FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The husky delivery man knocks on the door of this strange mansion way out of town. He can't even believe they allow deliveries this far out. He better get a good tip for this. While waiting for a response he looks around, taking in the scenery which is mostly just pillars made up of statues of sexy men in various poses. He definitely feels attraction to these men, and he's messed around before with other guys, but it's never been fully enjoyable or fun. It was always a dump your load in their ass and leave situation. He's getting tired of holding the two large pizzas and starts knocking on the door loudly again. How does a place this big not have some kind of doorbell?! He decides to double check his order and notices that in the preferences section that he needs to come inside and call out for someone. He shrugs, pulls up his khaki pants because he forgot to put on a belt today, and pushes the door open.

"Hello?" His voice instantly echoing through the foyer. "Pizza is here! I'm Richard, your delivery guy!" He waits for a moment, and still gets no response. "Yo, Pizza!" he yells even louder. After wait seems like an eternity, a deep voice comes through what sounds like speakers.

"I'm sorry for the wait! Thank you for coming! Please come further in, second door on the right." Their voice seemed deep and commanding, like a very important person. Richard shrugs as he closes the door behind him and suddenly the room lights up. The lights come up from the floor and are positioned underneath multiple statues of more sexy men. Each one of them, like outside, have nice big bellies with some muscular features and defined pecs. Behind the statues are paintings of gay sex, each one of different kinks and positions, but always containing large men. Richard just rolls his eyes as he continues in.

"This guy will probably try to get in my pants," Richard thinks to himself, rubbing his prominent belly. His red polo shirt not hiding any curve in his torso, in fact it's almost too tight and his belly sticks out from underneath slightly. It goes well with his dark gray husky fur, especially since he lets his chest fur on display. His nipples stick out a bit, which also makes him embarrassed. He wishes his workplace would get him a bigger shirt to wear soon. The khakis on the other hand are a bit big, and sag a little bit. Richard is embarrassed to admit, but he has a large package that is hard to hide. When soft, his dick is 6 inches and if something gets him going it grows to 9, so he wears his underwear a bit tight and his pants a bit loose to hide this. His face is mostly gray with one white spot above his right eye and a splotch of white on his left lower jaw. He has strangely emerald green eyes, as well as the left ear being floppy while the right stays perked straight up. He stands at about 5 foot 11 inches, being a pretty big boy.

After passing numerous erotic examples of his own body type for what seems like an eternity, he finally reaches the second door on the right. As he starts to swing open the door he pokes his head in asking, "Is there a mister Manfred in here?" Light streams through the doorway into another dark room and the first thing he sees is... even more statues. These are at least normal sized, but display something a little different from all the other statues. Each of their manhood stand erect and they are all in the same pose, their hands placed on their hips and they seem... lifelike.

Richard believes he's found the wrong room when the voice comes back over the intercom saying, "You found it at last! Please, come in come in! We were just about to start a little game..."

"Is Mr. Manfred here? I got your two large pineapple pizzas here," Richard says as he starts to walk in a bit more, looking for any sign of movement or a body that isn't completely frozen, or at least naked. As he moved in, he pulls out the receipt, getting ready to hand over the goods when the door shuts behind him with a loud bang! Startled, he turns around and grabs the door handle, attempting to pull it back open, but it won't budge. "Dude, what the fuck?!" He practically throws the pizza on the ground and grabs the brass handle with both hands, one foot on the wall trying to pull it back open... when the handle pops off. He falls backwards, landing on his ass at the foot of one of the statues.

"Wow that was a close one!" The deep voice returns from the ether. "You almost started the game before I could give you the rules!"

"This isn't funny, dude! Just pay me for the pizza and let me outta here! I didn't sign up to play any 'games'!" Richard stands back up and goes back over to the pizza. "If you don't, I'm smashing your pizza right now!"

"Now now mister... Richard did you say? The pizza isn't actually important here. You are! You're our honored guest for today!" Fanfare and cheering is now played over speakers. It's extremely cheesy and lame. "You are the contestant in one of my favorite games, Double Dick Matching!" Fanfare and cheering plays once again.

Richards lets out an exasperated sigh, takes a deep breath and releases it, and calms down before saying, "Fine. I'll play your little _game,_but you gotta let me out when it's over." On the last word, the lights come on from high in the ceiling, revealing the rest of the room. Countless statues of male figures with round, robust bellies, defined pecs and all shapes and sizes of species with their dicks on full display. All colorful and lifelike, in the same pose and with many differences, but also similarities. The room itself has a tiled floor with red carpet running down each row of statues that face inwards toward each other. The walls and ceiling are an unimpressive concrete, instead giving a feeling of being a prisoner.

"So glad to hear that!" Manfred's voice booms through the room, echoing and bouncing all around Richard. "You have my word that you will be released once the game is over... if you still want to be." Richard notices that last bit, but doesn't quite catch the words.

"Rule number one!" More fanfare is played. "Have fun!" Richards eyes roll in the back of his head as he groans.

"Rule number two! The player must go around and find the one matching pair of 'statues' in the room. There is only one pair that is exactly alike. Once they are found, the player officially wins!" Seems simple enough, Richard considers to himself.

"Rule number three! If the player touches or selects any two statues that are incorrect, he will be in debt to the game and must service those men!" Richards eyes widen.

Richard yells out, "The fuck?! First of all, those are just statues, they can't move! Second of all, do you really expect me to give myself in service to a stranger?!"

"You'll find it 'hard' to resist such temptations in my manor young man!" He hears a light chuckle following that comment. "Rule number four! There will be no harm or injuries caused during the game. And with that... let the game BEGIN!" Fanfare is once again played with cheering before the room goes completely silent, leaving Richard stunned at the situation he's in. All he came to do was deliver some pizza, get probably a petty tip and leave. Now he's stuck inside this huge room with a bunch of statues of naked men and having to play a fucked up game of some pervert. If he didn't have some attraction to men, this would be a problem. Richard rationalizes to himself though that once he gets out of here, he can just report this to the police and that'll be the end of that.

He decides he wants to start at one end of the room and go down each row in order to keep track of his position. The room is massive, and there could be hundreds of statues in this place. Finding a single pair in all of these could be as difficult as a needle in a haystack. He does his best to take in the details of each body, inspecting the curve and size of the dick, the fur colors, the shape of the belly and nipples. Some of them even have accessories, like cock rings and piercings. All of them are attractive and have a cocky attitude or look to them. Richard then notices is own dick has gotten slightly hard. He's started to admire these men instead of just examining! He smacks his face with his hands a couple time before continuing on, renewing his attempts at inspecting just the details. Several rows in, he finds a large fox that seems very similar to one that he saw before, just a couple rows over. Carefully, without touching, he moves around the entirety of the statue, looking at the front and back, getting down on all fours and jumping up looking at every inch of the specimen. He then runs back over to the other row and finds the fox he was thinking of. They indeed look very similar. They both have broad chests with plump, round nipples. Their dicks are 5 ½ inches long with a slight curve upward. Their balls don't hang particularly low, but each ball is prominent and round. Their fur is a deep maroon color with a circular white spot covering their entire belly that hang down slightly, almost meeting their upturned dicks.

Richard nods to himself and calls out, "I choose this one, and the other fox I looked at two rows away!" Fanfare is played for a moment and he starts to believe he's won... when the statue in front of him starts moving! It steps down from the pedestal, a very cocky grin on his face, his blue eyes leering down at Richard. He just noticed that he didn't pay attention to their height at all! This fox was standing just about Richard's height, only about one inch taller, but the heft of the fox made him feel small. The fox gets closer to him as he hears footsteps from behind. The other fox saunters up, a lascivious look on his face. That's when Richard notices this fox is at least 2 inches taller than him! The amount between the two is so small, but they are clearly different. He then becomes sandwiched between the two, one belly pressed into his own and the other into his back. Their hands start rubbing his chest, shoulders, hips and rear. They are touching him all over the place while being pinned between their bodies... and Richard finds himself feeling warm, and safe. There's something about being embraced in all this weight that makes him melt into each of them. He starts to feel something... no, two things slide between his thighs. Their cocks are pushing in and out between his closed thighs, together in a rhythm, his pants being stained in their precum. Richard now finds himself staring into the chest of the fox in front of him, and wondering how much fun it could be to play with it a bit. Fun? Richard hadn't thought of these interactions as fun before.

"Go for it." The fox's voice in front of him says. "I promise it'll be a lot of fun." Richard hesitates for a moment, but it would be nice to have some fun for once. He moves his hands up to the furry chest and starts rubbing into it, bouncing the pecs in his hands, pinching and twisting the nipples causing the fox to moan lightly.

Richard in the moment then says, "You like that, don't you?" He starts growling as he starts caressing and further pinching the fox, enjoying the delightful moans leaving his mouth.

"Yes sir, please give me more!" The fox says, still rutting with his companion between Richards legs, slightly picking up the pace. The other fox has sneakily brought his hands around Richard and using a clawed finger made a small rip in his shirt. With ease, the tight shirt starts ripping and the fox tears it off all at once, exposing Richards dark fur and chubby body. His nipples are erect and at attention and his stomach is firm and bouncy. The foxes both press their own bellies further against him, getting their dicks further between his thighs, panting heavily. Richard knows what's about to happen, not even caring about his work shirt being shredded in half and starts playing with the fox nipples more fervently.

"Do it, bitches! Spray your loads!" Richard growls at them. The foxes are sent over the edge, their cum spraying up to each others tummies and drenching Richard's pants. "Good boys," he says, before they both step back from him. Without a word, their return to their pedestals and assume their positions, almost as if they were never alive in the first place. Richard realizes what just happened. He just fucked with a couple of statues, and enjoyed it! He's never acted like that before. Usually there's no excitement or words, just a bottom in the air to stick his junk in, let out his load and leave. That was actually... fun. Leaving the daze of the situation, he decides he doesn't like the feeling of his pants being as wet as they are and discards them, revealing his yellow well-fit undies. "I'll change at home before going back to work," he thinks to himself. "Oh yeah... I need to get out of here still." Hopeful, he returns to the door he came in, but it still won't budge. His cock is currently chubbed at about half-mast and is barely peaking out the top of the waist band. He tries to tuck it into the tight prison and forget about it and moves on to complete this stupid game.

5 Minutes? 10 Minutes? Half an hour? 3 hours? Richard can't tell how long he's been looking and how many models he's looked at, and his dick hasn't gone down once. A lot of times, he finds himself looking intensely at specific statues, thinking they are similar to another, but ends up just admiring the physique and manhood. Finally, he runs into the first of this particular species, a bison. With how rare it seems to be in this room, surely there's a counterpart that is a match, right? Richard looks around for a moment and notices the other Bison easily just a few statues down in the same row, how lucky! They both have their nipples pierced, their cocks are a big 8 inches log each, their girth sitting at the size of Richard's wrist, and their pecs are muscular and rock hard. Their dark brown fur, red eyes and horns that are only a couple inches, blunted on the ends and curved down and inward into a spiral. Again, their faces have cocky looks like they want to completely own Richard, and that thought causes his dick to throb slightly. He remembers to check their height as well, and they match. Both of them are a massive four inches taller than him, but they are so similar at this point, and he's been looking for so long it's time to make a decision.

"I choose these two Bison!" The fanfare plays once again and Richards heart falls from his chest to his stomach as he stares up in awe at the Bison as he comes to life. Stepping down from the pedestal, Richards hears something. He has three gold rings on his left ear! Quickly looking down the row at the other bison, there is also three gold rings on their ear... but it's the right ear. His first thought is, "Dammit!" but that quickly disappears as the bison already in front of him grabs his Richard's dick in his slightly wet and musky underwear and plays with it, gently stroking the tip peaking out the top.

"Someone's packing!" The bison whispers as his face gets ever so closer to Richard's. The other bison hasn't arrived yet as the two's lips meet, locked together, their tongues now wrestling for dominance. Richard isn't used to being manhandled, and a fire builds inside him as he fights back. He pushes forward into the bison, who unexpectedly falters slightly and allows the smaller males tongue to penetrate his muzzle. Richard picks up the pace as he starts pinching and twisting the small, hard nipples of the beast in front of him, hearing moans of weakness. The other bison has arrived and starts feeling Richards ass, slipping into the underwear.

Richard noticing that he has the first bison in control, he turns and barks at the other one saying, "Get down there and fucking worship me already!" clearly not in the mood for teasing. The other bison is clearly stunned and without a word kneels down, pulling Richard's last line of defense down to his ankles, and spreading his cheeks. His tongue rolls out and meets the husky ass, and a satisfied growl leaves Richard's mouth. Going further with his newfound power over these men, he places his hands on the shoulders of the first bison and pushes him down to his knees as well. His cock now being slapped in the face of the bison. "That's right sluts, get to work!" The one in front of him moves to lick his cock, but he stops him with his hand. "You're supposed to say something, aren't you?"

The bison licks his lips in anticipation and quietly says, "Yes sir. Thank you, sir!" Richard then pushes the bison's face into his cock, sending it down their throat with ease. He feels satisfied, having two of these hunks now servicing him, one eating out his ass while the other feasts on his 9 inches of manhood. They don't seem like they've done this before though and he has to keep telling them what to do and what spots to hit. Suddenly, one of the foxes from earlier appears, carrying a small box and holds it out to Richard without a word. Richard opens it to find a paddle, a flogger, and a leather harness. A grin creeps over his face. Allowing the two now subservient men to learn their places, he locks the harness in place on himself and grabs the paddle and whip. The fox leaves, still without a word.

"You, get on all fours behind the other," Richard says to the bison seemingly in bliss licking his ass. At first, he seems sad and hesitant, but does as told and starts to slowly move over to his doppelganger. The change isn't quick enough and as he passes, Richard takes the paddle and smacks their ass. A small yelp leaves their mouth as they quickly shuffle over much more quickly than before. "Well? Eat his ass!" The bovine quickly complies, spreading his companions cheeks and diving straight in. The bison that has been attempting and not quite succeeding at taking in all of Richard's 9 inches starts to moan at the foreign feeling. Each time he fails to fully take the cock in his mouth, Richard cracks the flogger on his back. Richard then notices the hand masturbating the bovine length and cracks the flog again saying, "I did not say you could touch yourself, bitch!" Quickly the hand moves away and up to the canine dick, now caressing the balls that are churning with power. "That's more like it," husky growls, leering down at the scene in front of him. Finally, they've learned their place and what they need to do. His cock is being swallowed with ease, only a few chokes here and their and being drooled on by the moaning, slutty mess under him that's being pleasured at the rear by his other new slut who can't seem to get enough of the now sweaty, musky hole.

"You!" pointing at the second bison, "get under him and suck his dick!" Remembering what happened last time he moves quickly, rolling on his back and sliding underneath his partner and quickly shoving their massive dick in their mouth, but still not touching their own member. Richard, with a loud plop, pulls his cock out of the bitch mouth he was using and moves behind them. He pushes the bovine onto all fours and smacks the paddle into their ass. Richard isn't aware, but he's truly reduced this previously cocky bovine into a drooling slutty mess, and with each smack of the paddle releases a gush of precum into the muzzle of his compatriot. Richard is feeling too needy at this point though and has to get off. He bends down slightly to the large frame of the beast, lines his cock up with his new fuck hole and starts pushing in. There is some resistance, but with patience it begins giving in. Each inch sliding in slowly, the slut taking deep breaths, relaxing as much as he can, never experiencing this before, but now wants it all too much to bear. All 9 inches of canine dick penetrates the ass, claiming its reward. Richard lets it rest for a moment before pulling it all out and slamming it back in all at once. The bison moans out loudly, clearly enjoying the treatment.

"Take it, bitch!" Richard starts slamming his massive rod without restraint, like a battering ram with his knot straining to get inside. The hulking creature below him starts bucking back into the fuck stick, begging for more as the other one struggles to keep the dick in their mouth. Richard feels the resistance within himself fading completely. This is the fun he has always missed out on! He wants to breed bitches, to teach them their place! And this is where it all starts. These sluts underneath him are under his control, doing what he wants, and it feels so good. With this realization, he's not able to stand the pressure built up in his balls. With one last effort he slams his cock deep into the bull, the ass not able to withstand the force and allowing the knot to pop inside loudly leaving him howling, the sound echoing across the entire room. Richard's seed rockets into their stomach. He's never felt anything this intense before in his life. It feels. So. Good!. He howls into the air, as he unloads himself, any semblance of his former, lax self leaving him. The sluts below him moan together loudly, one drinking the cum from the other while spraying their own jizz into the air and on Richard's ass, landing on their own stomach.

Breathing heavily, Richard has to wait for several minutes for his dick to soften before it can leave its encasement with a loud 'plop!'. He stands, letting the ass and his dick drip his seed down while the bison on his back moves down to catch it all in his mouth. "Good little sluts," he says as he watches it with satisfaction.

"According to secret rule number five, I think we have a winner!" The deep, gruff voice rings out through the room through the speakers again. "Rule number fives states when the contestant finds what he truly wants, he wins!" Fanfare is played once again with even more cheering, all the while Richard stands there feeling proud of himself. Standing above a couple bitches he taught and their place. "As promised, you are free to go if you wish, or you can stay here and help more contestants learn their desires."

Richard thinks for a moment before saying, "Let me out. I have some more teaching to do." He grips the flogger and paddle in his hands tightly, a mischievous grin on his face and a lewd look in his eyes.

"Very well! Thank you for playing!" a loud clicking sound occurs and Richard hears the door slam open against the wall. "Oops, I need to fix that so it doesn't slam so hard..." he hears slightly through the room. Richard, unashamed of his current condition steps out of the building, cum in his fur, his maleness out and proud to the outside world carrying sex tools and wearing a sexy leather harness that frame his pecs nicely. He takes a deep breath and steps out thinking to himself, "Time to teach some bitches."