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There, he finds a mysterious cave which he cannot help but enter, lured in by the heavy smells he didn't even know would be alluring to him.\nThere he meets Nephilim and Assyram, the hyena servants of an ancient god of filth, and a bunch of raunchy and messy action follows!\n\nHeavily inspired by [iconname]boundtobemessy[/iconname] and their works ^^", "description_bbcode_parsed": "The young jackal Bactrian ventures out in the dunes outside the town. There, he finds a mysterious cave which he cannot help but enter, lured in by the heavy smells he didn't even know would be alluring to him.
There he meets Nephilim and Assyram, the hyena servants of an ancient god of filth, and a bunch of raunchy and messy action follows!

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and their works ^^", "writing": "Bactrian was walking through the dunes outside the town, the midday sun burning at him through the heavy robes his people customarily wore to ward off its potent glare. The garment was airy and he was only sweating mildly as he ventured further, eager to explore the sand-covered red-coloured cliffs further away. \nIn truth, he was absconding from his duties, as he was supposed to be clearing out the manure from the goat pen, but the young boy was more interested in exploring, willing to take the scolding and the possible beating later, as long as he could get some time for himself. \n\nHis mind was in a bit of a haze. Two months earlier he had awoken with his first, shameful erection, his knotted member spasming proudly underneath the blanket he slept with, signaling his first entry into maturity. He had fondled it, caressed it, touched it, and finally climaxed with heavy gasps, all the while feeling shameful, with his ears burning a bright red colour from it all.\nStill, that did not prevent him from repeating the process the next night. Or the night after that.\nSoon, he had a hard time controlling his body and at the same time his dreams had taken a turn for the worse, full of big men and their big cocks, drooling pre, smelling potently. \nHe had begun to take an interest into the works of the other men of the town, straying near them when they toiled, his nose working overdrive to take in their scents, the gruff villagers quick to shoo him away when he obstructed them, and giving him weird looks when they saw his closed-eyes-nose-sniffing expression as he stepped near them.\n\nOnly a few gave him significant attention, some of them groping their packages, and that was when the young cub withdrew in fear and shame and confusion, his body betraying his lusts, but his mind still acclimatizing to his newfound and forbidden desires. \nLater, his dreams had changed, and so had his desires. Suddenly, the smell of manure or of a patch of wet urine marked into the few yellow patches of grass or up a fig tree would draw him in, the young jackal one time even on his paws and knees sniffing a particularly dark yellow pool that still hadn't soaked into the ground, before voices caused him to scamper off.\nAnd in his dreams he also saw the red cliffs beyond the town, up in the dunes, his mind somehow drawn to this place, his member throbbing and oozing his emissions at some half-formed thought of what he might find there.\n\n----------------------------------\n\nBactrian had finally scaled the cliffs and was nearly at the top when he saw the entrance to a cave. \n\nIt shouldn't be there. He had adventured here before with the other cubs of the town, but now he saw it, clear as day, a gaping wound in the earth where a grown fur could step in without even ducking their head. \n\nOf course, the young cub ventured inside. \n\nThe first thing that struck him was the smell. Not merely a scent, this was a heady and powerful smell that combined all the manly musk his nose had suddenly woken up to, as well as the potent stink of fresh and virile urine and the heavy and cloying notes of feces. \nThe floor was slightly wet and slimy and the cub felt the need to pull off his sandals so that his footpaws could feel the sensation. Next, he threw off his heavy and sun-protective robes, venturing naked further down the tunnel. \n\nMoisture was dripping down the sides of the walls, and his soles and the fur there became markedly wet. The smell of urine was heavy, as was the scent of virile and male emission, as well as the stink of outhouse getting more and more pronounced. \nSuddenly, as he went past a corner, he saw two obelisks that marked the worked entrance of something that might as well have been a temple. One was made of black basalt and bore ancient engravings of lines and dots, letters he had never seen in his entire life. The other was made of white marble and bore the engravings of pictograms of hyenas and other creatures that were fornicating, pissing and shitting everywhere, the bottom of the obelisk showing the tentacles of something like an octopus reaching up and grasping it all from the sides, the tips of the tentacles touching each and every creature on the obelisk.\n\nBactrian felt his member grow fully hard from the lewd scenes, and his clouded mind bade him to go forward, which he did with no hesitation. \nAs he walked between the two obelisks, it seemed as if his focus shifted. It was as if he fell down a hole, his stomach sucking, a scream almost came out and then he strumbled forward, falling on the soft and smelly floor in a heap, shaking his head in confusion.\n\nWhen he looked up, he saw two hyenas. Naked as himself. Male like himself. One a little bit broader and shorter than the other, the broader one with deep, black eyes, the other with grey eyes that resembles an overcast sky with the sun burning just behind, light and penetrating. \nBoth males were smiling toothily, their expressions much like some of the males from the town that would grope their crotches at him, their thick sheaths bulging with impressive members hidden just underneath.\n\"Hello there, young one,\" the taller on said, his grey eyes twinkling, \"I am Nephilim.\"\n\"And I am Assyram,\" said the shorter one, his black eyes bearing less of his emotions, but his sheath throbbing and showing a bit white and red.\n\nThe two hyenas let the silence stretch, and Bactrian, flabbergasted, took the time to really take in their appearances. Both males were muscular, in the wiry sense, taut and bulging and sinewy, bodies built for work and speed and [i]rutting[/i]. Their sheaths were both coated in a layer of white grime and even yards away, the young jackal could smell their potent musk, stinky and virile and enticing. \n\"I'm Bactrian,\" he said, when he finally got a little to his senses, and then his footpaws worked on their own accord, the young cub stepping closer and closer.\nAnd closer. \nNot knowing what possessed him, he was suddenly in front of the hyena with the black eyes, his own snout right at the muscular male's crotch, and he leaned forward, nose sniffing heavily at the masculine stink.\n\"Our Lord was right about this one,\" Nephilim said, taking a step so that he got close as well, and Bactrian moved his head over to take needy whiffs of his smelly crotch. \n\"It's been too long, my brother,\" Assyram said, a bit more grimy white-red poking out his fat sheath.\n\"So it has,\" the other hyena said, before he reached for the young jackal's headfur and scritched it gently, before gripping firmly and pulling his snout closer to the entrance of his sheath.\n\nBactrian's tail was wagging furiously, and his whiskers were twitching as his nose got an even closer examination of the heavy stink from the unwashed sheath, and he did the only thing his instincts told him to do, extending his tongue and lapping at the outside, scraping off old musk that tasted of piss and funky cum. \nThe cub mewled out in arousal, his own member fully out and spasming, as the intense taste hit his tastebuds, and he made another hard lick and then another, before he craned his head a little and stared directly at the crunky entrance of the hyena's sheath.\n\"Go ahead, boy, lick me clean if you can!\"\nThe jackal cub needed no further order and put his entire mouth on the tip of the fat sheath, suckling off the off-white gunk that was deposited there, his tongue making passes inside, his whole muzzle filling up with the nasty, yet utterly arousing taste of the adult male's grimy musk. \nBactrian whimpered from it all, blushing deeply, yet his member throbbed again, and he began to work at the sheath, nibbling, munching, suckling and slurping all over, the hidden hardness pushing more and more insistently against his tongue and then exiting the sheath, the boy unfazed and sucking the hardening cock with fervour, the smell and stink of [i]man[/i] clinging to his snout, his nose, his lips, his tongue. The funk travelling down his stomach, his own breathing growing tainted with it all.\n\"Don't forget about me,\" the taller of the hyenas said, and the jackal pulled off with a loud slurp, looking up at the grey eyes of the male, before he saw his length, fully out of its sheath, off-white grime coating the red and knotted member.\n\nThe cub mewled out again, almost crying with joy as he took in the cock, gurgling as the shaft hit the back of his throat, needy to take it all, to clean it all, to service the nasty man and his grimy cock, pushing himself forward, hardly gagging as his throat itself worked and spasmed to clean off the hyena smegma. \nTasting the taller hyena brought new flavours and old, and Bactrian loved it all, his small paws gripping the hyena's hips for purchase and practically burying his face in the older male's crotch, throating the erection, gagging a little and whimpering with lust, his own cock spasming and emitting pre in powerful jets as his mind was overtaken by the almost hypnotic allure of the filthy acts he was committing.\nHe meeped out when he sensed a cold snout on the base of his tail, and then moaned as a powerful tongue began lapping at his tailhole, the dextrous appendage worming its way inside and lubing him up. \nMeanwhile, he was practically choking himself out by trying to cram the knotted erection of the taller hyena down his stomach, his lips mashing against the fat knot, the male grunting in pleasure as he was serviced. Then, the man grabbed his head and pulled him off, the jackal whimpering both from the rimjob as well as the denied musk. \n\"Taste my backside as well, little one,\" Nephilim said said, turning around, lifting his tail and presenting an utterly soiled pucker to the cub.\n\nBactrian was suddenly torn. He wanted it. He needed it. Seeing the moist scat right there, the big donut of the older male, the crusty fur. He wanted to dig in, but his brain screamed no and he hesitated.\nUntil a powerful lick caused him to moan and the pleasure washed away his reservations. \nThe jackal cub dove his muzzle forward, fully open and nommed at the stinky asscrack of the hyena, an instant assault of old and fresh shit entering his nose and tongue as he lapped and licked it all, bits of feces dissolved by his spit to be swallowed down, his nose being coated with brown grime.\nAs he serviced the nasty ass of the taller hyena, the shorter one stopped licking him out, and Bactrian meeped when he sensed the warm and throbbing shaft of the male pushing against his entrance.\nAgain, he tensed up, but this time he was given no time for acceptance, as the tapered head penetrated and then half the shaft entered him in one, hard shove, spit and pre and grime working as a slick and effective lube, his virgin tailhole spreading out forcefully. Bactrian cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure and Assyram pushed at the back of his head, cramming it into the other hyena's asscrack, and the jackal moaned out from the smells and tastes that corrupted his young mind, turning his cry to a lewd moan as even more of the shaft sunk in. \n\n\"The young ones are always the tightest!\" Assyram grunted as he began to plow the small cub.\n\"And also the hungriest!\" Nephilim said, squatting down a little and pushing out, Bactrian feeling the puffy pucker expand between his lips as a mushy turd was pushed out. \nThe cub tried to protest, even as his dick throbbed even harder, as the stool passed between his lips and entered his mouth, gliding over his tongue. \n\"Swallow now, young one, prove your dedication to the filth!\" \nWith nothing else to do, and his mental barriers broken by the hard cock up his ass and the soft shit between his lips, Bactrian began working his tongue and throat, the soft mess easy to swallow, but harder to keep down as he burped and gagged from the filthy taste that exploded on his tastebuds and the hyena farts that followed which left his nose to inhale a cloud of nasty gas. \nAll the while, he was being rutted harder and faster, the shorter hyena's thick shaft pushing deeper and deeper, the fat knot pushing against his ring and spreading him open far wider than he had ever thought possible.\nAnd still, Bactrian's cock bobbed around, fully hard and spraying pre, the cub whimpering and moaning and gurgling as more shit poured into his muzzle, choking the waste down, a few tears running down his face from it all, but more and more loving the nasty and intense stimulations in his ass and stomach. \n\n\"Got a drink for you, little one,\" Nephilim said, turning around and presenting his own, fully hard and knotted cock, piss spraying out and splashing over Bactrian's muzzle, which quickly opened to accept the dark-yellow fluid, washing down the nasty shit and filling his mouth with incredibly potent and bitter urine that he swallowed down with needy whimpers, his stomach feeling like it was beginning to bulge out from the filthy meal and drink and the hard cock that was pushing deep inside his bowels.\nHe cried out in pain and then moaned out in true lust as Assyram finally knotted him, the fat hyena cock popping inside with a loud squelch, the cub's voice filling the cave as he was filled out in a way he had never dreamed about.\nThen, Nephilim grabbed the back of his head and crammed his hard prick into his muzzle, grimy smegma and fresh piss mixing and a new taste of fresh precum dribbling over his tongue. \nThe shorter hyena kept thrusting, moaning out and cumming hard, knot battering the jackal's prostate, even as he gurgled around the hard prick that invaded his throat. \nIt did not take long for the taller hyena to climax as well, and potent seed washed over Bactrian's tastebuds, new sensations and taste-notes for his tongue to experience, the sticky mess overflowing and running down his lips, and gliding down his throat, virile hyrna-cum spurting out in throb after throb of the thick meat.\n\nAll of a sudden, both hyenas pulled back, Assyram roughly, popping his thick knot out with a cry of pain and abandonment from the cub, Nephilim swiftly, grabbing his knot, his last spurts of seed painting the jackal's headfur with his emissions.\n\nBactrian collapsed on the floor, coughing weakly, feeling his tailhole gaping fully open and spurting out hyena cum, his lips and nose and teeth still full of shit, his hard prick still spasming from it all, his own climax yet forthcoming.\n\n\"YOU DID WELL TO PREPARE THE BOY, MY SERVANTS,\" a voice boomed out, coming from within and without and everywhere and nowhere, the jackal's ears ringing and his brain throbbing from its presence.\nHe looked around in panic and suddenly noticed the floor, walls and ceiling moving and undulating like a thousand snakes, and thick tentacles began to materialize from everywhere.\nThe two hyenas stepped back and then kneeled down, a few tentacles getting close to them, caressing them, before the tips pointed at the cub and the writhing forms moved over. \nDozens upon dozens of the appendages were creeping close and the jackal was frozen with fear and dread, and then he noticed their colours. It seemed as if they were green, like vines on a tree, but their tips were coloured much like the filth and emissions he had just licked, sucked and consumed. Some were tipped brown, dark black, greenish-yellow. Others were dripping with light and dark urine. Others coated in crunky smegma that he could smell first hand as one of the trailed in front of him and smeared his nose with its stink. A few were spurting precum, and a couple others seemed to be squirting out cum. \n\"BE NOT AFRAID, YOUNG ONE, YOUR MIND IS OF FILTH AND SO AM I. YOU SHALL BE A WORTHWHILE SERVANT TO ME.\"\n\nBactrian wanted to protest, but as soon as he opened his mouth, three tentacles shot forwards and wormed their way inside. Nasty shit. Strong piss. Precum. The tastes oozed and squirted and slimed away, rubbing over his tongue and the roof of his mouth, grinding against his teeth that tried in vain to close down on the slippery and tough appendages. \nThen he felt more tentacles, all around, roping around his ears, around his neck, around his arms and his legs and his body. \nDifferent textures and sensations coming from them all as they enveloped him. Gritty. Slimy. Watery.\nHe felt the tentacles in his mouth throb, and they all squirted their various emissions. Soft shit pushing out in a powerful jet that hit the back of his throat, bitter piss mixing, sweet precum washing back and forth over his tongue.\nThere was nothing for him to do but to swallow.\nAnd swallow.\nAnd swallow.\n\nThe tentacles pulled out, and a thick tentacle squeezed itself in instead. It throbbed and he felt its tip open up and a massive and hard turd began to exit it. He felt its texture and tasted its vileness as it pushed deeper, pushing against the back of his mouth and then pushing deeper, his throat bulging out from the nasty mass, his breath choked out as the thick shit pushed deeper still, the tip of it reaching his stomach. \nThen a hard shove, the tentacle worming deep into his throat, pinching off the shit, his stomach bulging from what felt like pounds of waste in one single go. \n\nAs the thick tentacle pulled out, another one entered, this one tasting like the smegma of the hyena's magnified tenfold. Bactrian gagged from the intense crud that was suddenly smearing all over, and then he felt an equally thick tentacle poking at his battered tailhole, more tentacles caressing his nutsack and his still achingly hard cock.\nHe gurgled as the two tentacles penetrated him at once. His sphincter spreading open even further than the knot of the hyena, his muzzle filled up with the smegma of the throbbing appendage that began to dribble the taste of precum. \nThe tentacles hammered him from both sides, barely giving him room to breathe, as his entire body was encapsulated by the writhing mass of all the foul and stinking tentacles that glided around and smearing their stinks and contents into his fur, smaller tentacles grabbing at his knotted dick, pulsating, writhing, gripping, sliding, tugging at his nutsack, tickling at the tip of his erection. \n\nBactrian's prostate was hammered by the fist-sized tentacle that crammed inside harder and harder, and his muzzle was overflowing with sweet pre from the one violating his mouth and he began to moan out and almost yip, as all the intense sensations and the small tentacles on his dick brought him over the edge, his puppybatter spraying out in a series of heavy spurts that caused him to clench up, the tentacle up his ass suddenly spasming and driving [i]deep[/i], pulsating and spraying out eldritch cum that filled his bowels to the brim.\nThe one in his mouth exploded as well, and then pushed deep, cramming itself into his stomach, the rubbery appendage spasming against his throat as it filled him up with cum to mix with all the piss and shit in a nasty slurry.\nAnd through it all, the jackal cub's body convulsed in a series of intense shudders as he experienced a mind-numbing orgasm, his juvenile semen spraying everywhere, his prostate battered, his stomach full, his ass close to bursting from the thick tentacle lodged there and the huge amounts of semen filling him up. \n\nThe cub's mind grew somewhat hazy from the lack of air, and the tentacle down his throat pulled back, more heavy spurts filling his mouth to overflowing, before it pulled out and continued to coat his fur with sticky cum.\nBactrian could feel the tentacle up his tailhole continuing to spasm, and the pressure on his prostate and his bladder only grew. He tried to cry out in panic, to keep from peeing, but it was of no use, and his hard member sprayed out cubpiss that washed over the writhing mass of tentacles that began to undulate even faster, as if agitated.\nOr aroused.\n\"I WILL HAVE MUCH FUN WITH YOU, MY NEW SERVANT!\" The voice boomed, and dozens of shit-covered tentacles danced in front of his head, a few gliding over his face, smearing it with light and dark brown as well as black streaks of feces. \n\nEven though he was almost out of it. Even through his ears burned from shame of pissing himself. Despite everything that had happened so far, his mind still screaming out its reservations, Bactrian opened his muzzle hungrily, eager to fill his full stomach with even more of the nastyness, and the shit-coated tentacles wormed their way inside, snaking around and under his tongue, replacing the taste of cum with nasty waste instead, the cub moaning, his member throbbing in renewed arousal.\n\nIn his heart, Bactrian knew that this was his new life.\n\nIn his heart, Bactrian knew, utterly and fully, that he would [b]serve[/b].", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Bactrian was walking through the dunes outside the town, the midday sun burning at him through the heavy robes his people customarily wore to ward off its potent glare. The garment was airy and he was only sweating mildly as he ventured further, eager to explore the sand-covered red-coloured cliffs further away.
In truth, he was absconding from his duties, as he was supposed to be clearing out the manure from the goat pen, but the young boy was more interested in exploring, willing to take the scolding and the possible beating later, as long as he could get some time for himself.

His mind was in a bit of a haze. Two months earlier he had awoken with his first, shameful erection, his knotted member spasming proudly underneath the blanket he slept with, signaling his first entry into maturity. He had fondled it, caressed it, touched it, and finally climaxed with heavy gasps, all the while feeling shameful, with his ears burning a bright red colour from it all.
Still, that did not prevent him from repeating the process the next night. Or the night after that.
Soon, he had a hard time controlling his body and at the same time his dreams had taken a turn for the worse, full of big men and their big cocks, drooling pre, smelling potently.
He had begun to take an interest into the works of the other men of the town, straying near them when they toiled, his nose working overdrive to take in their scents, the gruff villagers quick to shoo him away when he obstructed them, and giving him weird looks when they saw his closed-eyes-nose-sniffing expression as he stepped near them.

Only a few gave him significant attention, some of them groping their packages, and that was when the young cub withdrew in fear and shame and confusion, his body betraying his lusts, but his mind still acclimatizing to his newfound and forbidden desires.
Later, his dreams had changed, and so had his desires. Suddenly, the smell of manure or of a patch of wet urine marked into the few yellow patches of grass or up a fig tree would draw him in, the young jackal one time even on his paws and knees sniffing a particularly dark yellow pool that still hadn't soaked into the ground, before voices caused him to scamper off.
And in his dreams he also saw the red cliffs beyond the town, up in the dunes, his mind somehow drawn to this place, his member throbbing and oozing his emissions at some half-formed thought of what he might find there.

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Bactrian had finally scaled the cliffs and was nearly at the top when he saw the entrance to a cave.

It shouldn't be there. He had adventured here before with the other cubs of the town, but now he saw it, clear as day, a gaping wound in the earth where a grown fur could step in without even ducking their head.

Of course, the young cub ventured inside.

The first thing that struck him was the smell. Not merely a scent, this was a heady and powerful smell that combined all the manly musk his nose had suddenly woken up to, as well as the potent stink of fresh and virile urine and the heavy and cloying notes of feces.
The floor was slightly wet and slimy and the cub felt the need to pull off his sandals so that his footpaws could feel the sensation. Next, he threw off his heavy and sun-protective robes, venturing naked further down the tunnel.

Moisture was dripping down the sides of the walls, and his soles and the fur there became markedly wet. The smell of urine was heavy, as was the scent of virile and male emission, as well as the stink of outhouse getting more and more pronounced.
Suddenly, as he went past a corner, he saw two obelisks that marked the worked entrance of something that might as well have been a temple. One was made of black basalt and bore ancient engravings of lines and dots, letters he had never seen in his entire life. The other was made of white marble and bore the engravings of pictograms of hyenas and other creatures that were fornicating, pissing and shitting everywhere, the bottom of the obelisk showing the tentacles of something like an octopus reaching up and grasping it all from the sides, the tips of the tentacles touching each and every creature on the obelisk.

Bactrian felt his member grow fully hard from the lewd scenes, and his clouded mind bade him to go forward, which he did with no hesitation.
As he walked between the two obelisks, it seemed as if his focus shifted. It was as if he fell down a hole, his stomach sucking, a scream almost came out and then he strumbled forward, falling on the soft and smelly floor in a heap, shaking his head in confusion.

When he looked up, he saw two hyenas. Naked as himself. Male like himself. One a little bit broader and shorter than the other, the broader one with deep, black eyes, the other with grey eyes that resembles an overcast sky with the sun burning just behind, light and penetrating.
Both males were smiling toothily, their expressions much like some of the males from the town that would grope their crotches at him, their thick sheaths bulging with impressive members hidden just underneath.
"Hello there, young one," the taller on said, his grey eyes twinkling, "I am Nephilim."
"And I am Assyram," said the shorter one, his black eyes bearing less of his emotions, but his sheath throbbing and showing a bit white and red.

The two hyenas let the silence stretch, and Bactrian, flabbergasted, took the time to really take in their appearances. Both males were muscular, in the wiry sense, taut and bulging and sinewy, bodies built for work and speed and rutting. Their sheaths were both coated in a layer of white grime and even yards away, the young jackal could smell their potent musk, stinky and virile and enticing.
"I'm Bactrian," he said, when he finally got a little to his senses, and then his footpaws worked on their own accord, the young cub stepping closer and closer.
And closer.
Not knowing what possessed him, he was suddenly in front of the hyena with the black eyes, his own snout right at the muscular male's crotch, and he leaned forward, nose sniffing heavily at the masculine stink.
"Our Lord was right about this one," Nephilim said, taking a step so that he got close as well, and Bactrian moved his head over to take needy whiffs of his smelly crotch.
"It's been too long, my brother," Assyram said, a bit more grimy white-red poking out his fat sheath.
"So it has," the other hyena said, before he reached for the young jackal's headfur and scritched it gently, before gripping firmly and pulling his snout closer to the entrance of his sheath.

Bactrian's tail was wagging furiously, and his whiskers were twitching as his nose got an even closer examination of the heavy stink from the unwashed sheath, and he did the only thing his instincts told him to do, extending his tongue and lapping at the outside, scraping off old musk that tasted of piss and funky cum.
The cub mewled out in arousal, his own member fully out and spasming, as the intense taste hit his tastebuds, and he made another hard lick and then another, before he craned his head a little and stared directly at the crunky entrance of the hyena's sheath.
"Go ahead, boy, lick me clean if you can!"
The jackal cub needed no further order and put his entire mouth on the tip of the fat sheath, suckling off the off-white gunk that was deposited there, his tongue making passes inside, his whole muzzle filling up with the nasty, yet utterly arousing taste of the adult male's grimy musk.
Bactrian whimpered from it all, blushing deeply, yet his member throbbed again, and he began to work at the sheath, nibbling, munching, suckling and slurping all over, the hidden hardness pushing more and more insistently against his tongue and then exiting the sheath, the boy unfazed and sucking the hardening cock with fervour, the smell and stink of man clinging to his snout, his nose, his lips, his tongue. The funk travelling down his stomach, his own breathing growing tainted with it all.
"Don't forget about me," the taller of the hyenas said, and the jackal pulled off with a loud slurp, looking up at the grey eyes of the male, before he saw his length, fully out of its sheath, off-white grime coating the red and knotted member.

The cub mewled out again, almost crying with joy as he took in the cock, gurgling as the shaft hit the back of his throat, needy to take it all, to clean it all, to service the nasty man and his grimy cock, pushing himself forward, hardly gagging as his throat itself worked and spasmed to clean off the hyena smegma.
Tasting the taller hyena brought new flavours and old, and Bactrian loved it all, his small paws gripping the hyena's hips for purchase and practically burying his face in the older male's crotch, throating the erection, gagging a little and whimpering with lust, his own cock spasming and emitting pre in powerful jets as his mind was overtaken by the almost hypnotic allure of the filthy acts he was committing.
He meeped out when he sensed a cold snout on the base of his tail, and then moaned as a powerful tongue began lapping at his tailhole, the dextrous appendage worming its way inside and lubing him up.
Meanwhile, he was practically choking himself out by trying to cram the knotted erection of the taller hyena down his stomach, his lips mashing against the fat knot, the male grunting in pleasure as he was serviced. Then, the man grabbed his head and pulled him off, the jackal whimpering both from the rimjob as well as the denied musk.
"Taste my backside as well, little one," Nephilim said said, turning around, lifting his tail and presenting an utterly soiled pucker to the cub.

Bactrian was suddenly torn. He wanted it. He needed it. Seeing the moist scat right there, the big donut of the older male, the crusty fur. He wanted to dig in, but his brain screamed no and he hesitated.
Until a powerful lick caused him to moan and the pleasure washed away his reservations.
The jackal cub dove his muzzle forward, fully open and nommed at the stinky asscrack of the hyena, an instant assault of old and fresh shit entering his nose and tongue as he lapped and licked it all, bits of feces dissolved by his spit to be swallowed down, his nose being coated with brown grime.
As he serviced the nasty ass of the taller hyena, the shorter one stopped licking him out, and Bactrian meeped when he sensed the warm and throbbing shaft of the male pushing against his entrance.
Again, he tensed up, but this time he was given no time for acceptance, as the tapered head penetrated and then half the shaft entered him in one, hard shove, spit and pre and grime working as a slick and effective lube, his virgin tailhole spreading out forcefully. Bactrian cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure and Assyram pushed at the back of his head, cramming it into the other hyena's asscrack, and the jackal moaned out from the smells and tastes that corrupted his young mind, turning his cry to a lewd moan as even more of the shaft sunk in.

"The young ones are always the tightest!" Assyram grunted as he began to plow the small cub.
"And also the hungriest!" Nephilim said, squatting down a little and pushing out, Bactrian feeling the puffy pucker expand between his lips as a mushy turd was pushed out.
The cub tried to protest, even as his dick throbbed even harder, as the stool passed between his lips and entered his mouth, gliding over his tongue.
"Swallow now, young one, prove your dedication to the filth!"
With nothing else to do, and his mental barriers broken by the hard cock up his ass and the soft shit between his lips, Bactrian began working his tongue and throat, the soft mess easy to swallow, but harder to keep down as he burped and gagged from the filthy taste that exploded on his tastebuds and the hyena farts that followed which left his nose to inhale a cloud of nasty gas.
All the while, he was being rutted harder and faster, the shorter hyena's thick shaft pushing deeper and deeper, the fat knot pushing against his ring and spreading him open far wider than he had ever thought possible.
And still, Bactrian's cock bobbed around, fully hard and spraying pre, the cub whimpering and moaning and gurgling as more shit poured into his muzzle, choking the waste down, a few tears running down his face from it all, but more and more loving the nasty and intense stimulations in his ass and stomach.

"Got a drink for you, little one," Nephilim said, turning around and presenting his own, fully hard and knotted cock, piss spraying out and splashing over Bactrian's muzzle, which quickly opened to accept the dark-yellow fluid, washing down the nasty shit and filling his mouth with incredibly potent and bitter urine that he swallowed down with needy whimpers, his stomach feeling like it was beginning to bulge out from the filthy meal and drink and the hard cock that was pushing deep inside his bowels.
He cried out in pain and then moaned out in true lust as Assyram finally knotted him, the fat hyena cock popping inside with a loud squelch, the cub's voice filling the cave as he was filled out in a way he had never dreamed about.
Then, Nephilim grabbed the back of his head and crammed his hard prick into his muzzle, grimy smegma and fresh piss mixing and a new taste of fresh precum dribbling over his tongue.
The shorter hyena kept thrusting, moaning out and cumming hard, knot battering the jackal's prostate, even as he gurgled around the hard prick that invaded his throat.
It did not take long for the taller hyena to climax as well, and potent seed washed over Bactrian's tastebuds, new sensations and taste-notes for his tongue to experience, the sticky mess overflowing and running down his lips, and gliding down his throat, virile hyrna-cum spurting out in throb after throb of the thick meat.

All of a sudden, both hyenas pulled back, Assyram roughly, popping his thick knot out with a cry of pain and abandonment from the cub, Nephilim swiftly, grabbing his knot, his last spurts of seed painting the jackal's headfur with his emissions.

Bactrian collapsed on the floor, coughing weakly, feeling his tailhole gaping fully open and spurting out hyena cum, his lips and nose and teeth still full of shit, his hard prick still spasming from it all, his own climax yet forthcoming.

"YOU DID WELL TO PREPARE THE BOY, MY SERVANTS," a voice boomed out, coming from within and without and everywhere and nowhere, the jackal's ears ringing and his brain throbbing from its presence.
He looked around in panic and suddenly noticed the floor, walls and ceiling moving and undulating like a thousand snakes, and thick tentacles began to materialize from everywhere.
The two hyenas stepped back and then kneeled down, a few tentacles getting close to them, caressing them, before the tips pointed at the cub and the writhing forms moved over.
Dozens upon dozens of the appendages were creeping close and the jackal was frozen with fear and dread, and then  he noticed their colours. It seemed as if they were green, like vines on a tree, but their tips were coloured much like the filth and emissions he had just licked, sucked and consumed. Some were tipped brown, dark black, greenish-yellow. Others were dripping with light and dark urine. Others coated in crunky smegma that he could smell first hand as one of the trailed in front of him and smeared his nose with its stink. A few were spurting precum, and a couple others seemed to be squirting out cum.
"BE NOT AFRAID, YOUNG ONE, YOUR MIND IS OF FILTH AND SO AM I. YOU SHALL BE A WORTHWHILE SERVANT TO ME."

Bactrian wanted to protest, but as soon as he opened his mouth, three tentacles shot forwards and wormed their way inside. Nasty shit. Strong piss. Precum. The tastes oozed and squirted and slimed away, rubbing over his tongue and the roof of his mouth, grinding against his teeth that tried in vain to close down on the slippery and tough appendages.
Then he felt more tentacles, all around, roping around his ears, around his neck, around his arms and his legs and his body.
Different textures and sensations coming from them all as they enveloped him. Gritty. Slimy. Watery.
He felt the tentacles in his mouth throb, and they all squirted their various emissions. Soft shit pushing out in a powerful jet that hit the back of his throat, bitter piss mixing, sweet precum washing back and forth over his tongue.
There was nothing for him to do but to swallow.
And swallow.
And swallow.

The tentacles pulled out, and a thick tentacle squeezed itself in instead. It throbbed and he felt its tip open up and a massive and hard turd began to exit it. He felt its texture and tasted its vileness as it pushed deeper, pushing against the back of his mouth and then pushing deeper, his throat bulging out from the nasty mass, his breath choked out as the thick shit pushed deeper still, the tip of it reaching his stomach.
Then a hard shove, the tentacle worming deep into his throat, pinching off the shit, his stomach bulging from what felt like pounds of waste in one single go.

As the thick tentacle pulled out, another one entered, this one tasting like the smegma of the hyena's magnified tenfold. Bactrian gagged from the intense crud that was suddenly smearing all over, and then he felt an equally thick tentacle poking at his battered tailhole, more tentacles caressing his nutsack and his still achingly hard cock.
He gurgled as the two tentacles penetrated him at once. His sphincter spreading open even further than the knot of the hyena, his muzzle filled up with the smegma of the throbbing appendage that began to dribble the taste of precum.
The tentacles hammered him from both sides, barely giving him room to breathe, as his entire body was encapsulated by the writhing mass of all the foul and stinking tentacles that glided around and smearing their stinks and contents into his fur, smaller tentacles grabbing at his knotted dick, pulsating, writhing, gripping, sliding, tugging at his nutsack, tickling at the tip of his erection.

Bactrian's prostate was hammered by the fist-sized tentacle that crammed inside harder and harder, and his muzzle was overflowing with sweet pre from the one violating his mouth and he began to moan out and almost yip, as all the intense sensations and the small tentacles on his dick brought him over the edge, his puppybatter spraying out in a series of heavy spurts that caused him to clench up, the tentacle up his ass suddenly spasming and driving deep, pulsating and spraying out eldritch cum that filled his bowels to the brim.
The one in his mouth exploded as well, and then pushed deep, cramming itself into his stomach, the rubbery appendage spasming against his throat as it filled him up with cum to mix with all the piss and shit in a nasty slurry.
And through it all, the jackal cub's body convulsed in a series of intense shudders as he experienced a mind-numbing orgasm, his juvenile semen spraying everywhere, his prostate battered, his stomach full, his ass close to bursting from the thick tentacle lodged there and the huge amounts of semen filling him up.

The cub's mind grew somewhat hazy from the lack of air, and the tentacle down his throat pulled back, more heavy spurts filling his mouth to overflowing, before it pulled out and continued to coat his fur with sticky cum.
Bactrian could feel the tentacle up his tailhole continuing to spasm, and the pressure on his prostate and his bladder only grew. He tried to cry out in panic, to keep from peeing, but it was of no use, and his hard member sprayed out cubpiss that washed over the writhing mass of tentacles that began to undulate even faster, as if agitated.
Or aroused.
"I WILL HAVE MUCH FUN WITH YOU, MY NEW SERVANT!" The voice boomed, and dozens of shit-covered tentacles danced in front of his head, a few gliding over his face, smearing it with light and dark brown as well as black streaks of feces.

Even though he was almost out of it. Even through his ears burned from shame of pissing himself. Despite everything that had happened so far, his mind still screaming out its reservations, Bactrian opened his muzzle hungrily, eager to fill his full stomach with even more of the nastyness, and the shit-coated tentacles wormed their way inside, snaking around and under his tongue, replacing the taste of cum with nasty waste instead, the cub moaning, his member throbbing in renewed arousal.

In his heart, Bactrian knew that this was his new life.

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