashing into the water. "Yeah, I do. These balls paid for our trip out here. 'The goods' barely begins to describe it, and you know it." The stallion held his equipment up, well, as much of it as he could, and swung his other arm over and into the water. He stabilized his feet on the ridged bottom of the tub, and then let his double pawful sink into the bubbling water. 
It stung, enough for him to wince, his lips pulled back in a grimace at the intense sensation of so much wet heat, but after a few seconds, it shifted into a pleased sigh and a wide smile. His balls rumbled around, floating just under the surface of the water, but his dink was a dark, purplish line that sank straight towards the bottom. 


He was magnificent, and he knew it. Freila looked him over, letting herself sink down into the hot water, enjoying the bubbles tickling their way up along her back and rubbing against the underside of her buttocks, her thighs, her breasts. He was leaning back, looking over the courtyard with his hands on the rim of the jacuzzi, his prized package just hanging down in the water.


"You know," Freila said, pushing slightly away from the wall and letting herself tread water in the deeper center of the jacuzzi. "The client, she's hoping to keep things tidy." She gestured between the horse's legs. "She said she's concerned that you might leave her... dripping."


"That's the idea," Heral scoffed. He slipped fingers under his dick, lifting the long, arching, limp length of it up out of the water. "When horses cum, they cum a lot. She's gonna be pressure washed from the inside out."


"Mmhmm," Freila said, as she sank down into the water, letting it cover her breasts, her shoulders, her throat, until just her eyes and mouth peeked out over the roiling surface. With him sitting, perched on the edge of the tub as he was, she had direct line of site, right to his equipment. "Well, she said she only wants 'the good stuff'. You've been saving up, right?"
"Well, yeah, that's normal. Two weeks backed up, and then a couple days edging before hand. It makes my balls ache, but it maximizes the load." He reached under the surface, wrapping his hand around the bulk of his left nut, giving the dense, virile egg a pleasant squeeze. "My boys are fully loaded. Super charged."


"Yeah, well, I'm sure they are. But maybe we can uncharge them a bit. You know, let the foamy head out a bit, so that what she's getting gushed up inside her is just the hardcore fertile sperm."


"That's insulting," he said, the red furred stallion snorting through his nostrils and looking around the pool area. "Every drop of my seed is valuable, and was paid for in advance. You can't possibly be suggesting reducing on my output?"


"I am," she said. "Look, you're well known for the, ah, copiousness of your ejaculations. If we reduced it by fifteen percent or so, it would still be an, ah, excessive amount."


His hand remained wrapped around his nut, and he gave it a soft pull, helping stretch it away from his body, stretching it in the water. "Yeah. That's why, like, ninety percent of my clients choose me over Tyrone, MacPhearson, and Gurdelle. My genes are peak, but it's the delivery system that really catches their eye. It's very hard not to be impregnated when there's a quart of horse foam caulking up your insides."


"Beautifully descriptive, as always. Let's cut back on the foam." She moved forward, swimming closer to him, and her small, sleek fingers closed around his own, giving it a squeeze. The stallion grunted; she had not touched him before, certainly not like this. "Trust me on this one, Heral. She's a smaller lass, and she's anxious that if you cum too much, you might flush her out entirely."


"That's not possible-" Heral laughed, the whicker turning into a groan as she slipped her other hand around his other ball.


"Right, but people have ideas and it's hard to convince them otherwise. You know I am asking this purely in a professional manner, but, I think you should... crank one out. Let off some steam, pump out some of the old seed you got backed up in your prostate, and let's let her have a nice good blast of the really fresh stuff."


"Damn, you got strong fingers for a mouse," Heral said, but she could see the mirth in his eyes as he leaned further back against the jacuzzi. "Tell ya what, I don't normally crank myself, not when I can get paid to let someone else do it for me. For you, though, since you're my boss..."


"That's right, I'm your boss," Freila enthused, as she slowly stroked her palms against his eggs. Her slender fingers were blended and refracted by the roiling water, just blotches of white and pink combined with the dark brown of his saggy balls. They felt so good in her paw, so dense and wide. They reminded her of two very large gumballs, solid and firm but with a slight flexibility that made her want to squeeze. Of course, she didn't. She couldn't. She was professional.


"That feels good," Heral said, as he casually lifted his own flesh up, slapping the long length of it up against his belly, with a wet splat. "I had no idea you were into horse meat. Kind of thought you might swing the other way, honestly."


"Oh, I'm into it, I just don't normally get to quality check the goods." She enjoyed the way his dick throbbed, distending from his sheath to droop down into the foaming water between his thighs. He had always enjoyed being seen as 'goods', as a commodity, as wares to be delegated and haggled over. "Quick to respond, are you as quick to cum as you are to get hard?"

He snorted, folding his arms with a confident grin baring his teeth. "I have complete control. I'm getting hard because I want to." 


Neither of them noticed the metal vent on the wall behind the jacuzzi being nudged to the side from something within. 


"Prove it," Freila said, as she tugged playfully at her double pawful of his balls. "Stand up. Don't touch yourself; I want to see just how excited you can get without touching yourself. If you have complete control, this shouldn't be a problem for you."


Heral rolled his eyes, standing up and stepping into the deeper water. He was tall enough that, even in the deepest part, his groin was above the bubbles, the wet balls pushing heavily down into her paws as she slipped backwards to make room for him. The stallion put his hands behind his head, tightening his abs and flexing his kegels. His heavy, thick snake began to lift itself out of the water, stiffening into a roughly solid fudginess as blood flowed freely down into it. Behind him, a different snake slipped into the water, red stripes glimmering in the roiling water as it approached its newest snack.


Freila enjoyed the feeling of holding the big stud by his balls, her fingers sliding up the slick, satiny neck of his scrotum before curling tight and pulling back down again, pushing the heavy eggs down into water. They brimmed with potency, a certain fullness and heaviness that delighted the rat's greedy fingers. She thrilled in the bulk of them, and was about to comment as such when a huge red and black serpent's muzzle slid up from underneath the stallion's scotum, breaching the water to stare up at her.


The poor white rat was startled, fingers seizing in a primordial terror that the sudden emergence of certain species elicited in rodents like her. A moment of terror, her mouth opening in stunned surprise as she instinctively move to warn Heral, was followed by a flash of recognition. Taika? 


What was the resort mascot doing here? Freila had studied the snake when she had first arrived at the resort, and had been fascinated with the background lore of the unique serpent. A quick internet search had revealed to Freila some additional information about the large serpent, including a crude website where someone could arrange certain kinds of services. Freila had found the whole thing quite amusing, but... why was Taika here?


The red snake tasted the air, then turned away from Freila and to the heavy eggs that the rat had a choke hold on. The reptile coiled upwards, briefly crossing over the rat's thumb to climb up and around the tautly stretched neck of the horse's scrotum. She shivered in the hot water as thoughts bubbled up unbidden. Was the snake here.. intentionally? Had someone decided to feed Heral's masculinity to it? She glanced around the courtyard, but it was dinner time, too cool to lounge pool side, and they were the only ones there.


"You think a little squeezing is going to break my stride?" Heral gloated above her. Freila realized that she was still squeezing the big horse nuts in her paws, was still squeezing them together, but as she settled her gaze back between the stallion's thighs she realized that his balls had a new accessory. Slick, wet, glistening coils of Taika's scales had wrapped snugly around the neck of the horse's scrotum, the weight of the serpent pulling those heavy eggs down into Freila's paws. "That's right, eyes on the prize, boss. If you want me to put on a show, you better be watching every last second of it."


Oh, she was watching, all right. The stallion's hard cock jutted magnificently up and out of the water, just big enough to be impressive but not so big as to be inaccessible, the column a solid and sturdy branch of well used, well appreciated sex flesh. She couldn't keep her focus on it, though, even as Heral swung his hips teasingly back and forth; she only had eyes for Taika. 


Heral was her best asset, her prized stallion in her little for profit harem, and the idea that this snake was going to eat the source of all of the stallion's well deserved pride made her belly tight with excitement. Sure, she had teased the stallion in the past, threatened to geld him if he couldn't keep up his quota, even showed him the generous insurance payout she would get if he were to have one of those unfortunate accidents that seemed to always happen to stallions like him. She realized, suddenly and impulsively, that she wanted to see it happen. Certainly, if Heral were to allow something like that to happen to him, who was she to get in the way. Rather than warn the big stud about the peril that was currently choking around his heavy sac and sizing up two fat, plump eggs for its next meal, Freila decided to switch teams, and help the snake.


"Okay, Heral. You impressed me, I thought for sure a little ball tugging and a little nut squeezing would make that big stud stick of yours go down," she said, licking her lips. She lifted her hands away from the horse's jacuzzi poached eggs, to slowly stroke up along the length of his shaft, eliciting a pleasured whicker from Heral's chest. "You don't mind, right? If your boss gives you a hand in helping you..." She paused, watching the snake shift its coils around the stallion's breeding legacy, "In helping you get off." 


"I was about to demand it. I don't mind putting on a show for ya, pretty lady, but a stud like me does not 'take care of business' on their own." He ground his hips forward, pushing the warm stiffness of his arousal against her fingers. "You're being given a rare opportunity, here."


"Certainly," Freila agreed, as the snake began to open its maw, revealing the glistening, hungry, endless throat inside. 'So many balls have gone down that throat,' she mused, feeling another sodden surge of pleasure at the thought. 'None as magnificent as Heral's, but I bet his balls will be swallowed just as easily as everyone else's.' A moan must have slipped out of her mouth as she stroked her palms against the stallion's velvety skin. She had plenty of experience with dick in the past, and knew offhandedly how to pleasure and titillate a male, and so jerking the stallion off was something she did offhandedly, handling his big hard cock with the same amount of focus and interest as one might fiddle with an umbrella on a sunny day. It was there, and it was nice, but the real show was just underneath.


Heral didn't seem to notice her distraction, or perhaps her lack of interest excited him more, as the stallion's chest puffed up with deep puffs of growing pleasure and arousal. He spread his legs, enjoying the way she had wrapped her tail around the neck of his scrotum, loving the way she was pulling down on it. Oh, yes, she thought she was clever, but nothing slipped past Heral, he had figured out her little trick immediately. It took more than a bit of underwater subterfuge to catch Heral off guard. 


Taika's red lips bloomed, slowly unspooling its head from the rest of its coils, as it sized up the full heft of the eggs it had claimed. The stallion preened up above, unaware that the true performance taking place was the inexorable grip of oblivion that began to engulf his most prize possessions. 


Freila gripped the stallion's shaft, lifting it up and against his belly, pushing her palms against the underside of his cock and stroking it in against his belly, as Taika elasticized its head around the stallion's left nut. Stretched taut, and half numb in the roiling hot jacuzzi water, it bulged out through the snake's cheeks. Perhaps, subconsciously, the stallion was becoming aware of the immediate peril to his testicles, for he pushed his boss's hands away and grasped his cock by the base.


"Freila," he said, his voice husky and deep, "I'm close. So close. You want to taste it, right?" 


He pushed his cock down, the fingers wrapped around the base of his dick pushing against the serpent's coils as he pivoted his shaft down to smear slick precum against the rat's muzzle. Normally, Freila would have no interest in such a thing, but if doing this kept the stallion's attention on her and not on anything else, then she would certainly oblige. Her tongue traced the intimate ridges of the stallion's flared glans, her tightly trimmed teeth rubbing slowly against the very edge of his big muffin top cockhead. His precum was absolutely delicious, a certain tangy coppery sweetness mixed with the soft eggy protein flavors. 


With her mouth now taking the position of her fingers, her hands were free again, and she reached down beneath the water, to cup around the stallion's heavy nuts. One was still there, a rounded and glassy billiard ball beneath the water that roiled excitedly around them, but the other was just... a bulge. His left nut was now just a bulge in the snake's throat. Freila gently caressed, stroking down the snake's chin and cupping the bulge, her thighs clenching down with the excitement of feeling her prized stud being gelded right in front of her. It was so sleazy, and she loved sleazy. Sleazy had made her a lot of money.


"Little more, Freila," Heral gasped, his hips bucking slowly, his controlled and measured thrusts belying the need for stimulation. Muscles began to tighten, flexing into rigidity as his body began to prepare for the inevitable release. "Come on, get it in your mouth. I want to feel my seed sliding down your throat."


"Hold back, stud. You want to leave some for the paying customer, right?" Freila teased, as she felt that captured egg be winched slightly further away from his body. Her other hand gave the right egg a squeeze, a fond farewell hug, as the snake's lips began to usurp it away from her. Whatever snarky comment she was going to say next was interrupted by two big, thick fingered horse paws gripping either side of her head, and pulling her mouth and throat down over the full length of his shaft.




"Oh god, you're incredible," Heral said, his voice a resonant baritone as he finally found the release he was seeking for. Beneath the water, Taika pried the second tasty treat out from between Freila's fingers, the silky scrotum helping to pull that precious egg away from the rat handler's grasp. "Fuck, here it comes. You gonna? Can I?"


The question was ridiculous, taunting even, voice lilting up as he held her head in place. His glans was flared as much as it could be in her tight, hot gullet, and the sensation of her tail pulling his balls down so inexorably was perfect. What else could he do, but reward her with a taste of his great and unending bounty? Heral pushed his hips forward, only vaguely feeling the tug at his sack that accompanied it, only vaguely


In Freila's throat, the pulses of the stallion's orgasm marked the end of an empire. His, not hers. She savored the taste of his final seed as a breeding stud, but not as much as Taika savored the eggs that the seed came from. She moaned, feeling the twin bulges that now filled the snake's throat, gripping at the lewd bulges with her fingers as the stallion above gripped her ears.


She knew exactly when the snake bit the horse's balls off. Heral may not have realized what was happening, consciously, but subconsciously he did. She heard a soft whimpering grunt, felt a hard pulse of his cock in her throat, and then felt those trapped bulges begin sliding away from her fingers, down Taika's gullet. She fondled them, massaged them as they slid away, and then pulled herself slick and slorpishly away from the gelding's fat shaft.


The last blast of his seed that she tasted, spurted graciously across her tongue in a thick slippery sheen, tasted... lesser. Watered down, or diluted. Semen lite. It throbbed, flexing up one final time to full erection, then slapped down against her shoulder, the dregs sluicing down her back. 


Beneath the water, the captured eggs slid out of her grasp, and Freila separated herself from Heral, groaning as she saw for the first time the lack between his thighs, the absence of balls that signified the end of his status as a breeding stud in her company. Well, at least, as a breeding top.


"Gods, I'm unstoppable," Heral boasted, gasping as he slumped back to sit on the edge of the jacuzzi again. He was still ridiculously, blissfully unaware that his prized assets were sliding down the digestive track of an indifferent predator. All that prestige, all that potency, now nothing more than snake chow. The secret that Freila and Taika shared about the fate of the horse's balls rested as a burning hot itch between her thighs, a lustful desire that needed to be slake.


"That was magnificent, though of course you know that," she said, approaching him with his seed glazing her lips and shoulders. Heral was grinning widely, relaxedly, his cock laying half hard and gleaming over one thigh. His legs were spread, unintentionally showing off the smooth patch where there had once been balls. He stared at her sex, pleased with how puffy and aroused she was. He knew that he had made her that wet, just with his cock and balls. 
He licked his lips as she stepped up onto the step under the water and dragged his mouth to her nethers, feeding him her lust just as he had fed her his own.


"Hey, I don't-" but he did, now. He should have resisted, would have normally, but something was different now, something had changed, and he felt a soft throb slide through his cock as some dynamic shifted between the two of them. 


Conveniently, her hands kept Heral from seeing the large red serpent slithering out of the jacuzzi just beside him. Two fresh new rounded eggs filled out the snake's belly, the mass of previously collected snacks having slid down the leg. Freila moaned as she saw them, bulge after bulge, each another man's maleness, emerged and displayed to her as the big snake slithered over the edge of the tub. Some of them were larger than Heral's, some smaller, and after the first dozen or so they were less rounded and more oblong. 


Oblong, because they weren't balls anymore,' she realized, grinding herself against Heral's mouth. 'Now they're just mush. Packets of digested gruul. The thought of it nearly broke her, and she filled the suddenly-amicable gelding beneath her's mouth with her slick pussy as she rode out her lust against his lips and tongue. 


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For Sterling, netting the evening gig in the yoga studio had been an absolute triumph. The resort “heist” a few years back had been one of his most successful outings in quite some time, matched only by the party where he’d shared some truly ludicrous horse equipment with a friend. The issue, however, was that being opportunistic didn’t really suit him. Sure, there’s something about having a treat rarely making the treat sweeter, but it wasn’t just about the treat itself.


One doesn’t read a book and jump directly to the climax. For him, every element of the hunt was a worthy endeavor in and of itself. Watching their eyes slowly lose the ability to leave him alone, feeling their gaze and flaunting for them until he knew he had the hook in deep. It was always the most confident ones, rigid paradigms of masculinity that walked with that assertive strut that he always relied on to gauge who would be good targets. Like a hunter who returns to the wilderness even though they can buy their favorite meats at the store, what was the fun in the climax without some rising action to make it more satisfying?


Thus, this gig. The kind of guys he usually saw here were almost always looking for tail of some kind, and while the majority of them were looking for females, there were always the ones who’d heard about the stoat twink doing the evening classes and figured they had a shot at bagging him, of course not knowing was was going to happen to their own bags in the process.


Today’s main course was going to be lupine. He’d noticed the guy as soon as he came in with that walk that told him this guy definitely never skipped leg day. The stoat had to admit he was impressed; he considered himself to be a master at disguising his own intentions, and he almost missed the quick appraising look the wolf gave him. He did not miss the slight quirk on the wolf's lips, though, the kind of quirk that Sterling was used to seeing used by men that did not expect to work hard to get laid.


Perhaps the wolf thought he was the hunter. How quaint.


For now, he put it out of his mind. He would suss the wolf out during the class, and perhaps afterwards, he would make his move. The class was fairly full, a nice selection of male and female participants, various species, various body types, and they seemed eager to get started.


"As we get started, let's take a moment to center ourselves," Sterling said. He started the warm, repetitive music, the rhythmic drums and trilling keyboards and muted flutes swirling through the air as the various participants stood aright. Sterling meandered through this 'crop' of persons, occasionally toughing someone's shoulder to help nudge them into the correct position, or twisting their hips to help them align their chakras. The wolf had taken the back row - the entire back row - with a good six feet between him and the more tightly clustered group of people in front of him. He stood, muscles relaxed, towering over Sterling and all the rest of the group, relaxed and confident. It gave Sterling a chance to check him out more thoroughly.


Brown furred, thick shoulders, shirtless with a big rib cage packedwith broad pectorals. A dark gray unruly thatch of thick fur coiled down between those broad slabs and towards the flimsy green gym shorts that the wolf had decided to pack himself into, for some reason.


It was ridiculous, how absolutely little the shorts did to contain the hulking wolf's package. There was 'obviously flaunting', and then there was this. The nylon bulged obscenely, the overhead lights gleaming in a sharp highlight that snaked along the ridge of a fat tube that snaked up and over the wolf's hip. The shorts' waistband was stretched away from his body with the sheer thickness of the wolf's soft, flaccid cock. Sterling peeked down, shaking his head slightly at the sight of it - the dark red sliver of flesh visible as it peeked out from under the frayed, stretched waistband. 


Sterling reached down, and cupped his palm against the waistband itself, feeling the fudgy warm flesh just on the other side of it. The wolf's eyes swiveled down to regard the instructor, lips peeling back in a knowing, confident smirk as the stoat handled his cock.


"Sir," Sterling said, a professional smile on his face as he gently pushed his palm in against the wolf's hips. "I believe that these shorts are not correct for yoga purposes." He gripped the waistband between the tips of two fingers, and lifted, slowly pulling it up and over the slab of wolf meat. 


"They're super comfortable, and I didn't see a dress code," the wolf rebuffed, his voice deep and low and gravelly. "Do you want me to leave?"

"That won't be necessary," the stoat said. He traced his hand down the length of the wolf's cock, and fuck there was a lot of length to stroke down. It was so warm, throbbing into fresh firmness against his slow tough over the straining nylon. "I just want to make sure that you don't embarrass yourself with any... incidents."


Sterling cupped up with his other hand, his palm pressing against the naked, heavy flesh of the wolf's testicle. It had slipped out through the leg of the wolf's shorts, the dense meat feeling good, real good, against the stoat's palm. 


"What would there be to get embarrassed about? Would you get embarrassed if you were packing half as much as I am, little rodent?" the wolf said, his teeth bared even further in arrogant confidence. 


"I've packed away more," Sterling said. He pushed upwards, slipping that big rounded wolf fruit back up the leg of his short, nudging the heavy egg in against the other. "Just try not to flop out everywhere. Some people won't be as understanding of the needs of large lupine men as I am."






Returning to the head of the class, Sterling began the warm up stretches. He was able to get a good flow going, and the mood in the classroom was upbeat. People were enjoying the simple movements, the pleasant music, and the stoat's vibrant, friendly energy. The wolf in the back did a good job keeping up, looming over the heads of the other patrons as he shifted and moved his massive bulk around in the back of the room. That kind of limberness, on such a large frame, was quite promising, and Sterling had to redirect himself again from thoughts of what kind of fun might be had before he got his meal. Perhaps he would ride that wolf's red rocket, first? Would such a behemoth even fit in the stoat's flexible mustelid ass? It would be fun to find out.


Sterling's rogue thoughts were interrupted by the entrance of a latecomer. Sterling's eyebrows raised, as the door opened slightly in the back of the room. There was a small hallway with stacks of hollow wooden compartments, for storing shoes and bags and so on, which kept the door itself out of view of the rest of the class - only the stoat could see the new comer. Standing in the doorway was a large red serpent. It had clearly just used its mouth to open the door, and the bicep-thick snake pushed the door forward and ahead of itself as it slipped into the narrow hallway. Taika? What was the resort's mascot doing here? And what was it doing opening doors?


The python swung forward and landed on its belly, the mud rugs along the hallway muffling the sound of its landing. Then, it began to scooch closer. Sterling knew the snake was harmless - knew that it had been let out of its cage frequently to explore the courtyard and some of the other areas around the resort, but the stoat was sure that the snake was always closely monitored. Had it slipped loose?


He would have to ring the front desk, but he didn't want to alarm the other guests - right now, they were relaxed, focused, and at ease. Seeing a big serpent sneaking up on them would only cause a panic, and a panic could result in people - or serpents - being hurt. 


"So, our first pose is going to be a 'downwards dog' pose. Yes, yes, that one. Face down, ass up, that is how we do it. Before we begin, make sure that your clothes are comfortable and adjusted correctly."


He said that specifically for the benefit of the wolf in the back, who was showing a long, thick ridge of red as his waistband slid down over the top half of the length of his growing erection. The wolf raised his eyebrows, thumbing at his chest in surprise, and then pulled up on his gymshorts again. 


A blob of chocolatey brown furry flesh slid out the leg of his shorts. Not a hint of nut, the whole damned scrotum. Sterling stared, because who wouldn't, at the mass of solid masculinity that was being so happily bared and flaunted. The wolf's chest puffed out, his chin going up as his eyes narrowed with knowing confidence. 




The snake noticed, as well. Sterling's brows furrowed, as the red scaled snake lifted its head, staring at that swinging, dangling wad of double barrelled wolf meat. The stoat's tail frizzed up as he recognized the look on the snake's muzzle; the serpent looked hungry, and was staring at the wolf's nut-sack in the exact same way that the mustelid himself had, only a few seconds earlier. Sterling realized, suddenly, that he had competition.


"So, I'd like all of you to face this way," Sterling said, keeping his voice relaxed and upbeat. "Drop down to your knees, and rest your elbows on the ground in front of you. You're going to fold your arms, and rest your chin on top of them." The python was approaching the wolf, tongue tasting the air as it honed in on the wolf's massive nuts. "Great, now, pull your knees up, until they're almost against your elbows. Good, good! Now, you just push your butt up into the air. Not just a little bit, all the way up. Pretend that you're climbing a mountain, and there's a big, uh, tiger, trying to bite your butt. Yup, lift your butt ALL the way up, make sure that tiger can't get you."


Sterling circled, slowly but determinedly, around the edge of the classroom, towards the serpent. Everyone was doing the pose, and normally Sterling would be commending them, adjusting their form as necessary, all that kind of stuff. The snake was getting real, real close to the wolf though. It was already positioning between the wolf's spread knees, looking upwards, eyeing up the big rounded wolf nuts that hung nearly to the wolf's knees.


That's when Sterling noticed all of the bulges. There were at least a dozen of them, filling out the serpent's body, large and small lumps that were very specific, particular shapes - at least closer to its muzzle. Towards the serpent's tail, they lost their definition, becoming long, mushy oblongs versus specific objects. These were... balls. Sterling had seen enough bulges sliding down his own throat, in selfies he had taken while he committed the crimes, to recognize the specific shape and size of them. He had heard rumors about Taika. It seemed those rumors were true.


Suddenly, it looked like frozen pizza was back on the table, in regards to his own dinner plans. The snake reared up, examining the big, fuzzy eggs that dangled so provocative in front of it. Sterling forced back a smirk. The serpent's eyes were clearly bigger than its stomach; those balls were each at least as wide as the snake's body was. 


Then again - some of the bulges that were sliding down that endless throat looks like they may have, at one point, been bigger. Sterling stepped closer, standing behind the wolf, his sheath disgorging his cock as he realized he could see the pale pink orbs through the snake's scales. The serpent's body, where it was stretched around the oversized eggs, became slightly translucent. Two grapefruit sized, grapefruit shaped balls were the easiest to make out, and even as Sterling watched, one of them collapsed, slowly rupturing into a slick, warm, chunky goop under the constant massaging onslaught of the serpent's belly.






"You're doing a great job," he said, the words coming out with a detached cheeriness. Was he talking to the yoga students, or the snake itself? Both? The wolf seemed to think that the stoat was speaking to him specifically though, swaying his hips provocatively for the amusement of the yoga instructor standing right before him. The heavy boulders swung and thumped, from one muscular inner thigh to the other, a clear invitation. Sterling wanted to grab them, to snag that sack by the neck, pull down and slice.


The snake was faster. 


The wolf had walked into the yoga class with two huge mangoes dangling down between his thighs, the dark fuzzed flesh plump and heavy and meaty, dense and smooth and full of rich potent wolf seed. The snake's maw was unable to fully engulf the two of them, but it was able to strike. The red scaled serpent's muzzle hitched onto the bottom fifth, the majority of the two eggs jutting outwards and upwards, dwarfing the muzzle of the serpent that was claiming them.


The wolf let out a grunt, as two hollow, sleek, curving fangs plunged into the underside of both testicles at the same time. Sterling was fascinated, the scrotum gripped so snugly around the wolf's testicles that he could see the bulge of the epidydmus, could even see the dark squiggly veins through the taut skin. He could also see the base of the two fangs, sinking deeply into the center of the fat nuts. 


"You might feel some pinching, that's just your ummm... your muscles relaxing. Go ahead and hold that pose, the sensation will pass," Sterling said, watching in fascination as the snake dangled from the wolf's scrotum. The big lupine's tail had flagged upwards, at first, but now wa relaxing, was even wagging. Was he not aware that he had been bitten? Fascinating!


The snake began to swallow, but the wolf's balls were not slipping into the serpent's mouth. The wolf's plump fruits bulged outwards, swelling to the absolute limit that the ripened outer tissue could handle, for a long few seconds as a particular snake venom was injected deeply into the precious orbs. At that point, the wolf's nuts were no longer sacred vessels of masculinity; they were only useful as a source of protein and nutrients for the serpent. 


Sanchez felt the soft sting along the underside of his fat balls, nothing too serious, just the kind of tweak and pings you get when you're swinging pounds, not ounces, of meat between your thighs. The sensation faded almost immediately, leaving him with just a peculiar sense of heaviness, his cords aching with the added burden of unseen weight that clutched against his flesh. Then, a peculiar sense of heightened fullness, like his balls had suddenly swelled. The cool pressure inside them made them ache, and the wolf's long, unsheathed cock flexed up and over his waistband, dangling in front of him arched and half hard.


Damn, he wanted to cum. He wanted to empty out his nuts, hard. He hoped the instructor noticed the eighteen inches of prime wolf dick that he was showing off, since he couldn't exactly reach back and grab it.


With the wolf's legs spread and locked, Sterling had a perfect view, as the snake began to feed. He didn't notice, at first, just how tight and strained the scrotum was around the huge testicles all of a sudden, but he noticed as it began to loosen. The soft brown skin began to puddle around the snake's mouth, as the testicles inside it began to deflate.


Takia enjoyed the sensation of the warm, sweet meaty goop that flowed easily up through his fangs and into his maw. The wolf's potent testicles had been extra backed up, a veritable fountain of heavy cream. The serpent had injected extra venom, just to make sure that he totally soaked the insides of the two balls with the digestive enzymes; he would hate to only liquiefy half of them.


The warm, smooth bulge of the wolf's cock slapped against the snake's throat, where a gulp was drawing a blob of drained warm nutsoup down into his belly. The wolf didn't process the sensation correctly, his brain on other thoughts as his wounded eggs were siphoned. So much potent cream, so much virile meat, dissolving into a fluid to be slurped and drained away. The snake gulped, repeatedly, the warm slick bulges of stolen vigor slithering smooth and easy down the snake's throat. The most recently captured balls, from the stallion in the hot tub, were pushed further down as they were caught up in the frothy 'rapids' of swallowed testicularity. Some of it squeaked past, but there was more, so much more, coming down the line behind it. The equine's stolen boulders were inevitably uprooted, pushed into the tighter, constrictive, hungry depths.


Sterling, for his part, was enjoying massaging the snake's body as he watched. He was careful not to squeeze too hard, but he could feel the masses of other male's virility, reduced to calories, under his fingers as he gently kneaded against the soft bulges along the snake's body. He watched in fascination as the mangoes no longer pushed against the insides of the wolf's thighs. The long ovoid eggs were thinning, the taut scrotum that shrouded them slowly sagging down over the narrowing bulges as the insides were siphoned casually out from inside. 


'Damn, those were huge.' Sterling thought. Technically, they still were, they still easily out classed anyone in the yoga class, but they were warped now. They weren't really balls anymore. He imagined they would slosh, if the the wolf were to strut out of the room, the nuts tear drop shaped and streaming cum or whatever was still inside them. He felt the warm bulb of someone's nut, some random dude, gently shudder into mush under his gentle squeezing.


The first wrinkle appeared on the wolf's left testicle, as the outside pressure collapsed the emptying testicles inwards. The back of it went concave, dipping inwards as the sides of it collapsed. Sterling had seen basketballs deflate after suffering a puncture, and this was no different. He imagined that, if the snake wasn't holding the bottoms of the balls in place, that the nuts would crumple inwards from all dimensions, like that house at the end of the Poltergheist movie. 




He could see chunks slithering out, bulging out along the collapsing testicular shell, thick hunks of slick testicular innards being slurped with soft milkshake noises from the underside of his nuts. Wildly, the lupine was rock hard, throbbing harder and harder the longer it went on. The emptier his balls got, the fuller his knot got!


Taika had suckled out about half of the innards from the big, plump nuts at this point, which made them much easier to handle. The very bottom of the testicles had mostly collapsed, making it hard for him to keep his fangs from poking through to the other side. Fortunately, he could afford to be indulgent. He pulled his fangs free from the partially emptied nuts, the bottom halves completely emptied, the whole organs crumpled looking, and began to wiggle his jaws up over the whole expanse of the wolf's scrotum. One inch at a time, Takia engulfed the wolf's scrotum, lips stretching over the bulk of the still-fat balls until those fangs were nestled along the top of the twin bulges. He bit down again, sinking those sharp prongs into the top of the nutmeat instead of the underside, just where the cords connected to the tissue. He gently chewed, conforming jaws against the squishy tissues, helping to soften and work more of the pre-digested sex flesh loose so that it could be slurped in gooey chunks and hunks up the hollow fangs.

Sanchez was loving this. His dick was out, and raging hard, and he could feel the instructor handling his balls, rubbing and massaging them in a way he had never felt before. He knew his Alpha sized puppy makers were gonna score him some tail, now he just needed to feel that mouth around his dick. He had to bite his tongue, to keep from making any noise, not wanting anyone to turn around and ruin the little fun time he was having with the horny yoga instructor.


If Sterling could pull his dick out and jerk off, he would. Watching this wolf voluntarily pushing his nuts down and into the snake's maw, watching those prized specimens of masculinity being devoured, was the hottest thing he had seen. Was it this hot when he was eating a dude's nuts? He hoped so. 


Taika felt the last of the testicles' innards come loose, his fangs now just sliding through empty space where there used to be balls. There was nothing except scrotum between his lips nose, and a bit of collapsed, withered cords. The snake gulped, the tension pulling him up along the stretched out furry scrotum until his nose nestled up into the musky wolf taint. Then, quite simply, it bit. 


Sterling watched as the serpent dropped down to the floor, revealing the absolute lack of anything beneath the wolf's big, hard red rocket. He reached forward, and lifted up the leg of the wolf's gym shorts, to see what had been left behind. There was nothing. There was no sack, no bite, no scar, there was just nothing. It was like the wolf had never had a big pair of balls to begin with. Sterling couldn't help himself - he pulled out his phone. Reaching between the wolf's legs, he gently gripped it around the middle, just below the straining knot, and took a picture. Not of the cock - though it was huge and impressive in its own right - but of the blankeness where there should be something.


The wolf murred, grinding his hips downwards to fuck his erection through the stoat's fingers. 


"Gonna help me get my rocks off?" He asked, looking back over his shoulder with a sultry wink.


"Bit late for that. Besides, I've got a class to run," Sterling teased. He let the gym shorts go, letting them conceal what was formerly unconcealable, and stood back up.


"All right, great job!" He said, as the snake slunk towards the door. "We're finished with downward dog, and out hips are feeling great! Now we're going to flip over onto our backs. That's right, belly up, and don't worry, if you are feeling a little self conscious about being on your back in front of a bunch of other people, you ain't got nothing we haven't all seen before!"


The big wolf didn't notice the lack of weight flopping from thigh to thigh as he did as ordered, spreading his legs and then pushing up to grind his hips up into the sky. The people in front of him did, though, staring at him upside down and noticing the massive gap that should have been balls, hanging from the leg of his shorts.


Sterling heard the first giggle as he sauntered back towards the front of the class. He could have stopped the snake, should have stopped the snake, but it's not like he lost anything except a possible meal ticket. There would be someone else, some tourist at the local watering hole, some guy from a passing cruise ship sunning himself in a stupor on the beach. Just because the snake filled its stomach doesn't mean that Sterling wouldn't. 
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The small fennec fox knelt obediently down, as the strips of leather from his mistress' flog crashed down over his back. She had been at it for almost an hour now, listing off a litany of his offenses - real, perceived or otherwise - to account for each strike of the punishing toy against the sub's frame. 


Bear took each of the slaps with a shudder of agony and joy, pleased that she was finding such purpose and joy in punishing him. His small, pointed muzzle was wrapped tight with duct tape, his nose peeking out from the edge, allowing him to breath but not much else. He whimpered, with each slap of the flog against his body, his small frame reddened and sore from the abuse.


"And one more, just because you got a cute face, which I hate," his mistress said. Whumph. The large framed crocodile tossed the flog to the side, and pushed Bear over onto his back. The fennec whimpered, both with the pain of the tender muscles and raw skin being laid on top of, but also with the humiliation of his small prick jutting relentlessly up into the air, demanding to be abused. She ignored it.


Instead, she went over to the sliding glass door that led to the small patio outside. Being on the ground floor, this afforded Bear the luxury of being taken for walkies, naked and blindfolded, walking on all fours as they explored the grounds of the resort. He hadn't been able to see who could see him, but he could hear gasps, murmurs, and he was pretty sure that she had walked him past one of the large, populated pools in the middle of the day. He had certainly heard splashing sounds, at least, and had heard at least one guy, who sounded drunk, shout out "free the puppy!" in his direction. There was no way he would be getting free though, not from Queen.


There was a sight even more peculiar than the vision of an adult fennec male being paraded around by a dog leash, though. There was a snake. The large, red scaled serpent was just on the other side of the glass, raised up as it about to nudge the protruding handle to the side. Queen swore and took a step back, startled at the sight of the massive creature, her curiosity immediately noticing the pronounced bulges dappling down its length. 


Bear made an inquisitive noise from his rough gag, not sure if he should be sitting up again, and deciding that if he needed to sit up, Queen would tell him to. He turned his head, just enough to see the slender silhouette at the door, and his ears perked forward as Queen pulled the glass to the side to allow the snake entrance.


"Well, well, well, this must be the famed Taika. Freila texted me about this guy," Queen said. The crocodile folded her arms under her bosom, walking beside and slightly behind, watching the snake as he slithered into the room - and towards Bear's bed.


"Miss...tress?" Bear carefully asked, able to wiggle his lips and jaws just enough to squeak out one syllable at a time. He watched the serpent approaching him, his ears reddening with his rapidly intensifying stress. "That's... a.... snake..."


"Not just a snake, little one, this is the resort's mascot!" Queen said, a dark mirth infusing her tone as the serpent nestled against the fennec's ankle. He craned his head, eyes widening as hs saw the large reptilian snout peeking up over the end of the bed. It was regarding him - no, it was regarding his erection, its tongue tasting the air curiously. "Don't worry, he's completely harmless, to me."


Bear whimpered, unable to ignore that she said 'to me' and not 'to us', which meant the snake wasnt harmless to him. He lifted his knees up, pulling his legs away from the serpent, only to get a stinging swat from a riding crop against his knee. He yelped in surprise, putting his legs back down against the bed, as the huge red scaled snake slithered up between them.


"Now, now, little one. I want you on your best behavior. Rakia is our guest, and he is clearly hungry," Queen said. She dragged the edge of the riding crop from the fennec's knee up along his thigh, stroking it up to his belly. She playfully batted it against the straining, knotted pink dick that poked up out of his groin. "So you are going to let him eat you."


She waited for his whimpered panic of a response, chuckling and giving his cock tip a sharp, stinging switch with the crop. "No whimpers. Big boy behavior. Your mistress is telling you to spread your legs and watch as this snake eats your balls. Is that... a problem? Are you being disobedient?"


Bear's ears flushed hotly as he stared at the serpent, who's cheeks pressed against either of his thighs. He didn't want to be eaten, though! Not all or in part. His toes curled inwards as the snake's tongue tickled against the soft pouch of fennec balls that clung tightly to his groin. 


His balls had been slapped, squeezed and tugged on quite a bit earlier, but Bear had, of course, not been given permission to ejaculated. They felt bloated and soft and sensitive, and the snake's tongue slithering against them made his scrotum tighten around them, which only made them ache even tighter. He looked over to his mistress, letting out a whining keen, but she didn't seem to be at all interested in what he had to say about the matter.

"You are being rather bratty about all of this," she said, as the snake opened its maw, it's gleaming fangs sharp and pointy. Drool oozed out of the hollow tips of them, as it pushed its snout forward. The top fangs scraped teasingly against the top of Bear's scrotum, and the bottom fangs scoops up underneath, pressing dangerously up into the underside of the fat scrotum. "If your testicles had any value to me, at all, you wouldn't be in this situation. You can't make yourself more of a male, so you might as well at least behave while the friendly snake corrects your pathetic little problems."








Bear whimpered, watching in horrified fascination. His hands were free, he could reach down and pull his balls out of the snake's mouth. But that would be disobeying Queen. He didn't dare do that. He hoped that the snake would lose interest... he could see the bulges in its body, alternating swells that marked the tombs of other men's testicles, no doubt. Perhaps his were too small to be considered a quality snack.


They weren't.


Takia closed his jaws, staring up at the fennec defiantly. Was there intelligence in the serpent's expression? Was it mocking him for allowing it to consume his balls? Bear never felt the pinch as the fangs sank into the flesh of his scrotum, though he knew that the snake's teeth were definitely pushing together, his jaws snicking discretely closed.


"There they go," Queen cooed, as she gave the bear's cock tip another sharp slap with the riding crop. She hadn't even thought to try to get him off one last time - but why should she? He was here for her amusement, not the other way around. "You should be proud, little one. The snake decided your balls were worth gobbling up."


The snake's head lifted from Bear's groin, sniffing disinterestedly at the pink, oozing cock that remained. There was no pain, no sting; Bear couldn't feel his balls at all. He couldn't even remember what they should feel like. Everything seemed natural. The serpent turned its head, leaving the bed, leaving Bear emasculated on it. He reached down, to feel what the serpent had left him, only to have his hand stung with the crop.


"No touching yourself. You know that, little one," She said, smirking slightly at the soft whine emerging from the fennec's taped up muzzle. "Even if there's nothing left to touch." She turned to face the serpent, who was slithering towards the door out of their room. Realizing that the snake wanted to leave, she walked to the door and pulled it open, watching in fascination as the snake, with all its bulges, began to slither out of the door. 


"Oh, I just realized something," Queen giggled. "He ate your balls, for sure, but... even eating both of them, whole and together, there's no bulge. They're too small to make an impression. How embarrassing! For you, I mean. You must be relieved to have such pathetic little berries removed, hmm? Thank you, Taika, on behalf of my subby little bitch, for helping him with his little endowment 'problem'. I hope your next snack is more satisfying!"


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Kolby's thick fingers, calloused and stained with the oils of his trade, tightened around his wrench, and his thick bicep flexed as he pushed upwards, tightening the stubborn joint that led up to the courtyard. Someone had clogged the pipes with a quart of horse cum, again, and it was up to Kolby to flush the pipes. Again. The small access panel that he was wedged into reeked of cold jizz and damp concrete, and beneath him, the hard floor pressed against his broad back. He was laying on his back, only the top half of his torso able to fit inside the small closet that contained the necessary junctions for the sprawling estate's haphazard plumbing system. His legs and stomach were left to jut out into the hallway like an errant puzzle piece. 


Kolby wasn't worried about anyone tripping over his legs; he was in the corridor adjacent to the conference rooms, and there were no scheduled events today. The temperature controls had been turned off for this section to save money, which meant that he was sweltering. His big belly was soaked with perspiration, the heavy workman's overalls he was wearing feeling like the inside of a bag of microwaved popcorn, freshly popped. He would be happy to get out of here and take a shower, it had been a busy day and the ram was filthy. It was ridiculous; he worked at a touristic sex resort, but he was required to wear overalls, and the overalls were killing him.


The heavy overalls were tight around his thighs, ass and belly. The snugness around those parts created an uncomfortable seal, which did not allow the steam baking out of his sweaty legs and groin out, instead forming a steaming hot pocket that was steaming Kolby's fat cods alive. His balls were feeling awfully sensitive, puffy and bloated, and he found himself reaching down more frequently than usual to heft and adjust the swollen nuggets from sliding to dangle painfully slack and weighted down one of his pants' legs or the other. Each time he palmed them, he felt the swollen sensitivity that came with rut. Fucking hell, it sucked being a ram sometimes.


The worst thing about rut was how that it wasn't a regular thing. Twice a year, you wake up normal and then over the course of a couple hours your balls are suddenly super charged and spitting up hormones and precum into your body. The first day was always the worst, as tissues were forced to expand with retained fluids and excess seed. Unfortunately for Kolby, today was the first day. On top of the physical aches, the rut clouded his mind, too, gave everything a hazy, irritable fog that made it hard to think things through clearly. Kolby was struggling not to toss the wrench away and go crank one out in his car. 


His groin was heavy and swollen, and the hot damp air was just making it worse.He could feel sweat drooling down from his uncut cock down over the huge ram nuts that lay awkwardly on top of each other, stacked vertically between his thighs. They were the ones who were aching, soft and squishy and hard and bloated at the same time.. 


"Come on, you little piece of shit," Kolby groaned, as he pushed up with both hands to twist the wrench those last few degrees he needed to get the nut off. His entire body tightened to achieve it, pecs flexing, abs crunching, his feet lifting off the ground in the hallway as he pushed. 
Finally, he felt the and that wrench was finally moving, the nut having worn through the oxidation and warping and finally sliding loose and detached off of the old metal screw. He relaxed, tossing the wrench to the side, and reached up to untwist the big piece of metal with his fingers. He could feel the sweat that clung to his large testicles, could feel it trickling humidly down between his muscular thighs. 


With a sigh that bordered on a growl, Kolby's hand slipped from the tool and ventured southward. His paw was almost magnetic in its draw to the ache that demanded his touch. He cupped over the front of his overalls, spooning his palms in against the hot bulge of meat that pressed taut against his overalls. Damn it. They felt as ripe as exotic fruits, and their fullness seemed to pulse with each beat of his heart, an intimate throb that drew his attention away from the pipes above. 


Screw it, he could take a break. He slide his hand up and grabbed the zipper of his pants and tugged it down with a rasp that cut through the quiet of the hallway. There was no hesitation, no second thought given to the vulnerability he would be submitting himself to in such a possibly-public place. His need for relief outweighed any sense of propriety. Fabric parted, finally releasing the pent-up heat of hisi groin, and his ample, gray-skinned cock flopped out with a palpable slap against his belly. Freedom!


He couldn't see his dick, bent as he was up into the service fact, but he could feel the brush of air conditioned air against the slick bead of precum that had managed to cling to the tip through the release. Amazingly, it wasn't that he grabbed first, though the thick, veined, musky bulk of his cock  would have demanded the fingers, or mouth, of any other person who happened across it. No, instead, he reached back down and fished out his nuts.


He scooped them out from inside his pants like a baker would scoop out flour, snaring one hot slippery egg against his palm and push-dozing it up through his open fly. It was a slate gray, ust like his dick, though with a darker, matted fuzz coating them. He needed to shave them again, He just wasn't built for the tropical weather, and his doctor had warned him that he was poaching off his kids every time he wore a uniform like this with the full bush.


The second one joined the first, the two poached eggs laying on either side of his cock. He skimmed a thumb under his sack, along the slippery skin of his scrotum, gathering his balls up and pushing them up and away from his body. To the onlooker in the hallway outside, he seemed to be offering a very peculiar corsage, with two huge bulbous, unfurled flowers where the flower heads would be. He waggled them through the air, letting the crisp coolness sap the heated sweat off of his fur, cooling them down.
Damn they were sensitive, or he was sensitive. He could feel every individual hair that sprouted from the dense fur, each one a tiny filament of sensation that added to the overwhelming sense of fullness. This was not just a matter of physical discomfort—it was a primal urge that begged to be sated, an intimate itch that yearned for the caress of either hand or mouth.


For a moment, everything else faded—the clink of the wrench, the distant sound of guests laughing, the whisper of palm fronds in the breeze—until all that remained was the throbbing pressure of his swollen balls and the burgeoning desire to tend to them. Kolby stroked over them, letting out a soft groan of relief at the feel of his cool fingers stroking along the warm flesh. The damp skin of his scrote slid over the heavy glassy stones underneath, and Kolby spread his legs, the teeth of the zipper biting into the back and underside of his scrotum as he did so. 


Nearby, Taika observed the mechanic with a reserved, predatory stillness. His tongue flickered out, tasting the musk that saturated the air from the ram's exposed scrotum, the ram unable to see the creature examining his eggs. Taika's red scales shimmered as the snake slithered over the cool floor towards the chubby mechanic, tongue tasting the air again as it snuck in between the ram's ankles. 


Kolby, oblivious to the approaching predator, scooped his fingers around the neck of his scrotum. He lifted, pushing down, stretching his balls away from his body and towards the snake that now lifted his head up, flicking tongue narrowly teasing against the damp fuzz on the underside of the ram's nuts. Kolby didn't notice. His other hand had found his shaft, and he was stroking himself, his overheated, rut-infused mind lost in the thoughts of the massive, messy orgasm he owed himself. His fingers wrapped comfortably around the trunk of his shaft, tugging along the shaft, pulling loose skin up towards the bulbous head. Just the feeling of the slick inside of his foreskin, rubbing along his frenum, was getting him close enough to cum. He was gonna blow his load in just a couple seconds, if he could just- and then his reverie was shattered by the jarring ring of his phone.


Taika's jaws widened, and the snake lurched forward, prepared to snag the massive scrotum between it's thin lips and pointed fangs, only for the ram to drop the nuts to dangle over the fly of his overalls, the heavy eggs sagging down to the bottom of their fleshy bag with just a narrow strip of flesh connecting him to his body. He fumbled  for his phone, harriedly answering the phone just before it would have gone to voicemail. 


Sure, he was jacking off on the clock, but he didn't need his boss to know that. "What's up, Lamar?" His voice was a blend of irritation and suppressed need, a gruff note that spoke volumes of his masculine tenor.


His boss's whiny voice grated in Kolby's ear, informing him of a new set of problems that had popped up in the nearby residential units. Kolby lay still, his wrench forgotten beside him, one hand gripping the phone while the other milked along his dick. He wasn't going to let himself cum while he was on the phone with his boss, but that didn't mean he couldn't edge himself. The weight of his balls continued to exert their presence, a heavy reminder of the primal clock ticking away between his legs, and as he listened to the distant bark of orders, a warm, moist sensation caressed his glistening scrotum, a soft brush of what must be a single fingertip. A lazy smirk spread across Kolby's muzzle; the soft, clandestine touch could only belong to Johan. 
The sly weasel, ever the impish connoisseur of ram endowment, must be eager to indulge in his favorite pastime. Kolby felt the slow, tracing touch of a single finger tip slide up between his bollocks, realizing that it must be the weasel's tongue he was feeling, not his finger. Even better.


"Sure, I'll check the pressure valves next," Kolby murmured, the words more reflex than conscious thought as the sensuous lick played along the sweat-sheened surface of his hefty balls. The slow, intentional tasting made them churn, the ram's scrotum tightening around the swollen eggs, trying to tug them closer to the ram's body. They were far too dense and heavy for the scrotum to help them, though, remaining fully  They hung there, pendulous and ripe with virility, the ram happy to offer them to his 'hidden' admirer, an admirer that was all too willing to partake. His smirk deepened, the corners of his mouth betraying his satisfaction at the illicit ministrations while he maintained the façade of professionalism on the call.


The python's tongue flickered out, tasting more deeply now, exploring the cavernous valleys of flesh where Kolby's entire masculinity waited. Taika's jaws, supple and accommodating, opened wider, willing to sacrifice speed for stealth. The cool, damp tongue licked along the underside of the ram's right nut, lifting at it as snake lips stretched slowly over the bulk of one mammoth, mango-sized orb. The testicle, a testament to Kolby's potent virility, distended the snake's rubbery muzzle around it, its sheer size the greatest defense it had against he serpent's hunger.


Kolby, still entangled in conversation, was oblivious to the peril. To him, the tender envelopment of his ball was nothing more than the eager mouth of the weasel, eager to worship at the altar of his fertility. Johan loved holding, rubbing the ram's nuts in his hands, as he mouthed and teased at the nubbin' underneath, and Kolby loved the feeling of having his nuts compressed and rubbed. It was win-win, and the illicit thrill of being serviced by the resort director added a layer of decadent pleasure to the otherwise mundane reality of maintenance work.


Taika's serpentine body coiled around himself and the ram's heavy scrotum, one thick red scaled rope draping over the neck of Kolby's scrotum and pushing the soft, taut flesh against the biting metal teeth of the ram's open zipper. Taika lifted up his mouthful, his throat already grasping around the swollen nub, clenching against it as he tried to pull it down into his throat, and slipped the end of his tail underneath the ram's uplifted scrote. The sensation of the pinching and rubbing against the nub made Kolby's dick strain, fully hard and solid as granite.


"Everything's under control," he assured Lamar, his voice a low rumble that betrayed none of the climax that was incessantly building towards a crescendo between his legs. He angled his dick down, offering it to Johan, hoping the weasel would take the hint, but just like always, the weasel was super fixated on the ram's balls. He'd wait until he felt the first spurt hit his head and then finally realize what was going on and sheath Kolby's cock inside his gullet, but before then, he was gooning on nuts. Lama questioned the possibility of causing a high pressure flush to help normalize the system.




"Uh-huh, yeah, the pipes will hold up just fine," Kolby murmured, his attention divided as he languidly stroked himself, the rhythm syncing with the cadence of Taika's deglutition. (Deglutition is the scientific term for swallowing! 🌈⭐️) The snake’s throat kneaded the immense testicles as well as any skilled masseur, grinding against dense flesh with a tender yet relentless pressure. Johan's expert touch never disappointed, but Kolby was a bit surprised at just how wet the weasel's tongue and lips were! His entire ball felt like it was being bathed in warm, wet velvet as the weasel rubbed and squeezed against it. Kolby never suspected the true nature of the oral ministrations; all he knew was how good they felt.


The ram's arousal swelled, bolstering his cock to full, throbbing prominence, each stroke sending ripples of ecstasy along the vein-lined shaft. The glorious massage of his ball intertwined with the pent up heat of his own passion, his hooves flexing as he got close, once more, to shooting his load. Knowing that this was a 'secret present' from Johann, not being able to see the mischievous weasel, added a forbidden taboo to the act, which made it all even more exciting.


"Kolby? You there?" Lamar's voice crackled through the line, grounding him momentarily.


"Sorry, boss, just...a bit distracted here," Kolby confessed, his words punctuated by a groan involuntarily drawn from the depths of his being by the masterful compression of his heavy testicle. Unseen by Kolby, the bulge in Taika's neck moved steadily downward with the serpent's unhurried consumption. The python's throat expanded, accommodating the prize as it sank past the jaws and into the long red tube that already had so many other diminishing bulges in it. The mechanic's hand moved faster, spurred on by the unique caress encircling his testicle, the undulating passage squeezing in a rhythmic dance. His breaths grew shallow, hitched between strokes and the murmur of conversation. The need to climax was quickly overcoming his earlier resolve to wait until he was off the phone.


"Well, lemme talk with you about your hours last week while I have you on the phone," Lamar said, as Kolby's eyes struggled not to roll back in his head. The slick sound of skin on skin melded with the subtle squelching resonance emanating from Johann's paws. Kolby groaned, as he felt the weasel's fingers begin to stroke his second nut as well. Amazingly, the weasel wasn't letting go of the first one first - was the little dude gonna try to massage both of his huge eggs at once?!


"S-sure, boss, what's up with them?" He asked, and hurried tapped the mute button as his boss started prattling about unscheduled breaks. Then, he groaned,closing his eyes and quickly tugging his foreskin up and down over his straining head. "Johan, you better get ready to drown on my hot cum if you're gonna try and take both my nuts!"


With a slow, deliberate tug born of serpentine patience, Taika's maw stretched impossibly around the second monumental testicle. 


Johann, who had planned to visit Kolby, was dealing with the fiasco in the yoga studio at the moment, so there was interrupt Taika's feast, nobody to watch as the ram's swollen, sweaty nut-sack was fully engulfed by the snake's hungry stretchy maw. Slick muscle contracted in a lazy cascade, ushering Kolby's precious cargo into a gullet that shaped itself to the contours of its prize. Kolby's teeth bared in a low groan as the python's throat contracted around both of his testicles, tugging insistently at both of them, one stretched below the other. How was he DOING that?


He needed to know. He pulled his foreskin over his head, squeezing it tightly, keeping himself from cumming just yet, as he reached down to feel Johann's head. He couldn't imagine the little weasel had gotten even one ball in his mouth, so why did it feel like his nuts were being fully throated? He patted down from above, expecting to feel the short thick pelt of the weasel's head fur, but what met his searching digits instead was the cool, unyielding surface of scales. Confusion clouded his lust-soaked brain as his fingertips traced the alien landscape of a snake's cranial ridges. This wasn't Johann at all, it was a reptile of some sort.


His brain racked with surprise, shock and embarrassment. Was this one of the resort guests?! Had someone else found the ram masturbating and decided to give him an anonymous nutsacking?! The reptile swallowed again, the ram's orbs stretched to their tether's limits as cords creaked with tension, and despite no longer having any idea who was sucking on him, Kolby gave himself another stroke, edging himself even closer to that climax he had been denied for so long.


Taika had no interest in waiting any longer, however. The snake waited for the ram's blind fingers to trace down over his sleek snout, thumb and pointer splaying to stroke down over the snake's jaw hinge, and then the serpent clenched down. There was no roar or warning, no sadistic glee, just the casual pinch of an animal taking a bite from a delicious meal. Jaws pressed together, sharp jaws interlocking, and Kolby felt the clench of muscles shortly between his fingers even as he felt the softest whisper of pressure against the neck of his scrotum. The snake's jaws soundlessly severed the connection between Kolby and his most treasured endowments, the full embodiment of the ram's endowments pilfered as easily as everyone else's had been.


The snake's head slipped from Kolby's grasp with a playful sneakiness, simply disappearing. The sensation of his balls being massaged and tugged at was simply gone. In its wake, the once robust pressure against Kolby's inner thighs was replaced with a naked void. There was nothing there. His fingers sank down, to rub against his scrotum, and finding only the rough canvas of his overalls, the same overalls his balls had been resting on minutes earlier. 


Kolby made a choked sound, a deep shock bubbling out of him as he pressed his palm down, and felt his wrist brush against his scrotum. He blindly traced fingers up, finding a small strip of loose, soft scrotal neck, sealed off at the end. He pinched and rubbed it between his fingers, feeling the plump cords still inside his sack, but no longer connected to anything, merely fused into the scar of flesh where his scrotum abruptly ended.


The truth hit him with the force of a sledgehammer: his fat ram nuts had just been eaten, bitten off by a snake. Taika. The damn snake had gotten loose! His body jolted upright in alarm, a primal instinct to protect, to fight for what was his. But the sudden movement betrayed him; his head collided with the unforgiving metal of a the pipe he had been working above him, a cruel punctuation to the theft that had occurred. The world spun and darkened as Kolby crumpled backward, flopping backwards into the indifferent embrace of unconsciousness. 


Taika, its hunger sated and its prize claimed, slithered away. Inside his gullet, the weighty testament to Kolby's masculinity settled heavily, each testicle stretched apart from each other to be gripped and kneaded individually. The scrotum, once bitten free, was easy to render moot, so that each fat mango could be crushed and digested along with the countless others. The snake had found a satisfying meal, but it was still hungry; there were still more balls to consume.


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Lucas, the Porn Star
The sun-warmed stone radiated heat like a furnace against Taika's crimson scales, each paving stone a perfect platform for the massive serpent's leisurely afternoon rest. The red python stretched nearly forty feet across the empty resort patio, his muscled coils having found the top of an ornamental planter with a wide, flat concrete top to be the perfect place to relax. The snake coiled entirely around its length with a languid looseness that spoke of utter contentment and satiation. Inside the planters, daylillies bloomed in pops of yellow and pink and orange, bobbing in the gentle breeze, completely non-plussed by the snake's existence. Along the serpent's impressive length, dozens of bulges interrupted the smooth line of his body, some large as footballs, others smaller but still distinctly rounded, each one slowly digesting within the predator's patient belly. The ones furthest from the snake's maw had almost entirely lost any kind of distinct shape, being more of thickened bulges than the rounded nuggets that they had started out as. The tropical sun baked these telltale lumps, warming the remnants of Taika's recent meals as they gradually dissolved into nourishment.
Taika felt no urgency to leave this perfect basking spot, despite the frantic, embarrassed announcement that had been made as to his escape and his particular danger. The serpent's massive triangular head rested peacefully on the sun-bleached concrete, forked tongue occasionally flicking out to taste the humid air. The serpent's eyes remained closed, though his other senses stayed alert for any new opportunities that might wander into his domain. Each bulge along his body represented a different story; the overeager pool boy who'd tried to impress a guest, the bartender who'd gotten too confident mixing drinks shirtless, the personal trainer who'd flexed once too often by the wrong lounge chair, each one a delightful treat.
Enter Lucas.
The sound of tinny streamed music emerged from the resort area a few seconds before the fox did. Tan furred, sleek and bouncy, Lucas strode with the confidence of someone who had a large gun but had never used it. He was nude - and why wouldn't he be - save for an arm strap with his phone attached to it and a blue nylon backpack. The fox was of average height and build, with a narrow waist that emphasized something that was certainly more than average. The fox's testicles hung like ripe fruit, each orb easily the size of a large naval orange, their weight causing them to sway hypnotically with every step. His sheath had already begun to swell from the excitement of discovering this secluded location, the pink tip of his knotted cock beginning to peek out.




"Holy shit," Lucas whispered as he recognized the red snake laid out in all its, his amber eyes lighting up with the unmistakable gleam of someone who'd just stumbled upon content gold. The massive serpent sprawled before him represented everything his OnlyFans audience craved from his streams - danger, exotic appeal, and the perfect backdrop for showing off his most prized assets. His tail began wagging involuntarily as his mind raced with possibilities, completely missing the significance of the bulges dotting Taika's length.
Lucas immediately began unloading his equipment from his backpack, hands moving with practiced efficiency as he assembled the professional-grade tripod and attached the camera mount on top. Lucas knew how to set up his equipment fast, stealthily, and smoothly, because he needed to get in and get out in only a couple minutes. That was the allure of his OnlyPaws page, and his audience loved it. The weirder and riskier the situation, the more Lucas made, and Lucas had made quite a nice amount risking the hefty equipment between his legs. He had rested his balls in the basket of a deep fryer at a McDonald's, promising that he would only remove them if he came before the next order came in. He had still been squirting his thick cream into the frying oil as the basket was lowered into the hot grease. He had gotten his dick knotted in a glory hole he had made at a truck stop off of a random highway, with a knife on the ground near by. Fortunately for him, the rough hand that wrapped around his thick knot was followed by a wet, slick tongue and not the cold slice of metal. There were others, dozens of scenes, all recorded in high quality and available for all of the deviants out there... for a nominal fee. 
"Perfect lighting, perfect setting," he muttered to himself, stealing admiring glances at the motionless serpent while positioning his equipment. Taika's size was intimidating - in a very real way, an entire fox could end up inside the serpent, if it were hungry. However, based on all of those bulges, it seemed very very unlikely that would be an possibility. The snake's stillness only added to Lucas's confidence in this little impromptu scene - the snake was clearly basking, or sun bathing, or... docile? He had heard that the resort had a pet, had heard the announcement that the snake had gotten free. Surely there'd be no risk... right? The fox's imagination ran wild with the possibilities, his cock beginning to firm as he envisioned the reactions his stream would generate.
Lucas spent several minutes adjusting the camera angle, using the viewfinder to frame the shot exactly as he wanted it. The serpent's massive head needed to be visible, establishing the scale and danger, while still capturing Lucas's impressive endowment in perfect detail. 
"Test shot one," he announced to himself, stepping into frame and striking a pose. As always, the shot framed just to his upper chest, keeping his muzzle, and identity, safe from view. He went to the gym enough to keep his body tight, trim and pleasantly meaty, but nobody was watching his streams to check out his gains. They were more interested in the possibility of seeing his losses. Suckers. His hefty balls swung as he moved, the weight of them causing his sheath to wobble back and forth, stretching downwards with their weight. Lucas had always been proud of his exceptional endowment, but the tropical heat seemed to make everything hang even more impressively, his sac stretched to accommodate the increased size of his swollen orbs.
"Test shot two," he continued his process, this time leaning against the granite planter and spreading his legs wider and to better display his assets. The position caused his testicles to hang lower, resting heavily along the sun-warmed wall as they settled into their natural position. Beside, Taika remained perfectly still, the serpent's massive form creating exactly the dramatic backdrop Lucas had envisioned.
Still not satisfied with the framing, Lucas made one final adjustment to the camera position. He wanted his audience to see everything—the danger, the bravado, and most importantly, the impressive size of what he was putting at risk. His cock continued to swell as anticipation built, the pink flesh emerging further from his sheath as blood flowed to his growing arousal. It dangled, the smooth pink flesh darkening as blood filled it, the tip sleek and eager as a drip of precum drooled onto the pavement beneath him. 
"Perfect," he finally said, happy with the results. The camera captured the tropical resort setting, the huge serpent's sleek scaled head, and most importantly, a prime view of Lucas's magnificent cock and balls that would momentarily be swaying mere inches from the serpent's deadly jaws. His tail wagged faster as excitement coursed through him, completely oblivious to the fact that several of those bulges in Taika's belly had once belonged to males just as confident and well-endowed as himself.
Lucas activated the livestream with a confident tap, his amber eyes gleaming as the viewer count immediately began climbing. Within moments, dozens of usernames populated the chat, followed by the familiar cascade of emoji reactions and tip notifications that always accompanied his streams. The tropical setting and mysterious serpent backdrop had already generated more initial interest than any of his previous broadcasts.
"What's up, studs and sluts," Lucas purred into the camera, his voice carrying that practiced combination of cockiness and invitation that had built his substantial following. His right paw wrapped around his swelling sheath, fingers working the tan fur as his pink cock began to emerge more fully. "Your boy Lucas has something special for you today. Check out this massive fucking snake I discovered."
He gestured toward Taika with his free paw while continuing to stroke himself with his sheath, his testicles tightening up under the slight ledge of the top of the planter. The chat exploded with reactions. Mostly emojis - 😲💥🤯🍒🥩🍖🐍🦊🌭 seemed to be the most prevalent - but they were peppered in between with expressions of shock, excitement, and more than a few warnings (which Lucas completely ignored). Tips began flowing immediately, the sound of incoming payments providing a constant soundtrack as viewers showed their appreciation for the exotic content.
"BigBallLover69 just tipped fifty tokens," Lucas read aloud, his stroking becoming more deliberate as his arousal built. "Says he wants to see me get closer to the snake. Well, BigBall, you're about to get your money's worth."
Lucas shifted, swinging one leg up over the planter so that he was straddling either side of Taika's head. His balls were stretched, caught briefly under his other thigh,and he reached under to scoop up the fattened organs in his spare paw, lifting them up and squeezing his fingers around the neck of his scrotum so that the balls bulged at the end like a pair of rosebuds. His cock had emerged fully now, the knot beginning to swell at the base as excitement coursed through him. 
"Look at the size of this beautiful bastard," Lucas narrated, shifting to stand directly in front of Taika's massive head. The serpent remained motionless, eyes closed, breathing slow and steady. "Completely harmless, just sunbathing like a big, fat, lazy house cat."
The fox's confidence reached dangerous levels as he swung his nuts in front of the snake, the soft creamy fur on them barely brushing along the snake's flared nares. The snake had no response, but Lucas' cock did, throbbing with an eagerness that caused a fresh surge of tips on stream.
"SnakeCharmer420 wants to see me touch it," Lucas read, glancing over at his phone and reading from the constantly scrolling chat. "You read my mind! Snake, let's give everyone a real show."
With theatrical bravado, Lucas gently pulled his heavy testicles away from his body and carefully draped them across Taika's snout. The serpent's scales felt warm and smooth against his sensitive skin, the texture sending small thrills through his body. His massive orbs rested perfectly on either side of the snake's nose, their weight settling naturally against the reptile's motionless form.
"Holy fuck, guys, look at this," Lucas breathed, his voice husky with arousal as he continued stroking his now fully erect cock. The visual of his testicles vulnerably positioned on a predator that could theoretically swallow them whole was everything he'd hoped for. The chat went wild with reactions, tips flooding in at unprecedented rates as viewers witnessed the brazen display. Lucas's ego soared along with his arousal, the combination of exhibitionism and apparent peril creating exactly the cocktail his audience craved. A vein on the side of his shaft popped out in eager lust, and some of his biggest fans recognized that it meant Lucas was in that delicious gooning mindstate where he would do anything.
The requests flooded in. Rub them against the snake's snout. Lift them up and drop them. Rub his dick against the top of the snake's snout. Lucas did each of them without hesitation, eagerly using Taika as a prop for his sex stream. However, after several minutes, frustration began creeping into Lucas's expression. Taika remained completely motionless, offering no reaction whatsoever to the fox's provocative positioning. The snake might as well have been an elaborate statue for all the response it provided.
"Come on, big guy," Lucas muttered, playfully knocking on top of his balls to bump them down into the snake's snout. "Give us something. A little movement, maybe? Just flick that tongue or something."
The lack of response was killing his momentum. His audience wanted danger, excitement, the thrill of genuine peril. A completely docile snake wasn't delivering the content they'd tipped so generously to see.
"DeepThroatDaddy just dropped a hundred tokens," Lucas announced, reading the notification that had just appeared. "Says he wants to see me 'really test those snake reflexes.' Alright, Daddy, you've got it!"
Lucas gave the camera a thumb's up. His reckless excitement overrode any instinct for self-preservation as he formed his next move. If the snake wouldn't respond to gentle contact, he'd simply have to escalate until he got the reaction his audience demanded.
Reaching forward with both paws, Lucas carefully grasped Taika's upper jaw on either side, like one might hold a hamburger. His fingers slipped under the lips, and carefully curved along the smooth gums of the huge snake. The fox leaned forward awkwardly to get proper leverage, his testicles pushed forward, against the snake's closed eyes as he got himself in position.
"Let's just see what this snake has under the hood," Lucas grunted, applying steady pressure to pry open the serpent's jaws. To his surprise, the mouth opened with no resistance, revealing the dark interior and rows of curved, razor-sharp teeth that lined both upper and lower jaws.
The view sent a thrill of genuine excitement through Lucas's body, his cock twitching as precum began beading at the tip. The serpent's mouth was a perfect cave of danger, each tooth gleaming wickedly in the tropical sunlight. The contrast between the dark interior and the bright white fangs created exactly the dramatic visual his stream needed.
"Now this is what I'm talking about," Lucas announced to his audience, his voice thick with arousal as he held the serpent's upper jaw open. The chat exploded with equal parts excitement and alarm as viewers witnessed the display of countless sharp teeth that could easily shred flesh.
Without releasing his grip on Taika's jaws, Lucas stood up, tugging backwards so that his balls were dragged off of Taika's snout, swinging with a certain pendulousness between Lucas' thighs. He shifted upwards, pressing his hips against Taika's snout, so that his massive orbs hung like ripe fruit above the exposed dark cavity, suspended by gravity and his own positioning just inches from the serpent's tongue.
"Are you guys ready to see something really wild?" Lucas asked, already knowing his audience's answer from the constant stream of tips and encouragements filling the chat. His arousal had reached fever pitch, precum flowing freely as he prepared for his most daring stunt yet.




With deliberate slowness, Lucas lowered his hips until his testicles came to rest directly on Taika's tongue, the warm, slightly rough surface providing an entirely new sensation against his sensitive anatomy. His nuts nestled between the left and right set of fangs, the sharp needles nestling dangerously against the fuzzy fox-sack like the most dangerous jewelry display imaginable.
The audience loved it of course. All caps and heart emojis, with incessant demands for Lucas to jerk off, to flex his arms, to put his dick in the snake's mouth as well. Lucas shifted his weight, angling his body toward the camera while keeping his testicles nestled on Taika's tongue, determined to give his audience the perfect view of his impending climax. The position required careful balance, his legs spread wide to maintain stability while his heavy orbs remained cradled between the serpent's deadly fangs. The warmth of Taika's mouth seemed to intensify the sensitivity of his most prized assets, every subtle texture of the reptile's tongue registering against his swollen anatomy.
"This is it, guys," Lucas announced breathlessly, releasing Taika's snout with his left hand to resume stroking his cock. His balls shifted, the scrotum tightening as it tried to retract, but the snake's backwards-curving fangs stopped the weighty orbs from lifting up out of Taika's maw. "Your boy's about to blow the biggest load of his life with his balls literally in a snake's mouth. You'll never see content like this anywhere else."
The chat had reached a fever pitch of activity, notifications streaming past so quickly they became an indecipherable blur. Tips poured in faster than Lucas had ever experienced, his most generous supporters seemingly competing to show their appreciation for the unprecedented display. The combination of exhibitionism, danger, and his obvious arousal created exactly the perfect storm his audience craved.
Behind the oblivious fox, Taika's eyes slowly opened. The massive serpent had been fully aware of every movement, every positioning, every moment of the elaborate performance. The weight of Lucas's testicles on his tongue registered as exactly what they were; a perfect meal, delivered with remarkable convenience. The serpent's patience, honed by millions of years of evolution, had finally been rewarded.
"Oh fuck, I'm getting close," Lucas panted, his stroking becoming frantic as pleasure built toward its inevitable peak. His focus remained entirely on his own sensations and the camera capturing his performance, completely missing the subtle change in the serpent's breathing pattern. He did not notice as the tongue that his balls were resting on shifted, coiling slowly around the bulk of his prized eggs, lazily ensnaring them in the serpent's grasp. Lucas was too busy showing off to notice. Lucas was on top of the world, and he let go of Taika's snout with his right hand, curling his arm into a bicep flex to show off just how powerful, how utterly in control of the situation he really is.


With movements so slow they seemed almost geological in their deliberation, Taika began closing his massive jaws. The process took nearly thirty seconds, each millimeter of closure bringing the razor-sharp teeth closer to their target. Lucas, lost in his approaching climax and the intoxicating rush of audience attention, didn't even glance down, too busy staring at the flashing text on his phone. The serpent's teeth met Lucas's anatomy with surgical precision. Millions of years of evolution had perfectly designed these fangs for the clean, efficient separation of prey into manageable portions, and the delicate chemicals that seeped from the tips of them numbed any pain that their penetration into precious, delicate organs might cause. The curved points sliced down into the neck of Lucas's scrotum like warm butter, casually severing the connecting tissue, blood vessels, and nerves in a single, decisive action.
Lucas felt a strange tugging sensation as his approaching orgasm reached its peak, but his arousal-addled brain interpreted the feeling as nothing more than the natural tension of impending climax. His thickly-knotted cock throbbed in his grip, every nerve ending firing as pleasure overwhelmed his ability to process other sensations.
"Holy shit, this is incredible," he gasped, taking a small step backward to give the camera a better angle of his final performance. The movement felt oddly different than usual, a lightness between his legs that his excitement-drunk mind couldn't quite process.
What came away with Lucas was a small flap of tan fur that had once been the neck of his sac - all that remained of his once-proud scrotum. His actual testicles, those magnificent orbs he'd been so proud of, remained perfectly positioned on Taika's tongue, their considerable weight settling naturally as the serpent's jaws completed their closure.
The livestream audience watched in stunned fascination as Taika lifted his massive head, Lucas's severed testicles appearing as distinct bulges in the serpent's throat as the snake swallowed. The snake's swallowing reflex was elegant in its efficiency, powerful muscles contracting in waves to move the precious cargo toward his stomach. Each gulp was clearly visible to the horrified and mesmerized viewers, the outline of Lucas's manhood disappearing deeper into the predator's digestive system.
"SnakeBites2022 just tipped five hundred tokens!" Lucas announced excitedly, still stroking furiously as his climax approached its crescendo. "Says this is the hottest thing he's ever seen. Bro, you ain't seen nothing yet!"
His orgasm struck with devastating intensity, the combination of exhibitionism, adrenaline, and genuine arousal creating what felt like the most powerful climax of his life. Thick ropes of fox seed erupted from his cock, arcing through the tropical air to splatter over Taika's crimson scales. Load after load painted the serpent's hide, each pulse accompanied by waves of pleasure that left Lucas trembling with satisfaction.




The chat exploded with a mixture of horror and fascination as viewers processed what they'd witnessed. Tips flooded in at rates that broke Lucas's previous records, though the motivations behind them had shifted dramatically from arousal to morbid curiosity. Some viewers seemed genuinely concerned, typing frantic warnings that Lucas completely ignored in his post-orgasmic haze. Thick warm creamy spurts turned into clear, thin squirts as the fox's reserves were spent.
"Fuck, guys, that was incredible," Lucas panted, his chest heaving as he recovered from the intensity of his climax. He shuddered, as his hand continued stroking his sensitive cock through the aftershocks, completely unaware that his prized set of genitals had been reduced by half. "I can't believe that the snake didn't even react, though! Sorry for the disappointment there, I thought for sure that he'd be a little more interactive. Totally harmless, just like I said."
Behind him, Taika had already lowered his head, and closed his eyes. Lucas' balls were now just two bulges in the snake's long body, no different from the dozens of others, save for their more sharply defined roundness. They were an unexpected meal, but they were now no different than any of the others, just meat ot be digested. In a few hours, they would be indistinguishable from the other meals, just another pair of swollen orbs providing sustenance to the resort's escaped mascot.
"Alright, studs, that's a wrap on today's stream," Lucas announced, his trademark cockiness fully intact despite his unknowing emasculation. "Hope you enjoyed the show. Tomorrow I'm thinking about checking out that abandoned water park down the beach. Heard there might be some interesting wildlife there too."
He blew a kiss toward the camera and ended the stream with a confident wink, the gesture carrying all the swagger of someone who believed he'd just delivered the performance of a lifetime. Tips continued pouring in even after the feed cut, his audience still processing the unprecedented nature of what they'd witnessed.
Lucas packed his equipment with practiced efficiency, his movements carrying the same confident swagger they always had. The absence of weight between his legs registered only as a vague sense that something felt different, but he easily dismissed the feelings as  post-orgasmic sensitivity, or a side effect of the tropical heat, or the the unusual positions he'd maintained during the stream. He never once noticed that he had not consciously pulled his balls back out of the snake's mouth.
As he walked away down the overgrown path toward the beach, Taika was left behind, with the tropical sun bathing him in a pleasantly heated stupor.