The Stampede
Part 6


Written by Septia.


Boss loomed above, ever present as he took in my form, seeing me confused by the question. “What do you adore so much about our assholes? Hmm?”


This question, sparked curiosity, my brain divulging energy and shifting resources around to find an answer… On the surface level, there was no fun answer. I was, gay. That, felt like the extent of it. Though, I dove past the surface, and opened my eyes to the ocean below. The shape, the touch of them, the sensation of musk titillating me… even deeper, the depravity of the act, harking back to a time before father adopted me, to a longing, a desire to fill a void. One which, clean rooms, good grades, fancy electronics, and an absent father… couldn't fill. So… if that didn't work, I suppose, seeking its opposite made sense…made sense… There… had to be more… I had barely breached the body of unconscious desire. However, this was not befitting the camera… I shifted my thoughts away from it, hovering somewhere just below the surface, scouring for reasons, inviting myself to explore those primal sensations… until I had something juicy enough to present Lens with.


“I, love the their texture plastered against my tongue… the rugose surface of ridges and wrinkles undulating under my tongue, writhing to smear out the congealed build up of colon grease and ass sweat. I love how they squeeze my tongue, and the entire crinkled loop of flesh pulses against my tongue, pinching it in your nasty pits.” I spin my words for the camera, to eliciting snickers and nods around the room. 
	“If you adored smelling our farts to that extent,” Lens said, shifting forwards, “Bet you loved smelling the farts reeking from those buttholes, didn't you, fag?” 
	I bit my teeth, inhaled so the air passing through the gaps of my molars tuned into a whistling. “Yes, more than anything.” 
	Boss moved closer to me after I said this. I felt some of the gunk on my face drooping down, freeing one eye, so I could glance up at the pale camel standing before me. -Slltpssh- His palm met my crown, a light splatter of grime compressed under his grip. His other hand reaching down my mouth, scraping off some vomit, and venturing his fingers inside. To feel them fondling, searching through my maw, such an intimate intrusion compared to what I had been the victim of during this day. Fingers clutched onto my tongue, dragging it outwards, his thumb and forefinger resting in pinch that squeezed my tongue pump front and center, the tip wiggling free. 
	I felt drool trickling down my lips in the forced exposure to air, tongue reflexively tugged back yet pinned in place by his decisive grip. He presented his shaft, stroking it against his abdomen before letting it flop down free -Splltsh- and smack against the tip of my tongue. Quivers spiralled through down my neck from the vibrations of the cock smack. 
	He kept going, brushing and flopping his shaft against my pronounced tip, jostling the meat rod to the flicker of drool moistened muscle, forcing me to lap at his tip whilst my arms were occupied with the twin's erections. The force of this fingers jabbed into me contrasted the light, flicker of his member, enhancing both the pain pain that pulsed through the pinch in my tongue, and the depraved delight I took in his meatslab battering me. 
	“I relieved myself just this morning, stank up the bathroom something fierce. And you sick little fag boy that you are, just shove your tongue up my butthole,” he spat -Arsh-Ptthio- down on my face, clearing another segment of vomit. My vision laid limited to the one exposed eye. 
	“You would do it again at the drop of a hat, would you not, revolting fag?” 
	“Mfm, mgmmmhmm,” I muttered through awkwardly bending lips, my nodding restricted. 
	He kept flicked his dick against my tongue as he tore attention away from me, Lens focused back on Boss. 
	“Anyone here who would hold any regrets to using this degenerate as a fart box right after a bathroom visit?” 
	The beasters stemmed up in a rather dark chuckle. 
	“It'd be the first place I’d think of visiting.” Muzzle boasted among the laughter. 
	The hair on my back stood on end. The thought that all of them did not show a hint of caring what state their buttholes were in when they jammed me against them, heat they would expect me to lap, while suckling on a rim that was just rinsed as eagerly as I could, one that was fresh from dumping out a sticky batch of manure… tickling along my frame and ruffled my soggy hair. Because… it felt like there was really some truth in that. My tongue was unleashed, I let it hang, huffing panting with drool slobbering down the sides. Boss bent down towards my crotch, for a moment my heart stopped. Then as he grasped my soiled shirt the startled muscle resumed its beating. He hurled it over my face -Spltlthsh- smearing the spittle and omit taut over my head as the barf plastered into me like cement. He wrapped up the back of the shirt in tow, and tired the ends over my head like a parcel, a bindle… or a trash bag. 
	“This fag has shown itself so enamoured with toiling to our natural needs, why not give him a taste of what it would be like as a proper toilet, wet, dark, steaming fresh…” 
	I quivered on the spot, feeling the twins move out of my grasp, leaving me with the world again cast into shade, only managing to make out shadows through my one peephole in the sullied fabric. 
	-Fhrrrslsh- I heard the jet before it reached me, anticipation mismatched as the stream hit the back of my head, someone else had already been taking aim. Then came another beam, the arc trickling at my right cheek before raising up to splatter over my crown. They didn't appear to care for hitting anywhere near my mouth. The streams jointed in, and the warmth oozed from them, radiating the sheer tepid humidity, boiled fresh from their bladders. The urine soaked into my shirt, and drippled onto my skin, absorbed in my hair, matting it flats and infusing with the gellated vomit. As more piss mixed in, the more it shifted, bloated in liquid and slathered along my head, there was nowhere for it to go with the shirt blocking its exits, only shifting and smearing onto me at new angles, places I thought had been free from the caustic filth now enveloped by the tart acidity. More streams joined the ranks, torrents that sprawled out into a covering blanket of liquid heat, my air tainted and contained in the shirt, corrupted by the vomit to shift the pungent ooze of wilted hay into a bitter concoction of tobacco and lemons marinated in sewage. The stench clamped into my nostrils, wiggling through like a slime fish in search of a new nest. The stench glued to my nostrils, settling down to meld in with my snot and imprint itself right into my sense of smell itself… A tinge of fear teetered along my spine, as it didn't feel like this sensation would disappear anytime soon… 
	“Pghha, Agatha, bghtuaa,” I gagged on piss and vomit, my breathing not hampered, only transformed into a painful struggle; little reward other than inhaling the bile sagging down the front of my shirt in a home-grown piss stew. 
	The beasters laughed, pointing at me, prodding the bulge swelling out my shirt in front of my head, aiming their beams of liquid amber towards it… It dripped onto the floor, filtering through juices from the vomit and weighing my entire head down under the bulk building up in the bloated bulb. 
	I could feel it right under my nose, a witch's brew of gunk that reeked and condensed in the tight embrace, assaulting all of my senses. Tears joined the mixture, as the warped tart and salty air got to my irritated my eyes. 
	The collar tugged, constraining my neck… I grasped for it, holding so taut and keeping the pressure up so long… it dug into my neck… then the pressure was released all at once, and the surprise let me haplessly fall forwards onto my face… -Sppgpglslptughrhsth- The boil erupted… a cascade of vomit and urine sludge crashing out around me, tendrils of bile whipped from crevices and gaps in the shirt, a lot of the muck tossed over to my back and pooling between my shoulder blades. As I panted, I involuntarily sucked in the bile, and exhaled so the grime bubbled around me, -BRrbslrbt-. I tried to steady myself up, but the same palm shoved me to the ground. 
	“Oh bitch you are going nowhere, look at this mess you brought to the floor,” Leash sneered. He sat down on my back, grinding my head down into the bloated shirt dumpling of vomit stuffing. Soaking my head down the filth and letting the fumes seep through my skin oil and burrow into my memory. -Shhtsh- He undid the tie at the top of my head, and let eh shirt fall open with a -BHRhrwlapgah- barf of viscous fluids exhuming from it, sprawling over the floor for into a sludgy mass, all trailing back to my soggy, messed up head. I peered up, into the tidal wave of yellow stained grime, the porridge texture cracked and sundered by the urine seeping and soaking through it. Chunks of clumped wheat sprawled throughout, separated into little islands in the ocean of loose stomach acids and piss. This close to the floor, the mess melded with my horizon. 


After a moment the grinding ceased. I pried my head up, halfway wrapped by the humid swathe of a shirt, partially unveiled, so I could properly see. I then felt his palm at my neck, rubbing and kneading his fingers into me, he trailed it along, hooking his arm underneath my chin. 
	“Mfm, can't resist this, I gotta have a taste of this ass,” Leash huffs as he lays down his weight on me, smothering my back in his torso and squeezing me to the ground. He rubbed in, grunting and shuffling himself comfortable atop of me. 
	I shifted, but felt locked his in clutches, the neck hook locking me in place, his shirt brushing up against my empty back, and his thighs clasping in over my ass. -Pttwdp- Then I felt it… His erection, thick, throbbing tense. It prodded against my rear, pushing in between my cheeks, grinding against my anus. My mind pulsed, sketching out scenarios of the next few seconds — most of them warped by the thought of taking in that girth… I was inexperienced, and Leash's size would be enough to split me in twain. I felt his another hand back at his crotch, brushing against my ass as he adjusted his shaft, huffing and breathing in through his teeth… 
	-Twppwthhttwh- The thrust came, and I screamed, only to be muffled in the sloppy thrust heft of the dick clogging it up. Without grace, build up, or concern… the mast pierced into me. 
	“Mgnrnaagn agangnwa,” I cried, kept in place by his arm as he worked it in deeper. My rectum's nerves plucked and strummed in ache by the clumsy strokes of the gargantuan meat shoving through me. 
	He didn't give me an out, an instead reeled back and slap his cock further down my reaches. -Cllrlprsths- He plowed into me, ramping up his rhythm to crash his cock through my pit. His crotch and hips smacks into me like the sound of wet laundry dropped on the floor, in rapid succession -Stmwpth- -MMSpatwpw- Again and again the pillar of cock meat spears me, splaying my anus gaping and warping my rectum taut with shocks of hurt coursing through my pinched veins. I couldn't help but struggle, I had been enamoured with everything I had been forced through, savouring it despite the comfort it brought, but… fear won out this instance, with the overwhelming backing of pain. 
	“Ghrnanagaw annghash,” I screamed, Leash rutting me raw, cheeks turning red and my lower intestine warping and bending along the pole arm hammering into my ass. I jerked, thrashed, struggle against it, arms flailing out to anything to grab a hold of, pain fading strategy or tact from my mind, leaving me gasping words non-existent, and reaching for supports that my mind desperately conjured up. -Sjthhtwp- hhcllptwhp-. The smacks of his cock echoed around me, resounding with my groans and expanding in the pulsating soundscape of pain around me. I heard the approval and heckling cheers from the surrounding beasters. What had previously been a deranged encouragement, was now painted in the true sadistic light it stood for. 
	-Cllptwh- -Thtwphclp- They began to applaud along with the claps of his thighs into me, timing in with the thrusts to leave the smacks resonating between one another. 
	“Ghra, ahgharwhwa.” 
	“Oh shut up Faggot, this is what you are useful for.” Muzzle shouted. 
	The next instance I felt Leash's bicep flex, the muscles bulging forth and laying into my neck, threatening to cut off the airway as his muzzle nuzzled up to my side. Hissing, steaming air of passion flushed through his flared nostrils without missing beat of the pummelling to my rear. 
	I tried to scream, it was cut down a faint wheeze from the pressure applied to my throat, and the air reeled in afterwards didn't make up for the effort wasted… My rear spiked with pain throughout my nervous system, shock waves stretching my organs like rubber bands and twisting my stomach into uncomfortable knots. I could barely breathe, and more importantly for the beasters, I made even less make noise as he pummelled me. 
	Leash picked up the pace, what before matched a calm heartbeat now felt the mimicked the pace of the cock beating my face had endured I back in the cyclones of cock jabbing. I had to endure it all the same. 
	“Faggot, listen close, alright?” Leash huffed out into my ear as he spanked his hips into my ass, dipping his siege ram through my laughable defences, “You knew what you were signing up for, this is what taking a cock is like, and your butt-hole is gonna gargle it as long as I damn please.” He eased the clutch of his arm. 
	A shriek simply plumed out of me in reflex, quickly muting me as he clutched and flexed once more; the bicep digging deeper, pushing right against he collar to emphasize the depth it plied into my gullet. 
	“Think this is rough, pathetic bitch… We are going to ruin your ass till your waste comes out crooked, who knows, by your reaction to this light fmmms, load of cock, your sphincter might just widen so everything falls out your rectum like a reversed funnel…” 
	The agony rushing through me suddenly coated in new shades of fear and anxiety. The thought that this pain would never let up, but that it would affect the rest of my life, permanently warped along the desires and whims of these stranger's dicks… My thoughts mutated, all the more fearful and deranged by the lack of oxygen being painted in dark blue splotches over my face, tongue lolling out my maw, fighting to tug in a gasp of air. 


It was all relinquished in a moment; unleashed with such hurry that my first desperate breath hurt my neck by just how much it was forced to expand. I coughed, spluttered spit over the ground, clutching my throat, swishing around the vomit and fluids around me, curling my legs, before slumping them all limp. My body grew accustomed to air again, redirecting all attention to fuelling my lungs. I laid there, spent. 
	Leash moved off of me, looking down on the crumpled, heaving rag he'd wrapped his cock around and dropped off once satisfied. My body cried, though I could not but breathe. 
	Someone was at my back… broad eraser fingers clutching my ankles, bending my knees towards my torso, pushing my rear upwards, jutting up through the air, higher than I had felt any part of me be for a while. Once his fingers sunk into my rear, grasping and grappling, kneading and pinning my rump taut in his palm… I distinguished it was Brawn. He was going after my ass again, I thought back, seeing him so many times in the videos, how often did he focus on the butt? I grunted as he clutched it taut enough to swell up dunes of butt flab between his fingers, who migrated gradually down my crack, thumb rubbing and fondling along the outline of my abused rim, beaten, pulsing and battered from Lash's rut. His other palm joined in, kneading, as if possessed by the concept of my ass… or, passive over it, as it being a toy; his toy, for his pleasure.  
	“How would you all think the faggot's ass will look, after today?” he asked, calm tones despite the boom in his voice. 
	“Lets just say constipation won't ever be an issue again,” Right-Cheek snickered. 
	“He's going to need diapers to hold his dump in,” Left-Cheek added, to the collective amusement of the room. 
	“Damn straight…” Brawn raised his middle finger, and clutched the two digits surrounding it together, reeling back, and throwing them forwards, right into my ass. -Chrlrlsprlth- -Ttwtmp- The crinkling grind of fluids displaced was followed by the swat of his knuckle punching into me, the triangle of digits jammed to the knuckle straight into my ass. 
	“Gyryaaararagh,” I screamed, loud, tossing out all the breath I had stored up over the past minute. I felt him jam them in, again and again, spacing them out to test the tensile strength of my colon, wringing and squeezed side to side to grind into the sensitive spots along my anus. His thumb smacked in hard against my trundles, pushing it to meet with the fingers trapped in my rectum, pinching me through myself amidst the rams of the increasingly soggy digits. I felt the bumps in his fingers warp and flicked my pucker, I clutched my own fists in a guttural response to the finger rape tearing onto my beaten butthole. The pain, wasn't a match, in fact, if they started with this, maybe Lash wouldn't have bruised me raw, though jamming the inquisitive fingers in at my already aching flesh… My heart ached in its throbs, and my pucker barely got a chance to pinch in the ruthless assault. 
	Brawn jammed his fingers deep… let them stay, with the rim clutching past the knuckle… then withdrew, pushing and pulling his fingers together to see the vines of anal mucus trailing out between them. He scoffs, huffs, and reels is hand back. “Got me all dirtied up in your pathetic ass drool,” he sneered, and drove his palm through the air to crash into me rear with a resounding -Smwmwpwth- smack echoing pain through the layers of skin, fat and muscle. 
	“Changsha,” I squealed, knees shifting down with my rump, just attempting to escape the range, but Brawn's hooves pushed my feet back into place. 
	“Where would you even run off to, boy, isn't this what you wanted?” he called out and let another smack plummet to my cheek, the entire clasp of his palm marking its presence in the hard -Ssmsmwthp- that outlined a red print over my flesh. Another smack dropped, then another, the swats raining down from above and drumming heavily into my posterior, though if my ass has been as taut as a drum… -Ttwwwmph- The skin would have ruptured at this point. 
	“Phhaaa.” 
	“Phshahhaa, look at him.” The beasters chuckled and cheered. 
	“Beat his ass raw.” 
	“Tenderize it, so we can stretch it out proper, the fag gotta fit us all.” 
	-Ttwmtph -Sscmtch- The smacks crashed into me. The brutality of each swat beating painful bolts shooting through my spine, so the point I swore I felt vertebrae shift. The ache spiralling down my legs, pulsing, grasping…, singing its talons through me in the aftershocks of the flat concussive blow to my gluts. Punishment was all there was for me; movement stifled, breath aching, body drained of energy… and each breath shaking by the aftershocks of the spanks…  All I could feel was pain, all I could hear was laughter and reverberating meat, all I could do was endure…


~ 1 ~


My ass laid red like a siren, pulsing from the volley of beatings Brawn unleashed on me. I felt every drop of sweat drooling down my cheeks, the perspiration stinging as it wound its way down my back. The stuffy room was taking its toll on me. I didn't think I would ever miss a window enough to fantasize about hoisting it up and leaning my head out to feel a chilled breeze wiping away the brine from my skin. I could see myself in my bedroom, early morning, peering out through the window, remembering the brisk breeze and cool air as I gazed out over the fields. In my mind’s eye I saw Beasters coming out to toil the land, but they were not father-mine's it was Boss, Leash, the twins, Brawn, all of them. Though, from this distance, there was not much separating them. 


I was pulled out of strain induced daydream when I felt Brawn's palm on my ass, this time prying it aside to get a glimpse at my pucker. 
	“Morsel is tender, ready to be stuffed,” Brawn mused in a soothing tone, the other Beasters Oooing as he squatted and hoisted up his shaft in line with my ass. In one thrust the phat black cock dug through my trenches and sunk into my pit. 
	“Gyryrhaanng,” I cried out, Brawn's dick the thickest I had seen today, by bending my anus around its girth to put my rectum on pins and needles. The shaft reeled back and humped into me again, brushing past my rim as the mast worked itself further in with each -Tttwmtpg- pound moulding my anal tunnels like clay for to accommodate his trunk. 
	“Anfngh, yeah,” Brawn huffed out in a tone that warped to a neigh towards the end. He kneaded his hands across my cheeks as he ramped up the rhythm to hammer away his cock through my battered tunnel. 
	Its sheer sized was put into more perspective when it wrapped my ass around itself like a skin suit. Among the thrusts I could feel the gently undulating of his cock's veins coaxing blood through his shaft, while the thick intrusion restricted my own blood flow. -Spptlrth- Splatters of scraped up cock grease and bowel fluids smacked from my cheeks -Twtwmpgpgwhp-. He unsheathed his cock from me, giving my pained rear a moment to breathe. I felt the rim attempting to clench together, only to be reeled back in the broadening ache inflicted upon it. 
	Brawn spat onto his fingers, giving me a glimpse of the drooling fluids before fondling my pucker, splaying and coating the pit in whirling patterns of the chilled saliva. 
	I groaned out in satisfaction, from the cool touch, despite the rough grind and prying touch of the fingers the chilled grasp soothed my aching muscles like dipping my battered and roasted ham in a vat of yogurt. 
	“Didn’t think I’d need more lube on this, don’t want the pit to pinch too tight,” Brawn huffed. 
	The wording confused me; I thought he had done this, because he understood how I felt after the ache, though… the way he said it made it seem like… 
	-Spllrwtwthwd- He rammed into me again, the pleasant chill contrasted with spiking agony as the trunk burrowed through my rectum. Clapping, thrusting and splaying my rear around his cock with a slicker -Sttmwmpthw- from the lubricative saliva. 
	Lens moved in closer, focusing between different shots of the action, getting close-ups of my ass devouring Brawn's dick. Then shifted focus up to the black buffalo. 
	“Kid is still tight…,” he muttered. 
	Around the room were huffs and approval and agreement, which made me look up from the floor stunned. Was, this still considered tight? Brawn was slamming into me and sending shock waves of pain throughout my body, ramming through without a hint of effort, the thickest cock in the room… and I was still tight? 
	“Brawn, hoist the faggot back on the couch, I am noticing impatience in the ranks.” 
	Brawn paused, looking up and sighing, grunting as he crammed his mast it near the base. 
	“Sure thing, though still have business to settle with this fag brat,” he said and reached an arm underfunded my torso. His fingers clutched into my abs, feeling out a steady grasp before hoisting me up, keeping his cock crammed down my rear as he strutted to the run down couch. 
	I felt the rhythm of the walk gently bump the cock deeper, eliciting a trail of “Mfngnr, Mghrnt,” grunts before Brawn settled down on the cushions with me in his lap. He tugged me in to his chest. 
	“Lets get this right,” he mumbled in contemplation, reeling his arms down around under my knees, and hoisting my legs up. 
	I lost my support to the ground, -Cgrrslt- hearing the crinkling of fluids as I sank further onto the mast. He pulled his arms back further, bending my legs further than I thought was possible, I felt my tendons strain taut under the ballast of force -Tmpwwmp-. Then he knitted his fingers around the back of my head, forcing it downwards. 
	I was left with only my alarms for support, but they could barely reach the couch, reeling and reaching with nothing to grasp, the rest of me suspended in a slope down his torso, squared onto his mast… I swallowed. 
	Brawn humped thrust, hard. The cock slammed into me, with no counterforce I felt it all spike through my body, rattling my skin as he sunk his mast up to a thumb away from his scrotum. The ache rippling in growing shock waves. But then… he pulled down, and I found gravity take hold of me, pushing me back down to be spitted by his mast -Tttwhpwprrp-.
	“Hngraa…” I wheezed, as this added aid of my own weight slammed my cheeks down onto his base and let me feel his balls indented on my cheek. 
	“Toaannmhh, that is the stuff, knew this would do the-fhmmmf, trick, keep that up fag,” Brawn huffed and thrust in again, letting me feel his cock dig deeper than ever before as his thighs heft up upwards, dropping me back down on the dick with rectum tearing force. 
	He pound me ruthlessly, rhythm back to the same vigour as when I was sprawled on the ground, but now the recoil added all the more smack wand weight to heave. But, here I had no support structure, and no ground beneath me… there was just the fat spit burrowing into me. I felt the ache bend my ass to its will, the pain ringing through my body. And still… something in my core screamed for more. That is when I noticed Muzzle, huffing and gritting his teeth in a grin, strutting up to his front. 
	“Brawn, you don't mind, do you?” 
	Sweat beaded along the at between the rivers of puke along my face, unease circulating through my blood as I saw him brandish his cock and shuffle his knees onto the couch around Brawn's legs, aiming his tip towards.
	Another anvil was dropped on the scale of fear and lust in my mind. I tried shaking my head, but Brawn's clutched me tight. 
	“W-waai…” I wheezed, but Muzzle was already going for it, at the apex of Brawn's thrust he jammed his shaft in underneath my anus, and when I fell down. -Stmptsh- It stopped me on their tip, both wedged against each other, and my rind squeaking -Srrsllsth- and creaking whilst warping over their bulk. My plead cut off as I clasped my teeth. It couldn't work… it wouldn't work. I remembered the videos of theirs, ones featuring double penetration, how much force it took to wedge the them inside, how incredible it looked, but… The other applicants m-must have been used to it before, must have practised and prepared… Maybe they were serious… I tremble at the thought, or… realization. Did I need surgery after this? And if so… how could I ever tell Father mine? 
	“And, heave… mmfmf, in the right, trajectory, it should…” 
	-Prpsllffttsth- My pucker gaped, warped around the edges, plied and sculpted to a sunken pit gaping around the twin battering rams thrusting up beneath me. My ass creaked in the manner of a rusted door hinge worn rubber door hinge, while it warped over and engulfed the tip of the both goat's cocks. 
	I screamed. It was a soprano tone I hadn't heard before, which peeked as the two Beasters thrust into me together. The moist -Stwmspspth- smacks and humps of their meats barging into me echoing in the room, until it overpowered the petering tones of my cries. I saw Lens pull an annoyed face, thinking about how he'd have to account for my outcry in post. 
	The two batons pinned into my ass, the tensed limit to my anus's skin ridiculed by the intrusion, cleaving my thighs and tightening my brim steady as a tuned guitar string. The strumming and rippling in the interspace between their cocks radiating throes of agony through my crotch. My thighs slacked, my stomach warping reflexively and my head buzzing with the tearing slams of their combined ramming. I couldn't feel my legs, my toes, or even my chest despite I knew it was heaving rampantly from my quaking breath. All my nerves were concentrated on that one spot, the place that grew white and stale from the barrage of delving, surging agony. Any moment I knew it would happen, they would thrust harder, cram deeper, and my skin would split in twain around the towering dicks. 
	“I am gonna split in two.” I screamed. All I could do in this situation, and I barely held control of my own voice. 
	The Beasters only huffed with more eager, grunting as their cocks ground against each other in the embrace of my ass, pushing and plugging me harder, bounding me down on their spears and bending my pucker out and in from the rampant hefts. But they didn't listen to me, they only went faster. 
	I knew Leash had been right now, it was not just words, I wouldn't be walking out of here with a tortured ass, if I could even walk, or crawl. My mind pumped and throbbed in rhythm with the pounding, aching in dreadful anticipation. Yet, it didn't come. The rupture and eruption of pace wouldn't surface… my ass was holding. It perplexed me, felt unnatural, worked against my own senses and understanding of the world that I could house two, rampaging meat pistons in through my butthole, without it turning into a canyon. 
	“Y-your cocks are toot much. S-sstoap I c-acntt.” 
	Muzzle's finger hooked down my mouth, pried it open, he chucked a parcel of spit right down my throat. Digits forced down after it, smearing it across my tongue, swabbing my teeth in his phlegm and hawking up more gunk to spit down my throat. 
	“You knew exactly what you were up for, fag, and your tight ass is guzzling down our cocks like there is no tomorrow. Your ass wants this, and you deprecated piece of filth know you love every second of it,” Muzzle huffed out as he forced his finger down my throat, gagging me whilst humping in against me. “Besides, I can feel that healthy, filthy fag erection of yours grinding against my abs.” 
	“If that isn't proof, then, what is? We are professionals,” Brawn huffed, nibbling at my ears whilst he jostled me onto their masts, “we know what we are doing.” 
	My plead devolved into muffled moans as I was abused from all ends, my ass still on the edge of ripping asunder. But there was truth in his words, they probably knew my limits better than myself, though that didn't mean they respected them… I tried my mind away from the focus on my aching dick… a… heck… Muzzle was right, I was harder than ever. 


It felt like it would never end… even as the Beasters withdrew their cocks from my crooked and drooping anus, letting their dongs dangle drooled slick in the gunk form my own ass. I felt the throbbing piercing through my ass, spiralling down in a helix of overindulgent straining through my crinkled rectum and bowels. I didn't feel blood, or cracks, though I also didn't feel much at all… 
	“Shall we get a close up of our main actor,” Muzzle suggested, letting off a long sigh, and appearing considerably more composed, as if he had worked off his stress on me. 
	I felt a familiar grasp squeeze down on my ass, and hoist me upwards. Brawn suspended me in the air, slumped doubled over from my ass, whilst Lens moved in closer, and focused on my pit. It looked… contorted, warped oblong like a wallet, with bulged out edges from the entrance of the thick dicks. Brawn produced three fingers, and pushed them inside, easing them in with no strain or effort, though the intrusion pulsed through my flesh, and ramped up my breath. 
	“Fwmmffs,” I winced, sucked in a breath through my teeth as the fingers spread out in a triangle, plying apart my rear and giving the camera a look into the depths. The smooth walls laid steamrolled, battered and flattened, allowing them to peer in deeper, seeing the ruffles at the start of my large intestine, and the twitching that still held a remnant of the rhythm from the pumping members. Tethers of bowel drool connected the walls of the winding tunnel, and drizzled own in sloughing pools of liquid fat. Their masts had pushed the rugose texture down beneath it. The closer to my rim you looked, the smoother and buffered flat my flesh was, and yet it rattled and quivered, the tensed, thin rim yawning open and jittering around Brawn' fingers. 
	Lens whistled, holding on the tune as if it was slowly echoing and disappearing down the depths of my spelunked cavern. The other Beasters humming or snickering with him in approval. 
	“Still consider him tight?” Right-Cheek asked. 
	Brawn humphed. “Snug.” And then tossed me to the couch. 
	I fell onto the cushion, slumping down like a limp sack of sausages – something I could relate to after today's experiences. A few moments were dedicated just to breathing, then feeling over my legs, making sure they were still there, and covering my asshole with my hand. I felt discarded, like a trashed condom after a cocky experiment. I didn't make out who came over me, but someone hoisted up my ruined, sullied shirt over my head again, tying up the ends of it, trapping me in the damp sack. A shudder of raw dread bolted through me. What if… they didn't intend to release me afterwards? What if they would, dispose of me… once I had been spent and broken, just tossed me away. Terror infused with my lust, corrupting both sensations into something, mellow… acceptance? -Clltch- Something snapped at my lips. And I felt… for a brief moment, the touch of another beaster's mouth pressed up to mine… Teeth clamped at the fabric, -Rrrsktshc- then it drew back, and ripped a tatter of my shift with it, leaving me with a mouth hole exposed, through which I breathed desperately. 


“Clean up the mess you made, got it, fag?” Leash instructed, then I felt him tug. 
	My collar clenching as I stumbled forward on the couch, guided as the Beasters laughed, til I found Muzzle and Brawn's dick, standing on full mast. My heart fluttered. I dove onto Muzzle's cock, tongue rolling out and licking him to the base as I engulfed his shaft in my warm lips. Humid air breathed down his crotch as I suckled more a more into me. I worked my thumb and forefinger in a jerking massage at the base of his mast as my other hand reached down to Brawn and worked up his cock in preparation for me. I tasted the raw colon gel from my own ass, splayed and smeared into them, it tasted of tart pepper and prickling alcoholic spices, singeing my maw. 
	This morning, I would have been disgusted by it, repulsed and felt sick. But with all the day providing context, this was a welcome break, and I engaged with it as much as I could. Pulling my lips back up along his penis and clamping it down in a hard suction to -Smmspptsh- pop off his tip and then bob my head right down the Brawn's beefy dick, slobbering excited drool all over it. All to the intrigue and surprise of the surrounding Beasters, and moans of the two I took in turn to suck off. Despite everything, again and again, I eagerly gargled cock. 
	“Time for some closes up action.” 
	I heard lens mumbled behind me, and soon after feeling his cock enter my ass, gliding in along the more spacious chamber. The whirring of the camera telling me how he filmed, zoomed, and focused from his dick getting slobbered and gobbled my by butthole, and back to me chocking down of the dicks. He spanked his hips into me, and I shook from the impact, pushed harder into Brawn's cock. But I worked with the motions and bobbed my head along the thrust to suckle off my own saliva, before shifting to Muzzle's dick. Lens’s beasthood was impressive, though it didn't surpass Muzzle's length, or Brawn's girth, making it fit… snugly. I felt him heaving and humping into me hard, slamming and rattling his thighs to my cheeks, plowing me with all his raw, pent-up lust. The ache was there… though only a memory of the previous engagement, I could take him with some room to spare, and moaned warmly as I coupled the warm, pleasant sensations of taking a hard cock in my face, to feeling another one shovelling its way up my crack. -Scllrtch- He withdrew his mast, smacking it into my ass, and hot dogging it between my buns. He spat at my tailbone, I felt saliva collect at the tip of my crack, trailing down in a stroke of chills. It was picked up by his shaft and swabbed across my butthole's trenches. 
	“Gone quite loose after all this, a fine tight ass, feels nice to not have been the one to dig the well itself,” Lens noted. 
	“Keep telling yourself that,” Muzzle jested just before my lips clamped down on his cock again, and I swirled my tongue around his tip I a warm suckle. 


I had gotten more accustomed to it… and it started to feel… better. It wasn't, incredible yet, as much as sucking dick was, but… it was closing in. Another thing closing in, were the Beasters in front of me. The distance between their cocks narrowed, till they were right up against each other. I didn't hesitate taking in both, working to suckle my lips over them, my cheeks warping oblong around their manhoods whilst I suckled them in deeper. I painstakingly pried my lips over the zenith of their cock heads, just a little bit, lapping and drooling oodles of humid spittle down the undulating pillars of man meat. They humped against me, though, alternating cock, so I could feel a bit of the tip of one, whilst the other wound its way deeper to be caressed by the length of my tongue. My head swayed along with the alternating motions, and my stomach jiggled from Lens's thrusts. Maybe they really did know my limits, if they were being this kind to give me a rest. Though… processing the fact I took, getting doubled teamed form one end and screwed in the other, as a rest… only showed how much my perspective had warped and contorted over the past hours… a bit like my anus; we were both more open. 


~ 2 ~


Once my mouth felt as loose as my anus, and the slobber drizzled across their crotches like a spritzer, Brawn and Muzzle pulled back. Lens still held my ass tight, humping into it as he slid down on the couch to till seated, with me hanging out over in a limp, tired arch from his crotch -Thump-.
	“Planning a few action shots?” Boss asked. 
	“A couple, don't think many could sympathize with someone this depraved. 
	“A couple of them still liven up the flow.” 
	“Right, right,” Lens responded as he clapped his thighs onto my ass. 
	The fact that this would be shown online hadn't quite processed, and I didn't divert much of my mental capacity to it, at this point, I thought it would just have me faint. 
	-Twthwp- One smack, and then he let me slope own, without any support, I tumbled onto the floor, panting, ass piled high into the air, pucker bending and clenching together, only managing to twitch. 
	Lens whistled, a hand clapping at his lap as he presented his rigid mast. 
	Shirt still over me, I fumbled over the ground, crawling up on all fours, and sought his lap, instinctively moving my lips over his tip, swirling my tongue over it, huffing softly. The union of lips and sweat soaked cock ingrained into my nature. 
	Lens's scoffed, his lips curling into a wicker countenance of malice. I felt a thigh move. He lifted it around my neck, then raised up the other to cross it. It formed a crab claw that pinched around my head, tugging me inwards. 
	-Chhrlslpsths- My lips crackled with smearing spit soaking his mast, his legs cramming me down the cock, shoving it deeper, and deeper down my mouth. I felt it throb at the precipice of my neck, his movement slow and deliberate, and he wasn't stopping even as the mast went beyond, and porked down my neck. I wriggled my head, attempting to get comfortable despite the congested sensation of his erection gagging me. The dick pried deeper down my neck, till my nose brushed up against his crotch, and my chin bumped against his sack… he continued. -Ssqqth- I squeezed against him, nostrils partially smothered by the brine stained scrotum, and my neck corked by his cock. I wheezed in a breath through my nostril, quivering, to which Lens cooed, feeling my mouth jostle his member. 
	“Mind if we use him?” 
	“Go ahead.” Lens Approved the Twins, who I could hear chuckle and reach down to grope my ass, brandishing their cocks against my cheeks. 
	I felt the stiff flesh brush against my skin, then pressured and slotting inside me. My rear barely given the chance to adjust from my time on Lens, leaving it wide open and spacious for them to abuse. 
	They were, comparably gentle. The thrusts felt familiar to that of Right-Cheek's; smooth and held back from going all out at once… sensing my butthole broadened and -Smmsthch- smack around him send tingles through my sphincter. Though… my breath was, running out again. Lens didn't thrust, didn't move, didn't shift, only clutched his thighs around my head to squash me into his crotch. I gagged, hawked around his dick, and held up a finger to tap his thigh. 
	Lens was busy filming them, the only motions I sensed from him was the pulse of down my throat, bending my neck to a swaying bulge. The mast ground against my throat punishing my gag reflex. Despite my stomach feeling empty, my neck bent and engorged with bile. 
	-Ghrpllababg- I heaved out a lackluster belch of puke, it stung my lips and in its grimy, sloppy texture, most of the load caught in washing over his crotch, the remaining clinging to the shirt's fabric. Barf collected in the sack tied around my head, and taunting me with the potently sour odour that crumpled my olfactory senses like an accordion. 
	“Bprhaa, pahgha,” I coughed over his cock, dry heaving out the little air I had left. Behind me I felt the twins swap, another dick delving into my ass for a spelunking trip, this one… was… softer than the one before. More deliberate, humps smoothly plowing through my cheeks, gentle and gradual. It hit me that… the first one, the one I felt calm, been Left-Cheek? Had I my ass grown so numb I couldn't distinguish between the one lacking inhibition in their thrusts and the one savouring each thrust? The thought pumped and drummed through my mind, oxygen was running low. I struggled, heaved, tapping to get Lens's attention… which I did.
	-Chhrlth- He wrapped his legs around me tighter, “You want more, fag?” he asked whilst crushing my nose into the fuming musk of his perspiration soaked ball sack. 
	I felt my other nostril smothered, locked in with the last gasp of whey tainted air clogging my mind, siphoning through my lungs and warping my thoughts to jelly. My lower body rattled at the thrusts, as more Beasters coming up and smacking me with… palms, cocks, dropping their balls on my back and painting me with their scrotum sweat. Though my head was pinned taut. My cranium disassociated from my body. 
	“Bhrsslaaoockh,”I heaved again, though smashed so tight to the cock, the dick filling up my neck, that most of it stayed in my gullet, warping it out to a bloated hump underneath the bundle of the cock, -Shwhllagths- and then draining right back down my oesophagus, choking on my own vomit and beast dick. But as it travelled down the throat, it felt as if it left me entirely. I only experienced what was happening to my lower end, I was just the head, fading away, the rest of me would still function, still take dick, still have a smackable ass and cock to abuse to their liking. But it was not me, it was detached. Every sensation below my neck… was just wrapped up in a trash bag… muting me from struggling against their advances; the head peeking out of the top of the sack. I knew they were going to throw me out after this… Somewhere, back there… I felt my heart leaping in my chest. At least that part of me was ecstatic for it, maybe I was too… maybe I wanted nothing more but let these Beasters fill me up, all day… My rapid tapping petered down, as my finger grew limp, and slumped off of Lens’s thigh. I nursed the bubble of breath jammed down my throat, as it siphoned out through the interspace of nostril and skin.