Frenzy (Commission for Luther-Bat)

With a pitiful squeak, the bun’s body went limp the moment she felt the first ropes paint her insides white. There was already very little fight left in her after she bounced so eagerly on the cock impaling her, so by the time Luther finally reached climax himself, the bunny was already thoroughly spent; more for him to enjoy, the bat thought to himself, now practically bent over the rabbit’s body and thrusting wildly into it, his spunk flying everywhere as it backblasted from inside his lover’s body.

All around him, the results of his night-long breeding frenzy were obvious for all to see, and yet somehow not a single one of those girls was yet ready to give up, even after repeated go-arounds; Luther had to hand it to them, he genuinely didn’t think they’d hold up for so long. Not that it mattered anyway, as he fully intended to push their limits until they broke, and then keep going until each and every one of them was begging for him to stop because they felt so full. The bun underneath him was just close enough to do so, he could feel it, but somehow held herself together just well enough not to open her mouth; there was no doubt that, had she done so, then she’d be done and over with for the night.

Moving his hips backwards, Luther removed himself from within his latest partner, a small flood of cum oozing from the bun’s not-so-tight slit after the bat’s cock unsealed it. Under normal circumstances, he might’ve felt the need to take a five minute breather before diving headfirst into the next challenge, but not that night; whatever force had possessed him had left the bat with such immense stamina that, even after multiple climaxes, he still felt thoroughly unsatisfied… and that was a very eager cat trying to herself rub all over him right there. Half a second later and the feline was pinned to the ground, feet next to her ears and voice cracking in half as Luther forced her into a mating press, the male’s grunts and female’s squeaks joining together in a discordant harmony that only served to make everyone else in the room feel hornier than they were already; and again, it only took the cat about ten or so thrusts before Luther felt the familiar squirting of femcum staining his groin, while he still had to keep going for at least another two or so minutes before even getting close. Just like with the bun, by the time the bat felt his floodgates open and those hyperproductive balls of his clench, the cat he was fucking was no longer even there, her mind somewhere far beyond the mortal plane and enjoying some sort of sexual Nirvana… only to be rudely brought back the moment her lover slammed his cock’s tip against her cervix, and her womb was flooded by the bat’s thick, impossibly-hot seed. Luther felt his shaft bulge out, its underside bloating when it struggled to deal with the immense backlog of jizz it was being forced to carry, each pump seeming to add imperceptible fractions of an inch to that already-colossal pillar of cockmeat of his. Each pump made thick, white fluids spurt and seep out from within the feline, who twitched and moaned every time she felt something hit her from the inside. Luther himself had to suffer through near-painful jolts of electricity whenever his balls clenched, but it was all worth it in the end; the next one was coming anyway.

He didn’t even need to remove himself; all that was needed was for Luther to turn around and his current partner would just flump to the ground, letting him get on with his manic breeding without a care in the world. Every other woman in the room got an eyeful of their prize: the hulking bat, a cock big enough to reach up to the middle of his chest, dripping with thick seed and just begging for something to fill. They all tripped over one another in their rush to reach him, each loudly demanding that they be next, each failing to get any headway as they fought against one another. It was a wonderful spectacle, and only really solidified Luther’s sense of superiority, but he hadn’t called them all over so he could watch a particularly sexy crab bucket taking place; outstretching his hand, he picked the closest one to him, fittingly enough another bat, and shoved her face directly against his nuts.

He felt no words were required, nor in fact necessary; all she had to do was sit there quietly and breathe in his magnificence, feel all the blood vanish from her head and her senses be overwhelmed by the taste and smell… right before he pulled her head back and gave her a good look of what was about to go down her throat. His cock was something beyond big, far too large to fit into anything those eagers lovers had to offer, and yet somehow they found a way to take it; it stretched them out and left them feeling sore all over, but they did it anyway, for him, for the chance to take a rod that big into them. The female bat got about three or so seconds to consider this before she saw the tip of that enormous shaft approach her at high speed, poking at her mouth until she opened it and allowed it to plunge into her throat; she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, every muscle in and around her neck screaming at her to pull that thing out. It somehow nullified her gag reflex, letting her ‘enjoy’ as it bulged her throat out to an obscene degree; there was more dick in there than anything else, and if Luther really wanted to, he could probably lift her without using a single hand!

Of course, the whole point wasn’t for her to just sit there as a cock-holster; being much too small to take that thing, it fell down to Luther himself to skullfuck her to the best of his ability, blanking his mate’s mind out until she was nothing more than muscle memory and instinct, audibly (and loudly) gargling on the immense loads of cum being dumped into her. Meanwhile, her ‘friends’, if they could even be called as such, were making the best out of the situation; with only one shaft to go between all of them, the group resorted to worshipping Luther in whatever way they could find. A couple of lucky ones got to his balls before anyone else did, licking and savoring them as softly as they could pace themselves to be; the urge to squeeze those things dry was immense, and the only thing stopping them was the belief (or fantasy, perhaps) that they’d be able to do so when they were riding that titanic shaft of his. Everyone else had to make due with whatever was left, be it the bat’s powerful musculature and toned physique, or just his physical presence in general, heaping such absurd quantities of praise unto him that Luther felt like a trophy was going to pop out of nowhere.

Just like before, it didn’t last long. As much as his refractory period was somehow nonexistent, his stamina had been shot to hell and back by the constant releases and the coating of everything in his thick seed. Especially with a throat as tight and inviting as that one, Luther couldn’t reasonably expect himself to last for more than just a couple of minutes yet again... though of course, the sudden change in position did lend itself to quite a visual spectacle; if any of the other women bothered to look (they didn’t), they’d be able to see the female bat’s stomach bloat out, the bulge first appearing on the bottom of her belly and very quickly travelling up as her insides were filled, until it was creating a noticeably puffed-out cylinder where her esophagus should be, going so far as to eclipse the bump created by Luther’s own shaft, until a veritable flood erupted from her mouth, gallons of spunk spurting in every direction while the fortunate gal fought against her own body not to drown in the tidal wave of jizz being poured into her. Luther made sure to keep it going for as long as he could; within seconds there was already a stream running down her front, a few seconds more and it widened to include most of her torso. With a slight adjustment of his legs and a little help from the two women heaping praise upon his clenching nuts, the flow of spunk carried on until the female bat’s body was almost completely covered by it, little of it visible but her eyes, which dared not blink for fear of literally being glazed over.

And then it was done, and she was pushed onto her back, coughing up a good gallon of cum just from the impact alone.

“Alright, now that Sandra’s done, who wants to be next?” Luther called out, turning towards the veritable harem at his feet.

The ensuing storm of replies was enough to leave even the bat feeling slightly dizzy, if only because he was hearing essentially the same thing on variable amounts of delay (and with just about the same kind of enthusiasm), leading him to eventually raise a finger and order everyone to shut up. He struggled to remember any of the other women’s names, what with them being… slightly less than important for what they were there for.

“I’m gonna say… Clara, where’s Clara?”

“Right here, huuuuun~!” came a voice from below him, slightly muffled by the cat’s muzzle being stuck to his balls, “God, you taste so good…”

“Don’t pick her, pick me!” one of the canids interrupted, cutting through the crowd and very nearly throwing herself at her beloved, “I’ll ride you so hard you’ll finally be empty, you’ll see~!”

Bold of her to assume she was even capable of such a feat. Or that she would be riding him, rather than the bat setting the rhythm and pace. Luther didn’t think it necessary to dignify the outburst with a response, choosing instead to absentmindedly grab the bitch’s head and shove it onto his cock, restarting the whole fill-up process all over again.

“Anyone else wanna be like… I’m gonna say Paula?” - the dog moaned louder than normal at that - “Right, anyone wanna be like Paula and I’ll have to get creative. Now, Clara’s been doing a very good job down there, so I’m going to give each and every one of you ten words to prove to me that you’d be worth taking her place. And no talking over one another. Go.”

The following few seconds were filled with the sounds of eager throats jumping to action, only to stop after realizing someone else was about to speak, a dozen or so eager fucktoys all trampling over one another in their eagerness to be the first one to make their case. This was exactly the reaction that Luther expected out of them, and precisely why he did it; that way, he could enjoy the sensation of Clara still dutifully suckling and licking his nuts while he skullfucked Paula into the same kind of cumstuffed, insensate state as the other bat on the ground… whose name he had completely forgotten by that point.

“I can do that tongue thing that twists!” one of the other girls spoke up, counting each word with a finger.

“Forget her, you’re far too good to fill that bitch Cindy up again~!”

“Says you, you barely lasted for more than five minutes!” Cindy fired back.

“That’s just because Luther’s… well, Luther. I dare you to go more than two without breaking now that he’s found his rhythm!”

“I’ll make three!”

“I can totes do four,” a random mouse piped up, before being promptly shut down by everyone else.

“Ladies, what did I say?” the male bat raised his voice, taking the opportunity to push Paula’s head straight down to his base and almost choking her out, “One at a time.”

The instructions were clear, but the execution… not so much, mostly because it was clear as day that Luther wasn’t at all interested in enforcing the rules he had set down. As much as he liked to pretend that he enjoyed things being orderly and neatly arranged, the truth was he adored seeing his lovers trip over one another trying to please him almost as much as they loved doing it themselves. And that turned out to be a slight problem, because this night-long session of debauchery had been a first for all of them; never before did Luther allow himself to go that full-out… and it was bringing up a few uncomfortable realizations about how little control he had over the libido of his own harem. Even after his warning, every woman around him was vying for his attention, each coming up with the most ridiculous of suggestions and lewd comments, many not even making sense. After a while, some of them stopped trying to convince him altogether and went straight for flattery; Cindy in particular was really laying it on thick on how much his balls were delicious and full, even if she didn’t have access to them. Clara, meanwhile, didn’t even bother speaking up at all, what with her mouth being too busy doting on said nuts.

“God, why don’t do this more often?” the bat gal murmured, after recovering from her cum filling, “I’ve been needing your cum in me for so long…”

“And get rid of Paula already, the rest of us need to get filled too,” Cindy added, throwing herself at his chest.

“Yeah, right after that bitch~!” another one said, her voice indistinguishable from the others in between the storm of moaning that suddenly erupted around him.

Before Luther realized what was going on, his body felt incredibly heavy, what with his whole harem hanging onto his frame and begging for him to do all manner of horribly unwholesome things to them that would make clean-up an utter headache after they were done. And yet, rather than demand they shut up and listen to his orders, the bat instead felt the exact opposite; like a switch had been flipped inside of him, every time he heard those women speak over one another, he felt the need to grab the nearest one and fuck them with even more force than before. Every time one of them literally threw their weight at him in order to pin him down, he just felt like doing the same to them. Flattery after flattery showered upon him until all he could hear was his name and a string of adjectives, making him out to be the best breeder on the planet, and everyone around him nothing but a fucktoy to be filled to his pleasure.

His harem wanted him to go wild. So why didn’t he?

Before he knew it, Luther’s hands shot to Paula’s head, and like a man possessed the skullfucking was intensified until the poor thing was getting bruises from how hard her lover’s nuts and cock were slapping against her face. It took barely a minute before she was given the same treatment as the bat gal, discarded to the side after being stuffed and covered in sticky, thick seed. Possessed of renewed stamina, the male went into a kind of breeding frenzy, no longer caring about what he was doing; all he needed was a tight hole to fill and an eager lover to fuck until they couldn’t walk straight… and he had plenty to choose from in that category.

Even then he couldn’t get rid of the women crowding him. Despite his best efforts in slamming Cindy onto the ground and rutting her until she was being dragged along the soggy carpet, half-squealing in joy and screaming about the burn, he still had everyone else clinging onto him, showering him with praise and begging the bat to take them next. It was all a blur, and by the time that Luther was ready to move onto the next one, Cindy’s cumgut had inflated so much that they wouldn’t even be able to move. Now, the bat found himself back on his feet, holding up the whole weight of… Paula again? Goodness knows how that bitch got back up so easily, but if she wanted another hole filled even while her stomach sloshed that hard, he was ready to oblige. And again, barely a minute and already he was spurting all over the place, his endurance practically nil, his refractory period even less so.

The canine was discarded like the cheap toy that she was, with Luther moving onto the next one, eyes shining with barely restrained, animalistic lust. All he had to do was bring his hands forward and he’d eventually grab onto someone, eager to be the next one on the chopping block. As he stumbled from side to side, alternating between smushing someone flat on the ground, fucking them against the wall or just bouncing them on his dick while lying down, he left behind a trail of overinflated lovers, who had finally reached the end point to their own stamina. Even if they whined and begged for more, they could no longer move, pinned down by the heavy loads painting their insides white… and more.

The bat failed to notice, but whatever force had taken him over and given him the ability to even do any of that also had some interesting side effects; while he was busy bending Clara’s legs over her ears and locking them in a mating press, already in full flow and dumping gallons of his virile seed into her, Cindy, the very first person to be given a proper filling, was already complaining about how full she was. Off the corner of his eye, Luther might’ve noticed that her gut began to bloat even more, despite nothing being there to fill it up.

And then Paula.

And then the rest.