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Wrecking the Rabbit Hole 2

For Seth6

By Draconicon

Seth knew that there was a chance that going to the Hole Wrecker would be a mistake, and in the two months since he had been, one part of the rabbit felt like it had been. For all that he had fantasized about what they would do to him...

The rabbit stood in front of his floor-length mirror in his bedroom, turning around to look at his ass. The cheeks were half-spread already, the manhandling that they went through during the night at the club making it hard for the cheeks themselves to entirely come together again. The fact that his hole was almost visible between them was something else again.

He blushed as he pulled the cheeks apart. Not much, just enough to show the pucker between. The ridiculous thing was already stretched, already gaping, and it had been for the entirety of the two months.

At the moment, it was only about an inch's worth of gape, the sides of his hole no longer touching. The rim itself was pushed out a little, swollen to the point where it looked a bit more like a donut than it did a proper pucker. Just running a finger around it was enough to send a shiver down his spine, as if all the nerves in his ass had been concentrated into that inflamed ring of skin.

He bit his lip as he felt his hole twitch. It was barely more than the slightest of reactions, something so weak compared to what it had been two months ago. Sure, the fisting dildo had been something to open him up, but as Bart had said, all the lube and everything else had left him able to recover, to tighten again.

This...This was something else.

The rabbit bent over a bit more, looking back at his ass through his legs. It barely twitched, these days. Sure, there had been some recovery since what the Shire horse had put him through, some bit of mending that took him from being fist-wide back there to being something a little more sane, but...well, it hadn't done everything. His muscles in his rim had been completely exhausted from what they had done to him, and now, they could barely clench enough to keep him from completely losing his mind.

It was embarrassing to take to wearing a plug just to keep from making a mess, these days. It was like he had become a living warning against the extremes of anal play, and he wondered if that was something that the entirety of the Hole Wrecker club subs had to deal with. Certainly, there'd been a lot of people in that club that were worse off than he was.

He ran his fingers around the inflamed rim again, shivering the way that someone else might have done while jerking their cock.

It wasn't going to be enough to get him anywhere near climax, though. His usual partners had disappeared off the face of the earth after word got around that his ass had been broken in like this. Nobody smaller than a wolf could really fuck him, and the wolves had to use their knots for them to feel anything. Hell, he could barely feel them, and required them to get rough for him to get anything out of it.

More and more, his thoughts bent back towards the club, how it had felt to be under the control of other men like that, to have his body be rendered nothing but a plaything for a few beautiful hours.

Mmmph...

He blushed as he stood back up, walking over to his nightstand. He pulled out one of the rubber plugs, not trusting the metal ones anymore. Not since that day down at the college campus when it had popped right out of his ass while he was getting ready to use the toilet. That had ended up being the most humiliating day of the year, he had to say.

Spitting on the tip of the rubber plug, he sat it down on the bed and then sat on it. The first four inches of it were easy enough to take, with the bottom ridge - a width of nearly four inches - sliding into his rim with a slight stretch. No pain, just a stretch, and a bit of a tingly pleasure with it.

Once, the feeling of a fist had been his greatest goal. Now, he felt like he needed to have something bigger than that just to have any pleasure at all. Two fists, a minimum that he'd ended up hitting again and again when his partners disappeared. The feeling of bending himself almost in half to jam both hands up his ass...

And it was still not enough, not compared to Bart and the memories of the club. That extreme play, that harsh use...

Seth pushed his ass down, hard, making sure that the plug was well and truly embedded in his hole before he stood up again. The rabbit's ears drooped along the back of his head, his breath coming slowly and harshly as he walked to his apartment balcony. He leaned against the glass wall, looking out at the dark city and the evening that brought such debauchery with it. Even without searching around, without trying, his eyes fell on the club district, and his mind went back to the Hole Wrecker.

I need it, he thought, his claws curling against the window. I need it.

As panicked as he'd been during part of that night, as worried as he'd been about the consequences of fucking up his asshole to the extent that he had, he knew that he needed something that extreme again. He needed someone to just...break him.

This isn't enough anymore. Plugs, hook-ups...

The little-dicked rabbit shivered as he imagined going back there, of seeing those faces again. The rhino, the bulls, the wolf, and Bart.

God, Bart...

The Shire horse seemed to beckon for him in his mind's eye, and the rabbit groaned. His hole clenched hard, the urges back there begging him to go back and get fucked by that hard-flaring cock once more. He needed to feel his asshole stretch for real again, to be broken in and forced to never go back. There was a small chance of recovery now, but...

But he needed to get rid of it. He needed...

He needed his ass broken...

He grabbed a pair of sweat pants, sandals, and a t-shirt - not caring what it said - and ran out of the apartment. It was time to get fucked, and he wasn't going to hold back.

The club door opened slightly as he approached, and he saw the rhino from before. The big guy smirked at him, chuckling.

"And here I thought you were a chicken. You back for more, bunny boi?"

"I am. Is...is Bart here?"

"Second floor."

The rabbit nodded, sliding through the door as the rhino opened it the rest of the way. Just like the first time, the air was thick with the smell of lube and musk and sex. The screams of pleasure and pain as different subs were opened up filled his ears, but instead of flattening them out, he pushed his ears up all the higher. He listened, he absorbed the sounds, and he shivered in pleasure as he imagined making the same ones in a few minutes' time.

Up the stairs he went, and he quickly found the room that Bart had taken. The black and white Shire stallion was still waiting for someone to show up for the night, it seemed, and he grinned as the rabbit poked his head around the corner.

"Heh, wondered if you'd ever come back."

"I thought...I was figuring it out."

"Get in here, bitch."

He did just that. The door shut behind him, and the stallion stood up. Just as before, the other male loomed over him, a mountain of muscle and sheer height that made him feel smaller than ever. A little whimper escaped his lips as the stallion leaned on the door, smirking down at him.

"So, you get your ass back to normal? Or are you just wanting to finish the job?"

"I want it done."

"Do you now, micro-dick?"

The horse's hand on his crotch was just as bad as it had been that first visit, and Seth shivered as he felt his tiny dick get pinched between two fingers. A micro-dick, indeed, considering that it never got bigger than two inches. He gasped for breath as the horse pulled and pinched at it through his sweats, making it hurt, but making it hurt good.

"You know, you could go back to normal, you little slut."

"Nnngh...but what...what if I don't want normal?"

"You'll never get ass-fucked again, you know that?"

"Mmmph..."

"Little micro-dick's gonna be useless at getting you action. You let us work on you, and that ass is gonna be useless, too. Gonna hang so loose and limp that you can't fuck it, even if you were a feral. Need two fists to touch the sides at the same time. You'll hang down, have meat curtains for an asshole."

The horse leaned over him all the more firmly, smirking down at him. That big bulge was so close to him, now, the fat cock that Bart had owned him with the last time throbbing in the stallion's leather pants.

"You want that, you sick fuck?"

"...Yes."

That was the truth of it, when Seth could finally bring himself to admit it. He wanted his hole wrecked. He wanted to show off for all the other rabbits what it meant to be a total slut. They already had the reputation of being the easiest species on the planet. Why not just go with it, enjoy it, show off for everyone that actually was interested in seeing them that way? Why not make it easier for all the other gay rabbits to admit that they were total bottoms, that they needed to be fucked, used, rutted, destroyed by the bigger, better males out there?

The idea left him gasping for breath, needing it, wanting it, and his cheeks were clapping together in his sweats. He stared up at the stallion with breath coming in soft pants, and he whimpered, nodding.

"Heh, be fucking sure, slut."

The horse grabbed him by the ass this time, pulling him close. This time, a dry finger slammed into him, and he barely felt it. Just the slight rub along his rim, something that he hadn't been capable of taking the last time he was here.

And it surprised Bart, too, something that he felt vaguely satisfied about. There was something good about surprising someone that seemed to have seen it all, and he was glad that he had the ability to do it.

The horse looked him in the eye, cocking his head to the side, and Seth nodded again.

"Heh. And I thought that you'd be scared off. A year or so, and you'd be back to normal. You could have that whole thing all over again, breaking down an ass that had been almost broken before. You could have that whole stretching experience again, and still have some studs between now and that anniversary.

"But do this tonight, and you say goodbye to everything. All that tightness that you got left, all the chances you have to get fucked..."

"I know."

"And you still want it, bitch?"

He nodded, blushing worse than ever. The idea of giving in, of allowing himself to just lose everything, was just what he needed. He was a creature of extremes now, someone that needed to be taken to the edge of sanity. The feeling of a regular rut just didn't feel right anymore. He had to be fucked dry, he had to feel his ass burning and stretching. He had to be mocked, humiliated, turned into something that no sane person would ever want to be. He needed it to be able to cum.

And this was the only way to get it.

He tentatively grabbed for the horse's cock, pulling at it through his pants. He dragged the waistband down a bit, and the rabbit groaned at the soft musk that came from the big guy's cock. There was something to it, something powerful and wonderful and thick and manly that he just didn't get from anything else. He wanted...

He wanted it inside of him. In both holes. Running through him. Ruining him. Marking him.

Seth panted as he leaned down to lick the thick horse cock, feeling it throb under his tongue. He only got one lick before Bart pulled him back, though.

"Heh, alright. You want it, slut. You got it."

"Please...ruin me."

"Oh, we're gonna ruin you, alright. Don't you fucking worry about that. Let's get you downstairs. But first...clothes off."

He stripped as fast as he could, not daring to do it slow, not daring to make the horse wait. Because if he did, who said that Bart would stick with him for the night? Who said that he would get someone that was big enough and rough enough and cruel enough to do the job?

Seth was a whirlwind of clothes and libido, throwing off his shirt and kicking off his sweats in short order. There was no underwear on beneath that, just the plug that was jammed right up his ass. His sandals hit the floor just before Bart grabbed him by the balls again, pulling him up and back a little bit. The big horse chuckled.

"And there we are. The little micro-dick is back. Turn around and spread them."

Nodding, the eager rabbit did just that, turning around and pulling his ass cheeks apart. There was nothing more than the plug to show, but he still shivered as he felt the horse's thick digit pressing down into the pucker, dragging along the rim just under the base of the plug.

"Heh, all weak and loose, is it? Why are you wearing a plug, slut?"

"Because...because I can't keep it in...if I don't."

"Can't keep what in, bitch?"

"...My...my...mess."

"Heh. Well, there ain't gonna be a plug big enough for you after this. You're gonna need something even worse to hold it in. You're gonna need to go padded."

And that was a humiliation that the rabbit had never considered. His cheeks burned hotter than ever as he imagined going about his life with a layer of white around his privates, with his ass cupped in a diaper. The idea that he'd be stretched so far that it'd just pop out, rather than leak the way that it currently did...

His cheeks burned, but he did nothing to show that he had changed his mind. All he did was stand there, his toes curling into the floor as the horse circled his hole. The big guy was obviously interested in wrecking him, and he was very interested in being wrecked.

"Heh...good slut. Let's get that out of you."

And with a wrench that finally made him feel a bit of friction again, the plug came free. Seth gasped, his eyes going wide as he felt his entrance stretched beyond anything that he had felt in some time, and he almost collapsed to his hands and knees. His eyes watered slightly at the ripping, hot feeling, but it was replaced by something that was just as filling as the plug...if not more so.

"Ah...ah...ahhhhhh!"

The rabbit moaned, his ears shooting up straight again, his little cotton tail pushed up. His short, pink hair flopped about as he gasped from the fingers clawing their way into his hole. They were just furred enough for him to feel the dry friction that they brought with them, and he whimpered in pure bliss as he felt them sinking into him, digging deeper with each passing second. His toes curled again, his hole opening, stretching, burning from the expansion that Bart was forcing on him.

Yes, fuck, he needed it. He was a good little anal bitch, and he was going to prove it all over again.

He moaned under his breath, feeling the knuckles passing through, feeling the tip of the horse's thumb against his asshole. It was so big, so much bigger than his own hands, and it finally felt like it was filling him again. The dry insertion was already making his muscles weaken, and every time that the horse pulled his fist back, it was like he was forcing that already-present donut to grow that little bit bigger.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..."

"Oh, you're going to get fucked...Last time, it was only two cocks at most, wasn't it?"

Seth nodded, unable to find the air to speak.

"You're going to get three, tonight. Three, and a hand. And maybe more."

That was more than he had ever taken in his ass at once. If he took that, it really would break him. He had lost most of his tightness the last time, barely gained a bit of it back.

You'll never get ass-fucked again, some part of his brain said. You'll never get pounded again.

That was fine. He could find traffic cones to ride, or more extreme things than that. There were custom toy makers. There was the club. He could...

There'd be things he could do...

He moaned as he felt the thumb rubbing against his hole, one more little caress before -

POP!

"AAAAAH!"

His micro-cock spat pre-cum on the floor, pissing it out as he felt that insane pressure on his prostate, his hole burning like the sun was he was forced open again. The rabbit tried to hold himself upright, but the main battle was against his body going completely limp. He wanted to collapse. He wanted to fall on all fours, to throw himself down to the ground and just take the pleasure of that fist in his hole.

But he didn't get the choice. Instead, he was picked up, lifted on that fist. He was carried out of the room like a puppet with a hand in his ass, and his cheeks burned as he realized just how exposed, how humiliated he actually was.

The open area of the club was just as active as it had been a minute or two ago, except this time, the bouncer turned to look up at him. The rhino smirked, holding up a pair of fingers that were barely a few inches apart, and the humiliating message was loud and clear for the small rabbit. His cheeks burned as he looked away, not daring to look longer.

Thump, thump, thump. Bart must have been a lot stronger than he looked, because he carried the rabbit like he weighed nothing, and every step was another thump and thrust of that fist, pushing it further up his ass. He gasped with every inch that slammed in, forcing his ass to expand and stretch again. His toes curled helplessly as he was dragged down by gravity and the impact of the horse's hooves on the steps.

One, two, three, four steps, and twice that in inches were driven up his ass. He wanted to cum, but the pressure in his ass was so extreme that the pressure on his prostate was not enough to actually make him blow his load. If anything, his cock was going soft, but the pleasure...

Fuck, he could hardly think. He wanted to wiggle down, push his fat ass further down on that thick arm. He wanted to feel it in his guts. He wanted to -

Thump!

Suddenly, he was slammed down. Not on a table, but in a sling, one that was just over a large bench. The rabbit gasped for breath as he was made to stare down, realizing that there was already an elephant anthro down there. The big guy smirked up at him, and as Bart pulled his fist back, he felt the thick, flared tip of the elephant cock nudging against his taint.

"Oh fuck..."

"Heh, oh yes," Bart said. "You're going to get it tonight. I promised you, remember?"

"Oh fuck...oh fuck..."

The rabbit couldn't stop muttering that, particularly as he felt the eyes of so many others around him. His dangling cock and balls were so tiny compared to everyone else, and he knew that they were looking at that, too, taking in the disparity between him and everyone else in the club. Even the rats were bigger than him down there.

Even without a cock in him, he could feel the 'damage' that the horse's fist had done. It was so thick, and he was so dry, that he had been forced to take it without even a bit of relief. He wondered what he looked like back there now -

Flicker. A screen lit up on the wall, and he stared with wide eyes as he realized that someone was broadcasting a view of his ass. And it...it was damaged, alright.

The inflamed rim of his hole had stretched more, less of a donut and more of a raised mound, like a mountain that had been cratered in the middle. The camera zoomed in, showing that his asshole had a gape of at least an inch and a half now, if not two inches, and his cheeks burned as he realized just how easily one could see inside of his hole now.

Fuck...fuck...

The fat cock heads were at least the width of his hole, now, and each one would just be able to touch all the sides. Two would be as bad as that fist, if not slightly worse. And three...

He could see Bart's fat cockhead, and he could see the rhino's too, on the screen. Three thick heads, three long cocks.

"Bring on the balls."

The steel balls from his first visit. He remembered them, remembered how it felt to carry them inside. He watched the screen, his cheeks burning as he saw the basket brought up. Each one was at least ten pounds, and the bigger ones reached up to twenty. Bart lifted one of the mid-sized ones, a fifteen pounder, and had to hold it in both hands. He pushed the hefty thing against the rabbit's asshole, and Seth shivered, his hole trying to pucker closed.

It didn't work, not with the Shire watching him. Bart grabbed him by the balls, forcing him to stop, pulling him back.

"Push out, or we'll stop it right now."

"Mmmmph..."

He did as he was told, flexing his hole as much as he could. It barely moved, his inner muscles already submitting, already weakening. It was hard to believe that in a few hours, he wouldn't even feel that...

The steel ball went past his rim, and he gasped as he felt the immediate weight on his prostate, crushing it, smothering it. The pleasure was immediately overwhelmed by a sense of almost too-full numbness, the weight grinding out the bliss, the size of it holding his asshole open in a way that he had never been able to replicate on his own. His eyes just about bugged out of their sockets as he tried to find a way to deal with it.

And then, the second one came, and his eyes just about fell out of their sockets. He stared at the TV screen instead, unable to take his eyes off of the way that his cratered, stretched asshole stretched that much more for the next ball. Fifteen pounds became thirty, and he gasped as he felt like his bowels were going to rip right through his hips.

Fuck...fuck...fuck...

The feeling of that much weight, that much size inside of him had him pissing pre, his balls feeling like they were shrinking even as his cock stayed tiny and flaccid. His eyes were locked to the screen, particularly as the horse pulled his hand back and the balls started trying to roll out.

They were so big that they actually did push at his rim, their weight forcing him to clench with muscles that were already beaten and bruised. The elephant below him laughed, pressing against his guts, forcing him to clench harder as the pressure from outside tried to force what was inside of him to just drop out.

Every rub made his hole stretch out again, the giant metal ball threatening to burst free from its own weight. No hole was meant to hold back so much weight at once, and he could see his rim straining, aching, barely holding back. There were blood vessels popping along his asshole, just waiting to break loose and come out.

Oh fuck...oh fuck...

And it didn't help that both Bart and the rhino were poking around his rim, pulling at it, forcing him to stretch even further. Sometimes, they would push the balls, forcing them to go back in, only for the weight to roll right back to his pucker. Every time it hit -

"AH! NNNGH!"

He screamed as his hole was pushed right to the breaking, bursting, snapping point. He could feel his muscles giving way, his body bruised and battered as he was broken down. One, two, three, four, five rolling smacks and clicks...

And then the sixth.

He felt the first snap, the first utter break of one of his inner muscles. There was so much going on that it was barely more than a snap in his own head, something that he barely heard, barely felt, but it was still there. The other muscles went weak around his rim, and he felt it slooooowly stretching open. Hell, he saw it. The TV screen zoomed in on his ass, and it looked like he was almost pooping out the ball. His hole stretched open...further...further, further still on the big steel orb, as if it was some knot that had been jammed in too far.

And then...

Then it popped out, and his hole stayed open. The other steel ball rolled down, slowed at the edge of his rim at the widest point. He tried to clench, but nothing happened. A little friction followed, and then it fell to the floor.

THUNK!

"Heh, look at that. That hole's as stretched as some of the rats in the back."

"More than that, fuck. Look at it. I bet you that he'd take four dicks now."

"Well, he's gonna start with three. Seriously, though, look at that..."

The camera showed Bart's hand in front of the hole, and as he held four fingers together, Seth could see that all four wouldn't touch the sides of his gaping hole. He'd been popped open so far that there was no going back. No way for anyone to look at him and see something that they wanted anymore.

Then, the fat cocks came.

The elephant slid in first, his cock big enough to slide in and open him up in the depths a bit, but not enough to stretch him. He watched as the flared head rustled his rim, but not much more than that.

Then the rhino stepped forward, the head of his cock finally pushing a little strain in, forcing that cratered edge of his asshole to actually go inside again. He had to be close to prolapsing, but he hadn't yet. Seth idly wondered why, but that was no more than an idle thought as he felt his hole stretching again. Two dicks, nearly enough to match the balls, nearly enough to make him feel stuffed again.

And then, the third. Bart.

That hole-wrecker of a stallion dick was so fat that it almost matched the pair of cocks already inside of him. Three dicks, one from the left, one from the right, one from beneath. Seth hissed, his breath wheezing from him as he imagined those thick things taking him, robbing him of thought, tightness, and dignity.

He felt the flare against his rim, felt it about to push inside. There was a strain, his hole trying to keep what little it still had. There was some...some deep attempt to hold back...

But Bart robbed him of it in one harsh thrust.

The rabbit's eyes bugged out of their sockets as three cocks fit in his ass at once, three cocks that were bigger than any two that he had taken before he had been to the Hole Wrecker the first time. He felt the snaps, the breaks, the rips inside, the way that his hole no longer had any ability to close.

He felt like his ass was almost dying, like it was going numb, giving him nothing but the pressure of so much hard man-flesh inside of him. Seth moaned weakly, his cheeks burning.

"He's snapped, boys!"

Bart's shout brought a series of cheers from the doms all around him, as well as a lot of laughter from them, as well. They kept grinning like maniacs, their eyes all for him now, all on him.

"Look at that stupid look on his face. Complete slut."

"Ain't ever gonna get a dom for that ass."

"Little fuck's gonna have to ride arms and legs for the rest of his life."

"Someone break out the diapers! First pack is free!"

He barely heard them all, completely focused on his hole, instead, on the way that it stretched, on the way that it continued to swell outwards. His insides felt broken, his pelvis felt like it should have snapped, but no...

No, all that snapped was his hole. The three cocks pulled out, pre-cum slime running over his rim, and he had a chance to see the full devastation.

There was no more sight of a real rim. His hole was an open, wrinkled, pink mess, anal slime dripping from the crater that had been left of his pucker. There was no more defined circle, more of a slit that had a bit of an oval shape. The flesh had been pulled up, yanked open, allowing a perfect view of his pink, wet insides.

Bart punched into him, and Seth only felt it when it touched somewhere too far up for the dicks to reach. The stallion was well past his elbow, too, almost up to his biceps in the rabbit's ass. Seth shivered, shuddering.

"Yeah, that's broken, alright. That ain't closing, ever."

"Fuck, I wanted to have that ass," the elephant grunted.

"Well, you could fuck and stroke," Bart said, laughing. "Jerk yourself off in it. You might be long enough to feel some tightness at the tip."

"Fuck that. Gimme his mouth. The only good thing left on him."

He was yanked back by the edge of his broken asshole, shoved off of the sling and onto the elephant down below. Turned around so that his mouth landed near that throbbing cock, Seth found himself pulled by his ears towards it, his mouth forced open until the head of the cock was rammed down his throat. All the while, the elephant gripped both sides of his ruined rim with his hands, holding them further apart.

"Fucking hell, this guy is never gonna recover from this."

"Yep. Blowjobs are all he can do from now on."

"Well, serves him right. Rabbits need to learn their place."

Seth blushed worse than ever as he was shoved down the elephant's cock, his mouth learning to take the shape of the massive cock. They were right. It was all he could get from now on. He had completely ruined himself...forever.

He wasn't sure how long he had stayed in the club, but by the time they threw him out with a package of diapers in his arms and nothing else, the morning had come and the sun was rising. Seth blinked as the door slammed behind him, then went red-faced as he realized that he'd been shoved out in the middle of the morning commute to work.

As dozens of drivers turned to stare at him, seeing his cum-soaked face, a micro-dick that nobody would ever be able to get out of their heads, and -

Plop.

A toy that he had no chance of keeping in his ass, the rabbit came within a hair's breadth of fainting. He wanted to just disappear, knowing that everyone had seen what he had done to himself. Instead, he turned slowly, automatically, and started walking.

Then jogging.

Then running, running as fast as he could as the humiliation tried to catch up with him, his limp dick spraying across his legs. More than his ass had been damaged during the night of debauchery, and while orgasms were still possible, hard-ons weren't.

His life had changed forever.

The End