"Are yeh ready to begin the Shreksperience, Putin?" smirked the Ogrelord. He had a look of arrogance and pride, the look of an ogre who revels in his own eminence.
Putin bowed his head in submission. "I am loyal to my beloved Shrek"
"Are yeh sure yeh know what yeh getting yerself into?
Putin looked up into the large, unforgiving eyes of the dominant ogre. It was too late to turn back now. Putin moaned in desperation. "Take me Ogrelord."
"Take off meh pants". The command was so abrupt, so sharp that Putin almost jumped. There was a sudden sharpness to Shrek's voice. All traces of kindness were gone. This was a new voice, a voice which spelled out pain. Putin jumped into action, wrapping his podgy fingers around the belt clasp. With a few quick moves, he had undone the belt and thrown it to the side. Shrek's pants dropped to his feet and his quivering member stood erect. Putin gazed at it with wonder. It was just as breath-taking as the rumours said. Putin hungrily took in the enormity of the cock. Without being told, he wrapped his mouth around it and began to suck. Back and forth, back and forth. Putin used his tongue to pinpoint the most tender spots on the huge green dong. Shrek moaned in pleasure and grabbed Putin's head, thrusting himself in and out, forcing the Russian sex god to choke. It was rough and fierce. Putin struggled but it was no use. The ogrelord was in control.
The pleasure had already begun to seep through the veins of His Almighty Shrekness, however he needed more. He withdrew his foaming cock from Putin's mouth and wiped his brow. Putin dribbled a little then lovingly gazed up at Shrek. "You're so fucking shrexy. What next m'lord?" Shrek looked doubtful, something which Putin instantly picked up on. "Whatever you have in mind, Your Holy Shrekness, I can take anything".
"Very well. Though we must have a safe word. If yeh find the pain unbearable, just say 'Gumdrop Buttons'. Yeh think yeh can do that?"
Putin nodded eagerly. "Yes Sir".
Shrek lumbered over to the couch, his huge member swinging with every step. He reached for one of the leather cushions and began to rip one apart. Putin stared in confusion. When the ogrelord was finally finished, he had created four long strips of leather. He beckoned to Putin, calling him over to where the table was. He motioned for Putin to lay his naked torso over the table, so that his head laid flat. Then, with the strips of leather, Shrek tied Putin's limbs to the legs of the table, so tightly that within seconds he could feel the circulation being cut off.
Shrek smeared his swamp juices over Putin's tight ass, then plunged his massive dong into the hole. Putin shrieked in pain. It was difficult to endure even a normal penis in his asshole, and so Shrek, bigger than a horse, was a tough challenge. Tears streamed down Putin's face as his limbs struggled against their restraints. Shrek was euphoric. Thrusting his pelvis he penetrated the hole again and again, getting deeper each time. The ogrelord was close to cumming now. With one final thrust, he pulled his cock out of the hole, tossed his head back into the air and came all over Putin's bare ass. Shrek, recovering from his state of euphoria, slapped Putin on the butt. "That'll do Putin, that'll do".
