The John II

Before Salao, showers had always been an insignificant part of Jack’s routine, but under the elephant’s ownership, they were a godsend.

He stood beneath the water’s downpour that was cranked to a temperature so high that any hotter and it might have started to burn. His soaked skin was turning just the slightest hue of red as rivulets of water raced over his muscled form. With both hands lathered in soap, he idly groped his body with his eyes closed as he just basked in the humbling sensation of warmth, gentle fragrance, and the long distant feeling of being clean.

It was never that Salao had forbidden him from washing, the dominant male would never be so abjectly cruel, but any time alone with the elephant succumbing to his carnal whims always left Jack feeling filthy to his very core. Whether it was spending the day beneath Salao’s desk as the elephant worked from home or “taking care” of his boots and feet after a long day on the job, everything revolved around his Master and fulfilling any desire he had. Even on an average day, Salao would find ways to invade and conquer the human male that he had never dreamed were possible, and when the elephant was in a particularly imaginative mood… the experience was unfathomable, so much so that even water and soap alone could not scrub it clean.

Fingers dripping in soap suds reached up to brush over the thick chain of polished steel weighed around his neck, tracing along the length to the padlock that bound each end together. Even in the few solitary moments had had, Jack’s mind always seemed to reel back to Salao. Ever since he had surrendered himself to his Master as that same was forever locked together, it was no longer just his day-to-day routine but his very heart, soul, and mind consumed by him. Master Salao had become the centre of his existence, his sole reason for being…

Jack reached once more for the shower gel and helped himself to another handful of body soap, repeating the same lather and grope he had done five times already now. He had no idea when he had first turned the shower on or gotten in, but as he kept drifting into memories and descending into an instinct to be clean, he realised it could easily have been hours.

He might have considered composing himself and calling it after he had rinsed off a sixth layer of soapy foam, but he heard something that made him freeze amidst the shower’s hot spray. Despite the noise of pelting water surrounding him, Jack’s other senses had become attuned to living in a house with Salao. Deep down with cynical bemusement, he knew it was because of his hyperawareness around his Master. Perhaps the many times he had spent blindfolded and gagged at Salao’s mercy had refined this perception, but regardless of how or why he had them, they were telling him there and then that the elephant was home.

It was midweek, so with Salao’s schedule memorised in his head Jack knew that the elephant had left work early for his session with a personal trainer. It was one of the few times they didn’t work out together, but while Salao was committed to transforming himself into a hulking powerhouse, his Master was more interested in keeping Jack’s body to an exact specification. Strong enough to take, but soft enough to break, as Salao had described it…

While there was no strict routine for when Salao came home, it had become an expectation of Jack to be there waiting for when the elephant got right through the door. His first service was usually, beyond the breadth of many others, to let his Master relieve himself down his throat, something which was burned into his mind from his last punishment at Salaos’ hands. By losing track of time showering, he’d made the same, foolish mistake…

He could feel his pulse thundering in his ears, his chest threatening to explode from the force of his heart’s pounding, as he stood there stock still under the shower’s flow. Listening as best he could over his own heartbeat, he strained to track Salao through the house. If the elephant had called out, he hadn’t heard it, but the sound of heavy footfall making its way through the apartment was certainly unmistakable. They became louder, as well they would if Salao was making his way towards their bedroom… towards the ensuite… towards him.

The bedroom opened and then closed. Footsteps slowed as they casually crossed the room, stopping just shy of the last door that stood between them. Jack’s stare fixated on the door’s handle, ignoring the discomfort of straining to watch from the corner of his eye while he refused to turn his head. He didn’t dare move as he watched the handle turn slowly, almost as if Salao knew that he was toying with his slave by stoking the tension, and Jack’s chest no longer felt like it might burst as instead it closed in on him. The shift from anxiety to resignation was palpable as the door opened to inevitably reveal Salao on the other side.

The elephant stooped to enter the bathroom, giving Jack a solid look at his Master before he darted his eyes back towards the marbled beige tiles of the walk-in shower. As an African elephant, Salao was blessed with the genetics of his forebears as a gigantic beast. Every bulked inch of him just screamed strength and power, regardless of whether he was dressed in a suit for work, his workout gear as he was now, or his favourite leather outfit for date nights.

He had only allowed himself a glimpse of Salao as the elephant entered, so the brief sight of the man’s unreadable face told Jack nothing about his Master’s state of mind. He listened then instead as the elephant stalked through the bathroom, noting the soft rustle of clothes being removed and left where they fell as the remaining distance between them - short as it already was - closed. Jack fought back the urge to tremble in anticipation or apprehension as the sound was without a doubt now behind him, and he could feel the looming presence of the elephant encroaching over him. 

“Mind if I join you?” Salao finally said, breaking the quiet as footsteps closed up behind Jack, “You know how I get after a good sesh.”

It wasn’t a request, the question was just a polite formality and maybe just a leftover of life before the chain collar around Jack’s neck, so he just nodded as he continued to face forward. He felt Salao’s size press up behind him, the light suddenly blotted out as the elephant towered above him, and the capacity to hold back his shivering was eroded away. Even under the hottest water, the mere presence of his Master was enough to send his body into a fevered frenzy.

“It’s a shame really,” Salao remarked, one arm reaching over the human male to take the bottle of soap from his limp grasp, “I would have had you bathe me clean with your tongue.” Jack inwardly chided himself, closing his eyes as he realised that this could only mean he had incurred a debt that would need to be repaid. If not now, then later, and at whatever price his Master deemed fit… “Still, sharing a shower is what loving couples do, isn’t it?” His voice had a slight tone of mischievousness, but it only belied the fact that Salao was in one of his more creative moods. There was more to this than just a simple romantic gesture.

“Yes sir. It is.”

“Finally, it speaks,” Salao chuckled, punctuated by the sound of the bottle cap being popped, “Showers are supposed to be relaxing, you know? You shouldn’t be so tense, John.”

Soapy hands suddenly embraced Jack, one snaking its way around his waist while the other slithered up his stomach toward his chest. They were immediately possessive and made no effort to hide it as Salao washed his human, rubbing his hands in slow, methodical circles across his body. While Jack knew that this was just a guise for Salao’s ulterior motives, at that moment he felt himself melt under the elephant’s touch. He couldn’t help it, the man just had some ungodly hold over him that made him powerless and completely under his control. From the most innocent of moments like the shower they shared to more brutal scenes like an hour’s flogging, Salao could always instill a frightening sense of deep intimacy no matter what. 

“That’s it, you’re safe with me. You’ll always be mine.”

Jack leaned back into the heavy and hairy mass of the elephant as his body finally let go of the apprehension he’d been clutching since Salao had come home. His arms fell to his sides and he even reached back to hold his Master’s body as he pressed even further into him, savouring the warming embrace of another washing over his skin. He didn’t resist as he felt Salao’s trunk work its way across his shoulder and along the chain that bound them together, though his eyes snapped back open as it started to coil more insistently around his neck. It didn’t tighten as if to choke him, but Jack could feel the force Salao was preparing behind it that set him on edge.

His suspicion was right, of course, as those soapy hands finally found their way to his lower extremities. With one paw cupping the steel cage around his crotch, the other slid between his buttocks with fingers working deeper down. In seconds, Salao had both snared his tender balls like a vice between his digits, all while he greedily dug toward the human’s vulnerable hole. Instinctively he felt his body go rigid as discomfort snagged within him, but Salao’s trunk was already perfectly placed to keep Jack from trying to deny his Master.

“Stop.”

Immediately Jack desisted, forcing himself to go lax once more in the elephant’s grasp, and with his jaw clenched he pushed down any resurfacing impulses to pull away as Salao’s fingers probed into his ass. The soap was not intended to clean Jack, he guessed, as the slippery suds made the elephant’s entry much easier than just water alone. He was pushed immediately to his limit, though, with three fingers remorselessly forcing their way inside. But being Salao’s slave meant he was all too familiar with getting stretched to the point of breaking, and so quickly he adjusted to the size. After all, he knew in the back of his mind that he would only be opened up further than just the elephant’s fingers.

He was held there within Salao’s trap with one hand keeping him obedient with a firm hold on his balls and a trunk snug against his neck, all while the elephant loosened him up from behind. Three fingers became four as that hand worked its way into his hole, and Jack submitted himself to it all with little choice else as breathy moans and grunts began to churn out of him. He was barely aware of the sensation of water streaking over them both as his attention honed in on Salao, eventually becoming very aware of the male’s erection sliding up between his legs. Still only half-soft and emerging from its slumber, Salao’s cock was as thick as his own limbs and practically just as long, but above all it was much larger than the elephant’s hand.

So when those fingers retreated from his stretched hole only to then be replaced by the blunt head of Salao’s member, Jack wasn’t exactly surprised, but he was caught in the throes of his own anticipation. With a strangled groan, he clawed at his Master’s body as fight or flight overcame him for that brief moment when Salao pushed inward and that cock impaled his ass.

Salao didn’t scold him for the meagre resistance, likely because he knew how Jack suffered under initial penetration. Seconds bled together as the elephant forced his way inside the human, taking his sweet time with making Jack take him. But the leisurely pace wasn’t a mercy, Jack knew, as there wasn’t a single moment throughout where Salao paused or slowed. It was to take sadistic appreciation for the torment it caused his slave, and though Jack did his best to bite back his distress it still bubbled to the surface. Pitifully he writhed and weakly protested as his Master entered him, every inch and foot grinding into his hole and stretching him open until, finally, he felt his ass go flush against the elephant’s abdomen. There was the scratch of pubic hair against his skin, the heat of the elephant’s bigger sack resting against his own, and chiseled thighs and a muscled gut encompassing him from all sides.

“I said showers were relaxing, didn’t I?” Salao hissed with lustful glee, hot breath searing at Jack’s ear, “Maybe I should rephrase: showers are supposed to be relieving. At least for a John like you…”

For a split second, Jack couldn’t quite piece together the meaning, but as he felt a sudden rush of intense heat punch into his guts he grimly understood. Though he tried to cry out and put words to thought, all that escaped him was a desperate grimacing moan. He could do nothing else but surrender to Salao as the male emptied his bladder into his own bowels, resigned to the discomforting alien sensation and held captive throughout. The hot piss quickly filled the void it could before it was forced to find space elsewhere, backing up through the human’s internal anatomy with Salao’s flood never once stopping. Given the difference in size between them and with memories of past experiences, Jack knew that the elephant’s bladder capacity exceeded the human’s body. Whether it was his stomach, his colon, or even his own bladder… Salao could fill him twice over and still have enough to mark his property. So as Jack felt that his insides might rupture from the amassing ocean that Salao continued to replenish with piss, he mewled at the sight of his belly starting to bloat from the sheer size. 

While the elephant had to finish at some point, it seemed to take forever for him to do so, and when he was Jack felt as if he were pregnant with his Master’s piss. He figured, or at least hoped, that that would have been the end of the ordeal given what he’d endured already. He half expected Salao to pull his cock free and watch as Jack evacuated all that piss from his gaping ass, perhaps he’d even make the human suck him off for good measure to “clean” his dick in keeping with the shower analogy he’d made. 

But as Salao pulled back just a little only to then push right back forwards, Jack knew this wasn’t going to be the case. 

“That’s one load down,” Salao remarked, not particularly for Jack’s consideration but as a Master speaking frankly with his slave, “now you keep that in you while I relieve myself of the other.”

He began to fuck Jack, very slowly at first with slow, short thrusts, as he eased the human open around him and let him adapt to the motions. Though his trunk let go of Jack’s nape, momentarily letting the male fall forward as he clasped at the wet tiles for some kind of purchase, he swiftly grabbed at his wrists instead to pull him back. Bent over and getting bounced on the elephant’s crotch and with arms locked into position by Salao’s iron hold, Jack couldn’t stop the man as he built up speed and intensity. 

It would have been challenging enough to get fucked within seconds of being fingered, but the swimming, swirling mass of piss inside him added a new layer to the whole experience. The surging cock driving in and out of him was like a piston, churning up the dammed urine within him and making Jack sweat as his bowels gurgled and complained from the sensation. He grunted and scrunched his face in pained agony as his body’s reflexes insisted that he push back against the giant member pumping into him. With exceptional difficulty, he strained hard and felt his hole spread outwards against Salao’s cock, hearing the torrents of piss burst from his full ass with wet farts and splutters. 

“You fucking dirty slut,” Salao sneered as he continued to fuck Jack without any consideration for slowing down, “didn’t I tell you to hold that piss in?”

He had, of course, and Jack knew that this was yet another mistake he’d have to make amends for later, but his body refused to let go of its instincts as it tried to force more piss back out of his hole. Salao, at least for the time being, didn’t stop him from doing so, as he snarled and huffed towards an orgasm. He rutted the human regardless of the piss drenching both their legs, oblivious to the stench that suffused the shower stall and shrouded them.

“Now… fucking… take it!” Salao bellowed as he hilted and drew the human’s arms back. Impaled so deeply onto the elephant’s crotch, Jack howled in chorus with his Master’s roar as he felt that cock pulse and harden. It was almost lost in the sea of piss already inside him, but he was faintly aware of something jetting him with force into his guts, the many streaks of cum adding to the depraved concoction that was brewing inside him. He remained pinned there as Salao took his time finishing off every last drop of his climax, with Jack taking the small reprieve where his thoughts could only think about how full and filthy he now felt and how he’d need yet another shower…

Only that wasn’t all the elephant was up to, it transpired, as Jack shuddered weakly when Salao pulled out. He willed himself to keep his hole clenched shut, but he was startled when something hard and artificial took advantage of his stretched ass. He cried out in a mixture of surprise and pain as Salao forced something else into him, and only when he felt his hole spread over the widest point before suckling at its neck did he realise it was a butt plug.

“You’re going to keep that until tonight,” Salao calmly said as he rinsed himself off and stepped out of the shower, leaving the human struggling to stand and clutching at his bloated piss and cum filled belly, “it should remind you to follow orders, John.”