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Gerald · Posted: Tue Mar 02, 2010 11:23 pm Post subject: Fur Farm - Part 2

THE CUM KING MEETS HIS MATCH
The "collar girl" pulled the white fox collar up enough to release his cock from within the sable fur hidden pocket. She pulled the furs completely out from under his balls and the girls on his sides jammed the black pillow down between his legs and under him, completely burying his balls down and into the center fur pocket of the pillow. He withered in sexual sensation. The collar girl then said, "Well, my lover boy, what kind of fur do you think is hidden within the other end of this collar? Want to take a guess? Well, cat got your tongue, or did one of those girls bite it off? No answer from you? Well, you are not about to escape it, so get ready for the furring sensation of the nite...........hang on to your cum, cause here it goes..." She slowly slid the white fox collar down the underside of his cock, just like before. The furs enveloped his dick slowly, and he could feel another very different furring sensation on his dick. Soon, his cock was out of site, completely within the fur collar, and she stroked it through the fur, gently, just as before....! The sensation was too over powering! The silkiest, smoothest feeling he had ever felt on his dick was overtaking him. He thrust upward and even deeper into the furs, his cock now completely inside the chinchilla fur sheath. He started cumming almost immediately. He could no longer control himself. The "collar girl" helped him with the furs, insuring that his cock never left the interior of that hidden chinchilla cock sheath. Be blew his wad, the furs absorbed all of it, and he continued to hump away, the girls all kissing him, licking him, taunting him, furring him. When the chinchilla fur was completely soaked, the first hidden sable fur was once again pushed down around his dick, and he was made to "fuck the night away" until he had cum into the hidden sable. He was now completely exhausted. As he laid back on the couch, one of the girls squirted something into his mouth, forcing him to drink it. Within minutes he was out cold, sleeping soundly. They released him from his cuffs, rolled him onto a small wheeled stretcher, and took him down the hall. Tomorrow would be another day. This boy was going to learn a few more new tricks. That hormone loaded oyster stew had done a good job on him. He was tied to his bed, covered with a fox fur blanket. The mistresses would take good care of him in the morning.
WELL GOOD MORNING MR. SEX SLAVE
He awoke the next morning, strapped to a wheel chair! And a very special wheel chair it was. His arms were strapped to the sides, which were hinged to allow his arms to be spread outward. The wheel chair also had a split seat in that it was not solid from front to back, but rather was open between his legs, sort of like a padded toilet seat. His legs were spread open into a "V". He was completely naked, and totally helpless. "Good morning!", she said. "Its great to have you with us once again. You slept later longer than we expected." "Where am I? Why are you doing this to me?", he asked. "Lover boy, we need someone like to you to attend to some of our needs. We have designed a few new fur garments, and we need a ""test pilot"" to ""fly them"" for us, and you will do the job nicely. Now just relax, your in the kitchen, and breakfast is going to be served to you.", she said. He looked around. He had been pushed up against that kitchen table, and this time those fox fur muffs hanging under the table cloth were all over his legs and crotch. On the table was a large breakfast of ham and eggs, hot coffee, etc. There were three women in the kitchen, the same ones that had teased him the night before. "Here, let me serve you your coffee." the blonde said. "looks like you will be needing some help eating.....", she laughed. He was spoon fed the entire meal. Between mouth fulls, and every time he attempted to ask a question, one of the girls would kiss him on his mouth, holding the kiss, almost smothering him, until he got the idea to just eat and to say nothing. He became slightly afraid. He had never experienced anything even remotely like this before. From time to time, one of the girls would reach under the table and rub the hidden fur muffs against his cock and balls. He could hardly swallow his food. The furring he was getting made his cock hard, and the girls would tease him all the more, rubbing new, colder furs against him. He tried to back up the chair, but the wheels were locked in place. He squirmed around as best as he could, trying to avoid the furring, and this only made the situation worse. After he had been fed, they wheeled him into a special bathroom where, still strapped to the wheel chair, he relieved himself into a toilet that had been especially made for this task. Cleaned up, he was then "invited" into the Den, the same room where the girls had teased him the night before. He was rolled in into the middle of the room, and the show began. "Well, lover boy, you certainly did a good job on those furs last night. We had to have them washed twice, just to get them clean. You certainly have a lot of "juice" in your system.", the smiling red head said. "And you are very cute. I can't stand to kiss you from time to time, so be a good boy and give me plenty of tongue, OK? Lover Boy", the black haired girl said. "Why are you doing this to me? I'd like to just leave now. I would like to just continue on and I'm sorry if I interrupted something that you had planned, but I really must go...", he exclaimed. "Now don't be in such a rush. We have a nice extra long weekend planned for you, so you just simmer down and try to enjoy each of our talents. We need to practice them on someone, and you are just the guy for the job. Your nice long cock will fit into our plans very well. Now, we want to introduce you to some of our finest fur products, so just enjoy the show. Think of this place as a very fine fur salon. Let your thoughts wander, pretend you are checking out the furs so you can purchase one for your girlfriend. Just relax. You are among friends.", the blonde said. "But I will tell no one, just let me go........Please?", he said. "You are talking too much. How can you possibly enjoy the fur show if you are constantly talking? And besides, it's rude to "keep working you mouth" while someone is trying to talk to you, trying to show you something new, so on with the gag girls. Lets help him to learn some manners", the red head said. The black haired girl stepped behind him, lowered a fox fur and leather gag over his mouth. She held the gag to his lips, leather side to him and she said, "Now, are you going to be quiet, or do you want to wear this?" He said, "I'll be quite...but please just let me go...". "OK...I can see that your going to be hard to handle, so you get the fur side this time.", said the black haired girl. She then flipped over the gag, fox fur side to his lips, and strapped the gag to his head. His nose and mouth were completely covered with a dark brown very long, soft fox fur. He held his lips tightly together. The girl reached around to his nose and pinched it shut. He was now forced to breath through his mouth, and with each breath more and more of the fox fur worked it's way deeper into his mouth. He became sexually aroused, his cock started to harden up again.
SEE MY NEW FUR COAT?
Each of the girls walked over to a wall and took a different type of full length fur coat from it's hook and put it on. They walked back to the sitting prisoner and rolled him between a pair of large leather chairs, one on each side of him. A padded fur floor rug was placed directly in front of him, and the red head sat down on it, facing him. The blonde sat to his right, and the black haired girl to his left. The chairs were armless and were pushed up tightly against the wheel chair, so as to give the appearance of one long couch with three people sitting on it. His arms were spread out so as to appear to be holding the girls on each side of him. "Honey," said the red head now keeling in front of him, " I know that you are probably not going to understand, but we need to "fix a potential problem" before it gets out of hand. I need to tie a small leather strip around the base of your hard cock to keep it from spurting your love juices all over these nice soft coats. Would that be alright with you? Of course it would. You wouldn't want to ""mess up"" my precious new coat." She tied the leather strip around his cock. This would prevent him from cumming into the furs, and he could not "lose his hard-on". It was torture time again. "This is Lynx fur," said the red head. "I am going to lean forward and you be a good boy and feel the front of it with your cock and balls. Then we will introduce you to the collar, then the sleeves, and finally, you will be allowed to wear it, sort of have it draped over the front of you. I hope you like my Lynx!"
The soft feeling caused him to harden up more than he had been since last night. The feel of the lynx fur was very soft and his balls were being tickled beyond belief. He squirmed in the wheel chair, unable to avoid the onrush of more and more fur upon his naked body. He withered under the softness, his cock starting to leak small amounts of cum, which were wiped away by the continued motion of the furs. He groaned, and one of the girls leaned over his face and pushed her long tongue through a slit in the gag and forced her tongue deeply into his mouth. His cock got even harder.
He began to leak, more steadily now, and this leaking made his cock ever more sensitive to the lynx furs. Suddenly, the entire coat was draped over his front, completely covering him with the long soft fur. From each side of him, and underneath the covering of the lynx fur coat, the girls on each side of him started to slide their fur covered arms onto his body, caressing him with the new cool furs.
One coat was made of beaver fur, and the other from fox. The feel of the different types of furs was driving him crazy. He began to leak more and more, but he was prevented from cumming into the furs by that darned leather string on his cock base. He trusted up and into each fur, trying to fuck them. The girls helped him by stroking his dick softly, by kissing his ears, by pumping his hot cock. Each stroke or two the furs were changed, fox, then beaver, back to lynx, and so on until he could stand it no longer. The sexual pain building up in his balls from the amount of cum he was forced to keep made him even more horny. All he could think about was trying to "blast those furs" and the girls just keep on petting him. Finally, he screamed out in desire, and the girls removed the furs from underneath the lynx coat, and he was allowed to rest under the lynx without any furring movements. "Do you like our furs Sweetie?", the red head said. "These are the finest around, so soft and ""cumley" don't you think? And while you are under our control you will call us Mistress. Got that my friend? And YOU will be our sex slave, our prisoner of love." He groaned his answer, and was promptly tongue kissed again through the gag. The furs were everywhere. He could not escape them. The softness overcame him, and he fainted from the nervous, sex filled feeling he was having. When he awoke, the gag had been removed, but the lynx coat remained covering him. The Lynx coat was then removed, he was introduced to the beaver coat in much the same way as the lynx, and when he could stand it no longer, it was removed from him. He was allowed to rest for a few minutes, and then the fox coat was placed upon his lap and the furring started all over again until he passed out for the second time. He was never allowed to cum.
THE FOX FUR SACK
When he awoke he found that he had another "thing" to test out. He was unstrapped from the wheel chair, and though weak, he was forced to walk down the hall and into another room. While the three girls held a cattle prod to him, they made the sex slave put on a giant thick silver fox fur lined, sack, so that even his head was covered and smothered in the thick fox fur lining of the hood. They reshackled his wrists, hoisted him up in the air onto a padded table. His ankles were strapped down and he was left kneeling with his arms outstretched. The torture table was "U" shaped in back. They loosened the flap in the rear of the fur suit to expose his but crack and hanging balls. His cock stood out, hard as a rock, buried in the thick fox fur, and now his balls could be played with. Soon the slave's balls were in the mouth of one of the fur mistresses. Her lips and tongue sent shivers through the slaves entire body. Every move he made forced his stiff cock deeper into the furs directly in front of him. The furs tickled and tortured him beyond his wildest belief.
The mistresses were taking turns sucking, then furring the balls of the poor abused slave. When the furs got wet and warm, a fresh cold fur was wrapped around his balls, and the amount of cum just kept on building. The cock ring allowed only a little dribble of cum to escape which the furs in front of him which was immediately soaked up. There was no relief! He had hoped to be able to wet at least some of the fur in order to lessen the tickling. The furring continued. He suffered greatly. His entire head was encased in a furry fox lined hood, so he couldn't hear or see the events happening around him. Every time he opened his mouth to moan, the furs inside the hood entered his lips and the furring sensation was intensified. The mistresses used fur collars, muffs, and fox fur flings to torture the slave. The mistresses told him that they were ready to fuck him at any time, and he was sure that he could not stand the feeling of warm pussy sucking his cock. Without being able to cum, the strain on his balls would be very intense. He knew he was in deep trouble. He could hold not a drop more of cum in his swollen testicles. "What could they do to him next?", he wondered. He was about to find out !