Being Tied to a Log isn’t so Bad

-- by Dorian (March, 04)

 

     It was a day of normality. The sky was flush with the blue of the warm noon; the trees gleamed with a force which kept ever so far from stagnation; and the water trickled with a fresh new purity that was so loved upon creatures of the night and day. It was not so rare for digimon to be milling about, exploring, keeping things in order, or searching for probable fun. It was not so rare to see the more nefarious and kind side of these large creatures also, for they had emotion, needs... and lustful desire.

 

     Weregarurmon was never a real homosexual. Sure, he did play around; sure, he did find other males--especially himself, for he had an egotistical view at times--arousing enough to give attention to; but at the same time he had a heavy bias toward the females. His rough looks, toned muscular body, small scars here and there that shown he was not a pathetic wimp, nice rump, strong legs, and that bulge that left nothing to the imagination, usually left some females dreaming of him... of that war-torn masculine male standing over them, kissing, loving, and thrusting that defined maleness in and out again and again, bringing them over the edge countless times, and leaving both bodies sweaty with a night of endless lust--and Weregarurmon knew this.

 

     That day Weregarurmon went deep within some nameless forest, leaning against a large tree, and caressed his ego by hoping a female will come near so he can saunter and charm. But no female digimon have yet to appear nearby... and the day seemed dead. An hour passed, only an hour; Weregarurmon is not patient. Just before he was about to retreat to a new location--or maybe go on working himself out, to keep his fit form--two laughing and talking tall figures appeared out of the forest shadow.

 

     It was Leomon and Wargreymon. Both had the same form as Weregarurmon, with the simply exception that both were slightly taller, and both had more muscle--them being the more heavily muscled warriors of this world. Steel hard biceps, packed stomachs, nipple peaked chiseled pectorals, bulging shorts--with more then just strong thighs--were the sight that greeted Weregarurmon. Wargreymon was not dressed like Lemon though--Leomon wearing his usual black pants--but was only wearing a tight pair of black shorts that hugged everything fairly well.

 

     It was in short stride that these two massive males walked. Leomon, oddly enough, had his hand on Wargreymon’s ass, and clenched it as the big lizard-man walked. It seemed these two were fuck buddies today... not that this was eccentric. Weregarurmon kicked the ground as he watched two males come near, this being something he wasn’t expecting. He was about to turn and leave, before Leomon said in a deep gruff voice, “Has the male prostitute here not found some slutty customers?”

 

     Wargreymon grinned, Leomon did too. Weregarurmon simply turned around and made an angry face, as if to tell them silently to shut the hell up... since if he told it vocally, he’d have his ass kicked, then probably fucked. Weregarurmon then turned around, and began walking away again. Weregarurmon had the obvious intention of believing he was to escape--not that he felt any threat at this moment.

 

     Two hands, one from Leomon, another from Wargreymon, settled on Weregarurmon’s shoulders, then violently tugged back hard enough to make the wolf snarl, gasp in surprise, and fall into the torso of a very beefy Leomon. Before Weregarurmon could much react, a rope was fastened around his wrists--after the wrists were pulled back behind his back--and he was held snugly by two arms. Wargreymon smiled and then stepped before the dazed wolf, chest near the wolf’s snout, and a smile that seemed cocky as hell... then said, “We didn’t say you could leave, bitch.”

 

     As the lizard-man said this, Leomon ran his hand down to fondle Weregarurmon crotch, those dexterous fingers feeling around those long hanging balls, that fat shaft, and tickling the uncut head... those endowments stuffed down Weregarurmon’s pants like a cucumber and baseballs, thick and heavy. Leomon’s body, a bit damp from the sweat of a day of fucking, pressed into the wolf’s back, and kept itself known with subtle flexing of those ripped pectorals, hard massive arms, and his half erection readying to break those strong black pants right off his waist.

 

     Wargreymon leaned his snout down, still smug with a grin, and moved his fingers up to Weregarurmon’s medium sized, and hard nipples, and then gave them both a hard squeeze. Weregarurumon enjoyed some nipple play, seeing he had them, but the strength of that grip from by Wargreymon wasn’t to arousing--at first--and it made him yelp and thrusts his chest out in pain. The hand on his crotch--Leomon’s--make its presence known by more aggressively squeezing that package, and then forcing itself right down those pants to grab hard on the contents, then stroke them swiftly with plenty of fondles and stiff squeezing. Wargreymon grinned and said, as he kept tweaking and tugging those nipples painfully, “We’re going to use you for a bit.. hmm, maybe all day, if you’re fun.”

 

     Weregarurmon wasn’t far off from bursting his pants as that hand fondled and played with his goods, coupled with the painful--now growing to be oddly pleasurable--nipple play both his solid nubs were getting. He squirmed and couldn’t even say a word. He was, in other words, a slut now... he didn’t want this, but yet he was going to beg for it if it didn’t begin to take physical form

 

    With a swift movement from Leomon’s hand--after pulling out of the pants--he pulled the belt of Weregarurmon’s pants off, undone the belt going around his chest, and lets the pants drop down to his knees. An erection, near forearm length, jutted up hard, and thicker then a wrist. The head was uncut, with a heavy foreskin, and a drooling cum-slit that poured a steady stream of pre, as if his body believes he’s about to enter a hot cunt... obviously not in this case. The tight scrotum below looked to hold enough hormones, and capable enough to make enough cum, to launch this lust ridden wolf into a spur of sensual fucking, and admiration.

 

     Wargreymon licked his lips and looked at that dick. It was big--not as big as his own maleness--and impressed him enough to get a grin. Wargreymon then pulled his own shorts off and allowed his near full erection to flop free and hang heavy between his knees. He quickly stroked himself to life--with a small nipple tweak--and grinned as he watched his own erection, bigger then Weregarurmon’s by a quarter, jerk to life. He had the usual uncut head, thickness comparable to a forearm, and a vein covered length defined and arousing enough to turn anyone on just by its picture. The large sack hanging nicely was also a pretty sight.

 

     Leomon nodded to Wargreymon and said, “Tie him down on that log over there.”

 

     Leomon then tossed Weregarurmon, who was silent and simply aroused, to Wargreymon, who then quickly moved to getting the horny slut wolf down and ready for a good pounding. The wolf was tied down on the log, dick up, and ass in full view, so his dick, ass and mouth could be accessed, and the wolf could easily watch every second of his ‘rape’ from a well position.

 

     Meanwhile Leomon quickly removed his black pants, and let his erection throb freely. The lion was just as big as Wargreymon, though his sack hanged lower, and seemed to be slightly larger. The big horny lion walked over to the scene of the tied wolf. Wargreymon stood there, smiling, with a hand jerking himself off slowly, and revving him up for whatever he was to do. Leomon said, “I’m going to ride that wolf dick. You can get whatever else you want.”

 

     Wargreymon nodded and says, with a grin, and a slow jerk of Weregarurmon’s stiff dick, “I’ll break that ass in then.”

 

     First to get in place was Leomon. The giant muscle lion straddled himself directly atop of Weregarurmon, hands on chest, and eyed the big meat he was about to shove up his hole. The dick wasn’t any bigger then the one Wargreymon pounds into him daily, but it still was big... big enough to really make him groan and grunt as he began slipping on it. Using only the pre that Weregarurmon had been dripping like a leaky faucet, Leomon began sitting down. The head slipped in easily, that lion rump easily loose enough, and the majority of the shaft fitted in, snug, and stretching slightly the insides of Leomon’s rump. The pressure on Leomon’s prostate was nothing new... but it was enough to make his dick squirt a jet or pre all over Weregarurmon’s chest. Weregarurmon just watched the towering lion flex above him as he begin to ride his dick, both moaning, and Weregarurmon thrusted back into that tight warm ass as it slurped up and down on his dick faster and faster.

 

     Wargreymon was a different story, by far. He didn’t like slow penetration, especially with a big male like Weregarurmon. He just slicked his entire dick up with his own pre, and then found he hole to Weregarurmon... and with a powerful thrust, slammed his entire prick inside that tender ass till his hips smacked those cheeks. Weregarurmon yelled out, hands clenching into fists, and ass going nuts. If it wasn’t for the lion rump riding his cock like a jackhammer, he would have likely fainted. Of course the lizard-man dick inside of his ass was intense, painful, and kept a pressure on his prostate so grand he nearly shot off right there.

 

     With not a shot of warning, Wargreymon began to pump Weregarurmon’s ass in hard short strokes. The ass slamming that is usual of this aggressive horny lizard-man became apparent as the sound of his hips, spanking Weregarurmon’s ass, started to sound. Weregarurmon moaned and squirmed, his mouth open in a silent moan and gasp for air, and his eyes clenched shut, as he took one hot ass, and one massive dick. This big lust craven warrior lasted a mere five minutes with all this heavy grunting and fucking, and shot off load after load deep into Leomon’s ass.

 

     Leomon had no intention of stopping his enjoyable cock ride... even as Weregarurmon howled and moaned from his hyper-sensitive dick still being driven hard and rough--coupled with the HARD pounding his prostate was getting from the lizard-man slamming his sore rump like no tomorrow.

 

     Leomon’s hand ran down to his own dick and began jerking himself off fast, from back to tip, as he worked himself to orgasm so he could wash this wolf in his own cum. Meanwhile, Wargreymon had been riding Weregarurmon’s ass for a good fifteen minutes now, as hard as possible, with orbs slapping those stretched sore cheeks with a loud wet smack, and crawled closer and closer to orgasm. Within minutes, Lemon let out a loud cry of pleasure, and his entire muscled body rippled. That monster lion dick began spurting load after fresh load onto the poor, though horny as hell wolf before him. Weregarurmon had to close his eyes, as he got a big load of cum all over his face, and soon over his own pectorals to make him seem wet in the stuff. Wargreymon, who was trying his best to hold back, got pushed over the edge most by watching Leomon ride that big wolf dick from behind, that rump spread as wide as possible, and cum leaking all over his thighs. A loud moan issued a warning, before Wargreymon’s dick began squirting hot solid loads deep up Weregarurmon’s well ridden ass. But finally, Weregarurmon cried out... his dick exploded in Leomon’s ass again, as he went through his second orgasm, and would do so many more times--

 

     The day went on rather arousingly. Leomon and Wargreymon gave no rest to the poor lusty wolf, as they switch back and forth and kept his ass fucked, dick rode, and even stuffed his moaning snout a few times with their mammoth cocks. Even as Weregarurmon seemed exhausted beyond belief, and even asked for them to stop, faintly, they kept on, and rode that wolf like never before, giving him nipple twisters, double penetrations, blow jobs, skull fucks, and even a 69.

 

     When the evening came, the lion and lizard-man sat down, nude, near the log and breathed heavily, with cum and sweat covered bodies, as they rested. Weregarurmon was still tied to the log, soaked in cum and sweat, with an ass loose enough to take three fists if tried, a colon filled to the brim with hot spunk, a maw open with panting with a big tongue hanging out, and a dick that refused to go down. What would Leomon and Wargreymon do for the rest of the night? Why fuck Weregarurmon of course... he knew he loved it.

 

* The characters in this story are copyright Bandai, and were used not for gain in personal wealth, but for erotic artistic expression. This story is copyright Dorian.