The Stampede
Part 3


Written by Septia.


The blindfold pushed against the ridge of the bridge of my nose. Glimpses of the summer sun's rays penetrated the bindings as it made its journey up toward the zenith of the sky. They were certainly careful  about it all. All my life I had seen proof of beasters disproving my father's antiquated prejudice, though the amount of work they went through for… this. The ground transitioned from grass to concrete, doors opened and closed around me. The blindfold whipped off of my face. 
	A moment of my eyes adjusting to the flaring light. My eyes were drawn straight to the couch, it was the same couch that appeared in all their videos. The rest of the room was as familiar, from the pale, grungy walls, and unwashed rims and corners, and the rubber tiling floor. The pale goat twins sat on the couch, perking up at the sight of me, and on a chair sat a… gray-striped zebra. One that I didn't immediately recognized. 
	“Oh you are back?” 
	“All went well?” The twins wondered. 
	The rest of the beasters joined in; seven in total. 
	The boss clapped his palms together. “Boys, do I have some fresh fag meat on the menu today. And do not worry about any mess you'll cause, this lowlife's practically begging to lick the ground we walk on.” 
	“Convenient for a self-serving mop then?” 
	“Head on the nail there.” 
	Another chuckled stemmed up in the room. 
	My head pulsed. It was starting to feel like one of their recordings, the callous air thick around them. But, I was really here, in this featureless, dirty room, I was at them mercy of the whims of these beasters, these… strangers all intent to shove something of theirs into something of mine, whatever they might have a preference for at the moment they grabbed a hold of me. My lower lip hurt from the teeth mark I was indenting in it, attempting to stay together as the beasters walked around. 
	The zebra walked up to me, then walked past and opened up a heavy duty dufflebag. 
	“Hey fag,” he said over his shoulder. I didn't get to response before he turned and jutted a finger towards the white pale goat twins. “Left-Cheek and Right-Cheek,” then towards the Lama, “Muzzle, Brawn, Leash,” he pointed to the buffalo, then the bull who who had collared me, “Boss,” this one didn't need the prompting for, then he jabbed a thumb at his chest, “Lens. The boys aren't much for names but a confused bitch ain't as much fun,” he concluded with hoisting up a shoulder mounted camera setup, and fiddling with the settings. 
	Leash kneeled to my level, his palm ruffling through my hair. “This little faggot dream big, thinking he won't be stomped working under seven beasters. He contacted boss personally asking to apply, lusting to take on our 'services'.” This phrasing elicited another wave of chuckles, rattling through they chest as the peals of rustled bells. Leash turned my head to face him, fingers digging into my scalp. 
	“Unless I somehow mistook your begging and pleading. Tell me, tell everything,  if you want our… services.” 
	I watched his tongue suckled on that word, hovering at the roof of his mouth and clanking down at the final syllable. Starting shaky, I managed to nod a yes in response. 
	“Did you all catch that?” he called out, and rose, looming above. “This cunt wants to suck our dicks, gargle our balls, bury his face in our asses and choke on our musk, he wants to chug down our-.” 
	“Lick our hooves,” Left-cheek chimed in. “he can polish my abs with his tongue. Bet he'd go mad over that,” Muzzle said with a smirk. 
	The scenario was strange to the point my mind wandered. What would it be like to eat to an ass? I knew what it looked like, with that I was intimately familiar, but always… got me seeing someone's head swallowed up and forehead slotting up their crack, suckling and lapping at the filthy pucker and bathing in its stench. However, I had never actually done it. Asses weren't the best smelling places. It struck me I might not be able to handle that. Though, the other thought had my heart racing, I had gone too far to back down now. 
	“What are you waiting for? Are you all gonna keep your pride's hidden from this?” 
	I perked up at this, peering around the room as the same -Trrrtch- crackling rip of fliers being torn down sprung up around me. And began to drop past waistlines. As they dropped, I saw Lens walking around, angling the camera down for some shots of cocks being unsheathed, grabbed, and massaged into erections. When had he started rolling? Were we already? Was this it? We were rolling? This was r-really happening? This wasn't just a tease like out in the woods, it was, it was really… I felt my seat pouring matting my hairline, breath growing tepid. My eyes trailed off to Leash's shaft, peering up over the top of his pants as they rolled down, the mast slumping over and coming to a rest at the sack dangling behind it, his grasp encircling the base of the mast, dragging his fingers, the cock head teetering with the motions, sack swaying, full and eager. I peered over to the twins, their gray skinned cocks sloughing out, limped and swinging against their sacks and thighs when they walked up. Pale veins bulging along their members, throbbing along with the jittering bobs of their scrotums. 
	A buffet of meat slabs, each one proudly sporting its sloughing girth, bared itself for me. My eyes darted between the throbbing organs, some laying sleek and jingling with the barest movements, and some twitching to life. 
	A stampede video had been turned on, and I had stepped through the barrier of the screen's plasma veil, past the limits, and straight into the actions, zesty, damp smell of dirt and sweat in all its glory. A pang of pain coursed through my heart, then eased over each heartbeat following it. As if I didn't believe the sight, and my body tried to wake me up. 


“I've just been sitting on my ass waiting all day, tow the fag my way,” Left-Cheek called out from the couch. 
	I didn't quite process everything, though felt the tug of my collar as I was led towards them as I neared their thighs spread, the white hips unveiling their hot, gray mast. And the sagging pair of sweat glistening jewels underneath. The heat ramped up, closer, closer… I began to crawl of my own volition. Faster. I stumbled on my knees towards against he couch, panting over the sight planted in front of me: the slumped cock and plentiful balls, the raw bodily vapors gumming my nostrils with the faint, earthy tones of pickled tobacco. 
	“Wow look at this drooling fag, ha, gotta be a virgin with how just the presence of cock makes their mouth water.” 
	I thought they were kidding, it sounded fitting for the start of a video, insulting the new slut. But, then I felt a dollop drop down by over my lip. -Gllgmrsmp- I swallowed, I was… I was actually drooling. I raised my hands, feet my fingers shaking, I had seen so much, knew what they wanted, The thought of finally. Finally getting to touch it was… rampaging through my nerves. But, what if my shaky hands, somehow missed the big dual target of their prestigious balls what if I grasped or tugged too hard… Fuelled by adrenalin, my mind made a split second decision, and I dove in head first. -Csslgpsh- I felt the cock bob onto my nose, resting on the right side of my bridge, as I nestled in against their sack, the oily surface smearing a splotch of grease against my cheek, and my nose tasting brine on each inhale. I heard surprised coos and hearty chuckles above from my stunt… but my tongue was already on its way out, and soaked the balls in front of me with a moist slurp. The taste of the concentrated sweat swathed over my tongue as my tongue swathed over the sack, curling around it, bending and lapping to explore the screenshot surface. I felt his thighs close to me, pinched between them, hoisted towards the crotch. I planted my lips against it, collecting my drool at the precipice of my lips and then letting go to feel the moisture slope down the orb, I stayed close, nestled in to suckle and lap it right up again, polishing him with my spit and spreading kisses between both orbs evenly. 
	“Mmfs! Ooh, you absolute whore, you.” 
	They called down to me, I only suckled harder, wriggling I went in for it. My lips spreading, enveloping the sack, feeling tone globe squeeze its way past my lips and my cheek swelled. It radiated warmth that glazed the insides of my mouth. I really was a fag; in no time I had gobbled down another man’s sack. I pulled back, gently, lips suctioning to plaster onto the orb, feeling the thighs quiver as I leaned back, struggling to keep it in my maw. -Spwwahllp- It slobbered out of my mouth, rebound and sending off a drizzle of splashback. I moved back in, lips drenched in spittle, slobbering over the other sack, tongue curling underneath it, reeling it in past the hot breaths escaping my lips with every excited pant. I sloughed over it, brushing, rolling it gently to and for in my maw. I cradled it in by my tongue, nursing it and dragging backwards. Gently, wanting to feel it taut in my mouth. -Phhtslh- It slopped free again. My lips stained in sticky musk that infused with my own spittle, draining down to towards my chin. I licked my lips, lapping up every bit of it, instinctively swallowing. I nuzzled in again, parting my lips and letting the ball slope down my maw by the aid of gravity, my tongue twisting, brushing, working along the hot orb. I panted between slurps. My lips clamped onto to tight, closing in like one massive suction cup moulding into around the sculpt of Left-Cheek’s crotch jewel. I tugged it inwards, my heartrate becoming a frantic reverb in my chest, suckling and draining the sweat and musk off of it , reeling it in deeper, pinching my lips over it even as it began to slip back. I redoubled my efforts, something strained to tug it back out, but something much deeper, wanted to keep it… keeping it in me as long as it could… The tension built up, until my efforts were dashed, and the orb flung free. -PWwwllphtp- It opened from my lips, resounding throughout the room with the moist splotches of drool flinging. My rattling lips that so suddenly smacked open from the taut suction being revoked. The sound rang in my ear, a bottle of champagne uncorked, to celebrate a momentous occasion, but warped into a defiled, perverted light tone pulled from fantasy, and yet it still rung in my ears. 
	“Do not think you can can hog the fag all to yourself,” Right-Cheek said, a palm at the back of my head guiding me away from the dripping ballsack, till another gray cock pried against my nostril. the shaft laid limp, dangling like a fat fishing-pole, but it didn't need any bait to get me on the hook. My lips trembled, but the option to warm up the shaft with a few jerks, as I had seen so many times, was shut down when the guiding force pushed my lips against the tip. I simply… let the part… The mast wormed its way into me, the slab of meat clogging up my maw. Brushing against the roof of my maw. 
	“Mmrwf,” I mumbled around it, hesitating to touch it with my tongue, but once it had brushed against it, I let my moist muscle rove up to the tip of the shaft. I leaned in close, holding myself steady against the goat's thighs, leaning my head a bit further. I was a quarter down the cock, but it already struggled against me to take anymore in. It felt so much bigger than it looked. I coughed, sputtered droplets of spittle over the mast, he didn't push me down further… It worked its way deeper, broadening my maw with the sheeramounts of girth slopping through. My coughing grew. Relief came as he let go, I could lean back, feel some of the shaft slough back out of my maw, to a comfortable length. I didn’t want to let it go. I leaned in, suckling it deeper, bobbing my head over the mellow mast. I felt how it jittered, twitched to life, grew steadier, easier to handle, lips soaked in it coats offshoot polish, and my tongue swirled it around, focusing on the tip lapping, suckling at it mouthing smooches over the cock head. 
	“Can't even handle a limb cock, the pathetic lightweight.” 
	It did tug at my heart to hear that. Though it only made me want to do better, I reached in, cupped their balls, massaging them as to trailed fingers up along the shaft, massaging it as my tongue whirled in slow gyrating around the tip, stopping to lean in and suckle off the spittle, dragging my lips  taut to the mast , leaving a thin sheen of glistening beasthood in its wake. The comments were slowing down, and and I heard a few moans… moans that weren't my own. My chest leaped. 
	“Mmfs a regular little cock sock in training then?” they said, pulling my head off of their member, inspecting my face, seeing the fleshy fluster utterly plastered across my face. 
	“That's enough, let someone else get a turn.”
	My collar tugged around my neck again. I peered around the room, buried in the crotch sit was strange to see the room again. And so… so hot… I looked into the camera, Lens following the action. 
	It hit me… staring at the glass made me realise: the room had no windows. It barely had air inlet perhaps, my sweating wasn't only my excitement, but the summer heat making itself known. Did they always film like this? I crawled over the floor, looking at where the leash tugs were leading me. I peered up, seeing Boss, reclined in a chair, bottomless, showing off the wild, muscular legs but from his waist upward still wearing his buttoned shirt, a beacon of authority, and class. 
	“Will you keep me waiting?”
	I gargled something, closed my mouth in embarrassment as a wave of laughter came behind me, then shook my head and crawled up, seeing his him nursing a soft shaft, and scooching forwards to show off his balls. Was he starting to get excited? I leaned in, moistening my lips, meeting his balls with a gentle smooch, which grew to a suckle, to then working the sack into my moist chasm. Tongue hoisted it in, lapping and smearing my excitement over it, suckling down on his balls like salty candy. Though, the taste here was, different. Lighter, faint, feathery compared the last one, a hint of lavender? I peeked up. Was this how balls tasted when they were washed? I didn't exactly have much of experience in telling the difference. 
	“Put that tongue to better use, lick his ass,” I heard Muzzle call out. 
	My maw opened wide, unleashing the ball that sloped over my lip like a slack tie. I was left panting over the Boss's crotch. 
	“How eager you are to send out fresh meat down the canyons of despair,” he said, standing up. 
	Without letting me move away his thighs just bumped me back onto my ass. 
	“I had expected you wanted a turn with him, however… I'll gracefully accept this offering.” 
	I saw him turn, tail flicked out of the way of cheerful, custard yellow coat of his hind, the flank laying plump smooth, round, with chiselled curves. My first thought, was just how much bigger it was, when it wasn't shown on screen. 
	-Swwtch- Boss’ hand swatted at the ass, so I could see the faint ripples traversing the expanse of the flanks. 
	“I know how tough it is for your fag mind to comprehend this sight, but you are not here to gawk,” he instructed. 
	I shuddered, nodded and brushed my cheeks against his, wringing in my nose through the crack, and struggled to part the buns around my around me, to wedge in deep enough. The steel buns clamped taut at every advance I made, little droplets smearing onto me as it went to function as a minor lubricant… But then… I was inside. I felt the pucker with my nose, it recoiled, contracted, the shrivelled flesh brushing over me, and smearing liquid musk onto my bridge. A nail of odour hammered into my mind. It gave me pause. Then I leaned in further, wedging my way up, feeling myself sandwiched by the cheeks. I placed my tongue against his pucker in a long lick. Specks of musk congealed into a gel smeared and melted onto the heat of my tongue, infecting my rosebuds with raw musk sewage whilst my tongue brushed along the crack. Another nail hammered in. But… I persevered, lapping up over the pucker… a third nail… The brim oozed. It flexed and daubed my tongue in the putrefied odours… pickled salt crystals and tar assaulting my senses, and a tinge of sweetness warped it to a sickly new height. I gagged. Breakfast threatened to resurface. I was certain I could taste a speck of porridge, but it laid buried in the cocktail of filth that Boss's rear assaulted me with. 
	“What did I say? You have no right to come complain that your toy is broken, after you suggest inflicting my ass on it.” I heard him above, but, my vision didn't match, it was dim, I was short of breath, I couldn’t get enough air. But my body outright rejected it. I pried my head back, it was too much, I needed, … clean air. Something, stopped me. 
	“Do not think you are getting, out of there.” 
	At the raised volume 'out', he shoved my head back in, nestled up taut in the clutches of the rear, tongue smashed against the pucker, feeling it flex, undulate with its rugose texture smearing its distilled odour over my taste buds. I gagged again, breath locked down my throat, nostrils begging to close it off. The blur melded together, and as I was forced to breath in the stench. Jolts pierced my spine, my elbows went limp, everything… growing dizzy. -Shrlrlps- -Ssrlllrp- And… yet I kept going. My tongue reeling out, slurping up along the crack, rubbing up against the pucker, pulsing in and out, wiggling in to the crevices and picking up on the clusters of condensed musk. It squeezed around my touch whilst my tongue slobbered along it, a dance between them, the pucker trying to pinch my tongue, but it always managed to slithered out of the way in time. The exchange became personal, even as I felt more nails of odour pry its way through my mind. In a way, it had been just like I thought. It wasn't as glorious as it was portrayed in pornography, eating out another man’s ass; it was dirty, reeking, foul, achingly tight, and hot. Hot… so… very hot. So much of my senses were against me, but I wiggled in deeper in the clutches of the finely chiselled ass.My tongue digging at the brim, growing all the more adventurous and eager. I was further encouraged by the soft sighs of pleasure I felt floating out from above… I loved it. Even the rhythm of my gags from the raw musk spiralling down my nostrils… became something for me to cherish. And I engaged thusly, giving him all my mouth had to offer. Besides, if I hadn't… his palm would still block my only modicum of escape. 
	As my tongue applied another layer of drool over the pucker and the brim rippled in appreciation sending shivers down my oesophagus, the collar constricted around my neck. A hard pull, and I felt the cheeks swoop off of me in with a smack -Phhrwlp- I coughed, spat, and held my hands over my chest, the taste of fresh air singed my throat limp as the contrasting atmospheres clashed. 
	“Oh, sorry boss, were you using the little slut room?” Leash asked as he reeled me in towards him, pushing me down to remain at crotch level, “I can not just stand here and watch while my noodles still hanging dry.” 
	The nausea lingered in my throat, I gulped it down, stifling the ill, caressing my insides with long spindly talons. Through my blurred vision, I made out an oblong, auburn shape with a white tip. I patted down Leash's thighs, orienting myself. 
	“You are not here for massages, fag.” 
	I tilted my head back, and moving in underneath the beasthood, feeling the meat sloughing over my face, toppling to the right side of my cheek a I endeavoured to keep it balanced, my chin resting at his sack. The tip came to cover to my face. Close enough to watch his skin dilate and crease as blood pumped along his mast. I felt my skin absorbing the excess heat radiating from the mast, I grasped the base of his phallus and laid my fingers at the base of his shaft, massaging, jerking, pumping it as I moved back and forth underneath his shaft, tongue peeking out to slobber a trail of drool in my wake. It was my turn to Leash. I moved further out towards the tip with each slurp, cradling his shaft in my grasp till I felt it dip past the precipice of my lips. -Oomphg- I swallowed down the head, bobbing my head against the tip, moaning as I worked my lips over the supple skin. I felt it bend at my touch, the skin stroking back and forth along with my pumping motions. Each time I felt that I managed to down more of his shaft, rolling over a patch of skin yet to be clad in my din excited saliva. 
	“Mmfngh. hoo…” 
	“Mmfn yeah you work it…” Leash mumbled as he his hips met me with light humps. 
	Those words felt softer than before… unlike Leash's cock… As I began to think I could handle the meat slumped in my mouth, I felt it grow. The gradual pump of blood vessels brushing against my lips as it jostling in small tremors through my cheeks. The hair of my neck stood on end, tangible excitement brushing along my spine as I felt him grow erect, this shaft chubbing up thick in my mouth, and I was the cause of it. It was down deeper than I had taken anything before it, only extending further and clogging up my maw with its musky girth. My maw adjusting, accommodating its bulk. As I drew myself back, I felt a lot more length leaving my lips than what had gone in. -Phhrwlap- I popped my lips off the semi rigid mass, panting in a lungful of air before brushing back under it, burying my face in his not sack, smooching it with wide lips that coated the hanging orbs in saliva, through my excited huff the liquid foamed in the crevice between lip and meaty jewels, the bubbles that formed coursing along the ball and lapped up again by my tongue. I felt the mast drag back against my crown as I shuffled around to engulf the warm testicles. His musk curling in my nostrils, with a tang of seasalt fudge embedded in the layers of prickly bodily spices –each one of them really had their own cultivated odours, all which my nostrils flared to indulge in and feel clamming up my neck. — or perhaps the heat was baking my mind faster than I was expecting.

 I felt shadows fall over me, and peered up to see how the beasters were encroaching upon me. The circle tightened until my light was limited to what made it through between their legs, along with the ruminant halo above at their heads. 
	“Do you think you can keep up? All of us wants their engines revved up, you, capiche?” Boss told me, crossing his arms over his shirt as the beasters murmured agreements, massaging their crotches. 
	“You wait for encouragement? Or do you just now know how to jerk off?” Muzzle called out as I was lost somewhere in  the clouds of oozing lama musk.
	“That would not add up,” Left-Cheek chimed in, “a fan like this has been beating his cock off zealously, bet he's juiced it to us more than he can count, the stupid whore.” 
	“Yeah, just do what you do at home, faggot.” 
	I scramble up to reach them, pushed back down on Leash's balls as I do. 
	“Oh don't mmf, don't think you are done here yet.” 
	The beasters move in, I reach up to Cheek's cock, and Muzzle's shaft, my fingers cradling around them as I channel the nervous shaking through my veins, translating its vibrating tugs and, jerking them off simultaneously as I lay buried, suckling down. The throes of lust became a discordant rhythm piercing down my arms, keeping the pace suitable for each engorging hunk of meat at once became tricky as it was coupled with drenching as I lathered Leash's balls.  
	“Save some of that spittle, runt,” Brawn boomed at me, shoving his shaft up against my face, grinding the slopping meat over my cheeks, smearing some droplets of sweat on my chin. I let go of Leash's scrotum, lips clutching out toward the mask, my lips tremored in reverberations from his pulsating member, my arm shifting to tend to another beaster so I could have enough space to start suckling down on the mast. At first the member bent up in a smooth arch in front of me as I tried to fit it down, but each bob left my lips swathed over more of his dick, enveloping it with my hot breath. 
	“Mmfpgh, fmmpwfh,” I mumbled as I suckled it down, arms pumping and feeling the throbs guide my movements, how fast I jerked or how gentle I was on the pull back. Brawn's shaft bent to fill out my cheek, bulging it out as I sunk towards him, letting the cock bulge sink as I reeled back, The pressure of his jacked cock head brushing and sweeping against my cheek. His mast sported more girth though it wasn't as long, it was easier to handle, letting my maw smooth into the motions and accommodate the stiffening slab. I felt it daub off a few droplets of searing passion against my sleek inner membrane, my eyes opening, staring up at the groaning bull. 
	“Hey slut, think you could come in an-.” 
	I gasped, the dick rolling out of my maw in the sudden opening, trickling globules of saliva beading along its length, pooling and merging together before spring boarding off the flopping member. I turned my head towards the question, face to face with another warm gray shaft still soft and supple. I dove my head down his crotch, groaning as I rubbed into it, lapping and curling my tongue around its tip repeatedly, until I had managed to haul it into my mouth, a free palm dashing to clasp -Sppslth- around Brawn's droopy mast and jerking as I went on to thrash my head down the new cock. It went deeper, engorging as I swathed it within the sauna of my mouth, pursing my lips further down to soak as much of it as I was able to. 
	“Mfmmrg, get a good, angle on the camera, fmmwwff… skies and stars…” Lens huffed out, camera angled down, capturing the moment I devoured his cock, guzzling it down further and further, bobbing along him and swelling out an outline of his member over my cheek as I chocked it down. 
	-Tfffchoo- Lens whistled, resting a hand on his hips. 
	“This kid is on fire…” The camera angled up to catch Muzzle's comment, then panned to Leash. 
	“Certainly is an eager cocksucker, just look at how he is dunking Lens.” 
	“Bitch must have been starved for dick,” Left-Cheeks notes. 
	“Think this is his first taste,” Right-Cheek adds. 
	“How parched must a slut be to want our cum this badly?” Brawn groans, a shudder sending his mane flittering. 
	“I kept rocking down on the mast, adjusting myself to the sensation of a slab of meat rushing down my mouth, teetering toward my neck, though I always had to stop before it, pure reflex. But I learned to subdue that reflex to reel the mast back, so I could dive onto it again. -Sltltsh- Drool splattered out past my lips as I downed the thick mast, breath turning to a rampant pace. The cock reeled back, then poked too far back. I gasped and slumped back, huffing, seeing Lens's shaft cascading with saliva drooping all over; a few moments to clear my head, still lost in a haze of musk, sweat and hot skin. My arms growing tired, easing the pace of my pumps. After a deep breath, I plunged my head forwards, grunting as I wiggle underneath Lens's mast, seeing the plump shafts hanging succulent and slick with sweat. -Aaamapfhg.- I clench my lips around the sack, suckling and siphoning the balls past the precipice of my drool slick lips, tongue planted in and carpeting the orbs in my own lube, shuffling it against my cheeks and smacking my lips against the briny skin. 
	“Mfmrmg, dhnngga,” Lens huffed out. 
	“Bitch's like a ball magnet suction cup,” Leash exclaims, to the amused, dusky laughter of the beasters. 
	-Sllprthg- -Bhrlslspsh- The shifting of pools of saliva in my maw and drooping down the sack in long slaps and smacks echo out around me. I open my maw repeatedly, letting drool droop out and swirling around the spittle tendrils connecting the ball sack to the humid reaches of my maw. The suckling smacks and slobbering growing louder, to the point I could hear the beasters coos and chuckling remarks. 
	“Hey, lets try out if this magnet theory holds any water,” Right-Cheek grinned, budging forth in the circle of beasters, forcing me to stop tending to the erections. I peered up, they held their cock pinned against their stomach, forming a faint indent at their abs, luscious sack dangling free underneath, musty, heavy form the moisture and head stewing in the enclosed chamber. 
	It was, demeaning to be treated like this, coerced into being a gluttonous slut seeking to stuff genitals down my throat… and it made my heart beat harder than ever before. I relinquished Lens, wrapping my arms around Right-Cheek's thighs and diving, mouth first, onto his balls. -Shrlrlspth- -Shhfllprsht- suckling smooches over the loose skin as my tongue swivelled his right testicle past my lips, suckling loudly, end over emphasizing my moans and slobbering -Smmrpght- -Msfllrpwth- spittle flailing in all directions as I gorged myself on the hard nut. I pulled back, lips contracting around the sack, vacuumed taut to the surface until … -Pwwwallpthp- it popped free, but it hadn't even stopped its ricochet dangling before I dove right back, honed in on his other orb, lapping over it in the manner of an excited puppy before suckling and gobbling it down in turn. 
	“Mfmfpwh ofpph look at this bitch go…,” he said above. The other beasters humming and cooing, tickling along their masts as they all had their eyes honed on me. 
	Their gaze, their impressed, scrutinizing leers. My flimsy legs were limp noodles, shaking even as I just sat on my knees. This reverberation of validation caressing me with its presence, taunting me… I wanted more, to give them a show. I wanted them to see I wasn't just a fag; I was the most thankful fag in the world. I gestured for Left-Cheek, beckoning them closer. 
	Their eyebrows raised, then proceeded to furrow, he walked up with his hands on his hips. "This better be good af." 
	I draw my mouth back form Right-Cheek's sack, a- sppwhwlp- then pant warmly, swirling saliva over my lips. I reach up, one hand grabbing a hold of the twin's scrotum. I saw the confusion melt away in the pleasure from the twins as I grappled them, exposing their balls wide and plentiful, I moistened my lips with excess spittle, letting it trail in droplets down my lips and tongue, then I lunged at Left-Cheek's sack. -Fmmpths- I met it with my puckered, suckling lips, drawing the ball into the depths of my maw with a warm slurp, I toyed with it against my tongue, cradling the testicle with laps and brushes of my tongue, back and forth, back and forth, skin matting together with the musk of the ball, tugged taut, firm… and when I pulled back -Spptwwhpt- it escaped my lips to leave them rippling in the quake of the clamped hold, sending a splatter of spittle coursing in the surrounding air. And then, I pounced at Right-Cheek's, lips enveloping the plump jewel, warping over it, tongue lapping broad strokes of saliva across it as I swirled it around in my maw to the pleased huffs and groans of the beasters above me. With my lips wrapped around the base of the sack, I pulled back, lips clinging onto the skin, snug as a skin suit over the hefty orb, gradually my lips pried away to its zenith and… -Pwpwlwltsh- coursed its way through the room, warping the air in vibrations of the trembling musk-dumplings, as moist lips sprung off of the balls. I launched myself again. And from this, alternated between the twin beasters, suckling their balls dry and sloppy, smearing my tongue over across them and letting them smack free each time. Leaving faint hickeys on theirs scrotums from where my mouth had coiled itself around them. I swung like a pendulum, rhythm kept stable between the two, indulging them with humid -Shhtlps- gurgles and slurps. I smacked my tongue and lips over the wide orbs in between each gobble. The sight caused some murmurs among the beasters.
	I reached my hands behind to grab the twin's cheeks, purging them together, pushing and groping, so they bumped up to each other, bust to bust. Both peering down at me in the middle, staunched between them, shorter distance to travel between each bundle. I huffed warmly, breathing out my steam over their crotches, pulling them even tighter together… -Shhwllptsuh- and devoured them both.  I slurped their testicles so close together that I fit over them simultaneously, clutching one testicle of each brother in my maw. My cheeks pronounced and bloated under the bulk of the orbs stockpiling in my slick chamber, my tongue coursing between the two of them, lathering them in drool that foamed up from the gap of air unable to close at my between them. It tensed my lips… but it was worth it to feel the quivers running down their bodies, as the balls stashed in one cheek each. -Splfltsh- -Clslptsh- The putterings of my saliva resonating with the pleasure induced moans from the twins. 
	“Mwmgs, phaa, heck-on-a-stick… this bitch…” 
	“Mfrrs, skies how greedy can a faggot be?” 
	The boss's ears perked up - fluttering like the wings of a butterfly. The other beasters followed suit. The air of intrigue growing dense in the room. 
	With what had been observed, they began to  tend to their erections, nursing them at the sight of my antics. 
	“What kind of depraved faggot did you get…?” Leash asked Boss. Boss huffed in response. I heard it, the warm air of scuffs venting through flaring nostrils. My heart skipped a beat, I was managing to impress them. 
	“That, is… It.” 
	I was brought out of my comfort at the scream; it wasn't a command, or a taunting voice, but a scream… My collar dug into my neck, I was launched backwards. -Pwpwhrptlp- The twins's orbs smacking free from my mouth; an arc of spittle connecting us as I watched myself fall back, slow enough that the tail ruptured into individual droplets of saliva, and then evaporated into a humid mist. The force had me coughing, grasping at my neck as my head slammed into a thigh. my breathing in shambles as I peered up, faced with Muzzle. His nostrils flared incessantly, venting steam that condensed over my head. 
	“I am not going another second without chocking this brat down on my meat,” he huffed, twisted me around, leaving me staring at his crotch. He pumped his cock taut, hard, long. This close, it was elongated in my perception. Time slowed down as the mast moved. Then it plunged. 
	-Ddlltptlpsth- It shoved through my lips, past the limit I had reached previously, the massive girth plugging my maw and saturating my taste buds in the salt drenched air of his beasthood. It pulsed, and the motions ached through me. -Slltsh- -Tpwtp- it withdrew, just to slam in again, far too fast for me to react, or accommodate it. But it just kept going. It hammered past my lips, nailing at the back of my throat with each heave, threatening to penetrate further. My neck wasn't accustomed to it, it clung, broadened and aching around the slab, my breathing halted at the relentless thrusts. His digits dug into my scalp; The grasp steeled me in place, held me hostage, kept me still as the as he flung his meat through me. 
	“Fmmrpha- fhghrssm, mwpghta-.” I gargled up sprays of incomprehensible sounds, spittle churned into mist that scattered around me while his pole ploughed through my mouth. I gargled down this shaft, breath smothered under the weight of his cock, each slam sending tremors of ache coursing through my maw, the lack of air constricting my lungs with talons of ice. Fear begun to tip the scales in my internal struggle. The sheer onslaught of his conquering battering ram piercing the limber defences I had built up over the past half hour. Were it not for that, I wondered how much worse the suffering would be at at the mercy of his crotch. On the other hand, my mind taunted me, knowing this was what I signed up for, what I wanted, what I had begged for… my thoughts turning hazy, chipping for breath between slams of his hips smacking my face. 
	“Fgshs, flgwh,” I gargled, spitting, drooling pools of cock whipped saliva, oozing a waterfall onto the ground below me. Pleasure intertwined with pain in my mind, as everything started to go blurry, and fear crawled with its spindly digits form my lungs, to wrap around my heart in a jerky clap. 
	Muzzle huffed and groaned. “Greedy bitch, think you can really handle us, you can prove it by choking right on my cock, you miserable faggot.” 
	-Pwhttlalwpawauthgh- I hurled up Muzzle's cock, a fierce tug sinking my collar into the groove the last heave had imprinted, reeling me away from teetering unconsciousness. 
	His grasp, however, didn't didn't accept my absence. As I was reeled back this nails dug into the roots of my hair, drawing across my scalp untill I was freed from his clutches. The cuts weren't deep, yet, it accentuated the pain and worry that had captured my heart, and emphasized the air of vehemence growing solid around me. 
	I witnessed his shaft spooling from my maw, going on, and on, and on… It scared me to think I had taken it, and horrified me to think of how it hadn't already knocked me out cold. 
	“Ey,” Leash called out, as I bumped into his thighs, breath unstable, cackling even as I spluttered forth stirred saliva to chug down any air I could get, “do not actually choke the fag.” 
	“That is my shtick,” Leash called out, and spun me to face his cock. 
	I had barely gotten a lungful before his fingers clamped around my head, and rammed me down his shaft. He plunged my head right along his shaft, plugging his brown slab into my depths, groaning and letting his fingers wander taught, prying over my head, easing me back out only to haul my head back down his shaft. His cock filled my maw, its girth testing the limits of my lips as it curved in and jabbed out my cheeks around the pronounced bloat with the contours of his cock head etched into it, withdrawing and ramming back in quicker than the bulge would diminish. It ached as he hammered me over his shaft, unlike Muzzle, Leash let his hips do the work, Leash crammed me down with the strength of his arms, the back of my throat aching as it bound and dipped into my murky chasm. Yet, Leash's member didn't reach as far as Muzzle’s, leaving me with enough space to snort air through my nostrils in between thrusts, and his girth blocked much of my lip's attempts to move. Phlegm mixing in with my drool to become a gel I coughed and gagged out as he battered into me with his dick. “Mgmpths, mmfpwghhga, ghhtssj.” 
	Leash's mortar scrubbed and gyrated down my maw, prodding in its grinds and forcing my tongue to lap around its width with my hasty tugs and thrusts. It scrubbed off a taste of saltwater fudge with the concentrated filth of man musk, making me wonder if I was losing more air than I thought, or if dick really tasted this sweet. It was scary… Despite how much it ached, how smothered my throat became… I adored every second of it… this cocktail of sardonic emotions, pleasure and pains swirling together and stabbing me with spoons. My mind undulated. Legs quivered beneath me, despite standing on my legs, it wasn't enough support to keep me standing, were it not for Leash's digits brushing and crawling along my cranium as he smashed my face in with it. 
	Something grasped my shoulders, and hauled me back. -Pththhaata- Leash groaned and reeled his shaft free from my maw, scoffing as he watched me toppling and coughing my lungs out. -Haarch- -Ptchio- I looked up just in time for a glistening projectile lobbing through the air, smacking onto my nose, detonating in a web of congealed tendrils crawling and smothering over my face. His spittle quickly growing chilled when exposed to the air, drooping and clamming to my skin. 
	“Starting to look like the proper part for the role, aren't ya, faggot?” he grunted and brushed his palm over his cock, holding it over my face and -Sppwpth- letting it smack into me. The weight bearing down on my nose before it rolled to the left, blocking out my left eye. He shuffled his hips, dragging his cock over me, scrubbing into the coagulating globules of phlegm rich spittle he'd lobbed onto me. His white spotted cock head scrubbing through the many paths of the slime, daubing and painting it out in greasy ditches across my face, fastening the sticky, cold grime plastered into my face. My breathing stabilized, his smile not twitching form the ravenous lust weather I was on the verge of choking or not. 
	“Hope I haven't spoiled your appetite for sausage, we have got so much, we have so many courses for you to work down,” he ensured. Leash scrubbed his shaft across my face, the whole length brushing over me like a car's window wiper. Then retracted to show vines of the gel sloping between his shaft and tethering to my face, some of the liquid spittle, his and mine combined — travelling down the vines in little cold parcels that matted to my face. I felt my shoulders clutched, and flew back at its whims. My head drummed back against another pair of thighs. I felt like a rag doll, being passed around a collection of eager children, just waiting to find new ways to wreck me. It had the same air as their videos, though watching those didn’t help fathom the tactile ache and emotions it inflicted. 
	“Think you could just abandon us like that without letting us finish?” 
	“Your fag face isn't getting off that easy.” 
	“At least not until it gets us off.” Left-Cheek and Right-Cheek chimed above me; the twins begun to drag and haul me to and fro, fighting amongst themselves over what angle would be best for abusing me to sate their desires. I couldn't quite comprehend what was happening. They shuffled forwards, their ballsacks hugging over my head, blocking over my eyes as sweat stained drapes, my breathing picked up again, even as they prodded and flung me between them, grunting and huffing in their arguments. Until, The scrotums lifted, and I peeked up, to see both of the pale gray cock heads, ramming down towards me. -Cppltpsths- Left-Cheek got in first, but Right-Cheek was tight on their tail, my mouth bending and stretching to accommodate it the best it could, but it was too much when I could barely handle taking head form one them. 
	“Gmmrhs, awhgjapah,” I gargled on them as they pried and wedged against each other down past my lips, -spstplsth- until both of their pulsating, taut heads were down my maw. 
	“Ghhra, gahga,” I gurgled, foaming spittle through the open space between the two shafts, each lodged down one side of my mouth. 
	Lens whistled stunned at the sight at first, before shuffling down on all fours to capture a better angle. 
	“Mfnnghs, oh come on, how do mfms you expect to be a proper fag, mfm". 
	“If you cannot handle a mere two dicks down your face?” 
	It was less my will, more the limitations of physics, that didn't let their shafts burrow deeper. Already my cheeks laid inflated with their girth, so I would make the greediest of hamsters blush. 
	“Hghs-ghhsts, -fhugh-,” I gagged and gargled, then hiccuped up a little fountain of foaming fluids, drizzling down my lips. 
	“That is precious, isn't this fag just adorable?” Right-Cheek asked. 
	“You know what they say about fags you try to polish up,” he huffed and -Chhrsllsth- -pthtiso- up-chucked a lob of spittle onto my forehead. Then Rright-Cheek followed suit, -Spltsh- -Twplstlsh- The twins taking turns bombarding me with volleys of tepid, and rapidly cooling spittle, gathering down the trails and paths Leash had carved out with his own phlegm. Spat on as their dicks jostled and squished around my maw for space. This… I had dreamed of things like this but, w-was it actually happen?”


“Two at once, he will have to do better than that.” 
	“Can't have our new fag be starved of cock, can we?” 
	“I am certain we can all share…” 
	They were all converging on me, the beasters moving in closer than before, scoffing through flared nostrils that tossed hot air down me. -Spsptlsh- The twin's cocks sprung out of my mouth, lips trembling and aching, I instinctively reached them, only to be swatted away by a hand. 
	“You are not hiding your face from us now.” Their circling was tighter than before, all I could see was were glimpses of light passing through their legs and the halo shimmering above their heads. They cackled, laughing with a dusky tone to their voices, gleeful and eager, the atmosphere had grown warmer and heavy, pressing down on me from above. 
	“I j-just.” I began… -Twwwwmpthc- The impact rippled across my cheek, coursing out form the imprint of a beast's cock, the strike aching through my cheek. -Cttwwsp- then came another, and another -Twtpwp- like a cut of fresh beef swung at me like a bat. And they all just kept laughing. I was beaten, swatted, pummelled to and fro by their stiff batons, my head tossed to and fro in the bombardment of cocks stabbing me in volleys of ache. It struck me this was, just them enjoying themselves, this was their pleasure, their art, and what is art without suffering? My eyes shut by sheer reflex, but I struggled against those impulses, keeping them open as much as I could, causing me to experiencing a distorted, flickering view of reality cutting in and out from the darkness and back to the raining battering of riding cock flesh bludgeoning me from all directions, wherever I tried to focus my vision. -Swmwpth-. -Wmwtmpsh- -Cmmptsh- The sacks of solid meat warped against my body as they struck. Bolts of the same sardonic concoction from before swatted through my veins, all the more pain, all the more it spiralled down my spine and pumped by my heart throughout my whole body. The internal conflict I sustained was at an apex. This, was the most humiliating point of my life… but, by the end of this day, would that still hold true? It shook me to think of it unable to defend myself, my lungs lagging behind, and my vision going blurry. In the continued flogging of firm dicks, a threshold was reached… Sight, sound, sensation… smell… all of them blended together into a homogeneous drone buzzing throughout my body, and then subsided contemporaneously… All at once it, vanished.