Bad Times

Sighing with a relaxed smile as the rumbling of the road massaged his sack, Chester leaned back on his seat with one hand on the steering wheel and the other behind his head, his pants open and his girthy cock poking out of it, bobbing along to the bumpy ride he was having. Thick droplets of precum spilled from his half-flared tip, more trickling onto the floor and the seat with every light bump his car bounced from, a puddle of the leaky old man's musky pre already formed between his feet. It had barely been an hour since the donkey had dropped off Eli with the pervy camper he'd found, still as horny as ever even with the load he'd pumped inside of the little toddler while making introductions with Jack. As much as Chester had enjoyed his time with the fox siblings, he'd been lusting after some feral action as of late, desperate to get his hands on some four legged cuties after not having had the opportunity to enjoy the wilder side of things for some time. And the farm the equine was heading to would certainly offer him exactly that, and a whole lot more, the old man's cock stiffening in his lap as he thought back to all the images and videos the owner of the place had sent him. The donkey had heard of the place through Trevor, with the boy seemingly having caught wind of the spot through his own hookups, hearing rumours while fucking his way thorough all the well hung perverts of the city. With slobber running down his chin, Chester moaned at the thought of a weekend free of any responsibilities or social norms, nothing to stand in his way as he'd spend the entire time locked up in a barn with every barnyard hottie he could think of. No showers, no sleep, the old man would fully give himself up to his animalistic side, using every hole he'd see and letting himself get bred like he was a filly in heat, the only question was whether he'd ram his cock deep into a pig’s asshole or get a stallion balls deep in his own hole first. With wild and fragrant fantasies swirling around in the donkey's head, Chester stepped on the gas pedal, unable to keep his free hand from wandering down to his crotch, grabbing his throbbing pole with a soft moan as he glanced over at the GPS, getting impatient about starting off his pervy vacation. 

Trying to pass the time as he made his way towards the farm, pre dribbling down onto his thighs in excitement, the old equine chuckled to himself as he thought of what the fox siblings were up to at that very moment. Chester was sure that Elijah was already getting pounded senseless, thinking that the tapir he'd dropped the toddler off with was far too thirsty for the boy's tight hole to wait around, certain that Jack had just pulled over to bend the cub over the hood rather than waiting until they'd made it to their campsite before fucking the kit. Glancing at the clock, the man tried to remember when exactly Benjamin was supposed to meet with his date at the hotel, smirking while imagining everything that the young canine would be going through, making a note to call Benny and get a quick update on the kid before getting stuck in with the farm animals. Managing to distract his perverted mind and keep his hands off of himself for just long enough, Chester spotted several large farm buildings poking up from between the trees in the distance, thankful he hadn't quite ruined his appetite before he'd even had the chance to dig in. After a few further minutes of driving, the donkey passed a gate and arrived at the yard of the farm, spotting a few farmhands busily unloading a trailer on the other side of the lot, smirking as he eyed up the handful of mastiffs all dressed in overalls, not even glancing in his direction, seemingly already used to perverts coming and going. As soon as Chester had come to a stop, a door on the side of one of the nearby barns opened up, a bulky walrus stepping out of it, likewise dressed in slightly muddy overalls. The man was tall and broad, in his mid-forties by the looks of it, sporting a plump belly yet simultaneously the sort of muscles that could only be achieved by a lifetime of hard farmwork, his stature making him rather intimidating just at a glance. Rubbing at the two fangs jutting down from his mouth, polishing the spears as he surveyed the work the farmhands were doing for him, the walrus quickly noticed the visitor parked in his yard, turning towards the donkey and crossing his arms. Chester wasn't quite sure what to feel about the reception he was getting, thinking that the expression on the farm owner’s face looked a little cold, not exactly the welcoming and perverted fuckbuddy he'd imagined would be greeting him. Still, the donkey just shrugged off the slightly odd vibe he was getting, thinking that he wasn't there for the people anyways, sure that the beasts he'd be spending all his days with would be a whole lot more welcoming. 

Tucking away his cock and zipping his pants as up as they could go with his erection pressing against them, Chester hopped out of his truck, not even bothering trying to hide his hard on as he walked over to the walrus, holding out his hand, 
“Hey there, you must be Lawrence. We chatted for a bit online, I'm Chester. Heard you've got some fuckable and horny beasts for me~”
Keeping his arms crossed for a while longer as he stared at the donkey, the walrus finally reached out to shake his guest's hand, looking almost as if he was forcing himself to smile as he gave a low grunt,
“Yeah, we've been waiting for you.”
Chester chuckled, 
“Yeah, sorry about being a li'l bit late. Had to drop off this cute little toddler slut with a friend, and… well, got a little carried away, ended up balls deep in the boy. You know how it is~”
The donkey laughed, though Laurence didn't seem all that impressed by the tale, just staring at the equine as he chuckled and patted his hip to feel where his phone was, 
“I'll have to show you some pictures, he really is an adorable little fuck toy, barely walking but able to take every inch of my cock in his ass.”
Chester pulled out his phone, fiddling around with it for a moment, 
“Hold on, I think I got a couple of good pictures of that cum-hungry little kit in here somewhere, maybe even a few videos. In fact, I might have some of his equally slutty big brother, he's actually the kid who I heard about your farm from, apparently he'd gotten fucked by someone who was very impressed by you while visiting~”
The farm owner sighed and tapped his foot while watching the old man fiddling with the phone, visibly growing annoyed as he motioned for the equine to follow, 
“It's alright, you can show me those pictures later. Just come on through here, and we'll get you set up with some of our animals.”
Chester waved the walrus off, his snout still buried in his phone, 
“Oh, there's not any hurry here, is there? Plenty of time for me to enjoy your hospitality, and your animals. First though, I've got to call up that older brother I mentioned, he's going over for a little date with this real beast of a guy, wanna see if he's getting his asshole stretched already~”

Giving an annoyed groan, Laurence watched as Chester brought the phone to his ear, grinning as he turned to look over a pasture of cows and bulls, leaning against a fence while the impatient walrus glared at him before waving at the farmhands. The phone didn't ring for long before the boy on the other end picked up, Benny’s cheery voice coming through, 
“Hello?”
The donkey smirked 
“Hey there, just wanted to give you a ring, dropped your brother off with the tapir a little bit ago, both seemed very happy when I left them to it. Ought to be a fun film, can't wait to see it~”
With the farm animals bleating in the distance, Chester could hear the cub chuckling, 
“Are you at some farm~?”
Staring at a well-hung bull nearby, the donkey licked his lips and nodded, too enamoured with the heavy set swinging around between the feral's back legs to notice several of the mastiff farmhands approaching him from behind, 
“Yeah, I'm hoping I'll get a nice piece of a-”
Before Chester could finish, the canine men grabbed his arms and yanked him backwards, a heavy blow landing right against his kidneys as he let out a pained grunt, his phone falling from his hand as he doubled over into the dirt, clutching his side. Gritting his teeth, the old man watched Laurence pick up his phone, grunting into it, 
“He's fine, don't bother calling.”
The walrus ended the call before slipping the phone into his pocket, giving a growl as he turned to the donkey, his farmhands holding the man down as he shook his head, a terrifying grin creeping onto his muzzle, 
“Should've just come with me, would've let you at least get a load off into a stallion's asshole before snatching you away, if you weren't such an annoying prick~”
Still shaking slightly from the pain of the blow one of the muscular farmhands had delivered, the wind knocked out of him, Chester gasped for air as he stared up at the man with fear, suddenly rather worried about how his little holiday might end. 

Groaning as the two mastiffs holding his arms heaved him up as soon as the owner of the farm gave a nod, Chester barely even had the time to lift his head before the men began to escort him towards the barn, his feet dragging on the ground as they tried to keep up with the hurried pace. Wincing as one of the canines gripped his arm hard enough to leave a bruise, the donkey decided it might not be a good idea to try to resist or shake the farmhands off of him, especially not after seeing two more joining the pair dragging him along, the entire group following right behind Laurence. Having at least halfway recovered from the surprise blow to his back, still panting in pain, Chester thought that bargaining would be the best method to get him out of the pickle he found himself in, his voice shaking slightly as he yelled out at the walrus walking ahead, 
“Y… you can take my car, my phone, everything you want! My… my wallet, it's right in my pocket here, just take it! I won't say anything, you don't have to… do anything!”
The farm owner didn't budge an inch, not even glancing in the direction of the increasingly panicked and desperate old man getting hauled along, giving Chester the terrible hunch that the ambush wasn't just a run of the mill robbery like he'd hoped. The equine had heard horror stories about perverts like him getting lured in the middle of nowhere with the promise of cubs, drugs, and beasts, before being taken captive and put through torture that would make anyone's stomach churn, all of it livestreamed to the worst corners of the deep web, with the victims never turning up again. Chester had always chalked the rumours up as just tall tales and urban legends, akin to razor blades in Halloween candy or killer clowns, but he was quickly starting to rethink his stance on the stories. The donkey's growing nervousness certainly wasn't helped by the sight that awaited him as he was dragged into the barn, hauled past a few stalls occupied by stallions and mares before being yanked into a back room. The room looked like an old storage room, white tiles covering the walls and the floor, a humming fluorescent light dangling from the ceiling right above a single chair, an old dentist’s chair bolted to the ground and converted into something more sinister with the addition of a few ankle- and wrist restraints, a hole cut into the bottom of it right around the tailhole. Sitting in the corner of the room was a camera propped up on a tripod, aimed at the chair, with a projector set right behind it. Gulping at the sight of what looked like a torture room right out of those urban legends he'd dismissed, Chester whimpered as he went pale, 
“Y… you're sure I can't just… pay you off? To not do… wh… whatever it is you're about to do to me?”
The walrus chuckled, grinning maliciously as he turned to the old man, grabbing the donkey's ears to hold up the equine's head, 
“There's no money on this earth that could get you out of this, degenerate~”

Grunting as he was hauled further into the room, tripping over himself as he shook his head with a nervous groan, Chester was tossed onto the dentist’s chair, his head bouncing off of the headrest. The mastiffs that had dragged him into the barn immediately lunged on top of the man, two of them keeping him pinned to the chair as a third strapped him onto it, tightly securing his wrists and ankles in place as he did his best to wriggle and yank himself free, unable to budge an inch as he was tied in place. The walrus just watched Chester silently, smirking as the farmhands grabbed at his clothes as soon as he was strapped to the chair, ripping his shirt right off of him, one of the muscular canines producing a box cutter, flashing it in front of the equine's face as he whimpered, 
“Might not wanna wriggle around like that, or you're gonna lose more than just your clothes.”
Immediately going still as he stared at the sharp blade in terror, Chester held his breath as he watched the box cutter nearing his crotch, his legs trembling slightly as the mastiff cut his pants, just barely missing his family jewels with the sharp end of the knife. Flinching as his jeans and underwear were ripped off as well, the old man was left completely naked and tied up on the chair, the farmhands stepping aside as one of them moved behind him, plugging something into the projector he'd seen set up over his shoulder. Laurence stood in front of the kidnapped pervert, grinning as he stared down the increasingly panicked Chester, his sneer only growing more sinister as the donkey shouted out at him, 
“Wh… what is this, what are you doing!?”
As if to answer the man's question, the walrus glanced over at one of the dogs and gave a nod, the projector whirring to life and casting a spotlight across the wall opposite the tied up donkey, partly obscured by Laurence standing in front of it. A video began to play, showing quick cuts of what looked like dozens of men and young boys, most tied down in all manner of bondadge, pained screams and whimpers filling the room as the video showed each of them being raped and abused, some whipped so hard blood trickled down their backs and some getting their tailholes stretched far too wide by feral stallions. Chester stared at the compilation in horror, barely even noticing one of the farmhands approaching him again, yelping in shock as a hand grabbed his throat, another cupping over his muzzle as a pill was shoved into his mouth. The mastiff covered his lips and nostrils, making sure the donkey had swallowed the pill before letting him get a breath of air again, Chester’s coughing and groaning getting a chuckle from Laurence, 
“That'll keep you nice and awake for this, wouldn't want you passing out midway through the fun~”

Within a minute of being forced to swallow the pill, Chester could already start feeling its effects taking place, his heart racing and his breathing growing more rapid as a heavy anxiety set in, sweat pouring down his brow as the man looked around with a trembling gasp, feeling the room shrinking around him as the mastiffs and the head of the whole operation stared right into his soul, unblinking and unmoving. Smirking at the terrified pervert he'd caught, Laurence laughed at how soft the donkey had gotten since being hauled into the barn, Chester's cock dangling limply between the old man's legs, a thin string of pre slowly stretching towards the floor from the tip, 
“What's the matter, can't get it up ‘cause there's no animals or kids for you to rape~?”
With a self-satisfied smile, the walrus glanced over at the camera in the corner, making sure it was recording before he gave another nod at one of his farmhands, stepping back and leaning against the wall to watch the show. With the montage of rape and abuse still playing right in front of him, filling almost his entire field of view while the yelling and crying blared into his ears, Chester felt his body trembling, shivering as he felt utterly wired yet simultaneously exhausted. The donkey's terror only grew when one of the canines suddenly appeared next to him, a piercing gun in hand. The old man's scared yelp was cut off as the mastiff grabbed his muzzle, stretching out his lower lip and nestling it inside of the piercing gun, a loud snap sending a jolt of pain through Chester's body as he grimaced. With a heavy stud in the donkey's lip, the mastiff loaded his piercing gun with a big bullring next, grabbing the naked man's snout as Chester whimpered and tried to mutter out his pleads, 
“N… no, please…”
As if he didn't even hear the begging, the farmhand snapped another piercing onto the old man's face, a big, golden septum ring dangling from Chester's nose as he cried out in pain. Chuckling, Laurence waved at his farmhands, motioning for them to move on, 
“I think that's enough piercings, for now at least. Let's get to the fun stuff~”
Gasping, Chester could hear a few of the dogs laughing softly behind him, hearing what sounded like metal scraping and fire crackling somewhere in the other room, his eyes growing wide with horror as suddenly a glowing red brand appeared right in front of his face. The equine recognised the symbol on the brand, the lowercase Greek letter zeta, the same mark he'd used so many times to advertise himself as a zoophile on the Internet. Before he could do anything, the brand was already pressed against his right inner thigh, searing into his hide as he screamed, shaking in the chair as tears flowed down his cheeks. Gritting his teeth and trying to fight through the pain, Chester groaned as the brand was pulled away, leaving the letter marked right next to his crotch. Just as the worst of the sting was starting to pass, another glowing hot brand was shoved in front of his face, this one a lowercase rho, the mark of a cub lover, 
“Don't… don't… please…”
Ignoring his pleading, the mastiff pressed the brand against the donkey's left inner thigh, leaving him wailing in agony once more as another mark was left neatly just opposite of the first, both branding him as the pervert he was. 

With drool running down his chin and soaking into his chest fur, his unfocused as they stared off towards the ceiling, his entire body twitching and jerking in agony, Chester just barely endured the searing pain of the branding, screaming until his throat was sore. Gasping for air as soon as the hot iron was pulled off of his thigh, leaning forward and clenching his fists as he groaned in pain, the donkey trembled as he felt the heat radiating off of his legs, only avoiding passing out due to the drugs he'd been loaded up with. As the mastiff stepped aside with the branding iron in hand, Laurence walked up to the whimpering donkey, grinning as he spread the old man's knees wide apart, getting a good look up close at the symbols burned into both of his captive’s inner thighs, 
“Very nice, no hiding your perversions now, doesn't matter if it's a fellow pervert from the internet or a more classy hookup that you're fucking, they'll all know what a degenerate you are from now on~”
Panting as he looked down at the seared marks on his hide, Chester tried to catch his breath, 
“Just let me go!”
The walrus slapped the man hard enough to leave an imprint on Chester's cheek, grabbing his hair and yanking his head up straight as he bleated, 
“Shut the fuck up, and just be happy we didn't carve those into your forehead, you slut~”
Laurence smirked as he zipped his overalls down, his other hand still holding the donkey's hair firmly, pulling out his cock and giving it a few strokes, dangling it right in front of the tied up equine's face, 
“There's only one thing your mouth is good for right now~”

Chester was visibly intimidated by his kidnapper’s manhood, his eyes wide with worry as he stared at the long and incredibly thick member flopping about in front of his snout, only growing more girthy as it stiffened in the walrus’ hand, thicker than even the very experienced donkey had ever handled before. As soon as his dick was mostly hard, Laurence grabbed the old man's muzzle with both hands and pried it open, shoving his cock inside without a word of warning, plunging himself balls deep as he grunted. Having been right in the middle of taking a deep breath, Chester writhed around in the chair as he choked on the thick pole forced down his throat, flailing around as much as the restraints holding him down would allow, his panting changing to a pathetic wheezing. Though barely anything could get the donkey's gag reflex working anymore, the walrus was well endowed enough to make him gag like it was the first time he was giving head, his eyes tearing up again as the girthy member swabbed his gullet and made his throat bulge out, unable to get a single gasp of air as long as the farmer was fucking his muzzle. Slamming the donkey's head against his crotch as he bucked into the choking man's maw, forcing Chester's muzzle as open as he could get it without dislocating something, Laurence moaned as he hammered away at the freshly branded pervert’s throat. Just as Chester thought that he couldn't take it any more, his lungs desperately screaming for air, the thick shaft buried balls deep in his mouth gave a twitch, a spurt of seed gushing straight down into his belly. Unable to do anything but to guzzle it down and try to keep up with the heavy load, just praying he wouldn't drown in it, the equine gulped down one mouthful of the huffing walrus’ cum after the other, a generous helping of the mess dribbling down the corners of his mouth as well. 

Enjoying the sensation of the donkey's throat flexing and tightening around his shaft as Chester was forced to gulp down his big load, Laurence stayed hilted in his captive’s throat for a while even after finishing emptying his sack. Sighing with a smug smirk, the walrus watched the panic on the choking equine's face grow once Chester realised he wasn't just going to pull out as soon as he was drained, still holding the trembling old man's head against his crotch. Struggling to hold out, Chester trembled and strained against the restraints, his bloodshot eyes slowly narrowing until the walrus finally yanked out of his mouth, leaving him coughing and gasping, nearly puking up the cum sloshing around in his belly. Lightheaded and sore all over already, the donkey quickly filled his lungs, not bothering with making his already sore throat even more scratchy by begging for mercy, knowing that his torturers still had plenty more in store for him, and that some pleading wouldn't be changing anyone's mind. Grabbing a stained napkin from the pocket of his overalls, wiping up the cum and spit from his cock as he chuckled, 
“Looking a little tired there, old boy. Maybe a little pick me up to keep you going, something to energise you~?”
Unable to wipe the tears and sweat from his eyes with his arms tied to the chair, Chester groaned as he squinted at the man pointing at something off to his side, hearing a wheel squeaking. Much to the donkey's horror, one of the farmhands wheeled over a small cart with a car battery sitting on it, a few cables coiling off of the terminals, jaw clamps on the other ends. With his heart racing just at the sight of the battery, Chester let out a drowsy, anxious moan as one of the mastiffs grabbed the cables, quickly snapping them together as sparks lit up the room. 

Tugging at the restraints holding him down, whining as he tried to turn away from the chuckling canine, the old man watched as the farmhand brought one of the cables right over to his chest, yelping in pain as the dog snapped the jaw down onto his nipple, the sharp teeth digging into his skin. Chester's lips quivered as he watched the other cable nearing him, teasingly hovering right over his face before the mastiff slowly brought it downward. Snapping the jaw open and shut to watch the equine shivering in fear, the man laughed as he gently caressed the donkey's fur with the other cable, making Chester dread and wait for when it would finally clamp down and finish the circuit. For a minute, the whimpering equine waited, feeling more like an hour as he held his breath, his eyes opening when the other jaw finally clamped down onto his belly, a bolt of electricity immediately coursing through him. Screaming as his entire body tensed up, Chester flailed and kicked, rearing his head back as all hopes of passing out from the torture were brushed aside. The mastiff laughed along with the rest of the farmhands and their leader, letting the donkey flop around like a fish for a few seconds longer before he grabbed the second clamp, letting Chester take a moment to breathe, 
“I wonder if this might make his screams a little bit more girly~”
Chester watched the man bringing the clamp towards his loins, whimpering as he shook his head, 
“N… no, no, n-”
The canine touched the metal contact against the very tip of the donkey's cock, watching with a grin as the old man bounced from the jolt of electricity, howling even louder than before. 

Laurence watched as his latest victim jumped and flailed around from the shocks his farmhand was delivering all over the donkey's body, grinning as the old man yelped while the mastiff gave the equine's balls, tongue, and nipples the electric treatment. Screaming as the charge coursed through him, Chester heaved and gasped every time the dog disconnected the clamps from his body, wheezing for air as a tingling sensation sent shivers up his spine, his mouth hanging open as slowly but surely his cock began to stiffen from the electric stimulation. Laurence smirked at the sight of the donkey's growing pole, watching the thick manhood twitching as the tip rose up, a little drool of precum spilling onto the tiles below. The walrus stepped over to the old man, grabbing Chester's cock tight, one hand wrapped around the base of the equine shaft and the other grabbing onto the donkey's nuts, both squeezing just a bit too hard for comfort,
“I knew a whore like you would love this~”
Grunting and leaning forward as his captor groped his balls, biting down on his lip as the walrus’ fingers firmly massaged his family jewels, making him shiver as the man expertly danced right between the line of pain and pleasure. Watching the flare puffing up as he handled the tied up donkey's cock, Laurence smirked and let go of his guest, whistling at one of the farmhands sitting to the side, 
“Get the cat in here~”
Chester watched as the mastiff stepped into the backroom for a moment, before appearing back with a thick dildo in hand, moulded to mimic the feline form, including a set of rather aggressive looking barbs at the tip of it. Gulping nervously as he saw the farmhand handing the toy over to Laurence, Chester gripped the armrests of the seat he was bound to tight, watching the walrus running a hand up the weighty chuck of silicone, 
“Open wide~”
Laurence shoved the toy right into the donkey's maw, his hand pressed against the base of it to cram it further down Chester's throat as the old man gurgled and gagged, squirming around, 
“Better swallow it down, unless you want this up your asshole without any spit to lube it up~”
Chester's eyes rolled back as he choked on the dildo, feeling the barbs tickling the back of his throat, gagging once more as the length was yanked out of his gullet. With the toy still dripping with the equine's own saliva, Laurence squatted down next to the coughing donkey, lining up the tip of the feline member with the hole cut into the underside of the chair, nestling the girth between Chester's ass cheeks before ramming it up as hard as he could. The old man squealed as the dildo was forced balls deep inside of him, the barbs scraping at his walls as he tried to clench down on it to keep it out, his back arching off of the seat slightly as his dick throbbed, spraying a glob of precum onto the floor. 

Forcing the dildo as deep inside of the grunting equine as he could get it, shoving it in until only a set of silicone balls was left hanging outside of the donkey's gaped asshole, Laurence began to fuck the old man with the feline toy. Slamming the dildo in and out, twisting it around to make absolutely sure that Chester could enjoying the barbed tip of it to the fullest extent, the walrus laughed as he felt the tailhole gripping the shaft tight, watching as the pucker clung to the girth whenever he pulled it back. While Chester was busy getting his asshole railed hard, some of the farmhands off to the side leaned over to whisper and chuckle amongst themselves, one of them disappearing into the back before stepping out again with a set of BDSM paraphernalia in hand. Handing out some whips and crops to his friend, the mastiff himself heaved a heavy wooden paddle up to his shoulder, grinning as he stepped in front of the grimacing and moaning donkey, teasingly patting Chester's cheek with the paddle, 
“You like getting your insides churned like that? Bet you're gonna love this then~”
The man swung the paddle right at the old equine's plump belly, crashing against it with a loud slap as Chester gave a yelp, doubling over in his seat. Joining in on the fun, one of the other farmhands held up a leather crop, whipping it down right onto the donkey's thighs, a red welt almost instantly appearing right next to the freshly charred branding mark as the old man cried out. The crop next found its mark just off to the side of the precious hit, smacking right against the side of Chester's erect pole, his voice rising up in pitch as he squealed, shaking in the chair as the men all around him just laughed. Having found just the right spot to make the donkey wail like he wanted to, the canine sadist continued whipping at Chester's crotch, smacking at the equine's balls and cock, the sharp smacks each making the old man jump and wail. 

After what felt like an eternity of torture, getting whipped and paddled while the barbed dildo was constantly getting slammed into his tailhole, Chester was left a shuddering mess on the chair. Tied down and whimpering, sporting a hard erection, the donkey's body was covered with welts, bruises, and cuts from where he'd been whipped and beaten, a constant drool of precum spilling from his flare. Yanking the feline dildo out of the old man's stretched out asshole, Laurence tossed the toy aside and wiped his slobber-soaked hands on the exhausted Chester's belly, smirking as he walked past the equine without even glancing towards him. With the walrus heading off into the barn, Chester was given a few minutes to catch his breath, panting as he grit his teeth, sore all over, especially below the belt, with his tailhole gaped and his manhood slapped around, though his blue balls were still what ached the most. A few moments later, Laurence appeared back in the torture room, carrying a big rape rack meant for feral hounds with one of his farmhands, setting it down right in front of the chair Chester was strapped to. Knowing exactly what was in store for him, the donkey let out an anxious groan, shivering as two of the mastiffs grabbed his arms, keeping him pinned in place as the others began to undo the restraints holding him in place. As soon as the old man was untied, the farmhands hauled him up and bent him over into the rape rack, easily overpowering the exhausted and worn out donkey as he was tied in place, his arms and legs tied to the frame and his tail tucked off to the side, leaving his bare ass hanging in the air. 

With him strapped tight into the rape rack, Chester whimpered while trying desperately to contort himself into an at least somewhat comfortable position, biting his lip as he tried not to cry too loudly about the stinging pain still throbbing throughout his body. The awkward pose he was locked into wasn't the only bad side about being tied to the rape rack, with his head being strapped in place as well the donkey couldn't even see anything besides what was happening right in front of him, unable to even predict what his torturers were planning to do to him. With a deviant laugh, Laurence grabbed the heavy wooden paddle from the hands of one of his assistants, eyeing up the old man's bare ass as he spit on the paddle, getting it wet as he heaved it up, preparing for a swing like he was batting at a pitch, 
“Here's how you discipline a dirty little brat~”
The walrus slammed the paddle against both of Chester's ass cheeks as hard as he could, drawing out a loud scream from the donkey as the loud slap reverberated all throughout the barn, almost louder than the tied up equine's pained bleat. Before the donkey had even had the chance to recover from the first one, Laurence was quick to wind up for another hard smack, bringing the board down on one ass cheek after the other, leaving Chester's rump blushing red and bruised as he paddled away at the old man while laughing uproariously. While the donkey was getting spanked from the rear, one of the mastiffs decided to shut up Chester's constant wailing and screaming by giving him something to choke on instead, grabbing his ears and slamming a canine girth right into his open maw, barely giving him any time to even realise what was happening. With the equine's yelps suddenly turning into muffled gags as the farmhand’s knot slipped past Chester's lips, the girthy red rocket stuffed down the back of the donkey's throat, Laurence kept wailing away at his visitor’s rump, grinning at how the old man flinched every time he brought the wooden paddle down on the already sore buns. 

For hours on end, Chester was tortured and fucked on the rape rack, one dog after another using his throat or his gaped asshole while the rest were beating and whipping him, taking delight in getting the loudest wails out of the donkey. Though more and more bruises and cuts accumulating on the old man's hide as he was abused, Chester's erection never went down, not even when the mastiffs brought out the car battery once more, attaching the clips right onto his sack while he was getting knotted from both ends, cum gushing out his stretched out asshole and nose while he flailed around from the current running through his twitching shaft. By the time the car battery had run out of juice, both his throat and his pucker already knotted and creampied countless times by the, the farmhands untied Chester from the rape rack, letting the limp and exhausted equine flop to the floor. They weren't done torturing the old man yet however, casually carrying the rack away and instead bringing in a sex swing to replace the previous bondadge implement, hoisting the groggily groaning donkey up on the swing. Left dangling in the air, his arms and legs strapped to the poles holding him up, the bruised and bloodied Chester was fucked and tortured some more, the ravenous mastiffs descending down on him like he was a fresh piece of meat. Barely even able to scream anymore, Chester whined as the teeth of a particularly feral canine farmhand dug into his shoulder while he was getting knotted, his body tensing up as he felt the girth throbbing inside of him, yet another load pumped into his asshole, having lost count of how many times he'd been creampied that evening far before then. Though it was mostly the dogs that were assaulting and tormenting him, Chester occasionally caught a glimpse of the walrus as well, sometimes just staring and grinning at him while watching him be tortured, sometimes fiddling with the camera and shifting it around to get a better angle on what was happening, sometimes typing something out on his phone. Unable to even estimate how long he'd been trapped inside of the barn, with no windows in sight and the drugs making his mind all foggy, all Chester could do was just hang in there and pray he could withstand the assault for long enough. 

Gasping as yet another knot was yanked out of his abused asshole mid-tie, shivering as he felt a giant glob of cum spilling down his ass crack before dribbling onto the tile below, Chester panted as he watched the mastiff stepping away, spotting Laurence taking the canine's place instead. With a remote in hand, the walrus smirked as he clicked the projector on once more, queueing up a video to play on the wall in front of the tied up donkey, 
“So, you heard about our farm from your little friend Trevor, was that right? And he'd heard about us through some random guy who was fucking him?”
The man's eyes narrowed as if he was about to pounce on the equine, clicking play on his remote as he growled, 
“I'm afraid the little slut wasn't really being honest with you~”
Chester's eyes flicked over to the video, showing Trevor stepping out of a car on the yard of the very same farm, a shocked look on the old man's face, since the young fox had never said anything about actually visiting the place. The scene quickly cut to another shot of Trevor and Laurence walking side by side into the barn, the camera following close behind the pair as the man hooked his arm around the kit's shoulder. Another cut showed Trevor standing in the middle of the barn, heavy breathing coming from behind the camera as the boy gave a shy giggle, stripping off his clothes one at a time while occasionally glancing off to the side, as if looking towards something or someone. When he was fully naked, his stiff cocklet poking up from between his thighs and his clothes strewn around the straw-covered floor, the cub smiled and looked straight into the camera, clearing his throat, 
“I'm Trevor, six years old!”
A second went by before the walrus’ voice echoed out from just beyond the frame, 
“And what are you here for, cutie~?”
The little canine blushed, his small dick giving a throb, 
“I wanna be fucked and… and ruined~!”
As soon as the boy had gotten the words out, several of the mastiff farmhands stepped into the frame, each of them naked and rock hard, surrounding the boy as their knotted girths poked and prodded at the flustered yet thrilled kit. 

The video cut again, showing a bruised and beaten up Trevor tied to a wall of the same white tile room, metal chains holding up his hands as he cried and sobbed, a moaning mastiff pressed against his back, his belly bulging out. The farmhand yanked his knot out of the little fox, getting a shriek from the kid as cum poured out of the ruined asshole like a waterfall, the cub curling up as the shock of the premature untying rolled across his abused body. One last cut showed Trevor strapped onto the same sex swing Chester found himself dangling from, barely conscious and groaning as Laurence stepped into the frame. Holding a clear plastic bag in his hands, the walrus slipped it over the boy's head, tying it on with a roll of duct tape, Trevor's eyes bulging as the kit immediately struggled to gasp for air, the bag puffing and tightening around the kid's face as the little canine began to thrash around. Trevor's struggling only intensified as Laurence grabbed onto him, forcing the asphyxiating fox down onto the thick shaft, ramming balls deep as the boy's muffled screams were overpowered by the walrus’ heavy grunting, the video slowly zooming in on Trevor's face already turning blue before it the projector turned off. In horror, Chester's eyes turned to Laurence, spotting the man holding a clear plastic bag and a roll of duct tape, 
“Guess what's gonna happen to you now~?”

Trembling, but not trying to fight back, Chester watched the walrus approaching him, quivering in fear as his limbs instinctively tried to pull close to cover himself as the man slipped the thick bag over his face. The first inhale was enough to send the donkey into a panic, the plastic pulling tight against his open mouth and nostrils as he flailed, barely getting any air into his lungs, getting even less as the walrus sealed the bag tight around his neck and taped it into place. Tossing the roll of tape aside, Laurence stepped back with a satisfied smirk, admiring the sight of the panicking old man strapped up on the sex swing, stroking his cock while laughing, 
“You might not want to squirm and scream like that, just gonna make the air run out faster. I'm not taking that off until I've finished, so you'd better conserve every last gasp of oxygen~”
Holding his breath with a whimper, Chester struggled to keep himself from flailing around as the farmer stepped behind him, grabbing his suspended legs and spreading them apart. Laurence slapped his thick manhood onto the donkey's loins, rubbing his girth against Chester's erection, comparing the two as he smirked, his sizable trunk still looking rather impressive even when next to an equine shaft. Taking his time, seemingly in no great hurry even with the donkey quickly beginning to run out of air, Laurence lined up his tip with the stretched out and creamy tailhole, grabbing the old man's thighs as he pushed himself inside with a grunt.

Though he'd spent nearly his entire life taking bigger and bigger cocks, and though he'd had a whole conga line of girthy canine knots shoved in and out of his ass the whole evening, the walrus was still big enough to cause Chester to flinch in pain as the monster of a cock rammed inside of his ass, gaping him even further apart. Grimacing and gasping for air as his hands balled into fists and his toes curled up, the donkey's dick flopped against his belly as the kidnapper’s girth plunged balls deep inside of him. Wasting no time with foreplay, using the copious amounts of cum still left inside of the man's asshole, Laurence began rutting away at Chester's hole as soon as he'd gotten the last of his inches stuffed inside, yanking the tied up equine against his crotch as he simultaneously bucked hard, driving his pole all the way inside with every thrust. With the lack of air getting him lightheaded and woozy, and the constant battering on his prostate leaving him tingly all over, Chester wasn't sure whether it was agony or bliss that he was experiencing, but his body didn't seem to care either way. Without ever even touching his cock, a giant dollop of cum gushed out the flared tip of the donkey's dick, spraying directly over his face and chest, splattering onto the plastic bag and covering it with his sticky load as he let out a near silent scream, more ropes of cum coating his belly and chest. Growling at the old man's tailhole tightening down around his girth, Laurence kept pushing through the clenching, forcing himself in and out, his pace only growing faster. Slowly, Chester went more limp, his head drooping down and his flailing growing to a standstill as the lack of oxygen brought the donkey to the verge of passing out. Right before losing consciousness, as a buzzing in his ears engulfed him, the equine could hear the walrus giving one last grunt as he felt a giant load pumped deep inside of his ass, passing out right as the girth buried in him began to twitch and spray out one load of cum after the other. 

Waking up with a startled gasp, an unfocused haze covering his eyes, Chester snapped back to consciousness. An intense wave of pain immediately hit him, like he'd jumped out of a ten story building straight onto the pavement, unable to even move his limbs as he squinted at the bright sunshine, groaning with a sore throat as his vision returned to him little by little. The donkey found himself behind the steering wheel of his car, on the side of the road, somewhere he didn't recognise, his heart skipping a beat as he felt his legs being moved. Glancing to his side, the old man saw Laurence, seemingly having just set him down onto the car seat, a grin on the walrus’ face, 
“About time you woke up.”
Confused, Chester looked down, seeing that he wasn't naked anymore, with some new digs to replace the clothes that were torn or cut, as well as with the worst of his injuries stitched back up. Setting the donkey fully down behind the steering wheel, Laurence tucked the old man's phone back into Chester's pocket, giving it a playful pat as he chuckled, 
“Left you some instructions in there for how to take care of the branding we gave you. And you'd better follow them, and not try to remove the brands, because otherwise…”
The walrus leaned right up to the whimpering donkey's face, grabbing Chester's chin to stare into the old man's eyes, 
“...I'll make sure that bag doesn't come off the next time we see~”
With that, Laurence chuckled and shoved a bottle of water and a little baggy of pills onto the equine's lap, 
“Something to perk you up. Oh, and don't mind the text messages from Trevor you got on your phone, he was very excited to hear that he could come back to my farm now that he held up his end of the deal~”
Laughing, the walrus slammed the car door shut, smugly waving goodbye to Chester as he stepped into another truck parked just alongside the donkey's, speeding off and leaving the aching and half-delirious pervert all alone in the middle of the woods.