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"writing": "[b][u][center]Soulbound Wagers\nChapter 8\nFor Damiekinz\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nDays passed, but to the pent-up polar bear, it felt like weeks. Maybe months. Time was rapidly losing any and all meaning for him, and he wandered through life in a haze that refused to lift. \n\nTargir was leading him through the palace again. It was one of the few times that he had been allowed from the pillow-bed in a while that didn’t involve bathing or otherwise taking care of himself, and he was grateful for the chance to stretch his legs. The fact that he felt gratitude at all rather than pure rage at the humiliation of being controlled like this made it clear that he had changed, and that sent shivers down his spine as he realized how close to broken he had to be to just accept this and be [i]grateful[/i] for it. \n\nStep. Throb. Churn. \n\nStep. Throb. Churn. \n\nHis life had become a mess of sensations, ranging from the click-click of the toe rings he wore every time he took a step to the smacking feeling of his cock swinging between his thighs to the weight and pressure of the piercings in his nipples and nose. They were always pulling at the back of his mind, reminding him that he was a collared, chained beast in the possession of someone that should have fallen before him. \n\nHe was less. \n\nHe was a thing. \n\nHe was – \n\nThe soft roll of a woman’s curves pulled his head out of the pit of despair that kept trying to pull him down. He looked up as Anja walked by, his ex-wife still marked with the lupine fertility tattoos on her legs and belly. The latter…the latter was swollen, the beginnings of pregnancy already on her. \n\nAsmund watched her walk by, his eyes glued to her stomach for a moment. Targir really had sealed the deal with her. The silver wolf had fucked her pregnant, and now she carried the other man’s pups. \n\nThrob. \n\nThrob. \n\nThrob. \n\n“Heh, yes, she’s mine now, little bear-cuck.”\n\nSMACK!\n\nAsmund stiffened, standing up straight as the silver wolf spanked him. He huffed under his breath, trying and failing to ignore the pleasure that ran through him at the word, at the title, at the fucking knowledge of what Targir had done. \n\n“Haven’t bothered using her slit now that she’s carrying my pups. But her ass is tighter than yours. Did you never take it?”\n\n“…She never offered.”\n\n“Heh. She was more than keen with me…”\n\nAnother throb. Asmund tried to believe that his body was just responding to Targir’s orders, still just giving him pleasure to mess with his head, but it came so much easier now. It was like his body wanted it, believed it…\n\n“Come.”\n\nHe was led down the halls again, but this time, he didn’t sink back down into the bad place. This time, he was entirely conscious as he stared straight ahead and thought about what his life had become. \n\nDays, weeks of laying on that pillow-bed, using his feet for the pleasure of the court. The rare show of Connor being dragged out to continue training his ass had been a welcome reprieve, once, but now, he was entirely convinced that he had been broken in somehow. His ass flexed and clenched every time that he thought of that horse-cock, and he was sure that there was something in him that was damaged, trained to believe that he needed to be fucked and covered in cum and filled to the brim every single day. He certainly felt that hunger more than he liked. \n\nAnd his feet…They were clean, now, but there had been days when they had been utterly slimed over with the seed of other males. There had been days when Targir had made him stand up and walk around the throne room, showing off how the seed of the courtiers had soaked into his soles and left them squelching with every step. Somehow, even that had been pleasurable at some point, and he didn’t understand how, or why. All he knew was that some part of him enjoyed the feeling of all that seed sliming up the bottoms of his feet. \n\nHe had become a toy, on some level. A not-entirely-willing toy, thankfully – he still had to be ordered around most of the time, and he only somewhat offered his feet willingly in the throne room – but a toy, nonetheless. That was what the courtiers and Targir saw him as. \n\n[i]I need to…I need to find a way out…to keep myself safe for a while…[/i]\n\nIf he could just see something, anything that would give him a bit of hope – \n\n“Ah, here we are.”\n\nAsmund looked up, blinking slowly. The polar bear didn’t recognize this part of the palace. He looked back the way they’d come, cursing himself for getting so lost inside his own head that he hadn’t paid attention to what they were doing. \n\n“Where –”\n\n“I have forbidden you from coming here thus far because the guards didn’t need a distraction like you around. However, now that there are other…outlets for their frustrations, I thought that you could use a little lesson. And I’ll even allow you to have this as a gift, rather than demanding payment.”\n\nAsmund wished he felt something other than fear at the sight of the grin on Targir’s face, but fear was the only word for the emotion that seized his heart. The silver-furred wolf pushed the door open, holding his robe closed with one hand and gesturing inside as the wooden board swung out of the way. \n\n“Welcome to the barracks.”\n\nIt was a large-ish room, one that was filled with layers of bunkbeds. Each guard shared bed-space with two other guards, sleeping on slings that were slung between four posts. Asmund was amazed that it could hold the weight of some of the wolf guards, considering that they got rather large, but the bunks and hammocks didn’t hold his attention for long. \n\nNo, his attention was drawn to the other side of the room, where – sticking out of four holes in the wall that he doubted had been there before – were four polar bear rumps. He stared as he watched them shivering, jiggling, shaking as the wolves kept walking over to them. Some of the guards spanked the exposed rumps, others rubbed a finger along the exposed, dark-padded soles, and others…\n\nWell, others had a line of wolves masturbating behind them, taking turns fucking them. And that…that was what sent a chill up and down his spine as he heard the moans that echoed under the smack, smack, smack of flesh on flesh. \n\n“Mundus was kind enough to send the four strongest warriors here for my guards to enjoy,” Targir said, his voice coming as if from a long way off. “And I thought you might like to see some familiar…well, it’s hardly faces, but I’m sure that you recognize them, heh.”\n\nThe worst part was, Asmund almost could. The hierarchy of bears didn’t necessitate that he fuck every underling of his, but he had seen them at gatherings, watched as they used their underlings and toys to their hearts’ content. There had been many a time that he had seen those rumps in the air, but in the process of bucking down into someone else and breaking a butt-slut into their new position. \n\nThis was the first time that he had seen them fucked. \n\nThe bears were positioned face-down, clearly, their asses raised up, their cheeks parted by the tight hole. Their feet stuck out from just under their asses, but their cocks were nowhere to be seen. It was ass, ass, ass as far as the eye could see, and – \n\nSquelch. \n\nHe heard one of the wolves sink in, and he bit his lips as he watched the unfortunate victim curl his toes in obvious pleasure. The way that he just took it, the way that the wolf’s cock just slammed in without the slightest hesitation, made him moan under his breath. \n\n“Mmm, I see that you’re tempted,” Targir said, shaking his head. “Well, that is a fate that you’ll avoid for now. You [i]are[/i] still something of a prize, after all, and I want to enjoy you as much as possible before letting someone else utterly ruin you.”\n\n“My men…”\n\n“No. My men, now,” Targir said. “And they will remain that way unless someone does something very, very stupid. Come.”\n\nAsmund couldn’t help but stare as he was led into the barracks, his eyes drifting over the holes and rumps of his men as he was made to stare at them again. Each of the four had been fucked at least once, their backsides groped and covered in dripping seed. Above the holes were portraits, crude pastiches of the males that he had fought alongside for so long. Some of them were covered in cum, others had crude words written under their drawn faces. None had dignity.\n\nTargir was greeted with familiar nods from the wolf guards, and some of them leaned back. One kept his cock deep in his chosen bear’s rump, and Asmund was made to watch as the tapered dick slowly slid in. The wolf guard took his time, clearly enjoying putting on a show for the master of the palace and for the captive bear. The way that the bear’s dark pucker pushed out, getting almost puffy from being spread around a wolf cock, was humiliating as it could be. There was no comfort, no shame from the bear on the other side; he had been broken in, and wanted this. \n\n“Kargor,” Targir called, waving to one of the darker-furred wolves in the barracks. “Come here. Show my bear what you’ve been doing to them.”\n\n“Heh, yes, Overthane.”\n\nThe powerfully-built wolf – naked as all the other guards in the barracks were – stroked his sheath idly as he walked through the hammocks and bunks. By the time he reached the front of the line, he was as hard as he could get, and sporting a cock that clearly needed at least a hand and a half for personal pleasure, if not more. The knot at the base was likewise hard as could be, and was broad enough that the wolf couldn’t close his fingers around it. \n\n[i]Is this meant to break one of them?[/i] Asmund wondered as Kargor stepped closer. [i]I can already hear them. They’re fucking broken. They’re moaning, they’re desperate, they want cock more than they want to get free. They…they aren’t –[/i]\n\nSquelch. \n\nAsmund’s eyes went wide as Kargor walked up to one of the bears and just…walked his cock in. There was no hesitation, no moment where the hole resisted him. There was only a simple step, step, step-squelch, and then the entirety of the shaft, including the knot, just popped into the white-furred, jiggling rump in the wall. \n\nKargor smirked as Asmund stared at him with eyes wide, and the wolf backed up. The bear’s puffy black hole spread out, straining against the knot, only – \n\nPOP!\n\nAnd then the knot was out. \n\nPOP!\n\nIn. \n\nPOP! POP! POP! The sound was not so loud after the first few thrusts, but it never entirely faded away as Kargor continued to knot-fuck the bear in the wall. In, out, in, out, each time showing off just how busted that hole was, how it was broken in, how it was loose and eager and ready for a knot in a way that no warrior’s asshole ever should be. \n\nAsmund stared in horror and forced arousal as the fucking continued. Some of the others were knot-fucking his bears, others were pulling their cocks out and letting the white stream of a creampie run down the bear’s ass cheeks, puddling behind their balls before falling to the floor. Still others were using the exposed soles the way that his had been used in the throne room, either wiping their cocks off on bare bear feet, or just using them as toys to get themselves off in general. \n\nAnd the whole time, his bears just moaned. \n\nAnd shivered. \n\nAnd curled their toes. \n\nAnd [i]begged.[/i]\n\nIt was the begging that struck him right down to the core. They were his strongest. Mundus would know, and so would Targir. They would not lie about that. These were his strongest warriors, the most powerful men he had, the ones that had great willpower and strength and stamina. They would have been his chosen, the ones that would have come for him if he was lost. \n\nAnd here they were, locked in a wall as sex toys and more than happy about it. \n\nKargor pulled his cock free, wiping it off on the bear’s ass cheek and adding to the slime in the fur. He shook his head with a smirk. \n\n“Always looked forward to putting this fat-assed bitch in his place,” Kargor muttered, squeezing the bear’s ass. “Looks like all that rivalry is done; I win.”\n\nThe wolf spanked his wall-mounted ‘toy’, then walked away. Targir chuckled. \n\n“A little crass, I suppose, but it works as a way to keep them in line. I’m sure that you would have done the same to at least some of my men.”\n\nAsmund didn’t say a word. His heart was racing, and his head was spinning. Whatever little hope that he had of someone coming for him had been shattered, and the delusional idea that he could somehow withstand what was happening to him was fading with it. \n\nIf his men could be broken, if they could be shattered so quickly, what hope did he have? If he didn’t do something, if he didn’t come up with some way to resist, then he was going to be nothing more than the fat-assed slut that they were treating him as. \n\n[i]Gotta…gotta…[/i]\n\n“Don’t be so surprised. I am sure that you’ve seen endless numbers of species break when your kind have come through. It’s just your turn to be the ones being broken. And I have to admit, the sight is truly something, heh. Look at their rumps. Look at how soft and jiggly they are, the more that they get used. It’s like, once their pride breaks, those rumps become better and better…”\n\nAsmund didn’t want to look. He knew, on some level, that it would be true. \n\nAnd yet, he had to. Targir twisted his head toward his men once more, and he watched as they moaned, as they whimpered, as they begged for more and more of the fucking that was happening. They craved the use that they were put to, and they would not be denied. \n\nKnot-fucking. Foot-grinding. Spanking. Fingering. Whatever the wolves wanted from the bears, they got, and they got it instantly. It was humiliating to see his men so broken, but more than that…\n\n[i]It could be me. It will be me.[/i]\n\nHis cock throbbed, both humiliated and forced upward by the ring and Targir’s insistence that he be hard every time that he was exposed to something like this. Humiliation had been tied into his libido and locked in, and…\n\nAnd it felt good. \n\nAsmund could feel himself holding tight to the arousal, trying to feel horny instead of humiliated and afraid. He couldn’t stop himself. It was just…there. \n\n“Come. There’s one more treat for you. Mundus brought this one for you himself.”\n\n“Nnngh…”\n\n“Don’t sound so upset. You should be thankful that you’re not already in a hole in the wall. If you were any less intriguing, you would be.”\n\nAs the bear was led back out of the barracks, Asmund couldn’t shake the mental image of his men in the wall. They were nothing but toys, now, and they didn’t even care. He couldn’t hear one growl, one protest, or anything from the other side. All the fucking, all the knots, all the hard-use had…had shattered their pride. \n\nNo, not just shattered, reformed it. The moans had been happy, not just horny and desperate. They [i]liked[/i] being used the way they were. They [i]liked[/i] the idea of being hammered in and used and…and battered and broken and…\n\nThey wanted it. \n\nAnd that meant that it was painfully possible that he might want it. \n\nAsmund’s cock twitched, and his hole clenched. He did his best not to think about it. \n\nThey reached another room. He realized that, again, he hadn’t paid attention to where they were going. Before he could try and figure out where they were, the door opened and – \n\n“Yngvi…”\n\nThe name left his lips before he could stop himself. There, waiting on the bed for him and Targir, were Mundus and Yngvi. The latter was a runt of a polar bear, an artisan that had been part of his little clan. He was soft, far from a warrior, more of a sensitive soul that had been tossed around and punted from one warrior to another before Asmund found him. \n\nHe was also an unofficial husband, someone that had warmed the polar bear’s bed a number of times, and whom he had taken care of through the years. Yngvi had always been his, and now…\n\nNow, he saw the same collar around Yngvi’s throat that was around his. He saw the same cock ring. He saw the same toe-ring and anklets, and he knew that the smaller male had been captured. \n\n“You know each other. Good.” Mundus chuckled, tugging on Yngvi’s leash. “He said that he was known to you, but you know how some of these sluts get. They lie, hoping that it’ll get them some sort of privilege. Frankly, this one’s got the ass of a female already, and he’s just soft enough that I’d probably keep him anyway.”\n\nAsmund growled, but at the same time, his cock jerked and spat pre-cum. It wasn’t even commanded of him; the humiliation was enough to do it on its own. Worst of all, Mundus saw it happen. \n\n“Heh, oh? You think that he belongs under me, eh?” the black-furred sex-trader asked. “Looks like you’re starting to learn your place after all, Ass-mund.”\n\n“Rrrrr.”\n\n“Boy. Position.”\n\nYngvi dropped, his head down in the mattress and his ass high. The smaller polar bear pressed his hands to the small of his back, shivering as he showed himself off, obeying almost instantly without a word. \n\n[i]He’s still afraid, at least,[/i] Asmund thought as he watched the display. [i]Fucking...no…he’s not supposed to…[/i]\n\nBut it was impossible for him to not throb, for him not to shiver at the sight of that huge wolf cock that was already grinding between Yngvi’s cheeks. The sight of his lover face-down, ass-up and waiting for a cock that matched his in length and surpassed it in girth hit him right in the core, and he couldn’t stop throbbing. It was…it was what he knew that Yngvi had wanted for a long time, and – \n\nThrust. \n\n“Nnnngh…mmmph…”\n\nAnd the first moan of pleasure was like a punch in the gut and a stroke to his cock all at once. Yngvi could never hide how much of a butt-slut he was, and this was no exception. The other polar bear whimpered with pleasure as Mundus slid all the way in to the knot, bumping the swelling bulge against the smaller male’s ass as he loomed over him. \n\n“On the bed. You will join him,” Targir said. \n\nAsmund felt like he was outside of himself as he crawled onto the bed. Mundus and Yngvi occupied one end of it, while he and Targir were at the foot of the bed. He stared into Yngvi’s eyes, and his lover stared back, red-cheeked, apologetic, but moaning every time that Mundus slid forward, and – \n\n“Nnngh…”\n\nAsmund wasn’t much better as Targir slid out of his clothes and slapped his cock against the bear’s ass. The jiggles that hadn’t been so noticeable before were always on his mind, now, and the way that the tapered cock was already sliding along his taint, rubbing from behind his balls up to his hole, was both familiar and exotic. His pucker clenched, the sweat that had been running down his spine now running up it as he was pushed down, face-down, ass-up, just like Yngvi. \n\nThey were almost nose to nose as Targir pushed in. The feeling of that tapered thing – so pointed, so easy to slip into a hole compared to the thick, flared head of a horse’s cock (and one more reason that wolves were superior, his traitorous mind told him) – was sensual, sensual and pleasurable, and it went right down to his cock. \n\nInch by inch, it slid in, and the weight of the shaft on his prostate had him leaking into the mattress and sheets almost immediately. His eyes rolled, and he huffed through clenched teeth as he realized what he must look like. \n\nIn, out, in, out. The wolves somehow synchronized their thrusts with each other as they hammered home again and again, and the bears rocked toward and away from each other with each thrust. It didn’t take long before Asmund was panting hard, his hole clenching down on that fat dog cock hammering in, making his ass cheeks jiggle every time that Targir hilted with him. He could feel the sheer weight of the wolf’s balls clapping against him from behind, and worse, the pent-up need that churned away in his own pair as they dangled beneath him. \n\nThrob. \n\nChurn. \n\nDrool. \n\nYngvi panted worse than Asmund did, his tongue half-hanging out of his mouth as he was rammed. The sheer pleasure on his face was different to anything that the polar bear had ever seen while they had been together, and it…it hit him differently to when he had seen Anja being used. Anja had always been rough, always been somewhat cruel when they weren’t in sync with each other. She had that warrior spirit, and it never went away, no matter how many times they had their romps and how hard and rough they got with each other. He’d expected it from her on some level. \n\nWith Yngvi, it was different. With Yngvi, they had always been softer with each other. He hadn’t thought that the other male could get off to the pleasure of being rutted like this. He didn’t think he could have been like this with the other male. \n\nAnd seeing him moaning, shivering, almost drooling from being fucked right into the bed made him feel ashamed…and aroused at being beaten. \n\nHe reached out slowly, and Yngvi reached back. They held hands, their eyes locked with each other. For a moment, there was love in that connection, and it helped him. \n\n“A-Asmund –”\n\n“Shh.”\n\nNo point. No talking. He didn’t want apologies or confessions. He just needed the other bear there. \n\nAnd then, Mundus reached down. Yngvi gasped as his hand was pulled back, rammed into the small of his back once more, before Mundus pulled the other bear upright. Not all the way, but enough to keep him up, fingers pulled through his hair and keeping him facing forward. \n\n“Don’t you fucking forget what you begged for, you slut,” the black-furred wolf muttered, picking up the pace. “You’re nothing but a fat-assed bitch, aren’t you? Just a good little knot-slut, begging for it every chance you get.”\n\n“Nnngh-mmmph-mmmph!”\n\nThe sound of Yngvi’s moans getting louder and more desperate was familiar to Asmund, but they had never gotten that loud before. He’d made sure that his lover had always gotten what he needed, no doubt about that, but this…Now, he squealed, whining and moaning like a tramp in the streets.\n\nFaster, harder, deeper. Mundus fucked the smaller bear in a way that Asmund never had, never could. \n\n[i]He’s better.[/i]\n\nThrob. \n\n[i]He’s hotter.[/i]\n\nThrob. \n\n[i]He’s got a knot that’ll make Yngvi scream for more the way that no bear, not even you, ever could. He’s [b]superior.[/b][/i]\n\nIf he could have cum in that moment, he would have. His cock was so hard and he was oozing so much pre-cum as he was fucked that he almost thought he was. At the very least, it was almost like his brain was cumming and the rest of his body was trying to catch up. He kept panting, his eyes locked on those heavy-looking, black-furred balls that kept swinging forward and slapping against Yngvi’s ass. \n\n“That bitch is nothing but another slave now. He’s nothing to you,” Mundus growled. “You got that?”\n\n“Nnngh…y-yes…”\n\nAsmund looked up as Mundus growled, his muzzle resting on Yngvi’s shoulder. The other polar bear’s cock was throbbing visibly, so hard that it no longer swung around from the hard rut that the little guy was going through. The black wolf growled again, saying just loud enough for all of them to hear. \n\n“Who’s your fucking daddy?”\n\n“Y-you are! You are, daddy!”\n\nAnd then…then the other bear came. Hard. \n\nAsmund was still pinned face-down, ass-up as he watched his former lover spew his seed all over the bed, cumming his brains out as he was fucked from behind. Each thrust seemed to push him to another climax, forcing him to keep shooting rope after rope of seed along the bed. The constant barrage of it was enough to fill the air with bear-scent, briefly, before the smell of wolves overtook him again. \n\nHe was aware, faintly, that Yngvi had been getting knot-fucked through his orgasm, and that Mundus was still hammering home, popping himself in and out. Asmund wasn’t getting the same treatment; Targir was more lazily fucking him, taking his time, grinding on his prostate but not pushing himself too hard. It was like he was getting the second-best treatment, and – \n\n[i]No, no, you don’t want that. You don’t want to break. You don’t want to be knot-fucked until your brain oozes out your fucking cock![/i]\n\nHe groaned, grinding his face into the sheets as the rutting slowed on the other side of the bed. Mundus let Yngvi fall, the rounder, softer polar bear hitting the bed with a thump. There was no lingering, knotted cuddle the way that some might have done; there was just the faint, weak ‘pop’ as Yngvi’s gaping hole slid off the black wolf’s knot. \n\n“Looks like yours isn’t as good,” Mundus muttered, shaking his head as he wiped sweat from his forehead. “Can’t get you off?”\n\n“I merely enjoy taking my time. And feeling him squirm is part of the pleasure.”\n\n“Heh, can’t argue that. These pillow-butt sluts are fucking great when they break, but there’s something about that squirming, that resistance, that [i]really[/i] makes it hot while it lasts.”\n\n“Indeed. Now, I believe I owe you a few gold for bringing this one around –”\n\n“Yeah. Thirty.”\n\n“It will be arranged.”\n\n“Better be, heh. But before I go…I got something else for that bitch. Asmund, consider this my way of ‘thanking’ you for that meeting before you came here.”\n\nMundus fumbled about for some cast-aside pants at the back of the bed. He reached into the pockets and pulled out a small disk, something that was already glowing bright blue. \n\n[i]Scrying disk?[/i]\n\nHe couldn’t think of what that could be for before it was tossed onto the bed. As Targir continued his slow, grinding thrusts that bore down all too hard on the bear’s prostate, the disk shimmered and produced a floating image. \n\nAsmund watched, his cheeks slowly going from pale to pink as he realized he was staring at three polar bear females. They looked like they had been part of the settlement that he had been building further north, part of the capitol that he had been establishing. Had Mundus gone and raided them while he was gone, or – \n\nThe scene continued, panning down, showing them wearing similar bodypaint and tattoos to what Anja did, but theirs were spread further across their bodies. They were more pregnant than his ex-wife, too, swollen and waddling as they moved about. He couldn’t take his eyes off them as they walked about a room, only for a door to open and all of them fell to their hands and knees. \n\nThe same snow leopard that he’d lost a Wager to all those years ago walked in, taking one of the pregnant females by the collar and turning her around. Without so much as a bit of foreplay, he rammed his cock into her ass, and she arched her back. Her pussy was wet from the first thrust, and she moaned for him while the other females reached back and started fingering their assholes. \n\nFlicker. The disk shimmered, and it moved on. Asmund’s cheeks burned hotter and his hole clenched down on Targir’s knot as the steady, gentle thrusting continued, slowly picking up the pace as the next scry appeared. This time, three polar bear males, all of them in collars and leather gimp suits, each one wrapped up save for their mouths and their assholes, showing off how subdued they were. \n\nThe scene pulled back, showing off a seedy sex den. It was somewhere further south, somewhere well away from the snow and ice. The fact that Mundus had pushed it so far already, taken them so far from their home – \n\n“Nnngh…”\n\nAsmund shivered as Targir’s knot slid against his hole, almost popping in right then and there. The silver wolf teased him, pulling back, keeping him from getting that full weight as the show continued. \n\nRats. So many rats, each one fondling and squeezing and playing with the male bears. They patted heavy balls, spread wide cheeks, and – \n\nAnd one of them dragged one of the former warriors to him, spreading his fat ass and slamming him down on rat cock. The bear moaned, throwing his head back, his cock spitting pre-cum from the first thrust, and his ass rippled like water on a pond as it was fucked. Rippling, jiggling, shaking as it was used.\n\nHe saw words on them all, written large on their fur. Slut. Whore. Bitch. They were pierced, silver rings and barbells pushed through sensitive parts of their bodies, and the one getting fucked had a tramp-stamp of “I Love Rat Cock” just above his ass. \n\nThe disk flickered again, and again, and again. Each time it changed, it showed another polar bear getting ass-fucked and humiliated, another one of his people that had been taken away and sold off, given to someone else. Every single show focused on a polar bear’s ass, and he realized that his forced speech had become truth. \n\nHis people were fat-asses. \n\nHis people loved being butt-fucked. \n\nHis people only acted powerful. \n\nAs each trust got hammered home from the scry-show, Targir’s thrusts picked up, slamming in harder, faster, the knot ramming against him and half into him again and again. He moaned, huffing, feeling his orgasm right on the edge of things. If he could have cum even once, he would have been in a pool of it, and the shame was so keen that it made him want to cum despite what he was looking at. \n\n[i]Sluts. Whores. Cock-lovers. They all…they all want it. Polar bears need it up the ass. Polar bears are butt-sluts. Polar bears –[/i]\n\nPOP!\n\nAsmund moaned despite himself as Targir finally hilted with him, popping the knot past his pucker. The heat that filled him as soon as it was inside was familiar and plentiful, and he groaned as he gripped at the sheets, holding tight. The sheer rush of pleasure burning through him should have been at least two orgasms worth of bliss, but instead…\n\nInstead, he was left to linger in shameful arousal at the degradation of his own people, and the realization that he was believing they deserved it. His cock continued to twitch, but nothing came from it. \n\n[i]They’re going to turn me into that. They’re going to make me the last one, so I see all of them fall,[/i] he thought, looking down at collared Yngvi. [i]They’re going to make me see every last one become their butt-sluts…and then, then it’ll be my turn.[/i]\n\nHe had to get out. \n\nHe had to stop it. \n\nSomehow…someway…\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: Asmund is put through the wringer, and is this close to breaking. \n\nTags: M/solo, M/M, Exhibitionism, Hole in the Wall, Hole in Wall, Humiliation, Anal, Foot Fetish, Knotting, Knot-Fucking, Wolf, Bear, Polar Bear, Series, Breaking, Slaves, Creampie, Cuckolding, Adultery, M/F, Pregnancy, Speciesism, ",
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Soulbound Wagers Chapter 8 For Damiekinz By Draconicon
Days passed, but to the pent-up polar bear, it felt like weeks. Maybe months. Time was rapidly losing any and all meaning for him, and he wandered through life in a haze that refused to lift.
Targir was leading him through the palace again. It was one of the few times that he had been allowed from the pillow-bed in a while that didn’t involve bathing or otherwise taking care of himself, and he was grateful for the chance to stretch his legs. The fact that he felt gratitude at all rather than pure rage at the humiliation of being controlled like this made it clear that he had changed, and that sent shivers down his spine as he realized how close to broken he had to be to just accept this and be grateful for it.
Step. Throb. Churn.
Step. Throb. Churn.
His life had become a mess of sensations, ranging from the click-click of the toe rings he wore every time he took a step to the smacking feeling of his cock swinging between his thighs to the weight and pressure of the piercings in his nipples and nose. They were always pulling at the back of his mind, reminding him that he was a collared, chained beast in the possession of someone that should have fallen before him.
He was less.
He was a thing.
He was –
The soft roll of a woman’s curves pulled his head out of the pit of despair that kept trying to pull him down. He looked up as Anja walked by, his ex-wife still marked with the lupine fertility tattoos on her legs and belly. The latter…the latter was swollen, the beginnings of pregnancy already on her.
Asmund watched her walk by, his eyes glued to her stomach for a moment. Targir really had sealed the deal with her. The silver wolf had fucked her pregnant, and now she carried the other man’s pups.
Throb.
Throb.
Throb.
“Heh, yes, she’s mine now, little bear-cuck.”
SMACK!
Asmund stiffened, standing up straight as the silver wolf spanked him. He huffed under his breath, trying and failing to ignore the pleasure that ran through him at the word, at the title, at the fucking knowledge of what Targir had done.
“Haven’t bothered using her slit now that she’s carrying my pups. But her ass is tighter than yours. Did you never take it?”
“…She never offered.”
“Heh. She was more than keen with me…”
Another throb. Asmund tried to believe that his body was just responding to Targir’s orders, still just giving him pleasure to mess with his head, but it came so much easier now. It was like his body wanted it, believed it…
“Come.”
He was led down the halls again, but this time, he didn’t sink back down into the bad place. This time, he was entirely conscious as he stared straight ahead and thought about what his life had become.
Days, weeks of laying on that pillow-bed, using his feet for the pleasure of the court. The rare show of Connor being dragged out to continue training his ass had been a welcome reprieve, once, but now, he was entirely convinced that he had been broken in somehow. His ass flexed and clenched every time that he thought of that horse-cock, and he was sure that there was something in him that was damaged, trained to believe that he needed to be fucked and covered in cum and filled to the brim every single day. He certainly felt that hunger more than he liked.
And his feet…They were clean, now, but there had been days when they had been utterly slimed over with the seed of other males. There had been days when Targir had made him stand up and walk around the throne room, showing off how the seed of the courtiers had soaked into his soles and left them squelching with every step. Somehow, even that had been pleasurable at some point, and he didn’t understand how, or why. All he knew was that some part of him enjoyed the feeling of all that seed sliming up the bottoms of his feet.
He had become a toy, on some level. A not-entirely-willing toy, thankfully – he still had to be ordered around most of the time, and he only somewhat offered his feet willingly in the throne room – but a toy, nonetheless. That was what the courtiers and Targir saw him as.
I need to…I need to find a way out…to keep myself safe for a while…
If he could just see something, anything that would give him a bit of hope –
“Ah, here we are.”
Asmund looked up, blinking slowly. The polar bear didn’t recognize this part of the palace. He looked back the way they’d come, cursing himself for getting so lost inside his own head that he hadn’t paid attention to what they were doing.
“Where –”
“I have forbidden you from coming here thus far because the guards didn’t need a distraction like you around. However, now that there are other…outlets for their frustrations, I thought that you could use a little lesson. And I’ll even allow you to have this as a gift, rather than demanding payment.”
Asmund wished he felt something other than fear at the sight of the grin on Targir’s face, but fear was the only word for the emotion that seized his heart. The silver-furred wolf pushed the door open, holding his robe closed with one hand and gesturing inside as the wooden board swung out of the way.
“Welcome to the barracks.”
It was a large-ish room, one that was filled with layers of bunkbeds. Each guard shared bed-space with two other guards, sleeping on slings that were slung between four posts. Asmund was amazed that it could hold the weight of some of the wolf guards, considering that they got rather large, but the bunks and hammocks didn’t hold his attention for long.
No, his attention was drawn to the other side of the room, where – sticking out of four holes in the wall that he doubted had been there before – were four polar bear rumps. He stared as he watched them shivering, jiggling, shaking as the wolves kept walking over to them. Some of the guards spanked the exposed rumps, others rubbed a finger along the exposed, dark-padded soles, and others…
Well, others had a line of wolves masturbating behind them, taking turns fucking them. And that…that was what sent a chill up and down his spine as he heard the moans that echoed under the smack, smack, smack of flesh on flesh.
“Mundus was kind enough to send the four strongest warriors here for my guards to enjoy,” Targir said, his voice coming as if from a long way off. “And I thought you might like to see some familiar…well, it’s hardly faces, but I’m sure that you recognize them, heh.”
The worst part was, Asmund almost could. The hierarchy of bears didn’t necessitate that he fuck every underling of his, but he had seen them at gatherings, watched as they used their underlings and toys to their hearts’ content. There had been many a time that he had seen those rumps in the air, but in the process of bucking down into someone else and breaking a butt-slut into their new position.
This was the first time that he had seen them fucked.
The bears were positioned face-down, clearly, their asses raised up, their cheeks parted by the tight hole. Their feet stuck out from just under their asses, but their cocks were nowhere to be seen. It was ass, ass, ass as far as the eye could see, and –
Squelch.
He heard one of the wolves sink in, and he bit his lips as he watched the unfortunate victim curl his toes in obvious pleasure. The way that he just took it, the way that the wolf’s cock just slammed in without the slightest hesitation, made him moan under his breath.
“Mmm, I see that you’re tempted,” Targir said, shaking his head. “Well, that is a fate that you’ll avoid for now. You are still something of a prize, after all, and I want to enjoy you as much as possible before letting someone else utterly ruin you.”
“My men…”
“No. My men, now,” Targir said. “And they will remain that way unless someone does something very, very stupid. Come.”
Asmund couldn’t help but stare as he was led into the barracks, his eyes drifting over the holes and rumps of his men as he was made to stare at them again. Each of the four had been fucked at least once, their backsides groped and covered in dripping seed. Above the holes were portraits, crude pastiches of the males that he had fought alongside for so long. Some of them were covered in cum, others had crude words written under their drawn faces. None had dignity.
Targir was greeted with familiar nods from the wolf guards, and some of them leaned back. One kept his cock deep in his chosen bear’s rump, and Asmund was made to watch as the tapered dick slowly slid in. The wolf guard took his time, clearly enjoying putting on a show for the master of the palace and for the captive bear. The way that the bear’s dark pucker pushed out, getting almost puffy from being spread around a wolf cock, was humiliating as it could be. There was no comfort, no shame from the bear on the other side; he had been broken in, and wanted this.
“Kargor,” Targir called, waving to one of the darker-furred wolves in the barracks. “Come here. Show my bear what you’ve been doing to them.”
“Heh, yes, Overthane.”
The powerfully-built wolf – naked as all the other guards in the barracks were – stroked his sheath idly as he walked through the hammocks and bunks. By the time he reached the front of the line, he was as hard as he could get, and sporting a cock that clearly needed at least a hand and a half for personal pleasure, if not more. The knot at the base was likewise hard as could be, and was broad enough that the wolf couldn’t close his fingers around it.
Is this meant to break one of them? Asmund wondered as Kargor stepped closer. I can already hear them. They’re fucking broken. They’re moaning, they’re desperate, they want cock more than they want to get free. They…they aren’t –
Squelch.
Asmund’s eyes went wide as Kargor walked up to one of the bears and just…walked his cock in. There was no hesitation, no moment where the hole resisted him. There was only a simple step, step, step-squelch, and then the entirety of the shaft, including the knot, just popped into the white-furred, jiggling rump in the wall.
Kargor smirked as Asmund stared at him with eyes wide, and the wolf backed up. The bear’s puffy black hole spread out, straining against the knot, only –
POP!
And then the knot was out.
POP!
In.
POP! POP! POP! The sound was not so loud after the first few thrusts, but it never entirely faded away as Kargor continued to knot-fuck the bear in the wall. In, out, in, out, each time showing off just how busted that hole was, how it was broken in, how it was loose and eager and ready for a knot in a way that no warrior’s asshole ever should be.
Asmund stared in horror and forced arousal as the fucking continued. Some of the others were knot-fucking his bears, others were pulling their cocks out and letting the white stream of a creampie run down the bear’s ass cheeks, puddling behind their balls before falling to the floor. Still others were using the exposed soles the way that his had been used in the throne room, either wiping their cocks off on bare bear feet, or just using them as toys to get themselves off in general.
And the whole time, his bears just moaned.
And shivered.
And curled their toes.
And begged.
It was the begging that struck him right down to the core. They were his strongest. Mundus would know, and so would Targir. They would not lie about that. These were his strongest warriors, the most powerful men he had, the ones that had great willpower and strength and stamina. They would have been his chosen, the ones that would have come for him if he was lost.
And here they were, locked in a wall as sex toys and more than happy about it.
Kargor pulled his cock free, wiping it off on the bear’s ass cheek and adding to the slime in the fur. He shook his head with a smirk.
“Always looked forward to putting this fat-assed bitch in his place,” Kargor muttered, squeezing the bear’s ass. “Looks like all that rivalry is done; I win.”
The wolf spanked his wall-mounted ‘toy’, then walked away. Targir chuckled.
“A little crass, I suppose, but it works as a way to keep them in line. I’m sure that you would have done the same to at least some of my men.”
Asmund didn’t say a word. His heart was racing, and his head was spinning. Whatever little hope that he had of someone coming for him had been shattered, and the delusional idea that he could somehow withstand what was happening to him was fading with it.
If his men could be broken, if they could be shattered so quickly, what hope did he have? If he didn’t do something, if he didn’t come up with some way to resist, then he was going to be nothing more than the fat-assed slut that they were treating him as.
Gotta…gotta…
“Don’t be so surprised. I am sure that you’ve seen endless numbers of species break when your kind have come through. It’s just your turn to be the ones being broken. And I have to admit, the sight is truly something, heh. Look at their rumps. Look at how soft and jiggly they are, the more that they get used. It’s like, once their pride breaks, those rumps become better and better…”
Asmund didn’t want to look. He knew, on some level, that it would be true.
And yet, he had to. Targir twisted his head toward his men once more, and he watched as they moaned, as they whimpered, as they begged for more and more of the fucking that was happening. They craved the use that they were put to, and they would not be denied.
Knot-fucking. Foot-grinding. Spanking. Fingering. Whatever the wolves wanted from the bears, they got, and they got it instantly. It was humiliating to see his men so broken, but more than that…
It could be me. It will be me.
His cock throbbed, both humiliated and forced upward by the ring and Targir’s insistence that he be hard every time that he was exposed to something like this. Humiliation had been tied into his libido and locked in, and…
And it felt good.
Asmund could feel himself holding tight to the arousal, trying to feel horny instead of humiliated and afraid. He couldn’t stop himself. It was just…there.
“Come. There’s one more treat for you. Mundus brought this one for you himself.”
“Nnngh…”
“Don’t sound so upset. You should be thankful that you’re not already in a hole in the wall. If you were any less intriguing, you would be.”
As the bear was led back out of the barracks, Asmund couldn’t shake the mental image of his men in the wall. They were nothing but toys, now, and they didn’t even care. He couldn’t hear one growl, one protest, or anything from the other side. All the fucking, all the knots, all the hard-use had…had shattered their pride.
No, not just shattered, reformed it. The moans had been happy, not just horny and desperate. They liked being used the way they were. They liked the idea of being hammered in and used and…and battered and broken and…
They wanted it.
And that meant that it was painfully possible that he might want it.
Asmund’s cock twitched, and his hole clenched. He did his best not to think about it.
They reached another room. He realized that, again, he hadn’t paid attention to where they were going. Before he could try and figure out where they were, the door opened and –
“Yngvi…”
The name left his lips before he could stop himself. There, waiting on the bed for him and Targir, were Mundus and Yngvi. The latter was a runt of a polar bear, an artisan that had been part of his little clan. He was soft, far from a warrior, more of a sensitive soul that had been tossed around and punted from one warrior to another before Asmund found him.
He was also an unofficial husband, someone that had warmed the polar bear’s bed a number of times, and whom he had taken care of through the years. Yngvi had always been his, and now…
Now, he saw the same collar around Yngvi’s throat that was around his. He saw the same cock ring. He saw the same toe-ring and anklets, and he knew that the smaller male had been captured.
“You know each other. Good.” Mundus chuckled, tugging on Yngvi’s leash. “He said that he was known to you, but you know how some of these sluts get. They lie, hoping that it’ll get them some sort of privilege. Frankly, this one’s got the ass of a female already, and he’s just soft enough that I’d probably keep him anyway.”
Asmund growled, but at the same time, his cock jerked and spat pre-cum. It wasn’t even commanded of him; the humiliation was enough to do it on its own. Worst of all, Mundus saw it happen.
“Heh, oh? You think that he belongs under me, eh?” the black-furred sex-trader asked. “Looks like you’re starting to learn your place after all, Ass-mund.”
“Rrrrr.”
“Boy. Position.”
Yngvi dropped, his head down in the mattress and his ass high. The smaller polar bear pressed his hands to the small of his back, shivering as he showed himself off, obeying almost instantly without a word.
He’s still afraid, at least, Asmund thought as he watched the display. Fucking...no…he’s not supposed to…
But it was impossible for him to not throb, for him not to shiver at the sight of that huge wolf cock that was already grinding between Yngvi’s cheeks. The sight of his lover face-down, ass-up and waiting for a cock that matched his in length and surpassed it in girth hit him right in the core, and he couldn’t stop throbbing. It was…it was what he knew that Yngvi had wanted for a long time, and –
Thrust.
“Nnnngh…mmmph…”
And the first moan of pleasure was like a punch in the gut and a stroke to his cock all at once. Yngvi could never hide how much of a butt-slut he was, and this was no exception. The other polar bear whimpered with pleasure as Mundus slid all the way in to the knot, bumping the swelling bulge against the smaller male’s ass as he loomed over him.
“On the bed. You will join him,” Targir said.
Asmund felt like he was outside of himself as he crawled onto the bed. Mundus and Yngvi occupied one end of it, while he and Targir were at the foot of the bed. He stared into Yngvi’s eyes, and his lover stared back, red-cheeked, apologetic, but moaning every time that Mundus slid forward, and –
“Nnngh…”
Asmund wasn’t much better as Targir slid out of his clothes and slapped his cock against the bear’s ass. The jiggles that hadn’t been so noticeable before were always on his mind, now, and the way that the tapered cock was already sliding along his taint, rubbing from behind his balls up to his hole, was both familiar and exotic. His pucker clenched, the sweat that had been running down his spine now running up it as he was pushed down, face-down, ass-up, just like Yngvi.
They were almost nose to nose as Targir pushed in. The feeling of that tapered thing – so pointed, so easy to slip into a hole compared to the thick, flared head of a horse’s cock (and one more reason that wolves were superior, his traitorous mind told him) – was sensual, sensual and pleasurable, and it went right down to his cock.
Inch by inch, it slid in, and the weight of the shaft on his prostate had him leaking into the mattress and sheets almost immediately. His eyes rolled, and he huffed through clenched teeth as he realized what he must look like.
In, out, in, out. The wolves somehow synchronized their thrusts with each other as they hammered home again and again, and the bears rocked toward and away from each other with each thrust. It didn’t take long before Asmund was panting hard, his hole clenching down on that fat dog cock hammering in, making his ass cheeks jiggle every time that Targir hilted with him. He could feel the sheer weight of the wolf’s balls clapping against him from behind, and worse, the pent-up need that churned away in his own pair as they dangled beneath him.
Throb.
Churn.
Drool.
Yngvi panted worse than Asmund did, his tongue half-hanging out of his mouth as he was rammed. The sheer pleasure on his face was different to anything that the polar bear had ever seen while they had been together, and it…it hit him differently to when he had seen Anja being used. Anja had always been rough, always been somewhat cruel when they weren’t in sync with each other. She had that warrior spirit, and it never went away, no matter how many times they had their romps and how hard and rough they got with each other. He’d expected it from her on some level.
With Yngvi, it was different. With Yngvi, they had always been softer with each other. He hadn’t thought that the other male could get off to the pleasure of being rutted like this. He didn’t think he could have been like this with the other male.
And seeing him moaning, shivering, almost drooling from being fucked right into the bed made him feel ashamed…and aroused at being beaten.
He reached out slowly, and Yngvi reached back. They held hands, their eyes locked with each other. For a moment, there was love in that connection, and it helped him.
“A-Asmund –”
“Shh.”
No point. No talking. He didn’t want apologies or confessions. He just needed the other bear there.
And then, Mundus reached down. Yngvi gasped as his hand was pulled back, rammed into the small of his back once more, before Mundus pulled the other bear upright. Not all the way, but enough to keep him up, fingers pulled through his hair and keeping him facing forward.
“Don’t you fucking forget what you begged for, you slut,” the black-furred wolf muttered, picking up the pace. “You’re nothing but a fat-assed bitch, aren’t you? Just a good little knot-slut, begging for it every chance you get.”
“Nnngh-mmmph-mmmph!”
The sound of Yngvi’s moans getting louder and more desperate was familiar to Asmund, but they had never gotten that loud before. He’d made sure that his lover had always gotten what he needed, no doubt about that, but this…Now, he squealed, whining and moaning like a tramp in the streets.
Faster, harder, deeper. Mundus fucked the smaller bear in a way that Asmund never had, never could.
He’s better.
Throb.
He’s hotter.
Throb.
He’s got a knot that’ll make Yngvi scream for more the way that no bear, not even you, ever could. He’s superior.
If he could have cum in that moment, he would have. His cock was so hard and he was oozing so much pre-cum as he was fucked that he almost thought he was. At the very least, it was almost like his brain was cumming and the rest of his body was trying to catch up. He kept panting, his eyes locked on those heavy-looking, black-furred balls that kept swinging forward and slapping against Yngvi’s ass.
“That bitch is nothing but another slave now. He’s nothing to you,” Mundus growled. “You got that?”
“Nnngh…y-yes…”
Asmund looked up as Mundus growled, his muzzle resting on Yngvi’s shoulder. The other polar bear’s cock was throbbing visibly, so hard that it no longer swung around from the hard rut that the little guy was going through. The black wolf growled again, saying just loud enough for all of them to hear.
“Who’s your fucking daddy?”
“Y-you are! You are, daddy!”
And then…then the other bear came. Hard.
Asmund was still pinned face-down, ass-up as he watched his former lover spew his seed all over the bed, cumming his brains out as he was fucked from behind. Each thrust seemed to push him to another climax, forcing him to keep shooting rope after rope of seed along the bed. The constant barrage of it was enough to fill the air with bear-scent, briefly, before the smell of wolves overtook him again.
He was aware, faintly, that Yngvi had been getting knot-fucked through his orgasm, and that Mundus was still hammering home, popping himself in and out. Asmund wasn’t getting the same treatment; Targir was more lazily fucking him, taking his time, grinding on his prostate but not pushing himself too hard. It was like he was getting the second-best treatment, and –
No, no, you don’t want that. You don’t want to break. You don’t want to be knot-fucked until your brain oozes out your fucking cock!
He groaned, grinding his face into the sheets as the rutting slowed on the other side of the bed. Mundus let Yngvi fall, the rounder, softer polar bear hitting the bed with a thump. There was no lingering, knotted cuddle the way that some might have done; there was just the faint, weak ‘pop’ as Yngvi’s gaping hole slid off the black wolf’s knot.
“Looks like yours isn’t as good,” Mundus muttered, shaking his head as he wiped sweat from his forehead. “Can’t get you off?”
“I merely enjoy taking my time. And feeling him squirm is part of the pleasure.”
“Heh, can’t argue that. These pillow-butt sluts are fucking great when they break, but there’s something about that squirming, that resistance, that really makes it hot while it lasts.”
“Indeed. Now, I believe I owe you a few gold for bringing this one around –”
“Yeah. Thirty.”
“It will be arranged.”
“Better be, heh. But before I go…I got something else for that bitch. Asmund, consider this my way of ‘thanking’ you for that meeting before you came here.”
Mundus fumbled about for some cast-aside pants at the back of the bed. He reached into the pockets and pulled out a small disk, something that was already glowing bright blue.
Scrying disk?
He couldn’t think of what that could be for before it was tossed onto the bed. As Targir continued his slow, grinding thrusts that bore down all too hard on the bear’s prostate, the disk shimmered and produced a floating image.
Asmund watched, his cheeks slowly going from pale to pink as he realized he was staring at three polar bear females. They looked like they had been part of the settlement that he had been building further north, part of the capitol that he had been establishing. Had Mundus gone and raided them while he was gone, or –
The scene continued, panning down, showing them wearing similar bodypaint and tattoos to what Anja did, but theirs were spread further across their bodies. They were more pregnant than his ex-wife, too, swollen and waddling as they moved about. He couldn’t take his eyes off them as they walked about a room, only for a door to open and all of them fell to their hands and knees.
The same snow leopard that he’d lost a Wager to all those years ago walked in, taking one of the pregnant females by the collar and turning her around. Without so much as a bit of foreplay, he rammed his cock into her ass, and she arched her back. Her pussy was wet from the first thrust, and she moaned for him while the other females reached back and started fingering their assholes.
Flicker. The disk shimmered, and it moved on. Asmund’s cheeks burned hotter and his hole clenched down on Targir’s knot as the steady, gentle thrusting continued, slowly picking up the pace as the next scry appeared. This time, three polar bear males, all of them in collars and leather gimp suits, each one wrapped up save for their mouths and their assholes, showing off how subdued they were.
The scene pulled back, showing off a seedy sex den. It was somewhere further south, somewhere well away from the snow and ice. The fact that Mundus had pushed it so far already, taken them so far from their home –
“Nnngh…”
Asmund shivered as Targir’s knot slid against his hole, almost popping in right then and there. The silver wolf teased him, pulling back, keeping him from getting that full weight as the show continued.
Rats. So many rats, each one fondling and squeezing and playing with the male bears. They patted heavy balls, spread wide cheeks, and –
And one of them dragged one of the former warriors to him, spreading his fat ass and slamming him down on rat cock. The bear moaned, throwing his head back, his cock spitting pre-cum from the first thrust, and his ass rippled like water on a pond as it was fucked. Rippling, jiggling, shaking as it was used.
He saw words on them all, written large on their fur. Slut. Whore. Bitch. They were pierced, silver rings and barbells pushed through sensitive parts of their bodies, and the one getting fucked had a tramp-stamp of “I Love Rat Cock” just above his ass.
The disk flickered again, and again, and again. Each time it changed, it showed another polar bear getting ass-fucked and humiliated, another one of his people that had been taken away and sold off, given to someone else. Every single show focused on a polar bear’s ass, and he realized that his forced speech had become truth.
His people were fat-asses.
His people loved being butt-fucked.
His people only acted powerful.
As each trust got hammered home from the scry-show, Targir’s thrusts picked up, slamming in harder, faster, the knot ramming against him and half into him again and again. He moaned, huffing, feeling his orgasm right on the edge of things. If he could have cum even once, he would have been in a pool of it, and the shame was so keen that it made him want to cum despite what he was looking at.
Sluts. Whores. Cock-lovers. They all…they all want it. Polar bears need it up the ass. Polar bears are butt-sluts. Polar bears –
POP!
Asmund moaned despite himself as Targir finally hilted with him, popping the knot past his pucker. The heat that filled him as soon as it was inside was familiar and plentiful, and he groaned as he gripped at the sheets, holding tight. The sheer rush of pleasure burning through him should have been at least two orgasms worth of bliss, but instead…
Instead, he was left to linger in shameful arousal at the degradation of his own people, and the realization that he was believing they deserved it. His cock continued to twitch, but nothing came from it.
They’re going to turn me into that. They’re going to make me the last one, so I see all of them fall, he thought, looking down at collared Yngvi. They’re going to make me see every last one become their butt-sluts…and then, then it’ll be my turn.
He had to get out.
He had to stop it.
Somehow…someway…
The End
Summary: Asmund is put through the wringer, and is this close to breaking.