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ihonestlycanttellyou · 1 year ago

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Punishing the Headteacher (Gone wrong) (Gone sexual)

TW/Tags: power imbalance, crossdressing (forced), prostitution, voyeurism, blackmail

Summary: Leighton is one of Astral Dream's most consistent clients. But he finds out that the Headteacher's been naughty. He has to punish him... and were does his dogboy fit in.

words: 2950

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Eighty dollars for half an hour wasn’t too bad. Though lately, Leighton’s type had been a bit illuminating. He fucked into his daintier classmate and took a glance back at Leighton. The man was enthralled. Well he might as well get some entertainment out of this.

“You’re so pretty.” His classmates' green eyes flicked to his in confusion. Leighton wasn’t paying extra for dirty talk tonight. He leaned down and whispered into his ear,

“Play along for me, I’ll give you half my cut.” He disguised his nod with a kiss. He heard Leighton gasp behind him. When they parted from their kiss he carefully weaved his fingers into his partner’s black hair.

“You're so lovely, I could keep you under me forever.” He heard Leighton moan out his orgasm. It coincided with his time running out so he pulled out. Leighton tried to act collected as he handed over their pay,

“Good job tonight you two. You’re really shaping up to be professionals.” Leighton held their pay out. They counted quickly, he gave up the extra share. His partner was disinterested in continuing the interaction once he got his pay and walked out with a noncommittal thanks. Now that the two were alone he smirked down at the headteacher.

“Of course, with such a lovely partner performing is easy.” And for good measure he kissed the back of Leighton’s hand, the blush on his face lingered in his mind as he walked out. He licked his lips, if he played his cards right he would have such a delicious meal. Outside the room he got back to work, dancing and accepting patrons. But in his mind he plotted.

By the time Monday rolled around he was actually excited for school for once. During a lull in his english class, he snuck over to the headmaster's office. But Leighton wasn’t there, there was however, a muscular dog man lazing on a chaise. He didn’t move when he addressed him.

“Leighton’s not here lad.” He paused and sniffed the air. He heard a quiet growl. He almost couldn’t believe he’d found someone possessive over that sod. He repressed a smirk and came up with a lie.

“Oh there was an emergency in the lab and Professor Sirris sent me to look for him.”

“Hmph, if it’s that urgent he’s in the gym. But there should be an emergency kit in the back of the classroom.” The dog man didn’t seem concerned by the potential emergency.

“Ok thank you, by the way what should I call you?” His question was met with a glare. But he did finally answer.

“Sir Maximus.” And with that he flopped over to presumably nap. Another chess piece joined the game then, but for now he focused on sneaking to the gym.

It was usually empty since the athletics budget had been embezzled by the former physical education teacher. There was no reason for Leighton to be there, unless he was doing more of his weird photoshoots.

He peeked through the gym door window but to his surprise Leighton was in there alone. He was holding a broom decorated to kind of look like a person and dancing with it. Which was both weird and pathetic, but not incriminating. He watched a bit longer and realized Leighton was pretending to be the follower in the dance.

The graceless spins and tripping over his own feet almost made him laugh out loud. When Leighton accidentally dropped his ‘partner’ he decided to head back to class. He'd been gone long enough that he definitely had a detention by now. And sure enough Doren gave him one. At least he'd made it back in time for lunch.

This slop was infinitely better than Bailey's abysmal cooking. He shoved it down quickly and then went to sit on the stump in the yard. He wondered just how he could use his new information to tease Leighton.

Maybe if he could get another private show with him he'd be able to tease him into dancing. It kind of made him want to follow him home to see what other secrets the headteacher had, but that Sir Maximus would probably sniff him out with ease. Suddenly his partner from the brothel came up to him, his eyes were red and swollen, he'd obviously been crying.

“I need your help, please I'll pay you.” The guy was so fragile looking he couldn’t deny his request even if it had been for free.

“Sure, there's a shed over there we can talk in private.” Grateful, he nodded and followed him.

“What's the matter buddy?” That question was like releasing a dam, he looked so relieved to be heard out.

“It's Leighton. He's been blackmailing me… he had pictures of me stripping and he said if I didn't want to be exposed I had to do private photoshoots for him, but his requests keep getting more and more extreme.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well it started with naked shoots, but it wasn't so different from his quote on quote inspections so it was whatever. Then he started forcing me to crossdress for him. Still weird but some clients are kinkier than others so not too bad either but now he's…” He paused, his voice catching in his throat. He placed an arm on his shoulder to encourage him.

“Now he wants me to fuck his pet dog boy! And I can't, I refuse it's too disgusting! But if I don't he'll expose me and I'll never be able to get a better job.” He sounded hopeless and even his heart was moved. Worse because one could recover socially from being exposed as a stripper, but Leighton's depraved films would be even worse for someone's reputation if they got out.

“I'll help you, what do you suggest?”

“I don't know, I just want him to leave me alone. You're under Briar’s protection, so I don't think he would dare threaten you so maybe you could convince him to leave me alone? He told me to meet him tonight at 10 in the usual room but I can't do it anymore. I won't.”

“Don't worry I'll think of something. You want to stop stripping?”

“I wish but I've got to pay Bailey, same as you.” Oh, he hadn't recognized him from the orphanage, but the added kinship made him even more protective.

“Damn, I wish I could help with that, but I'll definitely get Leighton to leave you alone. So don't worry anymore.” He felt himself get tackled into a hug.

“Oh thank you, thank you, whatever I make extra I'll give to you.”

“No, don't worry about it. Us orphans gotta stick together.” He felt cool saying it but had no idea how to make it come true. The two parted and he felt the true weight of his words sink in. In history class he pretended to pay attention while he thought up a solution. He matched facts to conjecture.

Leighton was an old bastard, who still used old school cameras so he probably had no idea what cloud saving was. His car had been repo’d and his clothes were frayed, so he probably spends what little money he makes getting his rocks off.

Ergo, he probably wasn't the type to invest in technology either. Would he be so brazen as to keep his files on his computer and physical copies in his office? He'd have to delete everything. The cops wouldn't help and it'd only serve to spread his collection.

And it seemed like he was living vicariously through his classmate. He smiled, he would feast and knock the headteacher down a few pegs. He went to his detention and used the opportunity to then hide in the school. Around 5:30 he didn't hear anyone else around, so he crept back to Leighton's office and broke in with ease.

He searched the desk, picking open any lock boxes that he found. Eventually he hit the jackpot and started finding Leighton's stash. It was an absurd amount of pictures. He even found his own pictures from the inspections. He piled everything together and made a list of the students he found currently being blackmailed. Then he turned his attention to Leighton's computer. Instead of going through the trouble of finding the password he just took out the hard drive.

Hopefully this would be enough to ruin Leighton's little blackmail operation. He took one of the secret passageways out of the school and found a nice spot to burn all the photos. He made sure there was nothing but ash left. Then he beat the hard drive into pieces with a concrete block. Once it was smashed into pieces he tied them to the slab and tossed it into the sewer. Now no one would be able to access Leighton's files.

He exited the sewers near the shopping center. Hopefully the smell wouldn't cling to him. He rushed to the clothing shop. With an hour left before closing he rushed to find what he was looking for.

He was pleased to find a pink and blue cheerleader set that would fit Leighton and grabbed some thigh highs for good measure. On his way to the register he grabbed a thong.

As always the shopkeeper was discreet, he paid and went on his way. He'd need to head straight to the brothel if he wanted to make it to the meetup on time. No one messed with him on his way to the brothel, the perks of being infamous for being one of Briar’s playthings.

He was right on time and walked into the reserved room with all the confidence in the world. Sir Maximus was sitting next to Leighton on the provided couch. Instantly the smile on Leighton’s face turned into a frown.

“What are you doing here?” He ignored the question and walked over to them.

“Good to see you again Sir Maximus.” The dog man grunted at him. He handed Leighton the bag.

“Headteacher~ I heard you’ve been naughty.” His teasing tone gave no indication of the punishment Leighton had to look forward to.

“What are you talking about? Where’s-”

“Why are you worried about him when I'm standing right here? Be a good boy and put your presents on.” He admonished, wagging his finger for added effect.

“Is this supposed to be some sort of joke. I'm-” He interrupted again,

“Putting on those clothes unless you want Briar to hear about you shorting us.” He didn't think it was possible for Leighton's face to get any paler. He brought down the hammer,

“I mean did you seriously think you'd get to use Briar’s property without paying up?” He could see the fear growing on Leighton's face, but in the back of his eye he saw Maximus looked about ready to pounce. He'd need to work quickly.

“But I haven't shorted you at all! Please!” The mere threat of Briar's rage has completely destroyed his confident facade, pathetic.

“Not me personally, but all of us here belong to Briar. You can't have been audacious enough to think you'd never get caught. You're lucky I caught you instead of Briar. Entertain me tonight and I'll let you off the hook.” With trembling hands Leighton reached into the bag. Before he pulled anything out he spoke to Maximus.

“Ooh turn around dear, I think you'll like the surprise.” He was glared at, but Maximus did asquience. He focused his attention on Leighton who gasped once he saw what was in the bag.

Before Leighton could protest he slid up next to him and started helping him strip. He wasn't the ugliest client, but his age definitely showed. Once Leighton was nude he supervised him getting dressed. Honestly the clothes were wasted on him.

The thong fit well enough and it seemed Leighton's biweekly shave had lined up perfectly this week. Then he quickly slid the skirt on. He quickly adjusted it for Leighton and pulled the strings off the thong up so they were visible on his waist. Leighton's eyes were almost glassy and he opened his mouth to say something but shut it. Then the cropped cheer shirt. And the piece de resistance, the thigh highs. He admired his completed project. For a middle aged man, Leighton didn't have much body hair.

But in the end, he was just an old pervert in a cheerleading outfit. As they say you can't put lipstick on a pig. Leighton shifted uncomfortably, hopefully the karma wasn't lost on him.

“Alright Maxxie, take a look at your present.” He turned and his eyes widened upon seeing Leighton. Though he didn't say anything, his tail started wagging quickly. One man's middle aged pervert was evidently a dog man's fantasy. He hadn't even protested the nickname.

“Alright Leighton, you were gonna have him fuck tonight right? Show him how badly you want it.”

“What? I wasn't going to fuck him.”

“Can't you see how badly he wants you?” He slapped his ass and Max growled possessively. Leighton genuinely looked shocked to hear it.

“You want me? But I'm-” Now it was Maximus’ turn to interrupt Leighton.

“How long have we been together? Of course I want you! I could have any owner I want, I choose you.” Leighton practically leaped into Maximus’ arms. He tried to keep his face neutral. He hadn't expected Leighton to be this starved for affection… he was such a freak. Would it even be a punishment at this point? Max's hands both found an ass cheek to fondle. Well even the best laid plans failed sometimes. He might as well get a meal out of this.

He sandwiched Leighton in, rubbing his crotch against that flat ass. Max growled and moved Leighton away.

“He's mine, I'm not one for sharing.” His jaw actually dropped this time,

“C'mon let me have a piece of him, his ass is all yours. I just want some head.”

“Hmph, I'll let you have him this last time, after this no one else can touch him. The only scent on you will be mine.” He addressed the last sentence to Leighton and then started tongue kissing him. Left out again he took the opportunity to strip. Well maybe the Leighton problem would resolve itself.

When the two finally parted from the kiss a string of saliva connected them. Leighton was practically cross-eyed, he looked the most euphoric he'd ever seen him. He was surprised by Maximus handing him over.

“Prepare him for me, harlot.” The casual vitriol was seriously a boner killer. With a sign he led Leighton to the couch and grabbed a random bottle of lube out the supply pile. He bent him over and pulled down the thong. Leighton was usually pliant, but today he was on a whole nother level.

He pressed in easily and started fingering in the lube. Though he was aching for it, Leighton never bottomed at the brothel. To be fair getting some dick was as easy as breathing in this town. Ah, but looks were deceiving, pressing his fingers into Leighton's pink little star was like rubbing up against an oiled up cowgirl. Now he wished he'd pushed harder to get a piece of him.

“You could make money with this ass.” Briar buried his head in his arms.

“Ooh, wha? I'm not paying for this so don't lie to me.” But the compliment did get Leighton to start grinding back against his fingers. He glanced back at Maximus to see if he might be able to get away with taking a turn, but his eyes were locked onto Leighton. Disappointed, he decided to at least enjoy the feeling on his fingers. He still couldn't believe that Leighton could enthrall anyone, nevertheless when Leighton was ready he was unceremoniously shoved out of the way.

Maximus didn't even acknowledge him as he lubed up his impressive dick and got ready to penetrate Leighton, who was still hiding his face. He smirked and moved up front to tease him.

“Your precious pet is going to ravage you now. Are you ready?”

“Shut up. Think I won't punish you for this? I'll have you bent over my lap for a month.” It seemed Leighton was back to his posturing. But before he could respond Max cut in,

“Thinking about being with another man while I'm behind you? I'll make sure to fuck the thought out of your mind!” And in one brutal thrust Maximus was hilted in Leighton. Like a true slut, Leighton moaned enthusiastically from the penetration. Spurred by it, Maximus started thrusting. It was kind of like watching genuinely amateur porn.

For every thrust there was a corresponding moan, grunt, or scream. The squelch of the lube, their musk coalescing. He panted, his senses were being overwhelmed. He wasn’t getting paid to fake interest, so why was his dick hard.

“Yeah, you like that baby?” He felt droplets of sweat splash onto his face.

“Oh yeah! Fuck my ass!” He couldn’t take his eyes off of the site. Doggystyle was so passé, but watching Leighton getting bounced on his companion’s dick was unlike any coupling he’d ever seen before. The passion between the two; the joy in Leighton’s eyes, the satisfaction in Maximus’ his dick throbbed in his pants.

A familiar feeling passed through him… an orgasm. Bliss shot through his body, he’d never been fed just from watching. With one last thrust Maximus shoved his knot in, Leighton squealed out a moan and came on his stomach. As Maximus bent Leighton around to make out with him, he left the room.

Too late he remembered that Maximus had promised him Leighton’s mouth.

#Cheerleader Leighton... my bby ♡♡♡#i lobe him #@ dol devs let Leighton bottom #Babygirl Leighton ♡

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ihonestlycanttellyou · 1 year ago

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Remy Free Use

Cw/tags: free use, dog boys, centaurs, pig boy, degradation, minor mindbreak

Words: 3355

AO3: will be posted later today... It's 2 am rn lel

Remy was brushing Hot to Trot. His precious stallion had just won best in show effortlessly.

“Thanks for the apples boss. I’m glad to have pleased you.”

“You’re always such a good boy for me.” He brushed happily while he praised him. His eyes caught on a certain part of his centaur's anatomy. While he was distracted the brush slipped out of his hand. It dropped into a giant hole in the stable wall. He tsked. Hadn’t he told Charlie to fix it ages ago… docked wages for everyone then. He reached in to get it. It had landed farther than he’d expected.

He got on his tippy toes to try and reach it and finally managed to grab it. But lost his balance and couldn’t get back out. He tried his best but his feet couldn’t reach the ground.

“Uh, little help here.” He felt a pair of hands on his ass. They rubbed all over him trying to get a good grip, but it just felt like he was being groped.

“Of course boss… Um it's just… I can’t get a good grip on your hips.”

“Just use my pants then! Hurry up before someone notices!”

“Yes sir!” With one ineffectual yank his pants were ripped off him.

“…Whoops.”

“Damn it! What if someone sees me like this!”

“Oh uh… I know!” He felt his boots get yanked off and the rest of his visible clothes getting stripped off.

“I’ll hide your clothes that way if someone comes before I free you they’ll think you’re a cow.”

“Why would a cow be in the stables?” He felt Hot-to-Trot spread his cheeks.

“To get some dick?” He offered unhelpfully.

“Besides we both know how you were really gonna reward me.” That… was a fair point, and the leftovers from an earlier liaison dripped out.

“See you’re already lubed… c’mon please?” He felt that wondrous shaft rub against him and his hesitation melted away.

“Fine but make it quick. I don’t need anyone getting ideas…” The novelty of getting fucked in such a position intrigued him, though he wondered how Hot to Trot would ge the necessary mobility.

He didn’t have to wonder for too long. He hilted in one thrust. He covered his mouth to muffle any sounds, though the thrusts were disappointingly shallow he couldn’t risk being recognized.

It wasn’t the kind of sex he was used to, and he found he was more sensitive to it. He wished the breeding bench was more private, it was more comfortable. He bit back a moan as Hot to Trot really started to get into it.

“Oi is that the boss I hear? Can I go next plea- oh! Is this a gift for us?”

“Feck off! I’m the one who won the competition.”He recognized the centaur and knew that his dick was sublime. Maybe another round wouldn’t hurt.

“Uf, ah it’s fine. After Hot to Trot finishes you can go next Sapphire Dream.” The second he agreed he heard a symphony of his centaurs begging for a turn.

“What about me?” Moor Fantasies. Thicker than average.

“And me?” Spotted Lightning. Curved.

“Please can I get a turn? It's been so long!” Jumping Juniper. The longest of all his centaurs. He came at the thought of taking all of them back to back. Meanwhile Hot to Trot gave his last couple thrusts before shooting inside.

“Whatever fine. All of you can get a turn, just as long as no one blows my cover.” He muttered, as he felt Sapphire Dream pushing to take Hot to Trots place. Something rubbed on his ass cheek and without any fanfare, Sapphire Dream pushed into him. As always his technique was mind melting, and he had to focus extra hard on staying quiet. No one should disturb his centaurs, but he couldn’t imagine the cover up if one of the farmhands overheard.

His toes curled as he orgasmed again. Centaur after centaur, most came inside him. Others came all over his ass and thighs. He realized they were using a marker to leave tallymarks. At least they were being discrete.

“Oi you lot? What’s all the ruckus in this pen, ‘avin a party without us?” He heard one of his dog boy overseers speaking. He couldn’t believe there were so many witnesses. He heard some laughter and compliments.

“I’d know that ass anywhere. Who's got next round?” Somebody smacked his ass, as the centaur inside him bucked harder. Hot to Trot spoke up.

“You want a go at ‘im have at it. Boss got stuck, maybe a fat knot can pull him out.”

“Shit let me gather the boys and we’ll make a competition of it. Brutus might be the only one who can actually do it tho.” While Sparky presumably left to go get backup, the centaurs kept fucking him. When it was finally the dogboys’ turn to have a go at him, he immediately knew the difference.

While their cocks were smaller, being bipedal afforded them more mobility. So the pleasure was still there. They were off to a great start with Shredder, whose length and skill had always been satisfactory.

“Don’t worry boss, we know how you like it so I only brought the biggest dogs. No toys here.” He heard Sparky say while a hand rubbed his ass.

“Shit your ass is skilled. All those fucking centaurs and you still feel like a dream.” Shredder moaned. His dick twitched at the compliment.

“Shame his mouth’s not available.” Whined Patches.

“We’re on a mission, remember? Whoever gets the boss out gets to be alpha for a day.” Another orgasm was wrung out of him. He took his hands off his mouth to feel at his bloated belly, with all the cum inside him he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to get out.

Shredder came inside him, and stuck his knot in with ease. Unfortunately, he popped out with one yank. His toes curled as he came once again, jeers and cheers rang out through the stable. He felt another tally mark get added. And the next contestant took a stab at it.

His boys were so well trained. Some were more enthusiastic, spanking him or planting kisses on his cheeks. But none of them were able to keep their knots in for more than a couple pulls. Finally, he sensed Brutus, the dog boy biggest in size and cock, stepping up to him. His hands spread his cheeks. Cum dripped out of his hole, and his own dripped down his thighs.

“The state of you. Boss you know I hate sloppy seconds, but I don’t think I can eat all this cum out of you. Tusk would probably love to feast on this. Heh, maybe we’ll go find him after my go.” He felt Brutus push in and closed his eyes. His thickness always made him go cross-eyed, and with his sensitivity currently maximized a moan slipped out before he quickly muffled himself. Brutus started talking him through it,

“Mmm, one day I’ll be able to fuck you in an open field. You won’t have to hide a thing. You’ll be able to take all the dick you could ever want without a care in the world. Scream as loud as you want, free as can be.” The fantasy and the physical pleasure had him cumming again. Brutus fucked him through his orgasm and he felt that knot press it’s way in. He bit his hand to keep his mouth shut.

When Brutus was finally locked in with him, he started trying to pull him out. It was actually the closest he’d gotten to being pulled out of the hole. But his stomach was too swollen with cum. His freedom no closer, he tried to contribute to his freeing, but he didn’t budge. Brutus sighed and gave up.

“Hm, I’d keep trying but I don’t want to hurt you. Guess you really are stuck huh Boss?” He felt another tally mark get added, and the two of them settled in. This was fun, but he was starting to get seriously concerned he was stuck.

“Who told you fuckers you could have an orgy in here!” He heard one of the farmhands shouting. His stomach dropped, he heard Brutus cuss under his breath.

“Listen, it’s our stable, we can do what we want. Remy told you guys treat us with respect.”

“Remy’s not here right now is he? You’ll obey me.” Who was this low level farmhand to disrespect his centaurs, he bristled with anger. He thought he could act with impunity, he’d turn the bastard.

“Why’s that fucking mutt stuck to the wall?” He heard Brutus growl.

“Get outta here or I’ll rip out your throat!” He snarled. He’d never heard Brutus sound so possessive.

“You can’t say that to me, wait till I tell the supervisor!” He couldn’t stand that whiny voice.

“Fuck the little bastards gone to tell. We gotta dash! Suck in your gut boss, sorry if it hurts.” He heard rustling in the stable as he and Brutus doubled their effort to get him out. He didn’t budge and even Brutus managed to pull his way out of his ass. Cum streamed down his legs. And he felt two pairs of hands trying to pull him out. He didn’t budge and worse he could hear the farmhands returning.

“I swear it’s true!” The farmhand must of brought back up.

“Fuck! Sorry boss! If the loser tries to get handsy we’ll rip his head off for you.” He was left hanging there. Cum slowly dripping out of him. He hoped he wasn’t completely visible. He heard Charile

“The only thing in here is a centaur Lyle. Get outta my sight I’m sick of you wasting my time.”

“But I swear I saw- ”

“Out of my sight!” The stable went silent for a minute. He heard Charlie speak a few minutes later,

“So what’s that behind you?”

“A cow wandered in, we’ve been having fun with ‘em.”

“I’ve never seen a horseshoe brand before, must be new. I’ll have a go then and Remy won’t find out.” He hadn’t even realized his tattoo patch had been peeled off. Hot to Trot had the nerve to chuckle before asquiencing,

“Go ahead.” He felt human hands spreading his ass cheeks.

“A right mess, but ass is ass.” He heard a belt getting unbuckled and pants dropping. He expected a cock plunging in, instead he was jolted by the sting of a belt.

He let out one quickly muffled yelp as Charlie started whaling on his ass and thighs. He hated being spanked, but to his dismay his dick started getting hard. Smack, smack, smack, smack… he lost track of how many. But Charlie’s strength didn’t falter. He came shamefully and tried to hide it with his thighs. Hot to Trots chuckles only deepened his embarrassment. When his ass was sore and covered with welts the spanking finally stopped.

“I can tell you’re a right little slut. Haven’t begged once to be freed. Naughty cows who sneak out their pens get punished, if you want centaur dick get it in the field ok. I don’t want to catch you sneaking in here again.” A hand rubbed at his ass cheeks before a cock finally pushed its way in.

“I dunno Charlie, seems like he liked his punishment.”

“Shit with an ass like this I’ll punish him as many times as he needs.”

“Heh, don’t let Remy catch you doling out unapproved punishments.” A hand slapped his already sore ass.

“Psh with a dick this small he’s got a long way to go till his production is high enough to matter.” For the first since his ordeal his dick got rubbed and he came immediately.

“Aw” Charlie cooed. “I could fall in love with this ass, it’s a shame Remy won’t sell. I’ll keep an eye out for you in the field, horseshoe.” A few more thrusts and Charlie pressed against his back. While he doodled on his backside Charlie muttered to himself.

“That was heavenly. I might be in love.” He heard the sound of pants being adjusted and a camera shutter.

“It’s not a problem, long as it ends up back in its pen by nightfall.” With one last smack to his ass Charlie left.

“I’m having another go. Then we’ll see about getting you out.” Hot to Trot said. He was spineless as he got fucked again. This time Hot to Trot came all over his ass. Their desires sated for the time being the two renewed their efforts to get him out. Unfortunately try as they might he was stuck fast.

Some of the centaurs and dogboys came back and tried workshopping solutions. Of course he wasn’t neglected, they kept a solid train going while they tried to come up with ideas.

“Oi we saw Charles walking with an unusual zest for life after coming in here? Oh? What have we here?” Hot to Trot was quick to speak.

“A slutty little cow. You boys want a go?”

“Hell yeah! I’m going next.” He heard camera shutters as the centaur finished inside him. Within seconds the eager farmhand was taking his centaurs place. At least he couldn’t recognize them, but he wasn’t sure how he would face his employees tomorrow. Their technique was lacking even in his overstimulated state. They laughed and degraded him as they took their turns. Hopefully they would finish quickly and he could get a few more centaurs in.

“I wonder if he could take two of us at once.” As worthless as their dicks were, he could probably take three of them if they could figure out the positioning. They spread his ass wide and laughed as they prodded at him trying to fit.

“Wait, hahaha, Niki get a good shot of this.”

“Um well see, Mr. Remy hasn’t-”

“Remy’s not here bruv. Don’t worry it’ll be for our own private collections.” A few seconds later he heard cheers and whoops, so he could infer that he was being filmed. He was going to kill them. Anyone he could trace back to this was getting turned.Though he could begrudgingly admit that the double penetration was passable.

The one on the left was rabbiting into him, while the one on the right paced his thrusts. He felt an orgasm slowly building, maybe he would train his dog boys to triple team him.

The pair actually managed to sync their orgasms. If he could speak he would have teased them. The pair pulled out abruptly and added their tally marks without any concern for his pleasure. His ruined orgasm had him gritting his teeth.

“Why don’t you have a go cameraman?”

“Oh, I’m quite alright. I just like to watch.” They booed him and started a chant.

“Fuck the slut!” He could kick them, these imbeciles were going to get even more attention.

“Alright! Fine I’ll fuck him! Happy?” The cheers had him rolling his eyes, how ripped could the bastard be? Niki never so much as got an erection at the shoots.

The whooping and wolf whistles continued. Niki pressed against his rim almost nervously. He suppressed a sigh, a dick with no confidence, how disappointing.

But when he finally pushed in he had to reconsider his assessment. Niki was on the larger side of all his human partners. He tried to hump against Niki’s dick, if Niki wouldn’t put his back into it he might as well take what he needed. Tragically he was stuck fast.

“Oh you’re desperate for it huh? Heh, just this once, I’ll participate.” Then came the first thrust, the clap of his ass resonated throughout the barn. A hand on his back kept him stable as Niki started building up strength. Drool slipped out his mouth. He might just have to turn him into a bull.

He covered his mouth to stifle any noise. Niki was really showing these louts how it was done. Of course, the peanut gallery had commentary.

“Damn they’re really getting into it!” Niki grunted at that, but his thrusts only intensified. His eyes rolled up as he finally orgasmed. He wasn’t sure if it was dry or not. The overwhelming stickiness was really the only thing he could feel down there.

“Aw look at his little dick twitch! How cute!”

“Tch, I’m missing an amazing shot, but pov shots are en vogue. Hah, your amazing darling, you were made for the camera.” Niki rubbed his thigh gently before finally hilting and cumming inside.

When he pulled out a hand spread his cheek and kept him there till some of the spend dripped out.

“Thank you darling, I think I’ve found a new muse.” A gentle hand petted his thigh before adding yet another tally mark.

After that it was a blur of nondescript dicks interspersed with dog boys and centaurs being used as entertainment. He savored those moments, along with the occasional well endowed farmhand. He wasn’t sure how long it’d been or how many. He’d long since lost count. A gruff voice broke him out of the haze.

“Har har har, oh you stupid slut!” A giant hand slapped his ass. Of course Big Tusk had finally made his appearance. He felt the greedy hog press his mouth against his rim and start eating the cum out of him.

Hopefully the pig would eat enough that he could finally get pulled out the damn hole. Honestly at this point he didn't even care if his identity got discovered.

Once Tusk decided he was full, he of course took his turn fucking him. The massive weird cock had always been a guilty pleasure for him, but overstimulated he could feel every curve inside of him. Tusk was rougher than usual and his stomach bulged with every thrust. He had one last almost painful orgasm as Tusk twitched inside of him.

The asshole laughed and left his tally mark. And then with one final slap on his ass he was left. He heard Hot to Trot speak up,

“Alright you lot that's enough innit, poor little bugger has probably had all the sense fucked out of him.” He was grateful there was finally a voice of reason. Though there were some complaints they left him alone. A few minutes later Hot to Trot spoke directly to him,

“They've gone. While the humans were passing you around I went and got an axe, so I should have you out in a bit. Just relax.” His response was more of a noise than a coherent thought. He was limp as Hot to Trot broke down the wall holding him hostage. Once he was free he was lifted gently and placed on his own two feet. Immediately his legs turned to jello and he struggled to hold himself up. Luckily, his centaur kept him standing up.

“My word you're a mess. Brutus got you some overalls, so you can be a bit more discrete leaving.” Hot to Trot was gentle while he helped him dress. His mind was still a bit fuzzy but he was starting to ground himself.

“Alright now get before anyone sees you.” With a kiss on the forehead he was sent out. He staggered out of the stable, thankfully with the presence of mind to check for anyone. With his stomach bloated and cum dripping down his leg, it would be obvious to any participant who he really was.

He was slow and meticulous making his way back to the mansion. But it wasn't too difficult, he was experienced sneaking around the farm after all.

Once he made it to his bedroom, he resisted the urge to crawl straight into bed and forced himself to his bathroom. He finally got a good look at himself in the mirror and gasped.

His lower half was practically covered in bruises and tally marks. And he was covered in so much cum it looked like he had taken a milk bath. All this would definitely clog his damn plumbing, but he couldn't help but wonder when he'd do it again.

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