Cyril struggled against the strong ropes that kept his hands bound behind his body. The young male gorilla had wandered into the borders of the neighboring tribe. No sooner did he realize his mistake, scouts were upon him and taking him in. It all happened so fast that he was still trying to process it all. Now he was all alone in a cavern’s chamber, still testing the strong hold that kept his hands from moving. 

His focus was interrupted by incoming footsteps, turning to the chamber’s entrance. Once he realized who was coming to see him, the tied up ape gulped and felt himself start to sweat a bit more than he already was. Approaching was a much larger gorilla, his entire body was thick and heavy, being adorned with many tattoos along his upper arms, legs, and across his bare chest. 

Around his wrists were the cuffs that marked that of a tribe’s leader. Cyril had only heard of him but there was no mistaking that this was his neighboring tribe’s leader, Vitkus. The towering primate looked down at the intruder and smirked. “This is what all the fuss is about? A runt like you?” 

“This is a mistake!” Cyril protested, facing the tribe leader. 

“That’s for me to decide. And it doesn’t matter anyways,” Vitkus smirked. 

“Why not?” 

Easing down to meet eye level with the sitting ape, Vitkus looked at him. He wore nothing more than the common loincloth, lacking any tattoos, necklaces, or bracelets. The signs of someone who was on the “bottom of the totem pole.” 

Vitkus decided to just tell him what happened while the warrior was being brought to the cavern and left there. The two tribes were on thin ice with the other and Cyril’s ‘invasion’ was the perfect thing to justify them marching into the weaker tribes' borders. The other tribe’s leader knew this and a meeting was quickly organized. When hearing of the cause, a new agreement was made, one that satisfied both sides. 

“Since you’re the one that got them in this mess, your tribe traded you just to keep them from getting run out of their own turf. We even managed to make peace over it. And if you wanna keep that peace, then you’re gonna be my pet.” 

Cyril was at a loss for what he heard. The two tribes had been fighting long before he had been born. But one had always been stronger than the other, keeping them at a stalemate. In honesty he was conflicted about this, glad that all the tension between them was eased but he wasn’t keen on belonging to someone. 

Seeing the look on the other male’s face, Vitkus tilted his head. “You’re really giving this some thought? You can go if you want, but then the takeover will be on your hands.” 

Gulping, he realized how deep he was into this. If only for the sake of his friends and other former tribemates... 

“Fine,” he said. 

He was soon untied and stayed true to his agreement, standing tall but still dwarfed by the other ape. A large hand reached forward and swiftly tore away the loincloth that hid his flaccid cock. It happened so quickly but brought with it a better idea of what the other gorilla meant by “pet.” 

Not seeing the point in wasting time, the tribe leader revealed himself even though his loincloth was purposely shorter than most, leaving little to the imagination. But when the thin fabric fell to the ground, the bigger ape’s semi hard was now on full display. It looked even bigger than the bulge made it seem.

Now in the open air, the fat and long meat was starting to swell, jumping a bit before swinging back down to thump into the fat pair of balls behind it. That roused the fluids in them, bringing a bead that developed into a drooling string of precum that dangled from the tip. 

Coming from a tribe of strong males, Cyril was no stranger to seeing his fellow warrior exposed from time to time, but this was the first time the sight of someone’s endowment so close to his own face. His wide eyes couldn’t tear away from the softened but still swollen and veiny dick that was joined by heavy, fat balls. Dribbles of the clear fluid were hitting the cave floor as the length was still filling out, plumping up with blood as it only continued to expand. 

Despite how large it already seemed to be, Vitkus revealed himself to be a grower, looking down proudly at his own cock that was starting to lift on its own, one would think there was an actual snake attached to the leader’s pelvis. When standing at full mast, it might as well have been a spear, being a full twelve inches and way thicker than any other erect one he glanced at before. 

“This is the cock of a true warrior.” With hands on his hips, Vitkus let his cock simply bounce and flex, spilling his thick fluids down his own shaft and from the fat tip itself, now coming down to make even more of a mess on the ground. 

For some reason the younger gorilla couldn’t move. He could only continue to stare at the thick foreskin, wet with a greasy and sweaty film. A blush struck when his own erection was flaring up, he reached full hardness much quicker and heard some mocking laughter as his five inch cock could be seen. While it was average for a warrior, it was utterly tiny compared to what the other male had. 

His focus on large meat was ripped away by a strong hand gripping his head and pulling him in. There wasn’t enough time to gasp before his face was being smushed into a swampy and hairy pit. A muffled groan sounded from the bitter taste of sweat that struck his tongue. 

[i]D-damn… How is his pit this wet? It’s so hairy…this is disgusting.[/i] 

He was being held there, made to get familiar with the strong masculine reek. For added measure he increased the grip and ground the other male’s head into his soaked pit fur, making a sound of comfort from soft lips brushing through the dense hair. 

“Better get used to it,” Vitkus advised in a mocking tone. “Now I got someone to lick them clean after a long day.” 

His breath caught in his throat when Cyril realized that this was really happening. This was to be his life now. In this cramped chamber, being nearly smothered by the larger brute. His former home; his friends and allies had traded him to save themselves, leaving him to be used as nothing more than an object, a means of someone else’s pleasures. 

As his face was being slathered in potent sweat, the new pet felt tears welling in his eyes, both from the betrayal and the strong odor that continued to flood his senses. The hand that pressed to the back of his head eased up but grabbed his neck instead, making him gag and gasp. 

The firm hold allowed Vitkus to push his body against, chuckling as he felt the soaked pit bush making contact with a soft and warm tongue. “Now that you got the scent, it’s time for the taste test.” 

Now realizing the severity of the situation, he felt that there was no choice but to move his own tongue, reluctantly grazing it along the muggy space, fighting gags as he got a full taste of a powerfully bitter flavor. Cyril had to force himself to keep licking, feeding himself more of the terrible taste, slowly but surely cleaning away the days worth of sweat, both fresh and new, that came from a whole day out in the humid jungle.

“Yeah, just like that. Got another one for you to take care of…” 

He was given a brief moment of fresh air before his face was shoved into the other, exposing him to the full brunt of the strong musk once more. Groaning and shuddering he once more brought himself to repeat his previous actions, dragging his tongue along and cleaning away the excess of sweat. At this point it was all that he could taste and the smell of Vitkus’ underarm musk was heavy on his breath. He was glad when his head was pulled back, seeming to finally satisfy the dominating male. 

“Nothing to say?” Vitkus peaked. His pet seemed to be in a dazed state, likely overwhelmed by constant exposure to his musk. A groan was given in response and that was good enough for the tribe leader. 

The next thing Cyril knew, he was lying on the smooth and cold cavern floor. Just as his wits returned, he could see the thick mounds of the other gorilla’s ass easing over his face. Sweat from the hefty sack dripped onto the face and his heart skipped a beat as he spied the firm hole that winked in between the large cheeks. 

“I’ve been meaning to get a new throne,” he chuckled, easing himself down. 

“W-wait!” Cyril groaned, reaching up against the heavy backside. Being made to lick at his sopping pits was one thing but there was no wait that he could… Being much stronger, it was easy for Vitkus to overpower, making an exaggerated sigh as he sat on the other male’s face, ignoring the muffled sounds of protest. 

Once more, the lying male was nearly smothered under the heavy ass, having more sweat being smeared over his lips, feeling the soft rim twitching against them. His heart was pounding in his ears and he could only just hear the deep voice giving him a command but not the actual details. After a few moments, the hole was ground over his lips, smearing more sweat and the strong musk that wafted from the opening. Putting the clues together and swallowing his pride, Cyril closed his eyes and touched his tongue to the soft rim. 

He started out with slow licks, trying to pretend that he was doing something else, but it was hard to do so with the heavy smell and the deep groans of delight that reached him. Figuring that it was best to just get it over with, he twirled the pink muscle around with more speed and pressure, lapping up the sweat that made the space in between the fat mounds muggy. It was harder work than licking at the pits, not being able to move his head much. Once the outside was cleaned there was only one more place that his tongue could go. 

Vitkus felt the pause and ground his ass against the smaller ape’s face again, putting more of his weight down. A muffled sound came, followed by firm smacks to his ass. It actually felt pretty good but he was firm on not letting up until he got what he wanted. 

With no other method working and his air supply being reduced by much, Cyril caved and pressed his tongue to the soft opening. The groans of the bigger male increased in time with the tip easing along the expanding rim, finally breaching past and being squeezed by strong anal walls. As best he could, the other ape began rimming. Along the sensitive walls, he licked along. The flavor that met him was different, much lighter but still carrying the hints of sweat. Easing more of the appendage inside, he licked harder and deeper, wondering what he was supposed to do or how long he was going to be doing this. 

Vitkus was simply enjoying the hot tongue that twirled inside of his hole. “There’s no point in trying to resist. It’s better to just accept your new place; licking my pits, sucking my ass…whatever I want you to do.” 

He continued to enjoy the tonguing to his ass, giving slow grinds of it against the flicking and twirling appendage pushing it even deep into himself. As good as it felt, it was also getting him worked up. If there was one thing he was certain of, his new pet’s tongue was rather talented and he wanted to start putting it to further use. After enjoying it a bit more, he finally eased up, smirking as he heard a drawn out gasp underneath him. 

Looking between the smaller primate’s legs, there came another chuckle of amusement. “Enjoying yourself? Being marked by my sweat, stinking like me?” 

“N-No!” Cyril countered but he could feel that his shaft was harder than it had ever been. 

To test out the younger male’s claim, he gripped the rock hard shaft in his rough hand, giving it some slow strokes. Sitting on the writhing and moaning male’s upper chest left him unable to get up or stop it. Vitkus was just giving light pumps and doing them slowly and a few more did the trick. Cyril cried out as his cock spurt ropes of his climax against the heavy fist. 

“What do you call that?” the leader huffed before licking up the seed. The flavor was very lacking compared to his own flavor, carrying a heavy masculine taste. 

All that he got in response was weak groans and pants. After just cumming once, the warrior was already completely spent. 

“What a waste…” the stud huffed to himself. Though being smaller, Cyril had the makings of a potentially strong fighter. It was a shame he’d rather prance through the jungle in his spare time. 

Easing up and turning around he reached down and lifted Cyril’s head up to the thick tip of his wet cock. The other male went wide eyed but he was in no position to protest this time, not when the stronger ape was already pushing in down, forcing the lips to spread around the thick and strong tasting tip. Groaning deeply, he fed more and more of his long and fat shaft into the soft mouth. 

About halfway in, Cyril was starting to cough and gag. He was actually given a moment to adjust, having the length being tugged back over his soft tongue, smearing the excess of pre that continually dribbled out, striking the taste buds once more with powerfully earthy tones. Soft lips were wrapped snug around without being told and Vitkus held himself back and just took a moment to enjoy the first six inches of his cock being sucked on and grinding over the smooth pink muscle. 

Having his head held in place, Cyril did his best to appease the stronger male, working his tongue along the snaking cock, feeling the thick greasy foreskin sliding back and forth. It was so thick and so hot, pulsing against his lips and spurting more of the virile precum that he had to gulp down, shivering as he felt the warm goo oozing down his throat. 


The next thrust was much stronger and was joined by the other’s head being pulled down. Another gag came but it did no good against the muscular ape’s strength, forcing him to take even more of it. The feeding in of the last six inches was slow, forcing Cyrus to feel the deep stretching of his esophagus expanding it further than it ever had been. His gag reflex was useless and it was very hard to breathe if he could. 

“Just hold still and take all of my dick..!” Vitkus groaned, making another strong buck of his hips that jammed the rest of it inside, pressing his damp pubes to the heavily breathing male’s nose, once more feeding him a strong odor, now being uniquely hinted with cock funk. 

Taking full control, Vitus began to buck his hips, feeling his shaft being tightly hugged while it rubbed along the flexing walls. The first half stayed buried down into the snug passage while the second half was being treated to steady licks and soft suckles from the tightly wrapped lips. 

Doing this gave both the feeling of pleasure but also power over the other male. He could feel no more resistance despite the slight defiance that still burned behind the eyes that met his own. Another suge of his hips buried all of it deep down, forming a fat bulge in the other male’s throat. Keeping himself there, grinding over the soft tongue and smacking his face balls against the other ape’s chin only intensified those feelings. 

“Fuck…” he grunted. 

Pulling back gave the other a moment to take a deep breath but it was cut short when the whole thing was shoved inside of him once more. Now the stud ape was blatantly fucking the tight throat, his cock slathered in slick spit and thick precum. On his face was a wide grin, taking immense pleasure out of ruining the other ape’s throat. This was done in between pauses to let the other take gasps of air. 

It had been some time since he had release and a bulk of thatsexual frustration was being taken out in the form of sharp grunts and relentless mouthfucking. At this pace, the pleasure was rising steadily and his breathing was much deeper. “I gotta remember to thank Wilan for giving up so easily.”

Hearing the name of his tribe leader brought a pang within the used ape’s chest. The words struck deep and only further exemplified how easily he was tossed away in effort to protect their own skins. 

His thoughts were once more one the treatment he was receiving, both from his head being roughly pushed and pulled and hearing the deeper noises that came from the bulkier primate. Now it was full force, repeatedly cramming it all down his throat, tugging it roughly back out before repeating it all. After a bit more of this the pulses were strong and the constant stream of pre actually eased. 

It was only just before that Cyril realized what this meant. Another hard shove it of came just as his master made a low bellow. “Rraaagh, there it is… Swallow down all of my fat load, bitch!” Through his strong climax he continued to use the warm throat, milking thick spurts of seed that were pumped from his heavy balls. There was no let up on the other primate’s end, leaving him struggling to swallow down the volleys of seed that overfilled his windpipe, leaving him to choke and cough around it, enduring until all of would come to an end. More gushes of it came and was coughed up around the shaft it came from, making a huge mess between the pulsing length and his lips, dribbling down his chin. 

“Oooh…fuck yeah…” the leader sighed deeply as the finally finished. With his large chest, beaded with sweat, rising and falling, he basked in the strong afterglow before pulling his long still hard cock from the bred mouth. 

Cyril felt sick from the heaviness and heavy in his gut. The slimy feeling clung to his throat, not leaving him no matter how much he swallowed and the taste was just as clinging, lingering even after he forced himself to gulp down the mouthful of silverback cum. 

Things were still moving on from there but it was becoming a blur for the coughing male. All of his senses were tainted with the permanent tastes and smells of the bigger gorilla’s seed and sweat. He realized that his stomach was full of another man’s cum. He was seeded, marked…

It was hardly noticed when he was turned over and made to get on his hands and knees. But a jolt was given to his senses via the prodding of the messy cock against his never before touched hole. He wanted to stop this, to protest but the moment he opened his mouth it was already entering him, roughly pushing right past his rim. The cum he coughed up coated the already slick shaft, making the entry swift and smooth. Being penetrated for the first time brought a sharp sting that made him wince and grit his teeth. 

The penetration was made agonizingly slow, ensuring that every inch was felt sliding in. On Cyril’s end, the tip alone was enough to make him shake and fail to blink away the tears that welled up from his hole being stretched even further. He felt all of it as it happened, the gradual feeding in of what lay in wait, beyond the tip itself, continuing to spread his rim wider. He never imagined that this first time being on the receiving end of another man would be like this, a near endless teasing and of forcing his rim to expand while stuffing more inside of his ill-equipped body. 

Another wave of shame came from the sounds that came from him. Though he felt them rising from his throat, the primate couldn’t hold back the made shaky gasps and strained groans that left him. The more he was filled, the less control Cyril had over his voice despite all his attempts to keep it. He could feel the heavy meat rolling over something inside of him, putting immense pressure on a spot that made his body nearly collapse in an instant, struck by a host of feelings that only overwhelmed him. His face pressed not to the bare stone of the cavern, but planted directly into the discarded loincloth of the tribe leader, feeding him the powerful scent. At the very least, the haze that quickly muddled his mind took some discomfort away from his position. 

It would have been considered a mercy that the entire thing wasn’t slowly eased inside. Not even halfway into the soft hole, Vitkus lost patience and expedited the process by thrusting several inches inside at once. The weaker gorilla’s yell was nearly drowned out by the silverback’s groan of pleasure. His powerful muscles rippled and flexed with the strength put into the thrusts, pushing and pulling his heavy cock along. His chest was glistened with his own sweat, renewing the musky scent that had been eased from the tongue bath. 

The thrusts were uneven, seeking to get any sort of pleasure that he could. For the most part the first half of his cock was being snugly wedged inside of the smaller male, sometimes a bit more before being tugged free. Another pull back was followed by a strong surge forward of the dominant primate’s hips, shoving the entire foot of fat cock in. 

“Ooh… Nice and tight. Hehe, a little too tight. Gotta break you in so I can shove it all in on the first thrust.” 

Cyril could only do his best to brace himself. The other male made good on his word and wasted no time shoving his dick deep inside and roughly tugging back. The focus was less on pleasure and forcing the hole to conform to its new owner’s immense size. He had to endure as each hard ram inside came faster and harder than the last. At this point the smaller male’s open mouth gave no actual sound, leaving him to further brace and withstand the assault on his already beaten hole. 

A relief came in the form of those intense motions easing up, just a bit but he was more than willing to take it. He could feel that his insides had been reshaped around the fat maleness, making it easier to take the pulsing thing. 

A pace was set once more, Vitkus’ body eased over the other males, bringing the two of them even closer. With a manly grunts his cock pumped against the soft walls, shoving his entire shaft inside and back out before repeating the motions all over again. There was no relent, making each one strong and reaching in deep. 

Unable to stop himself, Cyril was panting all the harder. Soft moans left joined the deeper voice, his eyes were rolling from the feelings that came over him. He had never experienced this before, his mind and body being in conflict with another. His mind was still resisting, telling the pinned ape that he was next to nothing now, no more than a toy for someone else to shove their dick inside. Countering this was his body responding to all the new things being done to him. The moans that continuously spilled from his open mouth, the hard panting, and feeling his own cock getting hard once more; it made him seem as if he was truly enjoying this. In truth, the pet wasn’t sure how he was supposed to feel. 

This was all so degrading and there was still some discomfort from being further stretched. And at the same time he couldn’t help but take note of the rise in pleasure that came when his prostate was repeatedly struck. Alongside that was him willingly keeping his face pressed to the damp loincloth, huffing the odor of cock and ball musk. There was something about the strong stink that led to him coming back to it, taking more whiffs and letting it consume his senses via slight burning in the back of his nose and further fogging up his mind. 

Vitkus seemed to recognize this, chuckling and giving a firm smack to one of the soft asscheeks. “Enjoying yourself? Don’t blame you.” 

Even if he could form the words to argue, it would be hard to make a serious point of the contrary. Now that his ass was stretched to receive slams of the fleshy spear without resistance, each of them filled him completely and gave pressure to his prostate. Even with shame burning deep inside, Cyril could feel his body responding via the throbs and leaking of his bouncing cock. 

Vitkus was sure that it was a matter of time before he broke his pet in completely, and when that time would come, the smaller ape would all but beg for his monstrous cock, mindlessly worshiping it with his tongue and body. For the time being, he was content to ram himself completely inside, forcing more moans out that echoed off the cavern’s walls. 

He went from gripping the other male’s hips, to easing his larger form over Cryril’s pressing his dripping chest to the smooth fur of the smaller ape’s back. He took further enjoyment of grinding his body along, smearing his sweat into the former rival tribe member, marking him with his own musk. Reaching in even deeper and keeping more of his cock inside, Vitkus went even faster, smacking his pelvis against the toned pair of cheeks. 

This was his display of a dominant man, brutally taking the other male and on his first time no less. “How does it feel to finally pop that cherry?” The only response he got were incoherent noises consisting of strained groans and shallow pants. They were in time with the rough tugging and slamming in of his dick, overfilling the hole and wearing the rim thin with every motion made. 

“About time you know your place,” Viktus reminded him. “This ass is mine! And you can pretend that you don’t like it, but from now on you’re my own personal slut.” His thick arms wrapped around the other gorilla’s chest. “Be a good boy and you’ll be treated right.” 

All that he felt already made it hard for Cyril to think straight, but those words managed to stick inside of his head. In a sense, his life flashed before his eyes. He saw everything that led up to now. Though a warrior, he was never taken that seriously and often made a mess of things more than benefiting his tribe. Not even realizing how far he wandered away got it into this mess in the first place. Actually starting to consider the prospects, he asked himself if being a living toy could compare to the potential glory of being a warrior and rising through the ranks. His position was set in stone, he would always be an object for pleasure but…these feelings…

Though he couldn’t see the pinned male’s expression, Vitkus was aware that he planted a seed into the other male’s head. And in time it would grow and bloom into acceptance. With a smug grin on his face, more power was put into each thrust, showing that he was nowhere near the limits of his strength. Between the two were sharp claps that sounded and echoed each time their bodies connected, joined by Cyril nearly screaming out. This was becoming more than he could handle…

Panting heavily and balling his fists, he was being put through feelings never felt at this level before. His mind was all over the place and his body could only tremble and pulse in response to every slide in and out of him. It wasn’t helped by each of them getting stronger with each round, purposely pounding hard at his prostate and grinding against his pulsating walls. Being underneath the bigger, stronger, sweatier male there was nothing that he could do. His face was burning hot as he could feel it again. He didn’t want to but another deep filling pushed the wailing gorilla past the point of no return. 

His voice filled the cave as he came hard, with more force than he ever had in his life. His eyes rolled and for a few moments there were stars dancing in his mind. Those feelings were kept strong and milked for as long as they would last thanks to the pounding not letting up, even against the strong clenches that made the hold around Viktus’ dick all the tighter. 

A small puddle of his seed made a mess underneath him, leaving him to endure until his climax had finally eased out, leaving him to collapse. Bulky arms continued to hold him up and took things even further than that. The younger male was heaved up and to his surprise, the incredible shaft was tugged free of him, making a long and sloppy slurping sound.

Just as he was able to think again, Cyril’s back was pushed against a wall. He could see the smug look on the tribe leader’s face. A shift of his hips paired with another prod to the soft hole. All the other could do was wince as nearly every inch was jammed inside of, quickly and roughly, in a single motion. 

Once hilting, their bodies were pressed close together, very close. The giant gorilla pressed their chests together and put more pressure, enough to push Cyril’s face into the upper part of them, smearing more sweat onto his face. His moans were muffled in between the glistening pecs just as the thrusting began anew. Panting in response to them fed him the musk that not only came from the meaty chest but from underneath the lifted arms, damp with more sweat that would need to be licked up all over again. 

He then realized that he now accepted it. His mind was already looking for things that would have needed to be done. Becoming submissive and looking to please this brute… More huffs of the offending odor was taken in. But why? Why couldn’t he stop himself anymore?

Now when the thrusts struck those sweet spots within him, none of the moans were restrained. Even pressed against the solid muscle, they were loud enough to keep echoing throughout the chamber. There were new feelings now. The sensations of being stretched and deeply penetrated were still there, but they were becoming overshadowed by…pleasure. Intense pleasure from within. Every grind of the log-like cock made him shudder and squirm, his cock was getting hard all over again and his hole was clenching in time with each of them, as if subconsciously calling for more. All he could do was hold on for dear life, the fucking was getting harder. Tears spilled from fear of being split apart but also basking in near otherworldly sensations. It was hard to say if he could take all of this much longer, the pinned ape could no longer tell how long they had been at this or if Viktus was fully inside right now. It just felt deep, more than what he was supposed to take, coming harder than he was meant to endure…

A series of quick thrusts came, paired with the alpha ape’s voice getting deeper, moaning from a rise in his own pleasure. His shaft was finally starting to pulse, reaching far inside where it was the tightest and warmest. Ramming inside like this was quick to push Cyril into another strong climax, leaving him to whimper and groan while his cock jerked uselessly, unable to give any more from the completely drained orbs. 

The squeezes that came was just what Vitkus needed to be brought to his own climax. “Here…it…comes…!!!” he called between each hard buck. Finally it was hilted in as deep as he could manage, plunging into the warrior’s guts just as his plump, heavy sack began to convulse. Like it always had, the leader’s orgasm struck like lightning and he made rumbling grunts and moans as he felt his load rushing through his shaft. 

With his mind scattered from the third climax forced out of him, the realization only sunk in when Cyril felt the first hot splash inside him. More. Then even more, in time with each strong thob of the thick hot meat. Not only had he lost his virginity but was now being seeded by another man. Despite the dread within, he was moaning softly and embracing the warmth that grew in intensity. 

“There’s a lot more where it came from!” Vitkus assured, just enjoying the feeling of pumping his virile load into a snug passage. He didn’t even have to move, the squirms and clenches of Cyril’s ass were doing more than well to milk fat ropes out of his still churning balls. He showed firsthand just how much he had to give, gushing more of his seed and riding out the pleasure that came from it. Even as he felt the other male’s stomach starting to swell a bit a smirk of pride spread on his face as more pusles and spurts of his thick spunk made it even fuller. 

Even with his belly being stretched, Cyril couldn’t help but notice how good it felt, panting heavily from the spunk sloshing around inside of him. They spent the next few minutes still pressed against each other; breathing heavily, both sweating, basking in the warmth between them and the heavy musk that wafted from the bigger male. It finally came to an end, with the new master groaning in satisfaction while slowly pulling his messy cock free. Following was a groan from Cyril himself, his hole was too stretched to keep the mess from pouring out of him. As it spurt and dribbled from his ass, a messy feeling clung to him. 

Feeling weaker than ever, he was set down and could feel the load still bloating his stomach slightly. 

He would have thought that it was finally over but there was one more thing that the bigger male wanted out of him. Still slumped against the cavern’s wall, deep breaths were taken while Cyril was finally granted a moment to just process everything that happened. But it was soon cut short by Vitkus stepping in front of him, gripping his semi-hard cock before grunting again. 

As it often was after sex, the tribe leader unleashed a messy stream of piss that at first splattered from his tip before converging and pouring a fat rush of the golden fluid that splattered onto Cyril’s body. It started with him striking the warrior’s legs and moving up to dampen the fur just above the other gorilla’s crotch. 

Cyril whimpered as the heat was felt through his pelt, getting stronger and spreading as the pissing cock was angled to more spots. Reaching up to his chest, he was too weak to get out of the way of it and the heavy musky smell of it was once more making it hard for him to focus. He couldn’t stop himself from taking in deep sniffs, letting the intoxicating aroma take hold. 

With a single laugh to himself, Vitkus finally aimed the flowing line up into the warrior’s panting mouth, watching as he gagged and choked at first before willingly drinking the hot bitter stuff down, feeling it nearly burn on its way down. At this point, he figured it was better to just let it happen and get it over with. 

Whatever his logic, it didn’t change that fact that he was now marked both inside and out by the muscular ape. From the sweat, cum, and piss that soaked into his pelt, Cyril’s body was reeking heavily of another male. The sounds of delight from his master were taken in as well, becoming familiar with them… He was going to be hearing a lot more of it after all…