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Ah, California. Driving through luscious forests of redwood trees almost made up for enduring the state's crappy highway system. On the other hand, I fully got a sense of why foreigners like me always viewed California as more like a separate country than an American region; vast blue skies, incredible landmarks, beaches, great food, and beautiful men (women too, I supposed) as well as college boys for a Doberdane like me to enjoy. So many in fact, I couldn't stop myself to ravishing just one twink on my journey.

The first Californian destination started with Golden Gate Harbor. Specifically, with a flamboyant mountain lion living with his 'master' in the hillside city's infamous gay district, the Castro. Following a day of touring downtown as well as taking a ferry ride into Golden Gate Bay, it did not take considerable effort to find a random gay hookup.

Too many submissive twinks to choose from, really.

Anyway, a middle-aged squirrel named Ricky had been advertising his 'puma sex slave' on Pred8r for anyone interested to breed. At first, I did worry to an extent about how far the roleplay went, but after speaking to Ricky about his partner's extreme fetish of being dominated by herbivores, plus being given safe-for-work photographs of them doing regular couple stuff (like going on dates or standing together in view of the Golden Gate Bridge), I felt comfortable enough to play along. To each their own and everything.

The given address brought me to an apartment near the Castro district. As instructed by Ricky, the front door was unlocked, and I wordlessly entered a well-kept, cozy living room, following the sounds of whimpering down a short corridor until I discovered a bedroom outfitted into a gorgeously outfitted BDSM dungeon. It had everything a deviant could demand; dildos of every shape and size, dark neon lighting, bondage gear, some paddles, rope, gags, towels, enough lube for an elephant gangbang, plus a naked, masked mountain lion helplessly hanging upright on a swing in the middle of the room. His master was sitting patiently on a nearby chair, wearing only an old jockstrap.

"You're on time," Ricky the Squirrel chirped. "My Pet's been waiting for you."

Said pet squirmed on the swing. My tail wagged as I chuckled darkly.

"What a good little slut," I growled hungrily. Peeling my trousers down, I went about kicking them aside as my fingers fished out a growing Doberdane member between my legs. "Be a good kitty and take your cream."

I cringed a little inside at that bad joke, but the bound puma didn't seem to mind. If anything, it seemed to tease him further. The feline purred in anticipation when I pressed the leaking, ready cockhead to his relaxed entrance, already slickened either with lube or another man's load. The smell of thickened incense and a whiff of poppers made it difficult, especially with the scent of older squirrel on his fur. Either way, my red shaft slipped inside him easily enough with a single hard push.

The mountain lion mewled into his ball gag. His stomach arched upwards as I gripped each of his spread ankles tied to the swing, using his momentum to bounce back onto my dick. I didn't even need to move a single muscle in my hips. I only lightly pressed his legs back, then let gravity in the harness bring his tailhole down to spread back open around my cocktip. Inch by inch and moaning purr by moaning purr. Soon, the mountain lion squeaked like a virgin mouse with every descent on my hard cock. My manhood speared him faster and quicker until he came all over his stomach, lying in blissful wait until I finally released a load inside him. So powerful in the fact that I not only knotted him easily, but almost collapsed atop him and brought the entire sex swing down.

They let me use their shower once I deflated. I heard Ricky whisper lovingly to his partner still tied to the swing, promising to let him take the day off next morning, and thanked them before walking back out to my Fjord truck. Afterward, I'd slept like a fucking dead man for several hours in a motel room.

A day later, I drove out of Golden Gate Harbor and followed the Pacific coastal highway, watching in awe at passing beaches and oceanside towns as I drove down to my next destination: Las Estrellas, or the City of Stars. Where Hollywood celebrities reigned supreme and everybody did anything to make money, including my hookup. After checking into yet another motel, I perused through Howlr until a message popped up within my inbox.

Apparently, a twenty-something Hispanic coyote named Benito came up with the ingenious scheme of advertising his music. If I wanted to have sex with him, all I needed to do was listen to his CDs. Sex would be given with no other strings attached. Afterward, I could buy a physical copy or two, as well as a t-shirt featuring his copyrighted brand logo. The lad certainly knew his marketing.

I'd eagerly wanted a 'live demo' for myself. So, after a typical back-and-forth exchange with Benito, I invited him to my motel room but mentioned he needed to bring his own CD player. No problem, he said. Not wanting to reek after a long day of driving, I showered myself down and emerged from the bathroom, feeling certain that nearly walking outside under the arid sun would instantly dry me. Yet I never got the chance, following a knock at the door and my phone buzzing with notifications alerting me of Benito's arrival. I unabashedly opened the door with only a towel wrapped around my waist, chuckling mentally at the blushing shyness suddenly affecting the entrepreneur I'd been chatting with earlier.

"S-Se-Sebastian?" He stammered while almost dropping his CD player, then cleared his throat before trying again with a charming grin. "Sebastian, I presume?"

"You are correct," I snarled seductively, opening the door wider so the coyote would brush against my bare chest as he entered. Closing the door, I could see the coyote's tail swish more fiercely. Particularly at the air-conditioned motel room compared to the hot temperatures outside. "Mmm, I hope you brought your best?"

Dear Benito's confidence returned in full bloom. "My latest album, señor," he replied in a thicker Spanish accent, smirking. "Mind making yourself comfortable?"

I gladly did. He placed the retro CD player in a corner of the room while connecting it to a speaker. Alternative rock, punk rock, and a mixture of jazz and synthwave resonated throughout as I dropped my towel. Without blinking, I slipped onto the bed, my legs spread wide open, and arms relaxed behind my head.

Seconds later and Benito went about wrapping up my cockhead with his tongue. Rather enthusiastically. I wasn't going to act like he performed to the best compared to others, but I'd be damned if the coyote didn't excel in keen exuberance. Minutes into performing oral sex, Benito's maw wrapped sideways along my shaft, dexterous and wet tongue wrapped around the thick member without any teeth scraping the sensitive skin. His muzzle switched between giving me a handjob and a blowjob, then he straddled my naked hips, teaching me new Spanish phrases as we traded tongue. He already shed his own clothing and rubber against me, frotting my cock with his and letting our paws roam for long enough that I inevitably asked if he brought lube. No, he did not.

Unfortunately, I'd also left mine in the truck. I didn't feel the need to leave the motel room in the state we were in. Thus, we decided to lay back and stroke each other to climax, something which didn't take long after a few additional minutes of panting pleasure and lecherous stares.

We listened to the rest of his latest album project from the speaker as our intense afterglow consumed us, leaving us paralyzed and cuddled with each other.

"What do you think of it?"

"I could go for a copy," I replied honestly. "Though I wish you came with it, hehe."

"So sorry, but I charge extra," Benito teased me. "Besides, I wouldn't make a good escort. I'm too involved with underground music anyway to be good."

We lay there in relaxed contentment as we talked about business ventures and marketing out of the blue. He told me about his conservative family, how he worked hard to support himself on his own as a music artist and part-time retail worker, while also using sex to advertise himself and said music. Meanwhile, I told him about growing up in East Berlin with almost nothing, then how I made a life for myself once the wall fell, and Germany reunited.

"Wow!" He stared in awe at me. "Goddamn! Seb, you must be swimming in so much cash and make so much money!"

"I've lost so much money too," I half-chuckled with a sigh. "The most I ever lost was in 2008 after the Great Recession hit. It's been smart of me in hindsight to avoid tapping in the housing market before the collapse, but I still ended up losing twenty million Euros by then..."

Shaking my muzzle, I said, "Anyway, you do you have a talent with what you're doing here, and I'm not talking about the sex. If you want, I'd also like to buy several albums. I know if you mammals out there who might be interested in listening. How's that sound?"

"That sounds awesome!" He gasped in smiling disbelief. "Thank you, Señor Sebastian!"

"Anytime, kid," I smiled at him. "Anytime."