The Thick of Things
Tyler let out muted groans into his gag, hoping at least the bull beneath him would stir just enough to relieve some pressure. As usual, he was blindfolded - it kept things quite intense, and impossible to tell what time it was. However he could see glimmers of light through the fabric and deduced that it was morning. He had been thoroughly fucked all night. No wonder he was drowsy.

He was stark naked and exposed, his wrists cuffed and arms hoisted high above him, his legs spread achingly wide over the bull’s hips, nearly double in size. Even while asleep, his captor was very much erect and impaling Tyler’s sore behind, who was struggling to adjust to the intrusion despite the long hours of use. It was impossible to find a comfortable angle to sit. The bull twitched and throbbed at random, cause Tyler’s pre-teen cock to spit out globs of pre from his sheath.

A few more minutes and he could feel the bull begin to stir. Tyler had a minute feeling of relief, hoping he would finally be able to rest. It had been impossible to sleep in his current state. Last night’s session was more intense than usual and the bull had passed out mid-fuck. This was the first time he had been forced to last until morning, even if by accident. His joints were aching, and the cool, dewey air was seeping in from a window somewhere, causing him to shiver at frequent intervals, despite his insulating husky fur. The penis gag stuffed down his throat was horribly efficient at preventing noise, so all he could do was squirm on the bull’s cock.

Another grunt. The bull seemed to be awake and listening - a sudden, eager thrust caused Tyler to jolt in surprise. His own untouched, soft cock activated in response, balls tightening up despite his enormous displeasure to his current situation. The bull let out a deep breath, warm air blanketing Tyler’s front. His nipples perked up while he let out another shiver. Large rough, large hands explored his body, hands wrapped around his skinny frame. For an 11 year old, he was quite fit and lithe. He felt the bull crushing his pectoral in one solid grasp, thumb pressing against his neck and jugular. Tyler could do nothing but wiggle in response, his arms stretched out helplessly, his ankles bound to the corners of the bed. The wandering thumb snaked under his chin, pointing his head up into a compromising position, the gag flexing against the walls of his throat and causing a slight restriction of air flow. Tyler shook his head in stark disapproval - he wanted this to be over, but the bull held his head in place. He was not going anywhere, anytime soon. 

Hump. Hump. The husky could feel the oversized cock begin to fill out, hardening and stretching him out further. The bull rumbled in pleasure. Tyler’s stomach began to bulge out, the intruding shaft pressing extremely hard against his prostate. That familiar, involuntary heat began to build up again - how many times had he gone through this? This had to be one of the longest sessions he had been through in… weeks? Months? He whimpered inaudibly through his gag and reluctantly pushed back against the bull’s hips, helping to stimulate his captor, hoping to end it quicker.

His own, young cock was pulsing in wanton activity, punctuated with sharp intense pressure occasionally as the bull entered too far, too wide. He could hear his shallow breaths, still only just beginning, while Tyler’s prostate was already screaming against the stabbing member. He gritted his teeth, his breaths frequently cut short among the forceful thrusts. The bull had a firm grip on his face, simultaneously stroking his soft face and kept it facing forward. He pulled on Tyler’s binds, felt the rope anchoring the boy’s arms to the ceiling tighten briefly, and the clasps around his ankles pulling him apart. Satisfied, the bull pulled off the husky’s blindfold.

The blinding morning light was creeping into the room and onto the bed, his eyes painfully adjusting to the new time of day. The handsome, built bull beneath him was smirking, looking directly at him, watching his expressions, his tired eyes, still holding him tightly in both hands. He was covered in the boy’s dry cum - he had been putting the boy through his paces. Tyler could see spent streams of cum in a wide cone, an array of streaks and varying distance all along the bull’s chest and arms. Though only just approaching puberty, the bull knew exactly how and when to make the young husky cum, knew exactly how much to push him… milked for hours up until the wee hours of the morning, and he was now being forced to contribute more. Every inch of the bull within him was digging out every inch of agonizing pleasure. Tyler’s breaths became shallow, rapid, broken as the tightness within him began to contract.

Darkness again. The blindfold was placed back on and the bull started to thrust again, very slowly at first. Tyler could feel his body being dragged along, his ring gripping the turgid shaft with all of its might. His hips felt like they had been split in two, and he could feel his stomach greatly distending with more depth gained. The occasional movement would shift the insanely large  member directly onto his prostate causing him to seize up and release another spurt of pre onto the bull’s abs. Tyler squirmed from side to side, attempting to find some relief, but each movement caused deeper and deeper penetration in different areas, probing his body on all sides. The further he tried to get away, the more the bull adjusted his hips, trapping him further into more uncomfortable configurations.

The bull’s oversized cock hardened and softened over minutes as the pace increased. He could hear wet, sloppy sounds coming from his behind as they progressed, lube and cum leaking from his body as he continued to be obliterated. Tyler had stopped moving his hips, the bull was extremely efficient at dragging his shaft along its full 12-inch length and pressing his pelvis against the boy, balls deep. Tyler began to drool through his gag from exhaustion and constant stimulation.

The pace changed suddenly. A hand placed steadily on his frail hips, he began to buck with piercing intention, now wreaking havoc on the husky’s insides. He could barely hold it back yelling through his gag - the feeling was too intense to hold in silently, he wanted to let the bull know that this was too much… but the pounding never ended no matter how much he shouted in muffled screams. His asshole clenched uselessly and involuntarily against the wide, gargantuan shaft sliding deep inside, latent and deep seeded semen from the night before seeping out to provide lubrication. He felt the hand holding his face forcing his neck to be exposed, felt the bull easily grip his entire head and squeeze, choking him. The bull’s dick felt raw, wrong, and torturous against his inner walls that caused his own dick to throb violently, threatening to unload itself.

And eventually… relief for a few short, explosive moments. With a few shed tears and his hoarse throat fighting against the artificial cock in his muzzle, Tyler came all over the bull again as he rode another impossibly intense fuck session into near unconsciousness. He saw stars underneath his blindfold, he almost blacked out as his body caved and folded into the enormous member that was filling him out like a puppet. He struggled against the bonds holding his wrists up uselessly, unable to control his impulses as he was being ravaged. His asshole was squeezing and quivering around the bull’s cock as hard as possible, even causing some mild discomfort for his captor. His orgasm lasted for minutes as the bull expertly ravaged him, forcibly pressing cum out of his dick, his preteen balls riding high up against his body. It hurt to be erect, but his member refused to relax, sputtering with reckless abandon. At some point the bull had climaxed, but the husky had barely noticed.

After a few last thrusts, the bull sat up, undoing some of the clasps binding Tyler to a fixed position. His arms came down, still handcuffed but no longer strung up above him. His ankles came next, karabiners clinking softly. The bull lifted the tiny pre-teen up and over his shoulder, pulling him off his cock with a satisfying pop. He then cradled Tyler, picking him up in his arms before moving off the bed and out of the dungeon. Tyler, still blindfolded, gagged and handcuffed, was extremely grateful for the end of the long session. He could feel his asshole gaped and leaking as they moved down a long hallway, head resting on the bull’s pec, listening to his steady heartbeat.

They reached the padded room that belonged to Tyler - all the walls were plush, soft, and devoid of anything but a few pillows, a blanket on the ground, and soft ambient lighting that simulated the time of day. He had no possessions and infinite time. He was an eternal sex toy for the men that lived here. Though they treated him well, they never spoke to him except to give him orders, and never spoke to each other when they were around Tyler.

The bull laid him down and removed the blindfold and cuffs. The gag took longer to separate while he fumbled with the lock, but it was a huge relief when it came out with a sickening slurp, covered in saliva. The bull threw them all into a box and patted the husky down, making sure he was all right before taking his leave. Exhausted and dead tired, Tyler relished the warm padded room as sleep overtook him.

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Tyler slept for a few hours with faded dreams and woke up to his tail hole already plugged up by another one of his captors. This time it was the wolf, whom Tyler was actually quite fond of. Despite being nearly double the husky’s size, the wolf was much more intimate than the others, and always seemed to prioritize on making sure Tyler was also having a fun time during their time together. The wolf was already fast asleep underneath him, strong beefy arms wrapped around his body. Tyler was surprised to feel a slimy substance on his own cock, having came involuntarily while he was unconscious. Not wanting to wait, he tugged on the knot, trying to ease it out.

He felt a pop as the bulge forced itself past his ring and he felt the titanic knot leaving his body. He groaned from the feeling, cum oozing from his gaping hole onto the wolf’s fur, while his little cock released a spurt of its own precum from the feeling of vacancy. Still exhausted, he stayed collapsed on top of the wolf’s chest fur, enjoying the feeling of being held. The wolf stirred in response, adjusting his arms and holding Tyler flat against him.

Within a few hours, they were at it again. The wolf rolled over on the soft plush floor, pinning Tyler to the ground as he lined up his excited, engorged cock to the boy’s hole. With ease, he wrapped a hand around each ankle and pulled up, folding and lifting the husky’s small frame onto his awaiting cock. Tyler anchored his arms against the floor, letting the wolf do most of the work as he entered, splitting him open yet again. The wolf marveled at the soft, well taken care of fur and the shape of his perfect ass. Tyler was a beautiful 11 year old specimen.

The wolf entered. Tyler drew breath, his hole eagerly taking the wolf’s squishy, throbbing cock. Tyler legs were hoisted and bent over the wolf’s shoulders, then pressed flat against the floor underneath the giant frame, smothered in a mess of fur and muscles. Struggling to get into a comfortable position, the husky squirmed and wriggled, his arms pinned above him with a strong, stoic grip. He could no longer move as the wolf continued to enter, filling and stretching every empty space in his body. His cock jumped excitedly, cold pre spilling onto his flat belly.

The wolf stuck out a tongue, coaxing the young husky into a passionate kiss. Tyler moaned softly at first, increasing in volume as the knot bumped against his cheeks. He shut his eyes, clenching, waiting for the bulk. Without breaking the kiss, the wolf eased his body up for a better penetration angle, taking hold of one of Tyler’s ankles and wrists in one hand and parting it off to the side. The stretch was uncomfortable and Tyler grunted his displeasure, but let the wolf have his way with him.

Nudge nudge. With the new angle, the wolf pushed harder - the husky’s whines began to increase as his clenching hole made slow progress at accepting the ridiculous knot knocking at his door. He whined into the wolf’s mouth, making out more intensely to distract himself from the intense burning at his backside. The wolf did not relent, increasing the pressure further, relishing the impossible tightness around his cock. He broke off the kiss temporarily as Tyler clenched around the fattest part his knot, enjoying the intensity at pushing the kid beyond his limit. His tongue was out, lolling and drooling into Tyler’s open, gasping mouth.

Suddenly the wolf leaned up, grabbing a hold of Tyler’s other foot and wrenched it off to the other side. The extra parting of his hips let the stretched hole around the crown and suddenly a large POP. Tyler yelled, expecting it but still not used to the sudden feeling of his hole clamping down. The knot was crushing his prostrate uncomfortably, and Tyler uselessly attempted to squirm against the wolf’s firm grip. His own soft cock began to leak pre constantly, feeling waves of intense pressure batter inside him. The wolf began to hump rapidly, excited for the next stage of their romp.

They fucked for nearly an hour, the wolf easily lifting the husky’s flexible body into several compromising positions. There was far too much pressure for Tyler to orgasm properly; little dribbles of cum would occasionally make its way out of his cock as they shifted, but for the most part he enjoyed the energetic wolf pinning him against the soft floors and walls. Whenever Tyler had a proper anchor, he would respond in kind, grinding hard against the wolf’s hips, being a good little bottom.

Exhausted after a long, active session, the wolf took them over to a wall and he sat down with his back against it, admiring Tyler’s submissive, tiny form. He observed Tyler’s tail hole while lifting his small balls, massive knot tucked behind the folds of his ass, his weak body clutching the wolf’s powerful frame. Tyler appreciated the break in rapid thrusting and immediately began harden from the attention the wolf was giving him. It came without warning and his breath began to get more rapid as the wolf nibbled his neck, heavy arms holding him in place, knot inside him suddenly full to bursting.

There was no fanfare, no buildup, Tyler was suddenly cumming from this loving care, and it would not stop. His legs and arms quivered as the wolf looked deeply at him and his spurting cock, making out with him in long intervals. He was stuck to the wolf and all he could do was convulse in his lap, in full view, absolutely exposed. He grasped at nothing, grasped at the wolf’s big shoulders, his strong chest, weakly held his face, pushed and pulled him away, driven mad by the engorged, stoic knot stimulating him to another peak. Tyler’s legs kicked and squirmed, wrapped around his body, but the wolf would not budge as he lapped at the spurts of cum erupting uncontrollably from the boy fastened to his lap. His cock stayed entirely vertical, the wolf watching in fascination, not daring to accidentally touch it as he flicked his tongue out to catch another shot of cum. As his orgasm began to abate, Tyler’s jerky movements slowed and the wolf cradled his head against his chest, his arms holding him close. The husky brought up his arms around the wolf’s neck, eyes dropped, cock still dripping at random.

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Tyler was not aware he fell asleep again, but after waking up, the wolf was gone and he was tucked in under a blanket. The cum stains around the room were cleaned up, and although there were no windows, the soft lighting evoked the feeling of morning and would change as the day and night progressed.

He might be stuck here forever, but Tyler didn’t mind anymore. He had long since been broken. It wasn’t paradise, but he was never scared, never hungry, never sick and never had to worry about sleeping outside. He barely remembered what life was like before; flashes of living out on city streets were burned into his brain, but they were now long forgotten memories.

He got up at his leisure and walked to the bathroom adjoining his room. Hopping in the shower, he nursed the sore spots on his shoulders and hips, relishing the hot steamy water, washing the sex away, although he knew in a short while, he would be balls deep in something new and exciting.

Sure enough, the wolf and the bull were waiting for him as he finished toweling off. Tyler took their awaiting hands and walked down the hall with them, ready for whatever came next.