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Cigar smoke and quiet chatter filled the air. Five men occupied the room, only four sat reclining at their leisure whilst their companion, the centrepiece of the evening, knelt at their feet panting with drool and cum smeared across his lips. Only he was naked amongst them entirely, clad only in the bridle the men had haltered him with. The rest of them had donned various leather garments from chaps to harnesses, looking very much like the extras fresh from the set of a BDSM porn shoot. They had arranged themselves in a circle idly relaxing whilst temptation lingered before them, all facing inwards to their not-so-little stallion for the evening... But like fine wine, they were leaving their delight to breathe before sampling the dark fruit.

Currently the stallion upon his knees faced a rather slender looking horse, a Gypsy like himself only sporting a bold browned red for his fur whilst he was only splashed with black and white. But their coats were deceiving. They shared the same blood pumping through their veins as they were brothers. Mark, the eldest, had found himself on the floor through a lost bet made with rotten luck. A bet he now regretted ever having made.

"Your brother doesn't look all that impressed, Jerry," one man spoke up, a rather portly bear with greying fur tinging his muzzle. His cock had already been fished free from his musky underwear, raging hard to the open air.

"He's just sour because he lost at poker. Either that or he's not happy for sucking four consecutive loads," the lithe stallion answered with a snorted smirk, one paw gliding over his own shaft that jutted proudly up from his crotch, "For a straight man, he sure does love gambling away his ass."

"I'd call him a fag if I didn't know he had a girlfriend," the lion guffawed from behind the knelt horse, "But I know a bitch when I see one."

"I think he just doesn't like the plug in his ass. I think he wants a real man up there." The fourth guest spoke aloud, a thick wolf with muscles that strained at the harness barely cladding his torso, "Somebody fuck him already."

Mark winced, if only to himself, as his brain remembered the lodged toy sitting in his hole. Muscles clenched around it, instinctively feeling its weight, concentrating on not pushing it out for fear of his brother's reprimand. A bet was a bet...

"You know the rules. I get his ass first." Jerry had a smile on his face, knowing and devious. The other men just snorted. They knew the system, they stole themselves and waited. "Turn around brother, show me that hot ass."

His sibling's tone irritated him, but for as much as he glared up at Jerry he too knew his place and shuffled around on the spot until he was back facing the lion. He didn't know them, not personally, but he was quite familiar with them by now. This must have been the fifth time he'd lost to Jerry at cards. Part of him was beginning to suspect foul play. The rest of him didn't care.

A heavy paw landed abruptly across his behind, buttocks quivering under the impact. Something to amuse Jerry, he supposed, humiliating his 'slutty' brother in front of his friends.

"Such a hot little mare," the stallion hissed, fingers already prying out the butt plug's base. Mark could do nothing but grunt and shudder as his guts were emptied of the fat weight, muscles expelling its presence until it hit the floor with a dulled thud. His gaping hole clenched up shut, but slick fingers were already prying apart the rim and refusing it the chance to close, "Oh no you don't, let me see your pussy open for me."

A dark blush crept across the horse's face as his brother fingered his ass, pulling at its rim until he could feel the strain. He was so loose and open, it was almost shameful. It's what forced him to make the shift from jockstraps to boxers when going to the gym; other guys would just get ideas seeing his stretched hole puckering from between his cheeks. Not that he fought off their advances as much as he should have...

Something gripped his chin, lifting his long head up to look into the lion's eyes. The male was grinning at him, some fierce look in his eyes, and from his other paw came the flourish of a tiny bottle, label peeled off but the familiar brown glass and indiscriminate liquid swirling inside made him shiver in sheer anticipation. The feeling sat in his gut as the lion generously unscrewed the cap for him, wiped its rim, and pushed forward the now open vessel as prompt for Mark. He didn't fight the gesture, pushing his nose to the rim as the male pinched his other nostril shut. One deep inhale, short and sweet, exhaled, only for the same to repeat for the other side. It took a second but it came, hitting him like a slow wave, rolling over him. That dark buzz in the back of his mind, where suddenly the smell of leather, musk and smoke were no longer sour stenches but glorious fragrances. Where suddenly having predators stare at him made his blood boil feverishly, where the three, no four fingers exploring his hole felt like hot silk, and that urge to have his gut reamed deep and long became all he ever wanted.

"The little bitch is horny now," the wolf growled, one paw reaching out for Mark's underbelly. Fingers coiled around his aching shaft and harshly stroked it. He should have pushed away, but he let the man yank his length, sniffling and huffing with the rough pleasure it brought, "You gonna mount him?"

"No shit, he's gonna mount him," was the curt reply from the bear, who had by now shuffled forward on his chair, reaching for the horse's sack whilst the wolf jacked his member. They were both erect themselves by this point, the performance of their pet having roused their lusts, and were squeezing and manipulating themselves as they toyed with the stallion before them. The lion before him had since put away the poppers, though not before dosing Mark up for a second or third time to really get him swimming, and was now pulling his cock towards the horse's panting maw. The movements were precise and heavy; Jerry had sidled up behind his brother so quietly that feeling the younger male's flare pressing to his yawning hole took him by surprise, though he was preoccupied with gulping down the feline's length plunged into his mouth. Filled from both ends, he was fucked between them, casual thrusts coming in time like a metronome, whilst the bear and wolf were eager to torture his genitals. But any feeling of pain and discomfort warped through the haze of his mind, every sensation addled into one of perverted pleasure, euphoria gripping him.

"You don't mind if we mark him, do you?" Mark didn't know who asked, but he did know the question was moot. They had already done so, several times before, and now would be no different. Somewhere he heard his brother's response, but they had already begun the ritual. Jets of warmth shot across his back, landing in streaks against his fur - one of the two men must have cum already, though it was mighty quick. He could only suppose they were pent up, maybe they'd popped some kind of pill; it was the only way he could explain their rampant stamina and seed they kept pumping out. But he was too busy sucking lion barbs and taking his brother's long, deep ruts to care as to what or how. His balls were being crushed in a palm, his cock pricked with claws, nipples pinched and tweaked, fingers raking over his body as he was spit-roasted between two virile males. There were bigger things to be concerned with.

More seed came. It felt it shoot across his body, the small trickles of the potent smelling cum oozing down the curves of his build. They cooled in the damp of the room and stained wherever they touched, leaving Mark with nothing but to live up to his namesake in the raunchiest sense. His mouth was being hammered by the lion rolling his hips, each movement driving that thick cock down into his throat where he resisted the urge to choke, difficult as it may have been. From behind him came the driving of Jerry's member, hitting his prostate and then deeper, breaking down his inner ring and leaving him with the feeling of being skewered. It was the lion who came first, clamping his paws down around Mark's snout and humping until his balls slapped his chin. Stringy jets of cum plastered his tongue and cheeks until he could taste nothing but the load that he swished around his mouth. He kept the seed on his tongue for as long as he dared, before making a lewd show of swallowing, gulp vocal, loud and proud.

"Dirty little fucker."

"Straight faggot boy."

"Imagine if people knew."

Jerry came next, naturally the last to orgasm though it wasn't quite fair to the others. They only got to spend so much time with Mark, at his younger sibling's permission. Their gatherings were only ever at his behest, so the younger stallion oft had plenty of time to work his brother over, get used to his velvet hole, know every trick to stave himself off and savour Mark's supple body. But even he could not fight the losing battle. His paws clamped down upon the stallion's hips, rammed hard, and fucked those last few inches of his length into his brother's sweet ass. Within seconds he erupted in a shrill whinny, balls emptying themselves down the horse's hole like a firehose, pumped through his engorged flare. But Jerry liked to show off. Still cumming he pulled himself free from Mark's rump, flare popping the rim like a cork, and sprayed the last of his load over his brother, adding his own scent to the pungent mark. The older horse did nothing but moan, guttural and strained, as his orgasm was denied, having been teased and tormented but only for the fraction of the moment. He knelt there upon all fours as he was doused in his brother's seed, panting with cum dribbling from his lips, needy and desperate. His balls ached, his cock throbbed, and his mind was beginning to lose the fog of the nitrites. He wanted more, and he begged.

"Let's give him what he wants, gentlemen."

He was moved around, someone else in front, someone else behind, others encroaching from either side. Never was there a moment where he was left alone as paws and cocks scoured every inch of him. A second never passed for the rest of the night where he didn't feel violated but horrifically and brutally aroused.