Harem Alliance

For a few minutes, Dance just sat there, a huge cock rammed up his arse. He'd never so much as shoved a vibrator up there, even a small one, and something huge had penetrated him and was rearranging his guts. It was the most painful thing he'd ever felt, and yet, he knew he wasn't injured. Somehow, despite going in dry at first, he'd managed to take the whole thing with only his saliva as lube.

"You ready for this, butt-slut?" whispered Bight, leaning forward.

Dance swallowed hard. Whether he was ready or not didn't matter. This was happening. One way or another, this was happening.

"Deep breath..."

As he took a deep breath, he began to slide forward. Having grown accustomed to the feeling of being stretched so painfully far, the sudden cavity inside of him felt amazing. It wasn't quite a pleasure, as much as it was a lack of pain. When he'd normalised the agony of being stuffed, the sudden relaxation of his muscles was akin to floating on a cloud. It wasn't great, as he could still feel some residual pain, but it was at least a huge step up.

Then it went right back to agony as he stopped moving up, and went back down. Any relief he would have felt from being evacuated was immediately counteracted as he was once more stretched to fit around the monstrous cock of this giant minotaur.

As he came to a rest at the base of his cock, Bight's hand reached around him and started fondling his balls. "You like that, cocksocket?"

Of course, he didn't, but Dance's head just nodded. Perhaps if he said that he was starting to enjoy it, he could either convince himself that it wasn't so bad, or he'd make it less fun for them, and they'd stop pushing so hard. On the other hoof, they might see that he was starting to like it and double down to please him, which would only make things worse for him.

"Good. Feel these."

Bight brought up his own balls, juggling Dance's on top of them. All four testicles were being fondled in the same hand; the same meaty, powerful, rough hand. Dance could feel the muscles, and a sudden thought occurred to him. Bight was huge, with muscles to match. He could probably rip them off, if he wanted to, holding him in place with his other hand so that he couldn't run off, even with the coupon having worn off. It wasn't like he could run very far, anyway; he'd be in too much pain. He couldn't hide, either, as he'd leave a bloody trail behind him as he went.

"Hey."

As he felt a tug on his balls, he felt a sharp twinge of pain in his throat and hips. He'd instinctively tried to yelp and bolt, but his body had locked up.

"What're you thinking about that's caused you to go all soft in the dick and tight in the arse?"

Dance couldn't answer. He couldn't form the words, and he didn't want to plant any ideas in their heads on how to torture him more than they already were. All he could muster was a pitiful whimper.

"Oh, I see what's going on, here." Bight pushed his left arm forward, so that his bicep was right in front of Dance's face, then flexed. The muscle tone was absolutely phenomenal. "You felt my powerful, muscular physique, and now you're scared I'm going to break you. Is that it?"

He nodded sheepishly.

"Let me tell you something, bitch boy... For the rest of the night, you're going to be acting as my sex toy. We have already established this. What we haven't established is that I take very good care of my toys, yourself included. After all, if I were to rip you in half, where would the fun be? You'd be all floppy, and I'd have to pay to have the room cleaned, and blood costs a lot more than semen, I can tell you right now. Trust me, I derive far more pleasure in keeping your itty-bitty balls right where they are."

That did make him feel a little bit better, at least. A moment later, he was pushed forward again, this time making it to the floor. His front hooves, anyway. His hind end was still elevated by Bight's hands, now moved to his hips. At least part of him was on the floor, now.

"Don't worry," smiled Cleo, stepping up in front of him. "He's as gentle as can be. If he weren't, do you really think he'd ever fit into me?"

Dance shook his head, feeling a little better. Her pussy had looked tight as a drum when he'd sniffed it on the way up. She was doing fine. If that was any indication, he'd be able to recover, too.

That was a comforting thought as Bight began to thrust. He was slow, at first, but before too long, he was beginning to pick up speed. It had been several minutes, and Dance was growing more and more used to the feeling of having his arse filled. That meant that every thrust in was feeling less bad, and every pull out was feeling more good. With all of this stretching him out, he may even be able to find pleasure with a regular stallion, after this.

"Look at that," smiled Cleo, rubbing her hoof against his cheek. "You're taking his cock with the greatest of ease. Should I reward you with what's hidden between my knees?"

"Y-yes!" exclaimed Dance. "Yes, please! I would love to see it again. I'd love to feel it, too, and to taste it! Can I, please?"

Her jaw dropped, and a look of excitement grew over her face. "Well, this is a turn I wouldn't have guessed. Who am I to turn down such a fervent request?"

Placing a hoof on his shoulder, she lifted the front half of her body, moving her hips closer. However, something was different from how he remembered. Strapped onto her hips, nestled firmly between her perky tits, was a big, radon-red rubber dildo, and it was pressing at his lips. What was worse, he could feel his jaw starting to force itself open.

This was going to be a long night...