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The Pointy Triangle _by RVasil

Commissioned by: Keinok82562

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The Pointy Triangle

For some, it sounded like a child came up with the name of the place.

For others, it was the premier destination for anyone who wanted to have a good time. Tucked at the corner of the city, away from prying eyes, the Pointy Triangle, or the Triangle for short, was a small exclusive club that catered to a specific clientele. While it was a club like any other, offering booze, great music, and some shockingly decent food, the Triangle stood apart not because of its outlandish name, but for what it offered to its patrons. The Triangle served as a haven; a paradise to indulge the senses and let your wildest hedonistic fantasies come to reality.

Or at least, that's what people told Ralford.

Ralford never imagined he would ever get into the place. For an outgoing person like him, the Triangle was that mythical location he kept hearing about from peers. The club that every gay person seemingly were privy to except him. Trying to find it by ordinary means was impossible. If you tried looking it up on the internet, the search engine would return the Bermuda Triangle, and that was something else completely. No, trying to get into the Triangle required more effort than that. For one, it was invite only. You needed to find someone who was actually a member of the club and convince them to invite you.

"Are you sure this is the right place?"

Martom, Ralford's friend, parked the car at the side of the road. The black canine looked around whilst Ralford checked the notes he had on his phone. The duo were far from the heart of the city. Instead of being surrounded by tall skyscrapers, busy roads, and the rush of people going out and about, they were instead surrounded by empty streets, vacant warehouses, and shady looking alleyways. They were in the industrial district of the city and were far from any known entertainment establishments. Aside from the occasional flatbed truck carrying shipping containers to bring to the docks, the area was void of any life. It was the dead of night after all.

"Positive," Ralford answered, though he himself was beginning to have his confidence shaken.

Martom looked around once more. The only thing that honestly stood out to him was the blinking street light that clearly needed to have its lightbulb changed. "Look," he said, turning to face Ralford. "I want to have as much fun as you, but I'm not interested in getting shanked tonight. Are you sure the guy you met wasn't fucking with you?"

Ralford fished for the item in his pocket. It was a small blue colored card. There wasn't anything written on it aside from a distinct looking triangle on the front, and a QR code at the back. Upon scanning the QR code, it showed them a map along with a few instructions. They were informed to go to the industrial district and park their car at where they were now. "We're told to wait for someone here."

"What someone?" Martom asked incredulously. "There's no one...!"

Before he could finish the sentence however, the sound of someone tapping at their windshield made him nearly jump out of his seat. "Shit!" he cried out, feeling his heart spike. Even Ralford himself was clearly spooked. On the other side of the driver's window was a well dressed tiger in a suit. He looked clearly out of place.

"Excuse me. Can I ask you two gentlemen a question?" the stranger on the other side asked.

Martom glanced back at Ralford who nodded back at him. "Yes?"

"Are you two looking for the Triangle?"

Ralford blinked. Was this the person they were supposed to wait for? "We are. Can you help us?"

"I can," the tiger responded. "Can I ask for a lift?"

Martom looked at Ralford. The brown deer just nodded in response. "I'm going to die tonight," Martom muttered to himself, before unlocking the door.

"Thank you," the tiger said, before opening the door and hopping into the backseat.

"So..." Martom said, trying to relax despite his rising anxiety. "Can you help us? Have you been to the Triangle before?"

"I have," the tiger answered. "Go straight ahead and turn into that open warehouse near the blue light."

"Blue light?" Martom asked. He had been staring at the street earlier and there was no such thing as a blue light. But when he looked forward, sure enough, there it was. The blinking streetlight from earlier had now stopped flashing and was now instead lit up a bright vibrant blue. Next to it was an open warehouse where the shutters were now slowly rising up automatically.

"Let's go," Ralford said, feeling anxious and nervous.

The car edged along the street, following closely to the mysterious tiger's instructions. Before long, Martom turned the car into the open warehouse and was surprised to find that it was filled to the brim with vehicles. Not just any run of the mill vehicles however as there were cars driven by the average joe, all the way to the expensive looking sports car that was clearly driven by rich people that Ralford and Martom rarely associated themselves with. The vehicles were parked along the walls, and a vacant spot was right in the middle, seemingly just for Ralford and company. A few minutes later, the trio hopped out of the vehicle, the warehouse shutters slowly closing and cutting off access to the public street.

Ralford and Martom were visibly fidgeting. A fact that the tiger noticed. "There's no need to be nervous," he said. "My name is Clark. I am a bouncer."

"Ralford."

"Martom. You are--"

"Before we continue our conversation, may I ask for your invitation?"

"Oh!" Ralford grabbed the blue card out of his pocket. "I was told that I can bring a plus one."

Clark took the card and scanned the QR code with his phone. He was quiet for a few minutes as he checked the validity of their invitation. Once it was all green and clear, the tiger's serious expression softened. "Yes, you are correct, Ralford. The Pointy Triangle is this way. Please, follow me."

Clark then led the two into a nondescript door. He flipped open a panel at the side and keyed in the passcode. Once the door unlocked, it led to a series of stairs that went downwards. A blue door at the end could be seen, illuminated by a lone neon strip. Ralford could see it marked with the club's insignia of a stylized triangle. The sound of party music could faintly be heard coming from behind it. "Are we going to meet Morpheus next?" Martom jokingly asked.

The tiger let out a hearty laugh. "Unfortunately, he isn't on duty tonight." He then cleared his throat. He motioned for the two of them to keep going forward. "Welcome to the Pointy Triangle; be free and release your inner inhibitions."

Ralford nodded. "Thanks, Clark."

With that, Ralford and Martom walked down the path, the sound of the music getting ever so louder as they got closer. Ralford briefly paused as he stood in front of the blue door. His hands hovered above the doorknob. The brown deer hoped that the Pointy Triangle would live up to his expectations given its clandestine nature.

Thankfully, it did that and more.

The first thing that stood out to Ralford was how big the place was. They were actually on the second floor, amusingly enough, and the dance floor itself was on the first, along with the bar. Swiveling lights littered the area, putting on an impressive show that was flashing alongside the beat of the music. Speaking of which, the music itself was hypnotic. Ralford wasn't one for disco and yet the DJ that was mixing the live audio did it in such a way that the deer was unable to stop himself from tapping his feet to the rhythm. It was catchy, it was bouncy, and above all, it was groovy.

A party seemed like it was already well under way. Various patrons walked about and immediately Ralford and Martom stopped in their tracks upon realizing one quick thing. Everyone was in different states of undress. Some, like Ralford and Martom, were still modestly clothed. A few had their shirts off and were walking around bare chested. The majority however were naked as the day they were born. What was even more surprising was how casual everyone was about it. As crazy and sleazy clubs would get, any decent establishment still had rules for proper etiquette. Perhaps the Pointy Triangle was something else entirely. Ralford knew that it was special. Only now was it dawning on him how special it really was.

Ralford turned his head to see Martom visibly ogling the eye candy all around them. He smirked at his friend. "Do you regret coming with me?"

"Hell no," Martom replied, finding his gaze focused on one particular patron.

There was something for everyone. There were young people, old people, fat, thin, small, big; if you had a particular taste for the evening, there was a strong chance you would find them here. Ralford decided to make his way forward, passing by a group of patrons who were getting rather handsy with each other. A few were even openly pleasuring themselves, and one was even outright sucking on another person's cock. It was jarring, but in a way, it excited Ralford. It truly was a place to let your hedonistic desires run wild, free from the judgement of others.

Ralford and Martom sat themselves on the empty stools near the bar. The bartender, a large elephant, acknowledged their presence, and after serving a rather fruity drink to one of the patrons, he then turned his attention towards the two of them. "What can I get you two lovely fellows?"

"How about you?" Martom asked, deciding that now was the time to start his game. They were here to party and drink and he was going to make the best of it.

"Tempting," the elephant responded. "But I'm unfortunately on duty, my good sir. Maybe later after my shift."

"I'll hold you to that," Martom responded. "I'll have a Rum and Coke."

The elephant turned to Ralford. "And you sir?"

"I'll have the same please."

The bartender nodded and began to busy himself. As Martom and Ralford waited for their drinks to be prepared, they entertained themselves by just idly watching the people in the club. Most patrons were out on the dance floor. Bodies rubbing against one another, trying to follow the catchy rhythm the DJ was live mixing. Some were just dancing to the beat, accompanied by what Ralford assumed was their group of friends. A few were more focused on their partner, hands roaming all over and were clearly getting a bit too frisky. Despite the risque behavior, everyone was visibly enjoying themselves. That was when the music changed into something more sensual. The lights dimmed and a man that Ralford assumed was the host appeared on stage. He had a microphone in hand and began to address everyone in the club.

"How's everyone doing tonight?"

A resounding response of affirmation could be heard all around them. Ralford felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see the bartender slide their drinks over to them. "Thank you," he commented, before taking a sip and continuing to listen to what the host had to say.

"Glad to hear that!" the host responded. "I'm sorry to have to cut the music folks, but it's that time of the evening once again. You know it, I know it, we're having a contest!"

The lights all around them lit up in bedazzling colors and further emphasized the game the host had in store for them. A couple of workers then filed out, setting up chairs behind the host who was explaining the mechanics of said contest. "The rules are simple folks. We have special guests tonight and they want to be entertained." As if on cue, three people walked on stage. There was a dragon, an equine, and a bull in that order. The dragon was in a suit, looking like someone that had just stepped out of an office meeting. His expression was blank, save for the permanent scowl seemingly etched on his face. The equine dressed more casually but his attire of choice screamed how wealthy he was: designer jacket and jeans, and a wide array of jewelry to go along with it. His personality was livelier than the dragon's. He was smiling and grinning to the crowd. Ralford got the sense that the equine was someone famous but Ralford couldn't recognize who he was at the current moment. The bull looked like a drug baron, or at least dressed like one. He was wearing sweatpants and a simple sleeveless tee that looked like a size too small for him. He flexed his hand as the spotlight passed over him, earning excited shouts from the crowd. Distinct and intricately designed tattoos were on one side of him. Was this guy in a gang or something?

"How, you may ask?" The host rhetorically pointed out. The three individuals behind him then sat in the chairs that were prepared earlier. "You're going to give them a show worth remembering: a lapdance. The prize? You get to have all the drinks you want from the bar for free and you get the bragging rights to go along with it. You can even use the pole to assert your dominance." He smiled at the crowd. "So who's feeling a little cheeky tonight?"

The crowd began to murmur to themselves and a few daring patrons began to walk to the nearby attendant who was positioned to take the names of the interested individuals. Ralford took another sip of his rum and coke that was now unfortunately half empty. With booze now coursing through his veins, the idea of performing in front of a very excited crowd wasn't as nerve wracking as he originally thought. The prize of having free drinks for the night was already tempting given how nice the liquor actually was.

"Bet."

Ralford turned his head to see Martom grinning at him. "What?"

"Bet," the rottweiler repeated. "I want to strike a bet involving the contest."

Bets. A major part of Ralford and Martom's friendship was their competitive nature. It ranged from something simple as an eating contest, to something that was a bit more adventurous. There was this one time where the punishment involved having to freeball for a week. Ralfrod could still remember the looks he had gotten whilst he went about his daily life in the university. It was then that he realized that a friend of his he long thought was straight, actually had bisexual tendencies. Another fun anecdote was when Martom lost a bet they had and the canine was forced to bottom for a week. It was amusing to see Martom unable to sit down properly in those days. All in all, it was good fun and Ralford and Martom never forced each other to do it if they happened to be uncomfortable about what was on the line. Now though, Ralford was curious as to what was at stake.

"Go on," he said, wondering what his friend had in mind.

"We take part in the contest."

"And the loser?"

"Get fucked."

"Okay that isn't exactly--"

"On stage," Martom finished. He had a smug grin on his face as he was clearly quite proud of what he had just proposed. The idea of doing anything remotely indecent in public wasn't anything new for them. He could still remember the one time Ralford had him streak in public in the nude. While Martom wasn't an exhibitionist at heart, he couldn't deny the excitement he got from doing so as he actually got a boner from streaking that one fateful evening. "So what do you say?" Martom asked, looking at Ralford. "Are you still down for it?"

Ralford looked back to the attendant taking down names of the aspiring contestants. There would be roughly eight participants if he and Martom threw their hat in. Ralford turned his attention to the judges. A lapdance to entertain the three? Ralford couldn't even remember the last time he ever did such a thing seriously. He could remember the last time he tried to do it as a joke, but it was just that: a stupid sexy dance he did to entertain a group of friends during one of those nights they did nothing but drink. Did he even want to risk being humiliated for doing something so outrageous?

Ralford looked back at Martom who seemingly heard the unspoken question he had in his head. Martom smiled, talking to him with his eyes and trying to convince him. Ralford downed the last of the contents in his cup of liquor. The drink went down his gullet, and the resolve to make his decision solidified. He knew he was making the wrong decision. But Ralford knew that was future Ralford's problem.

"Let's do it."

The two men stood up and headed towards the attendant taking down names.

A few minutes later, the attendant handed the clipboard that contained the contestants to the host. Light music began to play in the background. "Alright," he said, eyeing the names on the list. He was pleased to see that while there were some regulars, there were also names he didn't recognize. New members were always important for the club. "Let's get this show started shall we?" The crowd cheered, an excited vibe filling the room. The performers for the evening were sent towards the side and were duly informed of what exactly they were going to be doing.

Outside of the mechanics the host mentioned, Ralford and Martom were informed of other more specific rules. They were allowed to choose their own music if they had something in mind. They were allowed to strip if they so decided. Nudity was something the Triangle wanted, and even encouraged. Most of the contestants took this to heart and actively began to remove clothes, majority of them opting to perform in their underwear. Ralford and Martom figured to keep their clothes on for now. Despite not being professional by any means, they both knew that having more to remove would give them more material to work with.

Then the attendant informed them of what they couldn't do, which was one single rule: the contestants were not allowed to overly touch the judges. If they did, they would be immediately disqualified. The definition of 'overly' was vague; it was probably there to dissuade any curious hands. The attendant then gladly informed them that they would be judged on a scale of one to ten, meaning a perfect thirty would mean absolute victory. On the rare occasion that there would be a tie, then the two people would be crowned winners.

With the explanation out of the way, the contest began.

The crowd cheered and hollered as each contestant did their best to try and win the favor of the judges. Booties were shaken and penises flopped out every now and then. It was clear to everyone that while the prize was very enticing, this was just another activity the Triangle concocted in an effort to give everyone a good time. While some contestants danced to party music, others danced to something more sensual. The term sexually aggressive hip thrusts wasn't something Ralford would ever use in a sentence to describe someone dancing, but here he was. It would seem that particular contestant had never really done a lap dance before but was only spurred on by friends who were now outrageously laughing their ass off whilst at the same time cheering for their companion. The host and the judges were unable to hold back their smiles as well.

"Thank you contestant number 6. That was a very enthusiastic performance." The host then turned his attention to the judges who were now writing the scores on the small whiteboard they had with them. "We've got a seven, a six, and another seven! That's twenty in total! Keep at it contestant number 6, you just might have a future in dancing yet." The crowd let out a light laugh in amusement, Ralford included. Despite the cheery atmosphere however, his competitive side began to bubble out. There was more on the line here than his dignity. And that was his ass. The judges were harsh, but fair. Most of the scores barely broke past twenty one. Ralford figured if he could somehow land a twenty five, he'd be the highest scoring contestant.

"Contestant number 7! You're up!"

Martom took a breath and shook his fingers out. "Wish me luck!"

"I'd rather not," Ralford responded. "I'm going to need it for myself."

The rottweiler just rolled his eyes before heading up the stage. The crowd gave him a supporting cheer as the lights dimmed and the music began to play. Martom opted to go for something bouncy. A popular remix of a pop song that the DJ was more than happy to play for him. He started off simple, swaying his hips back and forth. Martom's strategy was plain and simple. While it was obvious that the judges were the ones who would ultimately score him, it was also just as important to get the crowd on his side. He took off his shirt, tossing it to the corner. The crowd immediately were in awe, and some even cheered at what they saw. Martom was a jock at heart and his body was a proof of it. Slim, fit, athletic, Martom played for the local sports team in the university and he was more than happy to use it to his advantage. Even the judges were focused on him, their eyes following his movements as it was in sync to the rhythm of the music. The song shifted, going to something far smoother and slower. The lights changed to that of a moody glow, signifying the change in tempo. At this point Martom began to unbuckle the belt in his pants. The energy of the crowd was at an all time high. Martom's pants fell and he kicked them towards the side, revealing him to be wearing nothing but a pair of white underwear. A sizable bulge was on full display, bouncing up and down with each step the canine took. Martom made his way towards the nearby pole, using his athletic body to its full advantage. Out of everyone that had participated thus far, he was the only one to have even dared to do pole dancing. Granted, he was the only one who looked like he could do it. Martom secured his legs onto it, and then spun himself around, doing intricate maneuvers that surprised even Ralford. Since when did Martom know how to do pole dancing?

The question lingered in his head as Ralford watched Martom dismount, ending his performance with a stylish flourish, before ultimately leaning back on the pole, chest and hips thrust outwards to the needy crowd that visibly wanted a piece of him.

The host's voice cut through the noise. "Contestant number seven everybody! Thank you! That was something else." Even the judges were giving Martom golf claps in acknowledgement. Ralford wasn't surprised at the score his friend was given.

"Twenty nine! Hell yeah!" Martom cheered. He then walked down the stairs going over to Ralford and grinning happily at him. Ralford, being a good sport, congratulated his friend for his amazing performance.

"That's the highest score so far tonight, folks. Let's see if contestant number eight can kick it to high gear! Contestant number eight, it's your time to shine!"

"I'm off," Ralford said, feeling the anxious jitters course through his body. Not wanting to lose, Ralford was doing his best to come up with something to really wow the crowd. What could he possibly do to stand out? He had been thinking about the rules of the game thus far and was trying to see how he could exploit it. He then glanced at Martom who was smiling smugly to himself. The guy was surrounded by the other contestants, and while they were all happily congratulating him, a few were more than happy to show their appreciation a bit more physically than others. Curious hands were roaming and bulges were being fondled.

That's when it hit Ralford. He knew what he was going to do.

"Good luck," the host said off the microphone as the two passed one another.

The lights began to dim and the music soon played. Ralford opted to go with a more classic routine. Since his talents didn't lie in dancing, he figured to go with a routine he was already familiar with. The music that played was the same pop music he used way back in the day when he did that stupid lapdance he did with a friend of his. It was cheeky, it was bouncy, it had the type of rhythm you can easily snap your fingers too. The crowd was following along, liking the energy the music brought with it. Ralford decided to capitalize on this by beginning to undress as well. He took off his shirt, revealing his bare chest to the crowd that was more than happy to ogle him. Next came his jeans, leaving him standing in his skimpy jockstrap.

Martom, who stood at the side, cursed and shook his head. "Fucked. I knew I should have worn a jockstrap today."

Much like Martom, Ralford himself was athletic, being part of the running team in the university. His muscles were well defined from years of keeping himself fit and able, and the side exercises of weight lifting gave his biceps a modest growth in size. His legs were powerful yet slim, neither excessive nor lacking. The brown deer made his way towards the judges, opting to go to the dragon who was eyeing with him intense scrutiny. Ralford took this as his chance to be more forward. Most of the contestants were swayed from doing too much with the judges given the rule that could lead to disqualification. Ralford acted like there was no rule. At first he started off simple, playfully shaking his ass at the dragon who watched it with idle curiosity. He then opted to be more forward, turning around and dancing close enough that he could feel the dragon's hot breath. In a maneuver that surprised even Ralford himself, the deer grabbed hold of the dragon's necktie and pulled him close. The dragon was taken aback at the forwardness, his blank expression cracking and for the first time showing emotion. Ralford met the dragon's eyes and was surprised to find that the dragon was actually smiling. He only hoped it was a good thing.

Ralford then backed off, worried that he was overstepping. He didn't want to get disqualified. The cheers of the crowd was something else. They were eating up the performance, clearly happy with the display of dominance. Ralford wasn't an exhibitionist by any means, but it was difficult not to be turned by having his ego stroked. His body responded, and soon his bulge became ever more prominent against his jockstrap. Someone in the crowd obviously got a bit thirsty as they all began to chant one thing.

"Take it off!"

It was repeated in a chorus and the music seemingly swelled to emphasize the opportunity. Ralford didn't plan on actually stripping fully naked for everyone to see, but it was too late now. Besides, he didn't want to disappoint. He turned around, displaying his ass for everyone to see, and gave it a teasing shake. His jockstrap slowly slid down, tracing the contours of his shapely legs. Once his slowly hardening cock was on display, the energy of the crowd went up two fold. The judges were smiling to themselves, looking like they were all in agreement about something. Even the host at the corner was visibly pleased with how things were going.

Ralford ended the performance by posing seductively to the crowd, his body on full display and giving no one in particular bedroom eyes. The music faded into the background and the sounds of cheers and applause filled the room. The host walked up to him and gave him a nod before acknowledging the rest of the crowd. "Contestant number eight, bringing in the heat! Let's see what the judges have to say for that!"

Ralford and the host turned their heads to see the judges had already scribbled their scores. To no one's surprise, it was high. What caught Ralford off guard however, was the value. "Twenty nine!" the host cried out. "We have a tie folks!" He then turned to the contestants who were all looking at Martom. The host motioned for Martom to come on stage. "Contestant number seven, why don't you join us?"

Martom ran up the stage to join the two, and Ralford was taken aback at his friend pulling him into a hug. "Dude, that was amazing!" His expression then shifted. "Did you know about this contest ahead of time?"

Ralford shook his head. "No. I just know what the people like," he responded.

The host turned to face the crowd of people who were cheering. "My dear patrons, our winners for this evening's contest! Give them a round of applause." The host then turned to look at Ralford and Martom, turning off the microphone. "Great stuff, you two. Have you both done this before?"

Ralford and Martom shook their heads. "Nah, we don't."

"Really?" The host said, surprised at the answer. He thought for sure they did this as a side hustle given the way they moved. "Well, the stage is yours for the evening. The bartender knows who you two are so you can get any drink you want. Have a good evening, you two."

Music began to play and a few of the dancers at the front of the stage went up to join the two of them. Hands began to roam all over and Ralford and Martom were both surprised at the sudden attention they were getting. It seemed everyone wanted a piece of them. That was when Ralford remembered the bet he and Martom had going. He turned around to find the canine cozying up to a lizard who was admiring his biceps. Ralford cleared his throat. "Are you forgetting something, Martom?"

The canine blinked. Then sheepishly turned his head. "Oh, right," he remarked. "Wait a minute. We both won though! Shouldn't that be a draw?" Ralford was about to say something when Martom cut him off. "You know what, after a performance like that, I think you beat me fair and square. I concede."

Ralford shrugged but decided to take his prize nonetheless. Party music began to play and the crowd they were in began to move to the rhythm. Martom found himself shamelessly grinding against Ralford, enjoying the song as well as making sure to excite his companion. Hands roamed all over, and this time they were with intent. Somewhere down the line Martom's underwear was tossed to the side, leaving both him and Ralford naked amidst the other club goers who were in various states of undress. No one really paid them much heed at this point as each was busy getting to know one another. It seemed the lewd energy was infecting everyone as the crowd they were in were slowly getting more and more rowdy. The ones that did see Ralford and Martom get more personal with each other decided not to intervene. Besides, the free show was more than enough to keep them occupied.

Ralford's hands caressed Martom's body, the former always loving how the latter's body felt in his hands. Despite having had sex numerous times on many different occasions, it was still something Ralford relished. Martom felt his body shake, the touch of his friend feeling electric on his skin. Their bets have always landed them in steamy situations, but this was by far the most absurd out of all of them. There was something exciting about how other people were watching. Maybe Martom did have a thing for exhibitionism. Or if he didn't, he was developing one now. Ralford meanwhile was solely focusing on Martom. The energy of the room and the depravity of what they were doing came crashing into him like waves. He never imagined he would be fucking his friend in front of strangers this evening, and yet here he was, happily tapping his friend's bubbly ass with his now stiffening cock.

With a little bit of easing, he was able to slide inside. Hungry eyes watched from the sidelines as the thick horse cock slipped in without much difficulty. The pre that dripped from the tip was more than enough to get things going. Martom let out a sensual moan; maybe even overexaggerating a bit to the crowd of jealous onlookers who were now focusing on them. Some were openly jerking themselves off. Others were joining in at the side and having fun with their respective partners. A spontaneous orgy bubbled in the middle of the dance floor, a chorus of low moans and grunts mixing in with the music. Everyone was lost in the moment.

Ralford began his thrusts, easing in and out of Martom's ass that was seemingly doing its best to squeeze the every living life out of Ralford's cock. It was the thing he loved about Martom. He knew what to do with his ass when he needed to. He grabbed hold of the canine and increased his pace, making sure to break past the man's defenses. Before long, Martom was panting heavily, tongue lolling at the side and eyes threatening to turn and face the back of his skull. Ralford was spreading him wide open, and the deer was more enthusiastic than normal. Martom figured Ralford was trying to put on a show for the jealous viewers. It was definitely working as some looked like they were desperate to ask to be next.

Martom's cock bobbed freely in the air, bouncing up and down and swaying left and right like an uncontrollable pendulum. He was so aroused that even his knot was inflating, smacking the base of his crotch every now and then with each thrust Ralford did. The excitement of being taken in front of a watching crowd was enough to push Martom over the edge. He came unceremoniously, spurting hot semen into the crowd without warning. The people watching were surprised but more than welcomed it. Some even tried to catch it with their mouth to see if they could get a taste of it. Martom howled, feeling his orgasm course through the entirety of his body. Behind him was Ralford, ejaculating as well, as he found the canine's ass too difficult to resist. His equine cock pumped the man full to the brim, the sheer excess soon exiting his companion and dripping onto the floor and making a mess of things. Ralford's thrust soon died down and what was left was nothing but a sloppy mess and a canine's ass that was battered and slick with fresh cum.

"Fuck, that was good," Martom commented, letting out a shiver as Ralford removed his cock from him.

"And here you were having cold feet earlier," Ralford teased.

A few curious onlookers decided to try their luck. One even went so far as to fondle Martom to which the canine happily allowed. Soon, curious hands began to roam all over, and bodies grinded against one another. Ralford soon felt his cock stir once more, and before he could even do something about it, a warm mouth soon followed.

The night was still young and many more depravity were soon to follow. Ralford and Martom smiled at one another, happy to be part of the Pointy Triangle.