Full Service
Full Service
by Rune
2008
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The grey-furred hyena shut off the car's engine and sighed. The windowless drab brick wall of the building loomed in front of him. Above a single glass door block letters read "Foxlove's Entertainment Services." It was the only sign Brack had he was in the right place.
Maybe he had it all wrong. The website for the place was pretty explicit, but they couldn't possibly really mean what he thought, could they? Maybe it was just a joke, a prank-site to misdirect people to some mundane business's office. There was only one way to find out.
He took the keys into his pocket, and stepped out of the car. It was an ordinary clear summer's afternoon, a few puffy clouds in the sky, the sounds of city traffic from all directions. His stomach fell in a pang. It was just too ordinary. It had to be a place that manufactured balloons or rented out mimes. Any other form of "entertainment." The second he walked up to the front desk of what real business was there, and asked the inevitable question, was probably going to be most embarrassing moment of his life. He was blushing already.
He went to take a step forward and shivered instead. What if it wasn't a joke? What if the place was for real? There would be no going back. He would be entirely at their mercy. Those legal webpages he had signed, holding the stylus to his computer screen so confidently, now seemed to weigh like a ball and chain. No right for him or any friends or family to sue or even prosecute for any injury or death. Period. The wording of the forms was just as explicit as everything else on the website, which made them iron-clad.
He took a deep breath and found himself walking forward before he realized it. The doorway approached like watching a dream. He pushed it open and stepped into darkness. A claustrophobic corridor twisted around to an identical glass door. From outside, one couldn't even see the front office.
The second door opened with a gorgeous wind chime, facing a desk with... a naked leopardess! She looked up at him, tightening one cheek coyly. Heart pounding, he stepped forward, to see his mind was already playing tricks on him. She was wearing a very small black bikini top that wasn't visible behind the desk from the angle of the doorway. Her headfur was topped with a red and purple spikey mohawk, and her ears and lip were pierced. A tribal tattoo started just below her neckline, cresting around her shoulder and down her arm to the wrist.
"Hi!" she said friendly, "What can I do for you?"
"I..." Brack paused, the spots of his hyenas brow shifting as he wrinkled in thought. Then he suddenly realized how he could ask without risking giving away what he was really looking for. "Do you have my reservation?"
"What's your name?" she asked, turning her gaze to a computer screen.
"Brack," he said, "Brack Wiseman."
"Yes," said the leopardess, "For the 2 p.m. service?"
He nodded, his right ear flopping.
"Ok. You wanted a male, right?"
Brack was stunned. No innuendo, no disgust about homosexuality. Just matter-of-fact, did he want male or female?
"I just need to confirm the kind of service you ordered," explained the leopardess, "You wouldn't want to have it the wrong way around later." She winked.
"Male, yes, male," said Brack quickly.
"Any restrictions? Anything off-limits?" she asked.
"No. Not really." said Brack.
"Ok. Sign here," she held up a digital clipboard.
It was another copy of the legal consent form, but the signature was a log-in time, and there was a reminder of no refunds from the second he signed. He stylused his name in. There went a week's pay.
"Ok. You can go right inside," she said.
With a press on the side of her desk, the door behind her unlatched.
As Brack stepped forward, he suddenly realized what he had just said. No restrictions. Anything could happen. They could do anything do him, as long as it was a male. As long as it was gay. It was his deepest fantasy, something that could never happen in real life. Now that it was about to come true, instead of feeling thrilled, he felt a chilling horror.
He walked down another dark corridor, barely lit at all. After a few turns, and a flight down some stairs he came to a locker room. A brown wolfess in a leather jacket and jeans was standing in the middle of it, holding a PDA.
"Hello, Mr. Wiseman," she said coldly, "Another first-timer I see..." she tapped her PDA, "Take off all your clothes."
Brack gulped.
She walked over to one of the steel lockers, and waved a magnetic stick by it. It clicked open.
"Here's your locker. Put everything in it."
If it had been a male, even a scrawny guy, he would have undressed for him in a heartbeat. But he stern-looking wolfess seemed clinical, like a police officer, or some kind of nurse. She seemed so much like a doctor. He shrugged, stepping over to the open locker. He could get naked for a doctor...
He put his shirt in first. Then he thought better of it and took it out and put it on the bench. He'd put his boots on the bottom. Then the shirt. He took his wallet out and placed it next to the boots. Then his pants. He felt uncomfortable, with the cold stare of the wolfess at him. But he put his shorts in anyway. He was naked right in front of her, but she didn't say a word.
He pushed the locker closed, but her hand leaped in to hold it open.
"Cross," she said.
"What?" asked Brack.
"All jewelry that's not pierced has to go in. Cross included." she said.
Reluctantly, he pulled off the silver cross from around his neck. For a moment, it felt a little insulting to his faith, but then again, so many Christians would disapprove of what he was, and what he was about to do. Maybe it was better to leave it behind. He left the moral arguing behind with his cross.
"You can take out the earring if you want," said the wolfess.
"Meh," he said, turning away from the locker. Like the cross, he was never without his earring. He even showered with it in. Then he thought better of it.
"Wait!" he said.
He carefully unbuckled the earring. He fumbled with the opening latch. He'd never taken it off before. He left in the locker next to the cross.
She clicked the locker shut. He noticed there was no keyhole in it. Only her magnetic bob had control.
Now he was completely naked. Completely exposed. There was no more civility, no more religion, no more morality. He'd left all those things behind with his clothes, and the symbols he wore. All he could think of were visions of dick and muscle and rope flashing through his mind.
He turned to the next room to see a well-muscled bear, wearing only a tiny fishnet top and shorts. His cock swelled and throbbed, and the bear glanced down at it. Brack blushed. Without clothes, he couldn't hide his true feelings anymore.
"Male, no conditions," said the wolfess.
"Alright," nodded the bear, "This way."
Brack walked behind him down a dimly lit corridor. Weird reds and blues flashed off the bear as they walked by colored lights. The bear's shorts flashed florescent yellow from black lights.
They passed open doorways, male and female furs of all kinds restrained in tiny rooms. A blindfolded vixen moaned at the sound of their passing, her mound pulled open by the V-shaped table she was strapped to, holding her legs open. A gagged collie lay on his stomach on another V-shaped table, his vulnerable ass pulled up by his tail, tied to his neck collar. A male and female rabbit lay chained to the floor in the same room, wiggling in arousal at the sight of each other.
Suddenly the bear stopped.
"You want a table? Or the floor?" asked the bear.
Brack took a deep breath. He'd had lots of time to think about it in the days since he made the reservation.
"Table," he replied. No sense in being uncomfortable.
"On your stomach or your back?"
"Back."
"Alright," said the bear, "This one," he pointed at one of the rooms.
Brack stepped in. The V-shaped table seemed more menacing the closer he approached it. The leather straps for ankles, thighs, wrists, neck... looked dangerous.
"Lay down," said the bear.
Brack took a deep breath. He climbed onto the table on all fours. Slowly, he turned over, surprised at how plush the padding was.
"You ever done bondage before?" asked the bear.
"No," said Brack.
"Try to relax," said the bear, "Nothing's going to hurt you, unless you want it to. You into pain?"
"No," choked Brack.
"Alight," said the bear.
"Anal?"
"Yes."
The bear leaned over, pushing Brack down by the chest. He stroked his ear and the side of his muzzle.
"Relax, relax," said the bear.
"You wanna be tied up tight?" asked the bear.
Brack thought about it, but he already knew the answer.
"Yes, please."
"Such a polite sub," said the bear, as he grabbed Brack's ankles roughly.
He pulled them out into the V-part of the table. Then he strapped them down. He grunted and his muscular arms trembled from the force of his pull. He was going to tie Brack in with every ounce of his strength.
Brack felt his cock swelling already. Though the fear was maddening, his body wanted this to happen.
Then his thighs were strapped in with firey tightness. His legs were painfully stretched out, but he was so tightly bound already that he couldn't flex them an inch.
"Relax, relax," said the bear, pushing Brack down by the chest again.
The bear knelt down between Brack's legs and yanked his tail down, strapping it tightly to the table-post.
"Do you like your cock and balls tight?" asked the bear.
"I..." Brack thought a moment, "Just nothing too extreme."
The bear pulled a leather ball restraint from somewhere and wrapped it around Brack's balls and the base of his cock. It was a divider. Brack winced, in too much pain to even cry out, as the bear wrenched it shut on with merciless force. Then it loosened a bit.
"Is that ok?" asked the bear.
Despite how much it hurt at first, Brack already missed the tightening.
"A little tighter," he said.
The ball restraint slid around his tender flesh. His cock jerked pleasurably at the tightness.
"Perfect," he whispered.
Then the bear took a cock-tube. He gripped Brack's cock by the head and tugged it painfully. Then the cock-tube went on, stretching his cock long and thin. It felt so good and tight, he throbbed several drops of pre instantly.
"Even better," Brack choked.
"Do you like breathplay?" said the bear.
"Long as I can still breathe a little," nodded Brack.
A lap restraint pushed into his stomach.
"Exhale when I tighten," said the bear.
He pulled so tight, Brack couldn't help but have the wind pushed out of him.
The bear pulled a leather torso harness off a shelf in a dimly-lit corner of the wall. Brack noticed other such things barely visible in the dark corners.
The bear pushed Brack up off the table, pushing the wind out of him as he forcing him up against the lap restraint. He fit the harness under him. Then he strapped it to the lap restraint.
"You like giving oral?" asked the bear.
Brack felt his cock throb at the thought of tasting the bear's hot seed. "Yes," he said.
"Deep throat?"
Brack barely had to consider it at all. He wanted that bear's cock. All of it. "Yes," he said.
The bear pulled a posture collar from out of a dark corner. It was so tall, Brack could barely lift his muzzle enough to fit it. Then the bear tied the collar to the table.
Brack trembled. He could barely move. Only his arms were free.
The bear attached the torso harness to the collar.
"Exhale," said the bear.
The torso harness closed in on Brack's ribcage.
"Exhale," said the bear.
As Brack held the air out of his lungs, the torso harness dug into his skin, tugging his fur.
"One last time," said the bear.
Brack was so desperate for air already, he couldn't help but take a shallow breath. He quickly exhaled it. The harness squeezed him with its vice-like grip.
He gasped. He couldn't expand his stomach or ribcage at all to breathe. His breaths were shallow and quick.
"Relax, relax," said the bear, stroking Brack's immobilized ear and muzzle.
"Deep breaths. Nice and slow," said the bear.
To his surprise, Brack felt more comfortable breathing slowly, even though he couldn't take a full breath. He got even less air that way, but it felt better.
"Spread-eagle, or arms at your sides?" asked the bear.
"Sides," said Brack.
The bear gripped Brack's arms and pulled them down to his hips. Fiery tight wrist cuffs pulled over them. Then straps wrenched tight around his biceps. Brack's arms stretched as hard as if they'd been spread-eagle, just in a different direction.
"You want your nipples pinched?" asked the bear.
"A little," said Brack.
He felt a warm tongue lap across one nipple, while the other was rubbed with a damp finger. He couldn't look down to see, but he knew the bear was licking his nipples. He sighed in bliss, and felt his cock grow harder. He wanted that bear so bad, and here he was, fondling him.
After a few moments, the bear stopped. Brack cried out in pain as clamps pinched down hard on his nipples.
"Too tight?" asked the bear
Brack was about to say 'yes,' but feeling them pinched tight made his cock jerk hard.
"Leave them like that," he wheezed under the pain.
"Blindfold?" asked the bear.
Brack thought for a moment. Much as not knowing what was coming had its appeal, he was already short of breath with apprehension. Besides, he had never been here and was curious to see how things worked. He wanted to see everything as it happened.
"No," he replied.
"Earplugs?" asked the bear.
"No," said Brack. He wanted to hear what went on here as well.
"You wanted oral, right?"
"Yes," said Brack without hesitation. He couldn't wait to taste the bear's cock.
"Alright," said the bear with an air of finality, "If there's nothing else, this's how you're gonna get it. You want anything else?"
"No," Brack shook his head.
"Oh, by the way," said the bear, a little more distant, "In case you're wondering, there's no safeword. No way out. We don't believe in wimping out. Furs come here for hard-core, and that's what you're gonna get. Believe me, you're gonna get it real *hard*, you're in *thick* now, and if you can't take it *hot*, that's not my..."
"Hey! Wait! Come back!" shouted Brack.
There was no response. The bear was out of earshot.
He heard others moaning, lusting after the bear, begging to be fucked.
Brack tried to struggle, but couldn't move an inch. He'd never been tied like this before. His hands were so close to his cock, maybe a fraction of an inch. The thought of it made his member swell to a painful length. It felt so good. It had been so long since he'd had an erection this hard.
He tried to pant, but the torso straps wouldn't let him take full breaths. He started to feel lightheaded. It wasn't as quick as being choked, but the oxygen was leaving his brain. Every thought faded from his mind, except how much he wanted to feel that beautiful bear's cock up his ass.
After a while, he heard another male being led down the hall, lustful moans following them.
"Hey! Bear! I'm ready! Come on in!" he yelled.
He heard them keep walking by.
He moaned in frustration. His thighs trembled in anticipation of taking the bear between them.
Then the same kinds of questions. How tight the guy wanted it, whether anal or oral, or blindfolded. He heard him agree to a hood. He listened to every syllable of the sound of the bear's voice. It was so close by, teasing him. His hot member throbbed harder than ever, painfully hard. Each throb shook the ball strap, burning his balls with its tightness.
Then the bear went back down the hall.
"Hey! When does the action start!" said Brack.
The bear walked out of earshot, moans and begging following him. He came back again, chatting with a female.
Brack couldn't contain himself anymore.
"Please, please," he said, joining in the chorus of cries to be fucked, "Feed me your hot cock! Fuck it up my ass!"
He led her to a room just at the edge of earshot. He heard her yelp in pain several times. "No! Tighter, dammit!" she yelled. Then more yelps. Her yelps became more aroused, more orgasmic. Then the bear left her.
Brack tried to tell him to ram his hot cock in his hole, to let it slide down his throat where he could taste it, but all that came out was pitiful puppy whines. He couldn't believe it. He was being broken.
How long ago was 2:00 supposed to be? It should've started already. What was supposed to happen exactly? Was this all he was going to get? Teased?
Minutes went by, then more minutes. Brack whined as his member got tired and slackened. The bonds and straps seemed to hurt more.
More minutes. His shaft swelled to painful proportions again. Cock and balls throbbed in firey pain. He whined for a good, hard fucking. A puddle of his own pre formed on his belly, matting his fur around the lap belt.
The bear led a few more people down the hall. He cried out, he whimpered. He didn't mind the straps no matter how hard they ached. He just wanted to taste, to feel that cock. He wished there were two of them so he could suck cock and be boned at the same time.
His shaft sank again. He tried to wiggle out of the bonds but couldn't. He wasn't sure of anything anymore. The lack of oxygen from his shallow breaths had taken its toll. He knew there was something, some things about the world outside he was supposed to remember, but he couldn't remember what. He had no more doubts about it: getting a good hard fuck while he was like this would feel so good, so right. If someone stuck something up his ass at that moment, anything at all, he didn't care what anymore, he would have entered heaven.
Then, he heard some screams in the distance. A male screamed in horrible agony, echoing down the hall. Every fur stood on end, and he trembled. Others around him moaned in fear at the sound. One female was sobbing.
"No! Oh my god, no!" screamed a female. Silence. Then she wailed incoherently.
His member began to swell, pumping itself up. His asshole and jaw trembled. His body was betraying itself, anticipating pleasure, when it was really readying itself to submit to torturous pain. He hadn't signed up for this!
"That's! That's impossible!" yelled a male hoarsely, "Nooo..." He choked. Brack heard him moaning, with his mouth full, and a slurping sound that grew louder and faster. Then gasping and the sound of something dribbling onto the floor.
"No, no, not..." another choke. The moaning was even louder, more... pleasured? Then a gasp, a sigh of relief, and the sound of lips being smacked.
The sound of the moans made his cock jerk up to painful size. His balls felt tighter than ever. He couldn't help but moan.
"Oh, god! Ram my ass! Fuck me so hard I burst!..." he was barely aware of what he was saying anymore. He just wanted to say anything to get in on that action.
"Oh my god!" yelled the female in the room next to Brack's, "Nobody's that big! Nobody!" She suddenly went into incoherent screaming. And there was another sound, a heavy panting, a grunting. It was the sound of whoever was fucking her.
He heard her cry and sob, orgasmically, tearfully. It seemed to never end.
Then the two rabbits across the hall spoke.
"Finally, it's about... that's not real, is it!" yelled the male.
"No! Stop! No!" moaned the female.
The male sobbed like a little bunny.
Listening to them made his cock harder than ever. It pushed against the cock tube with painful force. It felt like it was bursting open with every throb. He whined like a pup. Every fiber of his being wanted some of that fucking. He wished to god his fucking would be even harder and more merciless than theirs.
Suddenly, something hooved was walking into Brack's room.
Hooves clopped around to his face. He strained his eyes to look at the creature. It was a great white stallion, the tallest and most muscular fur he'd ever seen. Under short white hair, his muscles bulged thicker than the beefyest bodybuilder he'd ever seen a picture of. Over his head poked the spikes of a red mohawk. Metal glinted off of his ears, his nose, his nipples. The tattoo of a dragon snaked its way down his majestic chest, through his rippling pectorals, down to...
It was so big, Brack didn't realize what it was for a moment. It was the longest, thickest shaft Brack had ever seen. From the sound of things, the stallion had just finished fucking over a dozen furs, but still it was throbbing big and hard, glistening in the lights. It was unreally big, as long as Brack's arm and even thicker than the stallion's own supermuscular leg. Brack stared wide-eyed in disbelief as it throbbed, veins bulging as it grew even larger before his eyes.
Then, another fur moved into view. A black bull, whose muscles rippled with unfathomable primal might. He was even more well-endowed than the horse. His gargantuan shaft shone with metal, scraping the walls as he turned, leaving a slick trail of cum.
Both of their glistening shafts throbbed even harder as they stared down into Brack's eyes. Looking into their eyes, Brack trembled. Suddenly he knew what it was for a prey animal to see its predator face-to-face, about to bite down to finish it off.
He moaned with anticipation, then spoke. "Please," he said, a tear rolling off his eyes, "Fuck me so hard. Fuck me harder than anyone you've ever fucked before in your life!"
The pair grinned with a wicked lust that made Brack shudder. With a nod from the stallion, the bull moved around in-between Brack's legs.
As the stallion's shaft neared his lips, Brack opened his jaw as hard as he could. He was ready to take in the whole thing. It slid past his muzzle and into his mouth, slick with a lubrication that tasted of cum, vaginal milk, and drool. It throbbed even bigger in Brack's mouth. The size of the stallion's cockshead staggered the mind. The head alone had Brack's cheeks bulging so hard they hurt.
Something touched Brack's asshole, rubbing against it teasingly. He tried to tell it to insert, but with the stallion's cock stopping his words, he could only moan. It refused to go any further, slowly lathering the insides of his legs with more natural lubricant.
Cum was streaming off his own cock in an unending flow, tickling his sore balls. It was so intense he should have come ages ago, but the ball restraints and cock-tube kept him from coming.
Suddenly, Brack's asshole was stretched harder than ever in his entire life. The bull's cock was sliding in. With his legs and tail restrained wide open and the natural lubricant coating it, the mammoth cock went in with amazingly little resistance. But it hurt so hard, tears welled in Brack's eyes.
Ladder piercings played with Brack's ring, popping in and out as the bull thrust. His cockshead made it a little deeper with each thrust.
Then the stallion leaned forward and gripped Brack's ribcage so hard it knocked the wind out of him. He began to buck, and Brack gagged as the impossibly swollen cock slid down his throat. He kept choking, each spasm throbbing in his own cock.
His cock felt as hard as when he thought it should burst open, and each throb made it even harder. He'd never been stretched so hard, so pleasurably before. Each choke made his ass throb around the gargantuan shaft inside it. He didn't try to stop his own gagging, loving every choke for the throb it sent his cock and asshole. He cried tears of pleasure and joy.
The enormous cock in his ass shoved its way towards his intestines with the force of a freight train. Then the ladder piercings began to play inside him. He tried to moan with delight, but he couldn't even make the slightest sound. The cock in his throat had pinned his vocal chords.
Suddenly, his nose gave a sound like a snore, and he couldn't breathe at all. In panic, he tried to force his ribcage to move to breathe, but it refused to budge. The cock in his throat had blocked off his airway.
The seconds ticked by, with no air in his lungs. Blood rumbled in his ears, his heart pounding. He felt his eyes bulge, tears rolling up into his headfur. His cock spasmed even harder than before, cum flowing off of it in and endless stream, dripping from his balls. Time was running out without air. There was a tightness in every muscle as every cell in his body screamed for life, but the giants fucking him were in no hurry.
The bull gripped his hips with crushing force, and the stallion tightened his vice-grip on his ribcage. Finally, they began to buck him.
First, they slowly pistoned into him, then almost completely out, then back in. With each pull out of his throat, he gasped for desperately needed oxygen. Instantly, forgotten thoughts came back to life, and every nerve became more intense. He moaned, trying to beg them to fuck him as hard as they possibly could.
The thrusts gradually gained momentum, coming faster and faster. He stopped choking on the giant cock ramming down his throat. He couldn't believe he was already getting used to it. Every one of his cock's spasms was mind-blowingly hard. And still the ball restraint and cock tube kept him from coming.
Eventually, the thrusts came at lightning pace. He couldn't believe such huge things could penetrate him so fast. He began to drift in and out of consciousness, the hard fucking the only thing he could remember. If there was anything in his life before that, he wasn't sure what it was. He moaned, trying to beg god that it would never end.
Suddenly, the stallion's thrusts became irregular, more urgent. He gripped Brack's ribs so hard, he couldn't push out to breathe at all. He bucked into Brack's throat with a frantic pace. Then he stopped. A pumping grew, stronger than even the bucking had been. He felt, but did not taste, hot cum blasting straight into his stomach. And it kept pumping, a torrent of thick juices flowing into his stomach.
It was enough to push him over the edge. Against the painful ball restraints, against the burning tight cock tube, against the mountainous cock in his ass, his own member began to pump and pump. Each pump pressed against the cock tube harder than the last. His cock bulged so painfully he feared coming, resisting it. If he came it would damage him. But the thought made him pump even harder, more painfully.
He couldn't control a single muscle anymore. His body tried to squirm, but the restraints held every muscle in place. And every wiggle against them made him feel even more pleasure. His throat tried to scream and moan, but couldn't even choke against the hot cock deep in him, still pumping an endless river of cum into his stomach. And every moan he couldn't make felt like warm pleasure.
His cock pumped harder than he ever pumped in his whole life. His cum went so high into the air, it didn't even come back down on his belly. The thought of his cum flying off into endless space made each spurt feel even better. He felt rumbling blood rupturing bloated veins, flesh torn apart by the thrusts. His cock was tearing itself apart, and he didn't care. When it started to slacken, he willed it to keep up thrusting even longer.
Finally, the cock in his throat pulled out. And he tasted its cum for the first time. It was like sugared egg whites, so good, he licked frantically, trying to milk it of every drop. As its cockshead popped out of his jaw, he gleaned one last drop from the cocktip with the tip of his tongue.
His own cock finished, and the wondrous taste playing across his tongue, he relaxed. He sighed as he basked in the pleasure of the merciless bucking in his ass, the hands frantically squeezing his hips. He didn't remember who, or what was doing it anymore, and he didn't care. It felt so good.
Suddenly, the cock in his ass thrust in its whole gargantuan length, and paused. It began to pump, and soon the pumping was more ruthless than its thrusting had even been. He felt hot cum swirling around deep inside himself, and he gave out moans of delight. His stomach and intestines were so full of hot, delicious cum, he felt ready to burst. The feeling was so satisfying, tears of joy began to stream endlessly up his forehead.
With grunts, the cock pulled back out of his asshole, the ladder piercings popping out of the inner ring with painful pleasure. Then the outer ring. He felt cum burst out his asshole, dripping down his tailfur, heard it splatter on the floor.
He lay there, smiling in ecstasy, so full of warm cum in his belly, and cool air blowing into his wide open ass. So happy to be restrained where he could relax in the afterglow. So happy he sobbed like a pup.
The stallion and bull clomped away.
And the delightful sounds of begging for mercy from their merciless shafts, and broken moans and sobbing like his own, greeted his ears.
Within a couple minutes, he heard the bear leading people down the hall again. He heard sounds of crying and begging to be fucked again, of furs being dragged unwillingly down the hallway.
Finally, the bear returned to his room.
"Did you have a good time?" grinned the bear.
Brack nodded weakly, his "yes" a hoarse whisper.
His arms were released from his hips. Stiff pain shot through them as he tried to move.
The nipple clamps came off with shooting pain. He had forgotten they were even there.
His neck was freed, and the torso harness came off. He took his first deep breaths, another round of tears of joy flowing up his forehead.
The posture collar was unfastened, and the lap belt came off. His gut bulged out, so wonderfully full of cum. He thought of sitting up, but every muscle was stiff and sore.
He saw a large stain on the dark ceiling, fluorescing in some blacklight above him. Then he realized it was his own cum. He had come so hard it reached up to the ceiling, six feet above the tabletop. He had never come that hard before, ever.
Then the cock tube came off, flashing firey pain as it moved. The ball restraint burned through his flesh as it was removed.
Suddenly he remembered! His cock had torn itself apart!
He gasped in fear, struggling to sit upright, pushing himself with his hands. He looked down, but to his amazement, everything was intact. Every last vein was still there. His shaft and balls were reddened, but none the worse for wear.
"Thought you'd fucked them off, huh?" winked the bear.
The bear untied his tail. Then his hips. Then his ankles.
He was free.
Tempting as it was to relax, he'd lay in the afterglow for hours already. He pushed himself off the table, landing on all fours on the floor, in-between the V of the table.
His legs were too sore to stand up.
"Let me give you a hand," said he bear.
He reached down and pulled him up to his feet. He stood for a moment, then his knees buckled under him. The bear caught him by the shoulders in his warm, gentle arms.
"Easy does it," said the bear, lifting him up again.
He brought Brack's arm over his buff shoulder and back, and leaned his side into the bear's muscled torso. Brack grinned. He could think of no one else he'd rather snuggle up to. He started to rub his muzzle into the bear's shoulder, but the bear began lurching forward.
With the bear for support, he managed to shuffle on his sore legs, leaving the sounds of terror and ecstasy behind.
They staggered into a large shower room. The bear carefully sat him down on the floor, beneath a showerhead. An exhausted lion lay wheezing next to him, sprawled out across the floor. At the other end of the shower room, a well-endowed buck and a wolf were showering, white cum spattering onto the floor.
He struggled to his paws, but came crashing down on his knees, leaning forward into the wall. With effort, he managed to stand, leaning on both hands.
A dripping sound drew his gaze downwards. Peering past his bulging belly, cum still dripped from his blown-open asshole. His groin and inside thighs were matted with cum, and he felt his forehead matted with tears.
He reached up with one hand and turned on the shower. Cold water drenched his fur. It felt so refreshing after the long, hot fuck. He flexed his body under the water, its coolness washing away the cum and tears from his face, the matted cum on his belly.
But still he felt cum dripping from his asshole. He knelt down on all fours, his tail facing the water. He lifted his tail, and yipped as the cold water swirled inside. He was so open the water ran up his ass.
Finally, he rose to his paws and turned off the shower.
The exit doorway let down a brightly-lit corridor. It ended in a dryer room.
Automatically, a hot blast of air came from the floor grating. Water sprayed off of Brack's fur in all directions. It was a high-quality fur dryer. He was dry in a few moments.
He walked down another dark corridor, and finally reached the locker room. The tiger was next to him, his elbow brushing against Brack's barefurred shoulder while as he pulled a T-shirt over his head. Across the room, a grey wolf was lacing up some sneakers.
The sour-faced wolfess came over and waved her magnetic bob by one of the lockers. It opened to reveal his clothing.
Brack put his silver cross back on. He carefully clipped the gold earring back into place. He wiggled his ear experimentally. He felt a little like his old self again.
The tiger left the room. The lion entered and limped by him.
He put his shorts, pants and shirt on.
With his clothes back on, he almost felt civilized. Except for the bliss of the afterglow, the cum-bulging belly, his sore joints and dick, and the wide-open ass, he felt like his old self. Yeah, he'd never feel the same again. Gone was the nervousness he had walked in with. He'd never felt so sexually satisfied ever in his life. He felt with every fiber of his being that he was somehow... complete.
Boots on, he walked down the dark corridor to the front desk.
The red and purple mohawk-topped leopardess was talking pleasantly with the wolf.
"...log back on the site anytime!" she said.
"Bye," said the wolf, walking out the glass door into the first dark corridor.
"Bye," said the leopardess.
Her tribal tattoo rippled up her arm as she turned to Brack.
"Did you have an enjoyable experience?" she asked.
Brack smiled, "You could say that."
"Would you like to make another reservation?" she asked, matter-of-factly.
Another session with Foxglove's "services"? Brack hadn't even thought about it. But he needed no time to consider.
"Of course!" he winked.
"How does next month sound?"