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Nabassi hummed gaily as he picked his way through the throng of people that swarmed the narrow alleys and corridors of the bazaar. The motley crowds that pressed around him were smelly, dirty and noisy but this did not dampen his good mood. Today the stench of unwashed bodies and the shrill cries of sellers hawking their wares were like sweet perfume and exciting music to his nose and ears. The young fennec came to the market as often as he could but this time was different. This time, he was going to make a purchase.

The stalls to his left and right were laden with myriad goods from all corners of the world: fragrant spices from faraway lands, delicate fabrics woven of many colours, jewel-encrusted mirrors and finely crafted weapons. But he pressed on without paying any attention to these riches, and more than once he brushed aside an insistent seller that tried to show him some bauble or another.

Finally he passed under the roofed portico that marked the end of the maze of shops and stopped, momentarily dazed by the bright midday sun. When he opened his eyes again he saw that he had arrived at the right place. In front of him stood a large open plaza where seething masses of people milled around a number of wooden platforms, and on them stood the goods that Nabassi had come to examine.

The great slave fair was held once a year in the city, and every time it drew thousands of curious onlookers from far and near. Most of them did not come to buy, slaves were a luxury out of reach of the purses of the majority of commoners, but few men and ladies turned down the opportunity to ogle at the muscular bodies, tight asses and plump sheaths that were offered for sale. Beastfolk of both sexes and of all shapes and sizes were bought and sold, some as workers, others as pets, and quite a few as lovers. The rare and exotic breeds were the most sought-after, with gorgeous red foxes and prize bulls fetching prices in the thousands whereas donkeys, jackals, street cats and other less desirable specimens could change hands for as little as a few silver coins. But all, no matter their price tag, would end the day with their bodies, down to their most intimate parts, the property of other men.

***

Feeling like a child in a candy store, the fennec clasped his hands in delight and approached the stand of a horse trader. Horses were always a favourite with the public, and Nabassi could understand why. Their coats were of many colours and patterns, from plain white to jet black, from light palomino to reddish chestnut and everything in between. Some were fast and gracile desert horses, with great dark eyes and long unkempt manes. Others were large animals of the draft type, stoutly built with short tails and huge generous rumps. He even noticed a zebra among them.

As he came nearer, he saw that the beasts were split into two groups. A sign with big letters that hung from the platform simply stated "STALLIONS" with an arrow to the left and "GELDINGS" to the right. The fennec chuckled; while the notice was well-intentioned the difference between the two groups was plain to see. The horses on the left had dangling scrotums weighed down by heavy pairs of orange-sized testicles, but when he looked between the legs of the ones on the right he saw nothing but smooth crotches where the balls would have been. The stallions were truly magnificent, the fennec thought, testosterone-fuelled males with strong necks and powerful loins. They strained and pawed at the wooden planks of the platform with barely contained energy and although the stand was sheltered by a large canopy, their short-trimmed coats glistened with a sheen of sweat that highlighted the bulging biceps and pectorals underneath. All had their hands tied behind their backs, as if they might do something crazy if they weren't restrained. This was not just for show, in order to increase their value on market day the stallions were kept in chastity cages for weeks prior to the fair, and the pent-up cum in their balls and the cock grease in their sheaths drove them wild and restless.

The geldings on the other hand drew far less attention to themselves. Most were chubbier than the stallions on the left, and their muscles were less well-defined. They looked docile and gentle, and their smell was much milder. They might not be fierce lovers, Nabassi told himself, but they would certainly make better house servants and friends, and after all they could still take it in the ass as well as any male. He briefly wondered if some of them had been purchased as stallions the previous year before being castrated and resold as second-hand goods by a fickle master.

A fly landed on his lip and he swatted it away with an annoyed gesture. Flies were one thing all horses had in common. The insects plagued both geldings and stallions but the latter suffered the most, the salty sweat on their hides and the ripe scent of their genitals making them choice targets. The flying pests crawled on the moist ballsacks and on the fat open sheaths, relentlessly teasing the stallions' cocktips with their tiny legs, and they buzzed around their asscracks, looking for an entrance. Several attendants armed with flyswatters were tasked with keeping the flies at bay but the blows and lashes they inflicted on the horses' dicks and buttocks only made them madder, to the great amusement of the public. Jeers and laughter rang out when the smegma-coated cock of one particularly large stallion bulged out of its sheath and blossomed into a glorious pink and grey erection almost two feet long. The horse cried out in shame and powerless rage as precum squirted out of his urethra and fell on the wooden planks.

"Bastards! Let me cum, let me cum I beg you!"

His desperate protests were cut short when the trader, a lean leopard with golden fur, grasped his dick just under the cocktip and squeezed the rubbery flesh mercilessly. The equine length twitched between his fingers and pre started leaking abundantly from the gaping eye at the centre of the flaring glans.

"Looks like poor Zephyr needs your help my friends! Will one of you be generous enough to bring him relief? Bids start at one hundred!"

The crowd erupted in wild shrieks as the bidders tried to out-shout each other. All the while the leopard kept working and squeezing the throbbing shaft, keeping the maddened stallion on the edge but always stopping short of bringing him to orgasm.

"Two hundreds here from the cute vixen!" he yelled, his voice half-drowned by the torrential screams of the tortured male, "Two hundred and twenty there, two hundred and thirty... Come on! You can do better!" He laughed, his fingers dripping with watery precum, "Yes! Two hundred and fifty from the big bear at the back. Do I have three hundred?"

The stallion jerked, stomped the ground and wriggled in the leopard's grip, the last shreds of his dignity forgotten and his beast-like face distorted by the urgent need to cum. His tail was flickering wildly, foam poured from his mouth and his eyes and nostrils were dilated with agony.

"Three hundred from the human with a hat! Three hundred, it's a bargain! Three hundred, this is your last chance! Anybody else? SOLD FOR THREE HUNDRED!"

The sweat-drenched stallion bucked his hips, lifted his head high up in the air and let out a strident, orgasmic whinny as the leopard finally allowed him to climax. His urethra pulsated furiously and a geyser of cum poured from his cocktip like champagne from an uncorked bottle. Bursts of riotous applause and hurrahs broke out when a month's worth of warm horse seed sprayed the crowd below.

"Congrats to Zephyr's new owner, but we're just getting started friends!" the leopard boasted as he jiggled the horse's limp penis to shake off the last drops of cum. "Coming next are two brothers, two beautiful, mighty stallions raised together on the same farm and now sold together. Bids will start at two hundred!"

***

Nabassi could have enjoyed the spectacle for hours but at last he wiped the stray cum from his face and moved on. All around him deals were being struck, and he feared he would miss out on a bargain if he tarried too long. But after a few minutes a curious scene made him halt his steps. A group of people had massed around a stand where a lion, entirely naked save for a leather collar, was hanging by his wrists from a stake with his feet just dangling off the ground. The feline looked distinctly out of place among the other slaves, his cream-colored belly, fine curly mane and pretty tufted tail making him look like one of the young stylish nobles that were the market's biggest customers. His sex, while not large by the standards of some other beastfolk, was the most elegant Nabassi had ever seen, and it was topped by a tuft of delicate pubic hair that rose to his shapely navel. The men around him commented admiringly on his beautiful anatomy but his boyish face was inexpressive, his golden eyes clouded as if gazing at something in the far distance. His chest rose and fell and a long, melancholic sigh escaped his lips.

"He is like a jewel among pebbles, don't you think?" a raspy voice whispered in Nabassi's ear.

The fennec turned his head and saw a tall, green-scaled lizardkin wearing a silken tunic standing next to him. The reptile grinned and continued in a confidential tone.

"This man is, or rather was, the last heir of one the city's noblest and most respectable families, but it only took him a year of dissolute living to squander the wealth of centuries. I know this because I was one of his many favourites. Every day his manor was full of the drunken sounds of lavish parties and scandalous feasts, and when the money ran out he simply signed a contract with a slave merchant, selling his freedom and dooming his lineage for just enough gold to fuel a few more weeks of depraved revelry."

"A sad and cautionary tale," the fennec nodded.

"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure of that," the lizard hissed in laughter, "look closer!"

Nabassi craned his neck to get a better look and he saw that what he had taken for an expression of deep sadness was actually a face plunged in languorous ecstasy. Basking in the admiration of the crowd, the lion rubbed his thighs together and moaned in pleasure when a pink lipstick poked out of the fur of his sheath. To the flamboyant young noble his new condition was no tragedy but rather the crowning of a short but brilliant career of debauchery.

"How much is he going for?" Nabassi queried, and his eyes almost popped out of their orbits when he heard the answer.

"He is worth every penny, believe me," the green lizard whispered softly, closing his eyes in remembrance, "Aaah, I will never forget the night he took me to his couch. If I could, I would sell myself ten times so I could buy him and keep him forever."

***

After taking his leave from the lizard, Nabassi wandered for a while between the alleys of the fair, stopping occasionally to visit a stand or get a refreshment but without making a purchase. The afternoon was well advanced when he came across a long line of people queuing outside a tent under the watchful supervision of a wolf in uniform. The men held their crotches and shifted uncomfortably on their feet, as if they were waiting for their turns at a public lavatory, but the people who came out of the tent looked soothed and satisfied.

Drawn by curiosity, Nabassi sneaked behind the tent and peeked through a tear in the fabric. The scene inside made him gasp and widen his eyes. Many slaves of various breeds were lined up on all fours with their rear ends high in the air. Most were busy serving customers but a few of them were currently standing idle, their gaping anuses overflowing with cum that dripped in fat globs down their sacks and pooled between their legs. He saw a jittery-looking hare enter the tent, unfasten his pants, jump on a crocodile many times his weight and hump him frantically before climaxing in seconds and falling backwards with a deep groan of relief, his groin and clothes caked in the semen of a dozen previous clients.

Next to the hare, a stallion was trying unsuccessfully to mate with a human. His comically large equine dick bumped again and again against the man's buttcheeks, leaving them smeared with long trails of sticky clear precum. With a grunt of frustration, the horse grabbed his meat and shoved it between the man's thighs, pressing his scrotum against his body with his flaring cocktip. Understanding the horse's intent, the man clasped his legs around the veiny truncheon, and the stallion started pumping with powerful strokes that sent his mare shaking. The back-and-forth of the dick between the thighs went on for a minute before the horse ejaculated, his seed hitting the ground with such force that warm greyish cum splashed against the man's belly and arms.

Nabassi understood very well why such places were put at the disposal of the public by the authorities. Few people could visit the market without feeling the strain of arousal, and to avoid incidents of uncivilized behaviour it was important to provide them with a convenient means of emptying their balls. His own dick had been aching for some time now and he was tempted to join the queue but he ended up deciding against it. The line stretched too long and he preferred to save his stamina for bartering.

***

The fennec was starting to despair of finding anything when luck finally smiled on him. Towards the end of the plaza he saw a large cage in which about a dozen canines stood. Their master, a dog himself, was crying out his livestock at the top of his voice.

"Dogs! Strong workers, fearless guardians and faithful lovers! Grab one before they're all gone."

Nabassi approached the enclosure, trying his best to look uninterested. The trader, a fat collie clad in rich clothing, came up to him immediately. His white-and-grey muzzle was split by a big friendly smile but his eyes were all business.

"See anything you like sir? Something that catches your fancy?"

Nabassi tilted his head sideways while looking at the dogs and a few returned his gaze, trying to discern the intentions of this potential new master. Nabassi's stare made them feel uneasy, and several wiggled their thighs unconsciously. They did not like the way the fennec looked at their genitals like fruit at a market stand.

"Yes," he said, "I am in the market for a big, strong male. May I have a closer look?"

"Of course," replied the trader.

Taking a key out of his pocket, he unlocked the cage and let Nabassi in while the dogs lined up for inspection. The fennec selected the largest males and checked them thoroughly, touching their muscles, rustling their fur, sniffing their asses and cupping their balls in his hand. He hesitated for a long time, almost choosing a superb, wolf-like shepherd with a beautiful black scrotum but he eventually settled for a huge white-furred dogo with pinkish testicles the size of small apples.

"Excellent choice, sir!" the collie said, "His name is Brutus, and he is the finest male I ever owned."

"I do not care about his name," Nabassi replied as he fondled the canine's ballsack, "But tell me, is he really as virile as he looks?"

The trader raised his hands and rolled his eyes theatrically. "You have no idea! I don't think there is a single asshole here that he hasn't visited at least three or four times," he added, slapping the butt of the nearest dog for emphasis, "It got to the point where I had to keep him in a separate cage because the others couldn't get any sleep, and even then I had to bring him 'fresh meat' every night."

The fennec licked his lips, this sounded promising.

"How did he become a slave?"

"Highway robbery," came the disarmingly frank answer, "He was given a choice of going to the gallows or of repaying his debt to society through slavery. Not a difficult decision to make."

At the mention of his exploits Brutus cracked a big, insolent smile, flexed his muscles and spread his legs, granting the fennec better access to his genitalia. The dogo was obviously already looking forward to a pampered life as a living dildo, with no responsibilities other than keeping fit and making his master's bed creak every evening.

Nabassi repressed a smile and squeezed the heavy gonads. "I'll take it," he said, "but there is one thing..."

He gestured the trader to come closer and whispered in his ear. A fleeting look of surprise crossed the dog's face. "What? Are you sure... No, no, this is not a problem of course! That can be easily done for a small fee..."

The two canines shook hands to seal the deal and the collie clasped the dogo's shoulder with a big smile. "You've made my day Brutus! I'm going to close shop early. Now come with us, there's something we need to do," he added, pointing towards a nearby building with his thumb over his shoulder.

At the sight of the building, Brutus's smug grin was wiped clean off his face. Suddenly the large bully seemed to shrink and he pleaded with a quaking voice.

"No, not this... Master, please choose someone else..."

Nabassi frowned, annoyed that a slave would dare speak without permission. He was about to threaten him with a good lashing when the trader spoke with a soft voice.

"Sorry Brutus, but you knew this was a possibility when you made a deal with the judge. And this still beats swinging from a rope, don't you think?"

"But..." the dogo started.

"No more of this," the trader replied while shaking his head and smiling, "But don't worry, I'll come with you to make sure everything goes well."

The dog shivered violently but nodded, and he did not resist when the collie took him gently by the wrist to lead him towards the building. Nabassi rolled his eyes at such sentimentality but said nothing. Following close behind, the fennec looked over his shoulder at the remaining dogs in the cage. Their faces reflected a mixture of schadenfreude and relief but at least one of them, a dalmatian with a well-shaped butt and a cute little pair of balls, looked like he would miss Brutus and his big cock very much, and he reached out his hand through the bars as if to hold him back. Sensing his pain, the shepherd put a protective arm around his shoulder, fondled his nipples and licked his face tenderly. Their little pack had already found a new alpha male, Nabassi thought.

***

The building smelled strongly of rubbing alcohol and faintly of cum and blood. As soon as the trio crossed the doorstep, they were greeted by the sight of a bay horse strapped to a cross-shaped rack in the middle of the room with his legs spread wide. The horse's eyes were open but he looked dazed, and the space under his sheath was covered by a large bandage tied around his crotch. Next to the rack stood a middle-aged otter and a young ram, both clad in the long grey robes worn by doctors. The otter was still holding a roll of bandages and a bottle of alcohol in his hands while the ram, obviously his assistant, stood behind him with a metallic plate on which two bloodied but intact testicles lay, their spermatic cords neatly cut.

"Good to see you again old friend," the trader said, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"Not at all, we were just about done here," the otter replied.

The ram rang a small bell and a bull and a horse entered the room from a side door. Both wore tight loincloths which made their eunuch status clearly visible.

"Take him back to his master and tell him to change his bandages and clean his crotch every day for a week. Ask him to send payment to the usual address," the otter said.

The two slaves nodded obediently, unstrapped the newly-made gelding, placed his arms around their muscular necks and carried him outside. Before departing, the bull took a leather bag containing the former stallion's testicles and tied it to his belt.

"I'm bringing you some more business," the trader smiled, pointing towards the trembling dogo, "A request from a client."

"I see," the otter said, looking alternatively at the dogo and the fennec, "I'll let my novice handle that, it'll be good training. Don't worry, I'll supervise him closely."

The nervous-looking ram took a rag and soaked it in a strong-smelling liquid. This done, he handed it to Brutus and asked him to hold it to his nose. The dogo whimpered and cast an imploring glance to the collie, his small tail tucked firmly between his legs as if to protect his malehood. The trader patted him on the back.

"I know you well Brutus. I know you will still be a strong male when you wake up, just a different, more docile one. It's for your own good anyways; all your life you've been thinking with your balls instead of your head and look where it got you."

"Plenty of dogs go through this and lead happy lives afterwards. It will be over before you know it," the otter added with a kind, reassuring voice.

The dog swallowed his saliva, finally realizing that there would be no way out. He clutched his balls for the last time, rolling the heavy eggs between his fingers and digging his claws into the opening of his sheath before sniffing and licking them again and again to imprint the scent into his brain. The other males said nothing, respectfully allowing him to say goodbye to his family jewels.

After much hesitation and wavering, Brutus breathed deeply from the rag and his body relaxed almost instantly. A faint smile crept on his face and his eyes became glazed. He did not struggle when the ram guided him to the rack and bound his ankles and wrists with leather straps.

"Good," the otter said, "First you must make him ejaculate."

"Must we always do this, master?" the ram asked, clearly reluctant.

"Haven't I explained this many times already?" the otter gently scolded, "Clients want to see for themselves that that they have bought quality merchandise. And besides," he added, "Call me soft-hearted but even a lowly slave should be granted one last orgasm before being castrated."

The ram did not dispute the doctor's reasoning. He rolled his sleeve up, kneeled between the dog's legs, grasped the meaty sheath and began working it back and forth.

"Remember your lessons," the otter said while holding his finger up, "With canines it's all about applying pressure to the basis of the member, where the knot is."

The ram bit his tongue in concentration and did as he was told. Within moments the smooth, almost hairless sheath started swelling and the pointy cocktip poked out. With great care, the ram peeled back the skin over the budding erection, exposing a canine dick as long as his forearm. All present clutched their noses as a rank smell filled the room. The cock was truly impressive: red, criss-crossed with little veins and with a massive knot almost the size of a fist, but the skin was slimy and stained with thick patches of aged smegma.

"I do my best to keep them clean," the collie blurted as the otter and fennec turned accusatory gazes on him, "I try to wash their sheaths myself at least once a month, but there's many of them, and it becomes dirty so fast, especially when they have sex with each other..."

The otter shook his head sadly; at times it seemed to him that despite his best efforts basic hygiene was a lost cause in the city. Nabassi was holding a handkerchief to his muzzle, thinking that at least the trader had not exaggerated much when he had described Brutus's sexual appetites. The assistant was the least bothered of the four, as a ram he was well-used to strong body odours.

"Nothing wrong with letting your slaves find comfort in each other, it would be cruel to deny them this pleasure," the otter sighed, "but by the gods give them soap and water and tell them how to use it."

On the rack the half-conscious dog grunted, his breath coming in quick pants and his arousal growing with each passing moment. His erection pointed at the ceiling, so large now that the ram could barely hold it in his hand. Despite the pungent smell it gave off, the oily coating made his job easier by serving as a crude lubricant, and his fingers glided smoothly along the greasy shaft. The ram kept masturbating Brutus until a low growl told him that the canine was close to climax. Then he hooked his fingers under his knot and closed his fist around the bulbous flesh. The dogo yelped and from his cocktip shot one, then two, then three thick jets of cum which almost hit the ceiling before raining down on his chest and face.

"Damn it!" cursed the ram as a messy shower of semen fell on his head.

"Impressive," commented the otter, "The horse from before didn't produce half as much sperm."

Several smaller ropes of cum spurted from Brutus's cock and landed on his belly before his orgasm finally subsided. The four men in the room felt a little twinge in their hearts knowing that they had just witnessed the last ejaculation of a great stud. After a few moments the ram let go of his dick, which dropped limp across his stomach, and he turned his eyes towards his master.

"It is time to geld him. You do that by cutting the flow of blood to his testicles," the otter instructed.

The ram gathered a thin silk string, pulled down the dog's heavy orbs and looped the wire around his scrotum several times before snapping the noose tight with a vigorous tug. There was a slight whimper from the dog when the castrating device bit into the soft flesh of his pouch, strangling his spermatic cords and crushing his blood vessels, and Nabassi couldn't help clutching his own nuts in pained sympathy.

The assembled men waited in silence for Brutus's masculinity to die. The dogo's chest was rising and falling slowly as he drew breath but the pink hide of his sack was slowly taking on a darker, purplish shade as the orbs inside began to suffocate. After several tense minutes his pouch seemed to relax and loosen until his testicles dangled low between his legs like a dead weight.

The otter stepped forward and tugged at his scrotum, delicately at first and then more frankly. There was no response from Brutus so the otter squeezed his left testicle hard but the dogo remained unmoving, finally confirming his castrated state. The doctor patted his assistant on the shoulder to congratulate him on a job well done but the ram looked slightly uneasy. His mind was starting to digest the fact that he had just gelded another male.

"It's a shock at first but you'll get used to it," the otter reassured him, "I was also quite emotional after I castrated my first stallion. Do you think you can handle the rest?"

"Yes, yes, it'll be fine," the ram replied with a determined smile.

Following the otter's instructions, the assistant cut Brutus's scrotum open with a scalpel and removed each testicle in one clean, almost bloodless cut. One orb, then another fell into the metallic plate below with a wet dull thud. They were soon joined by the dog's ballsack which the ram sliced off close to the groin, leaving only a small wound compressed by the wire. During that time the dog showed no sign of being conscious of what was going on between his legs, his brain numbed by the vapours of the drug.

Nabassi stood on his toes to get a better view. The two testicles were shaped like eggs but were significantly larger, and their glistening, pink-blue surface was streaked with little blood vessels. It was strange seeing them lying there so vulnerable and lifeless. Not so long ago they had been warmly nestled inside Brutus's silky pouch, filling him with dominant impulses and churning enough sperm to allow him to mate with several of his fellow slaves every day, but now without his testicles the proud alpha male was just a weak little gelding.

***

The ram spent the next few minutes dressing Brutus's wound, first rubbing it with alcohol and then applying a healing balm and a bandage. The doctor explained to Nabassi that the scrotum was removed mostly for aesthetic reasons, so that the dog would be left with a clean smooth crotch under his sheath. The ram was about to discard the flap of loose skin when the trader interrupted him.

"You should keep it and bring it to one of the leather workers in the bazaar. They'll turn it into a nice little bag for you," he said to Nabassi, "Mine's a souvenir from Bucephalus, the very first horse I owned," he added, patting the coin pouch at his belt.

A flicker of bittersweet nostalgia shone in his eyes at the mention of his slave. "He was a sweet horse and a passionate lover. It was a real heartache when I had to geld him and sell his balls during a difficult year. But business is business."

At last Brutus's balls were placed into a glass jar filled with a clear, viscous liquid. The otter sealed the container and handed it over to Nabassi.

"Here you are. They will remain fresh as long as you store them well."

The fennec clutched the jar against his chest with a content smile then lifted it to his eyes to admire the two fat balls swimming in the nutritious fluid. Money well spent, he thought.

"You know, if his balls are all you wanted then I am happy to buy him back for half the price," the collie said while rubbing Brutus's flanks. "I can easily find him a good home. Plenty of owners prefer to buy slaves that have already been castrated, they are more pliable and they spend more time working and less time fucking each other."

Nabassi took his eyes from Brutus's testicles. In truth, he hadn't really intended to bring the dogo home, planning instead to sell him to a farm for a few coins or even to abandon him on the streets. But now the sight of the adorable big oaf lying all naked and helpless made the thought abhorrent to him, and he felt a shiver of shame from having even considered it. He had taken Brutus's masculinity away from him and somehow this made him feel protective of the dog.

Brutus was now sleeping soundly, the ram having administered him another dose of sedatives, and the fennec caressed his chest tenderly, realizing that he was now the owner and caretaker of more than two hundred pounds of living dog flesh and bone. Visions ran through his mind and he saw himself coming home after a long day to be greeted by a big overjoyed pooch who would cover him with sloppy dog kisses. He imagined Brutus's face lighting up when his master brought out his leash for his daily promenade in the streets. He felt the warmth from Brutus's body as the pup curled at his feet at the end of his bed.

The fennec's smile became wicked; there would be other sort of activities too. He pictured himself fucking a cute bitch while the dog stood next to them holding a tray of drinks, without even a loincloth to hide his eunuch condition from the female. He fantasized about the blowjobs the dogo would give him with his warm tongue. Or maybe it would be him who would reward his faithful slave by slipping his muzzle inside his loose anus and licking his insides. He wondered if he could still get Brutus to experience an orgasm by tongue-fucking him or shoving his fist up his ass.

The thought made him painfully hard and he shifted in place uncomfortably, hoping that the others wouldn't notice the bulge in his pants.

"Go ahead if you want," the otter said, "I'll have to clean up anyways."

"It's your property now," the collie shrugged when the fennec turned to him.

Nabassi hesitated for a second then unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants, revealing a stiff canine erection. He pumped his cock with his fist, put his free hand on Brutus's thigh and came after a dozen strokes. A small streak of thin pearly cum shot from his cocktip and splattered over the dogo's sheath and belly.

"I'll keep him," the fennec panted, "We'll be very happy together."