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Goddammit. Axel tore his eyes from his computer screen with an irritated huff, wiping his gooey paw across his chest, smearing lube through his fur. On his screen, a fox bounced on two cocks at once, his high-pitched whines showing ecstasy that Axel couldn't experience. Usually, Axel couldn't get enough of twinks ruined by huge dicks, but today it was more frustrating that his favorite porn star posted a new series than anything.

It wasn't that Axel wasn't trying to get himself off. His cock's drooling tip, messing the floor below from the curve of his drooping equine cock, attested to that. No, it was his fucking arm. One accident at work and he started the most miserable vacation of his life. After working through every streaming service he owned, watching everything possible, all he had left was porn. Resigning himself to a cum-soaked twilight of unwashed musk with no sense of time, he thought he could at least enjoy himself.

Wrong. Axel's left hand, while up to the task of stroking him off, felt wrong. So incredibly offputting that he couldn't stay hard for more than a minute, resulting in some of the most painful blue balls he'd ever experienced, a leaky cock, and an inability to focus on anything but the desire to get off. Not even the prostate massager buzzing away in his ass, inflated to maximum and set to a mighty rumble that could double as an earthquake generator, sent him over the edge.

Staring at his cock's flagging erection, torn between excitement and a desire for rest, he ran his fingers along the underside. He was too proud to hire a prostitute, though some tight young thing with an eager mouth and a sloppy ass did sound like heaven, and it was clear his hand wouldn't be enough. What else was there? He'd worked his way through his entire toy collection, even stuffed a finger into his cock tip and rubbed himself raw, but orgasm stayed stubbornly out of reach.

Standing, Axel groaned as his heavy balls swayed, twinging with pent-up need. His dick spat another drooling protest, sagging under its weight, and his ass clenched sympathetically as the massager pressed more firmly against his prostate. Fuck it. He might as well get some sleep. The combination of horny fog and exhaustion led him to his bed. Carefully maneuvering himself into his silk sheets, closing his eyes as he propped his aching arm on a few pillows, sandwiching his cock between his stomach and the bed, he let out an annoyed sigh.

The steady drip of his cock didn't stop as he reached behind himself, ready to remove the toy from his ass and give up for the night, staining the blue sheets and soaking into his mattress, but he didn't care, instead focusing on the slow stretch of the massager leaving his ass. Shivering at the empty sensation and hungry clench of his greedy donut, he pulled the blankets around himself, trying to sleep.

Sleep was just as elusive as Axel's orgasm. Every time he thought his dick would give up, it surged again, bringing another inconvenient puddle. He felt like a horny teenager again, his thoughts taken over by the sloppy shove of his cock in an imaginary ass and his dick doing its best to soak his entire mattress. He wouldn't be able to sleep until he got off.

With no other option but to attempt to pleasure himself again, Axel propped himself on a pillow, pressing his forehead into it and taking advantage of his cock's overproductive drool, smearing its length over the messy silk. It was softer than he usually enjoyed, but thankfully, it wasn't as strange and awful as his left hand, sending a tingle of relief through him. It might take a while, but maybe he could cum.

Slow and mechanical, Axel's hips thrust against the bed, his tail hiking above his clenching hole. Fevered fantasies of wobbling cheeks wreathing his cock danced through his head, transporting him from his slow, sloppy glide. Instead, he was on a beach, hunched over a cream-colored ass in a speedo, stretching a wet, pink hole around his cock as his fingers pulled the stretchy cloth aside.

Exploring his fantasy, Axel took hold of eager cheeks and luxuriated in the needy moan of his phantom lover. The white fox melted like warm butter around his cock, swiveling hips in a slow circle to press Axel's dick against his sweet spot, and Axel copied every motion, dragging a pillow between his legs to mimic the softness of his daydream. That puffy pink hole rolled against his cock, tugging him back in with eager clenches, but there was almost no resistance as he pushed forward, filling a flat feminine stomach into a lewd bulge.

Chestnut hair falling in his face, Axel smeared his dick across the pillow, ruining the expensive silk pillowcase with his gooey need. Cheeks clenching as he pinned it beneath him, he rutted the makeshift sex toy hard enough to make the bedsheets squeak, mouth hanging open as his whole body worked toward an elusive finish. Of course, Axel barely noticed what was going on around him. How could he when his imagination begged so sweetly?

As he grew more impatient, Axel's fantasies grew more greedy. Now it wasn't simply one fox begging for his dick; it was three. Three colors splayed before him, spreading soft cheeks and hiking tails over arched backs. He entered an orange rump with an eager, growling groan, burying his fingers in the other two as they whimpered in disappointment, seeking solace in each others' mouths like a perverted yin and yang. Sharing sloppy strings of saliva, canine tongues dancing against each other, they put on a show; one hole still gaped from Axel's cock while the other remained pretty and tight.

Spurred on by his perverted fantasy, Axel humped hard enough to make his bedsprings squeak in protest, flattening the pillow and threatening to bore a hole in it with his hardness. He was making progress. His dick practically vibrated with desire, and every thrust sent a shooting star of pleasure through his body, coiling in his stomach and puckering his abused ass between steely chestnut cheeks. It wouldn't be long before he reached the finish his body demanded and his mind craved.

The final fox wrapped himself around Axel's phantom cock with an eagerness that the other two couldn't match, mashing eager teeth and lips against Axel's. Black fur stretched and stained with the bounce of his canine cock's drooling webs of precum rubbed against Axel's lighter brown. Screaming for Axel's cock, he threw his head back while the horse surged into him with bone-breaking speed, pushing his legs backward until he folded in half, showing no signs of discomfort.

"Fuuuucck." Ass clenching hard enough to crack walnuts, Axel humped wildly, tail thrashing as though swatting invisible flies. He was close. So fucking close. Desperate to finish and worried that his orgasm would flee, he bit down on the pillow in front of him and thrust like a madman, moaning triumphantly as sticky ropes of goo slopped from his cock, ruining his mattress and coating every inch of him in liquid musk.

Eyes glazed over and hips moving on their own, Axel basked in the warm glow of orgasm, every movement foaming his messy orgasm and causing sounds that would make a prostitute blush as slimy satisfaction smeared itself over everything. His balls churned harder, twinging as if to say, 'Give us more,' while a surge of energy filled his body, demanding to burn itself off. He obliged, throwing off the blankets and wallowing in the scent of his desire as his hips continued their pistons.

The three foxes of his daydream melted away, leaving Axel disappointed until he felt something above him and the heavy flop of something between his cheeks. Faceless but somehow smirking, a bull hunched over Axel's back, testing his hole with a foreskin-covered cock, peeling back the extra skin and rolling his drooling tip against Axel's donut. That chiseled physique wasn't what Axel looked for in a man, but somehow it excited him, making him feel small and vulnerable.

Smearing his messy, gooey spend over his hole, Axel imagined that phantom cock stretching him suddenly, ruining his virgin hole. It wasn't his hips driving him into the bed anymore; it was the earth-shaking desire of the man above him, too strong to resist and too horny to go easy on him. Fuck, when did Axel develop a submissive streak?

Axel didn't think of himself as a bottom before this moment, but this fantasy tickled something deep inside him. Letting out high-pitched whimpers into the pillow clenched between his teeth, he smeared himself through his orgasm, oversensitive cock demanding more and hole softening to welcome his duo of fingers, simulating the massive cock ruining him.

Soft lips demanded Axel's, slipping a drooling tongue between his lips and smearing a drippy gloss across them, stuffing his throat, and a meaty hand slipped around his throat, squeezing hard enough to let him know he wasn't in charge without harming him. He was so wet with bovine pre that the bull could go all out, smashing his prostate, and he swore he could feel his stomach stretching, his abs barely containing the bull's dick.

That image was enough to push him over the edge again, his stomach stretched and his cock slapping against it helplessly, nothing but a toy in a hulking male's paws. Adding another equally creamy load to the mess beneath him, Axel went limp, fingers still pounding away at his slackened hole. Pushing back against the imaginary cock, he propped himself against his cast-covered arm, ignoring the pain of his healing bone and getting on all fours.

Taking a fistful of Axel's mane, the bull sheathed himself to the root, huge balls clapping against the equine's emptied orbs hard enough to hurt. Axel was his bitch, and he was going to claim him, whether Axel wanted it or not, and fuck; he wanted it.

Weakly spurting the third load onto the sloppy, foaming wet spot below him, Axel felt his body seize up, his legs shuffling weakly and eyes clenching tightly shut. Muffling his groans of ecstasy into the pillow in front of him, he imagined the aftermath of the bull's orgasm. The warm bloom of cum in his ass and the heavy THROB of that magnificent cock, so powerful that he swore he could feel his stomach flutter.

Finally freed from his overwhelming need to cum, Axel abandoned his abused hole, collapsing forward into the mess and grumbling as its cooling musk coated him. Usually, he'd clean himself up and change his clothes and sheets, but the heavy fog of contentment eased him further into the bed, and every muscle screamed at him to stay still, overworked, and finally at ease. One night sleeping in his mess couldn't hurt.

Barely able to think, Axel flipped over onto his side. He felt so hot he swore his breath was steaming, and his dick throbbed painfully, raw and overused but satisfied, while his ass sang from his overeager fingering. As he drifted off, he couldn't help but imagine the bull again, a smirk crossing his lips. Maybe it was time to broaden his horizons and finally pop his anal cherry. His boss's son was a strapping young bull, and he'd seen more than a passing glance thrown his way.

Already planning ways to get into his twenty-something pants, Axel dozed off, the scent of sex around him sure to invade his dreams.