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BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM!

"Alright, alright, I'm coming!" The pudgy panther switched off his gaming console and jumped up from his couch. Devesh, dressed simply in jeans and a t-shirt, was ready to go; he'd just been waiting for his friends to arrive, and from the loud beating on his apartment's front door, it sounded like they were here at last--a quick glance at his watch told him it was already 10:45 PM. If his pals weren't picking him up until now, he had a feeling he was in for a long night...but that was to be expected. It wasn't every day he turned 21, and Devesh knew his buddies had wanted to celebrate his birthday with him in style. "Took you guys long enough!" he called as he trotted over to the door and swung it open.

BANG!

Devesh jumped in surprise as confetti exploded from a party popper all over him, showering him in glittering scraps of paper as soon as he opened his door.

"Aaaaayyyy! Ooooooooh! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!" Devesh's friends yelled and chorused.

The panther laughed at their antics--Colby, a beaver, was waving a small brown paper bag at him, while Tanner, a white pit bull with a light gray muzzle, shoved an open 40-ounce bottle of beer into Devesh's hands. Luis, a tattooed iguana, had been the one to burst the confetti popper in the panther's face, and he cheered and chanted along with his buddies while they watched Devesh, without any prompting, start drinking the beer he had been given.

"Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!"

Devesh tipped the bottle back higher and higher, guzzling mouthful after mouthful of fizzy beer.

Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!

Devesh's lungs strained as he drank, but he kept going while his buddies cheered him on...and soon the bottle was half-empty...then three quarters...until the panther swallowed the last few ounces and triumphantly raised the empty bottle over his head.

"Guuuuh...brrrrraaaap! Oh fuck...whoooooo!" Devesh belched and whooped in victory.

"Yeah! Get it, Dev! 21! 21! 21!" His friends clapped and cheered.

"Oh man...don't tell me that's all we're doing for tonight," Devesh chuckled as he put the empty 40-ounce bottle on the side table in his apartment next to his front door.

"Oh no, we're just getting started, dude!" Luis grinned as he twirled his car keys around his finger. "Sorry we're a little late, had to pick up some party favors."

At that, Colby lifted the brown paper bag in his hands again, waving it suggestively at Devesh. "Speaking of, want anything first?"

"Oooh, depends--what do you have in there?" Devesh asked as he pulled his door shut behind him.

"Little bit of everything," Colby replied, opening the bag and peering in. "Huh...you know, why don't we start you with an edible--might take a little while to kick in, but that'll give us enough time to get to the place?"

Devesh held out a hand expectantly. "Gimme gimme!"

Tanner and Luis laughed as Colby snickered and fished out a small pink gummy candy loaded with THC; the beaver handed it over to Devesh, who promptly popped it into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed.

"So, what are we doing?" the panther asked--his friends had kept him in the dark about tonight's activities, and Devesh's curiosity was killing him.

"Well, we thought you'd enjoy going to a club and seeing a show," Luis said casually as he started leading the group away from Devesh's apartment door and down to his car.

"What, like a drag show?" Devesh asked, following his friends. "I'd be down for that!"

"Nah, you've already been to tons of drag shows," Tanner snickered. "This is a special show."

"How so?"

"Well, it's a surprise for one thing!" Colby told him before helping himself to a pink gummy from his bag.

"And?"

"Just trust us, you're gonna love it, man," Luis said confidently before opening his car door.

Devesh had met his three closest friends during the first week of their freshman year at Grafton Bay University. All four of them had gone to an on-campus mixer hosted by the college's LGBTQ+ Alliance, and met through the various ice-breaker activities that the club had set up. Devesh and Luis had connected over the fact that they were both computer science majors, while Luis had shared his love for tabletop gaming with Colby and Devesh and Tanner were avid fans of the Dark Soul series of novels. It didn't take long for the four of them to nerd out together and find even more in common, from their hobbies to their classes, and eventually to their kinks and favorite moves in the bedroom. All four of them had fooled around together, learning from each other and connecting further, experimenting with their bodies and with different drugs--as was typical of the college experience--and now that they were all in their senior year, Devesh, Colby, Luis, and Tanner were closer than ever.

As the oldest of the group, Tanner had celebrated his 21st birthday at the end of their junior year; that night had been relaxed, with the pit bull simply going to buy a case of beer for himself and his friends to unwind and exchange oral while they were studying for finals. Luis and Colby's birthdays had been a week apart in October, which resulted in two consecutive weekend-long benders that saw Devesh skinny-dipping in the university's fountain and Luis and Colby drunkenly flip-fucking while Devesh and Tanner had watched and jerked each other off. And now, finally, in their last April together at GBU, it was Devesh's turn to hit the big milestone of 21. The four friends had wanted to do something big together once they were all of legal drinking age, and with a liter of beer already in him, Devesh had a hunch that tonight was going to be even more raucous and raunchy than he could imagine...

"What the hell?" Devesh asked, flabbergasted.

Luis had parked in a lot by an old brick, 10-story building that looked like it was ready to topple over if somebody just breathed on it. Bricks had fallen out of the mortar, windows were boarded up with plywood, and graffiti covered the walls. Broken glass and garbage littered the sidewalk, bars covered the windows of neighboring buildings, and a streetlight fizzled and spluttered weakly, casting dim fragments of light. And yet, as condemned and seedy as the whole area looked, dozens of cars were parked in the same lot that Luis had pulled into.

Devesh couldn't make heads or tails of what was going on--by the time Luis had parked his car, the panther was just beginning to feel the effects of the THC edible in his system, and he was starting to feel simultaneous cases of paranoia and the giggles.

"Dude...did you bring us here for, like, a sacrifice or something?" Devesh asked. "Like, should I be looking out for a guy to rape us?"

Luis laughed. "I told you man, just trust us--it's gonna be good, I promise."

Devesh snorted uneasily, but he followed Luis, Colby, and Tanner as they all got out of the iguana's car. Tanner led the way to the edge of the parking lot and over to the back of the dilapidated building, where Devesh saw a loading dock and a freight elevator; a string of lights above the elevator door flashed through a rainbow of colors and illuminated a simple, roughly cut, stamped metal sign that read "The Cage".

"Wait...this is the club?" Devesh asked as Tanner guided the group up the stairs of the loading dock.

"Yep--reservation only, super exclusive," Colby answered.

"Is it a pop-up or something?" Devesh asked.

"Nah, been here for a long time," Tanner said before he pressed the call button for the elevator. "I heard about it from one of the guys in the Alliance who knows a lot of fun hotspots--checked it out a little while back, and I was like 'Dev is going to lose his shit'!"

"Oh really?" Devesh asked, his interest now piqued. "What do they do here?"

"Man, what don't they do! Like, there's all the kinky shit you're into, you know?" Tanner prompted.

Devesh immediately thought of the handcuffs, ropes, sounding rods, dildos, gimp mask, blindfold, and paddle in the box under his bed.

"Heh, yeah?"

"Dial that up by, like, 100, and that's what they do here," Tanner snickered.

Devesh's eyebrows rose, and the wheels in his mind spun rapidly. "Wait, we're doing...we're watching...like...a sex show?"

"Now he's getting it!" Luis quipped, jocularly elbowing the panther in the ribs. "Gotta treat the birthday boy!"

"Duuude, what are--"

BRRRRRRRZT!

A buzzer sounded, cutting off Devesh's question, and the doors to the freight elevator slid up to reveal the industrial wood and metal interior of the cab--red neon lights illuminated the elevator and the shaft, casting a dim glow in the dark.

"After you, good sir!" Tanner motioned for Devesh to enter first.

Devesh snorted and tipped an imaginary hat at the pit bull before he entered the elevator, and his friends followed behind him. Luis pressed the button marked TC--the elevator doors came down, and the cab began its rumbling, creaking descent. For a moment, Devesh watched the concrete walls of the elevator shaft slide up past him. The red lights continued casting their muted illumination--to the panther, it felt like he was entering another dimension, one where everything was topsy-turvy and hard to see, hard to sense that he was still moving...before he shuddered and took a breath; he was suddenly so lightheaded, relaxed, and dizzy, he thought he was going to topple over, and Devesh put a hand on one of the elevator's support struts to keep himself standing.

"Whoa!"

"Hehe, that edible's starting to really hit, huh?" Colby smirked, noticing Devesh's reaction.

"Yeah...man, you got some good shit!" the panther giggled.

"Might wanna buckle up, because there's plenty more where that came from," Colby told him.

"Speaking of, can I grab one of those?" Luis asked.

"Oh yeah, here..."

Devesh heard his friends chat among themselves as they passed around the bag of drugs that Colby had brought, but his focus wandered; for some reason, he thought it was so much more important to watch the walls of the elevator shaft, and Devesh quickly lost track of what his buddies were saying. Instead, he started counting the segments in concrete that he could see passing by in the glare of the red lights--one...two...three...three...no, four...five, no, that would be...wait...just how deep was this shaft? Was he being taken into a mine or something? He looked up, trying to see the top of the pit that he was going into, but the space above him, beyond the perimeter of the red neon lights, yawned like a dark void. How long had they been riding the elevator? What was its speed? If he knew either of those, he could figure out the distance they had traveled, but somewhere along the way...Devesh found himself more interested in the muffled thumping that sounded like it was getting closer...and closer...

And suddenly, the elevator stopped.

"Alright, Dev, get ready to have your mind blown," Tanner snickered.

"Say what now?" Devesh asked, surprised.

The elevator doors slid upward, revealing an atrium-like space that was bathed in orange, red, and pink neon lights and allowing the unfiltered thumping bass music--mixed with fast-paced lutes, zithers, drums, chimes, and drums--to fill Devesh's ears. Beyond the check-in podium manned by an alligator, there were scores of men in varying states of dress; some were dressed like Devesh and his friends, in just jeans and t-shirts, while others wore leather outfits consisting of chaps and vests and harnesses, and some were simply in their underwear or wearing some combination of fetish gear, from collars to hoods to handcuffs to rope restraints and leashes. Many of them were just talking, laughing, and drinking, while others were grinding against each other, fondling one another, and making out; there were groups clustered near the bar along the far wall, others were congregated around the small bar-height tables, and more were relaxing in the booths along the other walls.

While Devesh heard and saw the sight before him, he also smelled a particularly intriguing aroma: It was a faintly musky odor combined with the smell of salt, a hint of spice, and the barest hint of clean linen. All in all, it reminded him of a gym locker room...in a way that made him want to shove his face into a pile of used jockstraps and start jerking off. In fact, his dick was already beginning to stir in his pants at just the smell.

"Whoa..."

"Yeah! it's kind of a lot to take in, but just stick with us and you'll be alright!" Tanner said confidently.

Pleasantly surprised by what he saw beyond the elevator doors, Devesh followed his friends out of the cab and to the check-in podium. The gray wolf standing behind the podium wore a black tank top, a tight pair of black and white briefs that showed off the bulge of his crotch, and a black leather collar around his neck, with a silver, bone-shaped name tag dangling from the ring on the front of the collar--in the glare of the neon lights, Devesh saw that the name "Chance" had been engraved on the metal tag.

"Welcome to The Cage, boys," Chance said warmly. "Do you have a reservation?"

"Yeah, should be four under Tanner Milton," Tanner replied.

Chance consulted the tablet on his podium, scrolling through the list until...

"Ah, there you are. Mind if I see some ID?" the wolf requested.

Devesh, Tanner, Colby, and Luis dug out their wallets and pulled out their ID cards to pass over to Chance one at a time. The wolf held each card under the small UV lamp on his podium, looking for the standard holographic security measures on the cards before he glanced up to check faces against photos...and then birthdays. Tanner, Colby, and Luis received their IDs back without incident, but for Devesh...

"Ah, happy birthday!" Chance grinned when he checked the panther's date of birth.

"Heh, thanks," Devesh chuckled as the wolf handed his ID back to him.

"It's gonna be a good one--or at least one you'll never forget," Chance said with a wink before he motioned for everyone to proceed past him. "Hope you enjoy the show!"

"Thanks, man!" Tanner called as he and the rest of the group sauntered towards the bar.

Along the way, Devesh looked around the atrium, taking in more of this new environment. He saw that the whole space had been styled with an industrial theme. Oversized propeller-like fans hung from the bare rafters and slowly spun to help circulate the air that flowed from the exposed ventilation pipes; the walls were adorned with stamped metal sheets and exposed pipes, as well as several monitors that displayed a revolving slideshow of erotic art; all the sounds of the bar bounced off of the concrete floors, and Devesh saw that steel girders, raw wood, and plain brickwork had been tastefully woven into the bar's aesthetic as well.

"Wow...this is a pretty cool place!" Devesh called to his friends over the beat of the music.

"Right? And this is just the bar!" Luis called back.

"Wait, there's more?"

"Oh yeah--there's a whole 'nother section where they do the shows," Colby explained as he pointed to the hallway next to the bar.

"Ah, gotcha!"

The quartet approached the butcher block countertop, where a tall, thickset brown bear in a leather harness and a black and white jockstrap was tending the bar. The collar around the bear's neck bore a name tag that read "Big Moe."

"Hey, boys, what can I get started for you?" Big Moe asked.

"Could I get just a whiskey soda?" Tanner requested.

"Make that two, please," Luis added.

"I'll do...the Sinner's Moon IPA," Colby said as he consulted what was on draft. He then craftily asked, "And what do you recommend for someone celebrating his 21st birthday?"

The bear grinned toothily. "Oooh, is it for your friend here?" he asked, gesturing at Devesh.

"You got it!"

"Hmmm," Big Moe mused as he eyed the pudgy panther up and down for a moment.

Devesh giggled nervously, getting the distinct impression that the bear was undressing him with his eyes.

Big Moe smirked. "Lemme ask you this: rum, gin or whiskey?"

"Huh? Oh...uh, rum!" Devesh replied.

Big Moe laughed heartily. "Haha! Ah, man, now why'd I know you were gonna go for rum? You kids just can't get enough of that stuff, huh?"

"Well, rum and cum," Colby quipped.

The bear smirked again as he reached down to lewdly grope his full jockstrap; he lifted the bulging package before dropping it, demonstrating the weight of his manhood for the wide-eyed Devesh. "Heh, got plenty of that behind the bar, too," he said, grinning at the panther. "Now, besides being absolutely fuckable, you strike me as wanting something a little tropical, right?"

"Heh, yeah, that'd be great," Devesh answered, his mouth dry and his throat parched by this point thanks to the bear's forward flirtations.

"Hmm..." Big Moe's eyes lit up as inspiration struck. "Ah, I've got just the thing! So that's two whiskey sodas, a Sinner's Moon, and a birthday beverage, coming up..."

The group watched as Big Moe quickly poured the first three drinks, and then the bear went into action to make Devesh's order. Into a stainless steel shaker, he poured white rum, dark rum, orange juice, pineapple juice, grenadine, and a few drops of angostura bitters; after adding a generous scoop of ice, Big Moe sealed the shaker and quickly mixed the cocktail before pouring it into a waiting hurricane glass and topping it with a splash of club soda.

"And that, my friend, is a horny rum swizzle," Big Moe said as he passed the drink over to Devesh.

"Wow, thanks! Uh, what makes it horny?" the panther asked, unable to resist.

"Heh, you really want to know?" Big Moe replied deviously.

Devesh nodded, now even more curious.

"Well, it's two things: the club soda, to give it just a little bit of pep...and this," Big Moe said as he reached into his jockstrap, groped himself, and then, before the panther could react, wiped his musky fingers over Devesh's lips.

Devesh blushed, but he laughed along with his friends and licked his chops, tasting the bear's natural flavors that had been smeared on his face. "Oooh, I like that!"

Big Moe winked at him. "Plenty more where that came from if you want it, boy--you know where to find me...now, who had the reservation?"

After Tanner gave his information for the tab, and with a parting wave from Big Moe, the four of them stepped over to the hallway next to the bar, with a few more patrons following behind.

"Mm! Oh damn, that's good," Devesh purred after a sip of his cocktail--it was so wonderfully refreshing, yet almost dangerous with how strong it was.

"To 21!" Luis said, clinking his whiskey soda against Devesh's glass.

"21! 21!" Colby and Tanner chorused.

Devesh grinned as he raised his beverage and drank deeply along with his friends.

"Man...so, you gonna get with Big Moe?" Tanner asked as they walked down the dimly-lit hallway.

"Yeah, he was so into you!" Colby said, nudging Devesh's shoulder as they passed the doors for the bathrooms.

"Yeah? I don't know, he might've been hamming it up since it's my birthday," Devesh offered.

"Duuude, no way, he wanted you for real," Luis told him earnestly. "Big daddy bear wants to breed you bad, are you really gonna pass that up, Dev?"

"And you could have birthday sex with him!" Tanner noted excitedly.

Devesh laughed. "I mean, I could also have birthday sex with you guys!"

"Yeah, but how often do you get hit on by a hot bartender who's barely wearing anything?" Colby pointed out. "He basically let you taste his balls, dude! And he made a special drink for you--are you really gonna leave him hanging, or are you gonna be a good boy and get him to fuck you?"

Devesh giggled and took another sip of his drink. "Nooo...man, you really think I should do it?"

"Hell yeah!" Tanner said emphatically. "Get with him after the show and let him tap that ass!"

"Do it, do it, do it!" Colby and Luis chanted together.

Devesh couldn't fight the peer pressure, and he laughed as he surrendered. "Oh alright, I'll do it!"

"Yeah! Get it, buddy!" Tanner howled.

"Hey, can y'all calm down a little?" a booming voice called from behind them.

"Why don't y-aaah..." Tanner had started with plenty of bravado, but as he turned, all his bluster deflated like a balloon when he saw that he was addressing a bison twice as big as himself. "Aaaah-I-I...sorry, man!"

The pit bull resumed walking with his friends down the hallway, quietly grumbling, "Sheesh, just excited for my friend to get laid on his birthday, is it too much to celebrate?"

Colby, Devesh, and Luis snickered at Tanner for a moment before they all finally came to a stop in front of another podium next to a sliding glass door at the end of the hallway. The glass panels of the door were frosted, making it impossible to see through them, and the podium was manned by a short and stocky rabbit wearing a leather vest, leather booty shorts, and a collar around his neck tagged "Lucky".

"Hi there--do you have your reservation?" Lucky asked, holding up a small barcode scanner.

Tanner pulled out his phone to show Lucky the digital receipt of the reservation; after scanning the barcode on the screen to confirm, the lynx pressed a button on his podium and the glass doors next to the podium slid open, revealing a doorway draped in thick red velvet.

"Enjoy the show!" Lucky called after the quartet as they proceeded through the open doors.

Devesh was the last of his group to push past the velvet curtain, and his eyes widened when he saw the space he had entered.

"Oh, whoa," the panther breathed.

Devesh stood at the top of an arena that had been configured into a theater-in-the-round. Oblong tables--complete with menus and candles--and cushy chairs for the audience were set on the 10 tiered levels, while an expansive performance pit sat on the ground 30 feet below. The stage in the pit was a simple, polished wooden platform with a giant mahogany and steel steamer trunk sitting in the middle of the dais. To the right of the stage, Devesh saw another tall and wide freight elevator door, which was currently closed. Devesh's gaze then drifted back to the stage and lingered there for a moment, transfixed by the lights hypnotically swirling and shifting through the full spectrum of colors, before he glanced up to look directly at the lights--his eyebrows rose when he saw that, in addition to the stage lights, there were chains adorned with hooks, harnesses, handcuffs, and an entire leather sling also hanging from the ceiling. He stared at the implements, imagining how they might get used for the show he was about to watch. Was someone going to get strung up by their wrists or ankles? Was there going to be a shibari demonstration? Or what about...

"Dev! You coming?" Luis called, getting Devesh's attention.

"Huh? Oh!" The panther shook himself from his distracted visions and trotted to catch up with his friends who were settling into their seats at a table two levels down from the entrance.

Devesh joined his buddies and sat next to Tanner--Colby and Luis were already looking over the menu that had been placed on the table.

"Pretty cool, right?" Tanner asked Devesh.

"Yeah! I had no idea any of this was here," Devesh said as he kept glancing around the theater while more people were filtering in and filling the other seats. "So, you saw one of the shows when you came here before?"

"Yep," Tanner replied before taking another drink of his whiskey soda.

"What was it like?"

The pit bull laughed. "Man, I don't want to give anything away! You're gonna have to wait."

"And do what in the meantime?"

"Well, there's--oh, shit, smell that?" Tanner interrupted himself excitedly.

Devesh's nostril flared as he suddenly detected more of the odor he'd noticed when he'd first entered The Cage; the musky, salty, spicy aroma was stronger now, creating a more intense scent profile that put the panther in the mood for a gym locker room orgy...although now he could also detect the faint, refreshing hints of something tropical and tart, a crisp and fruity, alluring smell that suddenly made him so very thirsty and so very...needy...so incredibly horny...yes...his cock was getting harder now and started pushing against his underwear--Devesh shifted in his seat, trying to subtly adjust his growing boner.

"Yeah, I smelled some of that when we walked into the bar," he replied, attempting to sound casual.

"What is it?"

Tanner grinned as he laid back more comfortably in his chair, spreading his legs wider--in the corner of his eye, Devesh couldn't help but notice the bulge of his friend's crotch. "It's an aphrodisiac they pump in through the vents--helps enhance the show, you know? Gets you feeling good and super horny."

"Oh really?" Devesh asked, now relaxing more.

"Yeah, it's pretty strong stuff. No idea what's in it, but it's enough to get the engine going--I mean, I'm already chubbing up a lot because of it. Heh, looks like you're popping some wood, too, huh?" Tanner snickered with a lascivious leer at Devesh's crotch.

The panther looked down at himself; even though he had shifted in his seat to try to be a little more discreet with his stiffy, there was no obscuring the visible, hard outline of his shaft in his jeans. "Heh, that's just a roll of quarters," Devesh joked.

"Don't sell yourself short, man, I've played with that 'roll of quarters' before--you've got good stuff!" Tanner quipped back.

"Compared to the piece you've got?" Devesh returned with a meaningful glance at the thick lump in Tanner's crotch.

"Dude, I'd still suck your dick any day," Tanner sniggered. "Who knows, might even suck it during the show!"

"You're allowed to do that here?" Devesh asked, intrigued.

"Oh yeah--actually, don't be surprised if the guys here just start losing their pants and jerking off, that's allowed, too," Tanner said breezily. His eyebrows rose in delight as he looked past Devesh's shoulder, and he nodded for the panther to follow his gaze. "Oh hey, see? Someone's getting started already."

Devesh turned in his seat to look; on the level above him and his friends, and three tables to the left, he saw a slender lynx had already shucked off his tight jogging pants, letting them sit on the floor around his ankles while he was gently fondling his balls and lazily rubbing his cock.

"Whoa."

"Yeah, it's pretty awesome," Tanner said as Devesh turned back to face him. "There are some more rules about what you can do, but they'll go over all those before the show. Anyway, in the meantime...hey, you guys figured out what we're doing?" the pit bull asked the beaver and iguana sitting on his other side.

"Yep, ready for me to put in the order?" Colby asked as he scanned the QR code that had been taped to the table.

"Yeah, let's do it." Tanner nodded.

"Ah, hang on, what are we getting?" Devesh asked.

"A little of this, a little of that," Colby said evasively while he began selecting items on his phone.

"What do they even have?" Devesh reached for the leather-bound menu sitting on the table, but Luis snatched it up and held it out of reach.

"Ah-ah! All part of the birthday surprise," the iguana told him.

"Aw, dude, come on!" Still in his own chair, Devesh tried to get around Tanner and Colby, but Tanner held him back while Luis, at the far end of the table, held onto the menu securely.

"Don't worry, man, we got it covered! Just wait and see," Luis said smoothly while Colby submitted the order for the table.

It took 10 minutes for Devesh to see what his friends had procured. During that time, he had chatted idly with his buddies in between polishing off his rum swizzle and watching the auditorium fill with more spectators who sat at other tables all around the theater. Plenty of other newcomers had also divested themselves of their pants, shorts, and--as Devesh saw was the case for both a burly badger and a muscular horse--kilts, shamelessly submitting to their more carnal appetites thanks to the pungent aphrodisiac being pumped into the theater. Music began to play on hidden speakers, with more dramatic beats mixed under zithers, lutes, and drums, creating a somewhat Middle Eastern ambience. From a hallway on the far side of the theater, scantily clad waiters emerged bearing trays of drinks, snacks, and a few hookahs to deliver to audience members seated at their tables. As some of the guests began indulging in their hookahs, it didn't take long for a thin haze of vapor and smoke to start forming and filling the auditorium, creating a wispy, subtly foggy medium for the multicolored lights above the stage to make luminous, multicolored shafts. As time passed, Devesh settled even further into his chair, getting more giggly and relaxed thanks to the THC gummy he'd eaten earlier and the rum and beer in his system; the aphrodisiac that was wafting on the air, however, was making his cock throb in his pants. He almost felt ready to unzip his jeans just to release the physical tension, but before he could start reaching for his fly, he saw that two waiters with trays were finally heading directly for the table he was sharing with his friends.

"Oh, guys, this is us!" Colby said, having noticed the waiters, too.

A fox and a stoat--both wearing nothing except for leather harnesses, black thongs, and collars around their necks tagged with "Rusty" and "Dex", respectively--approached, skillfully balancing their large, heavily-laden trays.

"Hey guys, I've got a bunch of goodies for...'Devesh's birthday gangbang'?" Rusty the fox asked, reading the receipt he held in his free hand.

Devesh laughed while Colby proudly replied, "Yep, that's us!"

"Love the group name!" Rusty chuckled. "Alright, we have a hookah with Horny Honey Haze..."

Dex carefully deposited the large, brass, four-hosed hookah in the middle of the table, and Devesh saw that it was loaded with a bowl packed full of finely-ground weed and shisha.

"A group zombie..."

Dex placed four glasses and the large pitcher full of the cocktail in front of Tanner and Colby, who poured and distributed the drinks for the rest of the table.

"Four shots of tequila and four shots of whiskey..."

Devesh received a shot of each, just like the rest of his friends.

"Two Munchie Platters..."

Devesh and Tanner received a full platter of cookies, mini-pizzas, brownies, barbecue-flavored chips, and popcorn to split, as did Colby and Luis.

"A Red Oak lager..."

"For this guy right here!" Tanner directed Rusty to place the 1-liter beer stein in front of Devesh.

"Holy shit, guys, are you trying to kill me?" Devesh asked, eyeing the glass tankard in addition to all the drinks before him while his friends laughed.

"An Ursa IPA, a Bitter Elm sour, and a Grafton pilsner..."

Tanner received the IPA, Colby the sour, and Luis the pilsner.

"And...12 Little Bites."

Rusty and Dex worked together to distribute the dozen highball glasses according to Colby's instructions: two for him, two for Luis, two for Tanner, and six for Devesh.

The waiters asked if the group needed anything else, but Devesh was too distracted to answer--he blinked, at a loss for words as he processed what he saw in the six highball glasses lined up in front of him.

Each tall glass contained both a shot's worth of vodka and a micro no taller than three inches; there was a raccoon, an orca, a kangaroo, a tegu, a capybara, and a Rottweiler, all of them totally naked and all them visibly male, as demonstrated by the erections they were sporting. The tegu was on his hands and knees in the vodka, using his dexterous tail to indulgently fuck himself while he used his right hand to stroke his cock and finger his genital slit; both the raccoon and capybara were sitting on the bottoms of their glasses, their backs against the smooth, curved, transparent walls, while they teased their members, cupped and tugged their balls, and pinched their nipples, their attention solely on pleasuring themselves; the kangaroo, orca, and Rottweiler, on the other hand, were actively pressing themselves against the sides of their glasses and grinding their members up and down along the walls, putting on erotic displays for Devesh--the vodka they stood in was halfway up their shins, and it rippled and splashed as they moved their feet to better hump the sides of their glasses.

The panther stared at the diminutive men in the cups he'd been given. On the one hand, he almost couldn't believe his eyes; there was just no way there could be six tiny guys in front of him like this, but there they were, lined up in a neat row and clearly happy about being in their current situation. What was he even supposed to do with them? Just watch them? Find a way to drink the vodka without gulping them down? But then, the waiter had called them Little Bites, and they looked so...tasty. The orca, capybara, and Rottweiler all had some extra meat on their bones, and they were cute, plump, and juicy, like little dumplings, while the raccoon, tegu, and kangaroo looked like sleek and savory strips of beef....and Devesh's mouth was watering.

"I--do we...yo, what the fuck?" Devesh spluttered in surprise when he looked over at his friends and saw that Tanner was already in the process of drinking from one of his own highball glasses.

"Hey! Hey! We were supposed to do a toast!" Colby scolded--he and Luis were each holding a glass aloft (Colby's contained an alligator while Luis's had a cheetah), but Tanner had already tipped back his cup and opened his mouth wide to catch both the shot of vodka and the three inch-tall, nude rat tumbling head-first past his jaws; the last that Devesh saw of the rodent was his tail vanishing between the canine's lips. The pit bull quickly gulped--there was a visible lump in his throat, which bobbed, descended, and disappeared as he swallowed the vodka and the rat whole.

"Ah...sorry man, couldn't resist," Tanner chuckled as he placed his empty glass upside-down on the table.

"Dude, are you supposed to eat them?" Devesh asked.

"Hell yeah, that's the whole point of them!" Tanner replied. He picked up his other glass, this one with a wolf in it who was on his back in the vodka and licking the tip of his own dick. "Now let's do this right--come on, pick one up."

"Hoooo boy...okay." Devesh selected the glass containing the kangaroo and held it up in a toast along with his friends.

"Alright, who's doing the speech?" Tanner asked.

"There's a speech?" Devesh rolled his eyes.

"Come on, there's gotta be a speech!" Colby grinned.

"I got it, I got it," Luis said, getting everyone to look at him. "I'll keep it short and sweet. Ahem--Dev, a night like tonight comes only once in a lifetime, when we celebrate the man you've become--"

"By going to a sex show and having an orgy," Tanner contributed.

"By celebrating in style," Luis countered with a wink at the pit bull. "You're the best friend any of us could ask for, a hell of a lot of fun, always up for a good time, you're there for us through thick and thin, and you deserve the best! We love you, and we're gonna kick off your 21st year right with a night of debauchery you're never gonna forget. So let's get this party started and raise a glass...to Dev!"

"To Dev! Happy birthday!" Colby and Tanner cheered in unison, clinking their glasses with Devesh's.

"Aw, thanks guys!" The panther smiled wide as his three friends toasted him, but he hesitated in joining them as they downed their vodka and the micros in their glasses.

With the well-practiced ease of college careers spent tossing back shots at parties, Colby, Luis, and Tanner instinctively gulped and swallowed as soon as the alligator, cheetah, and wolf slid into their mouths. The little micros formed small bulges in their throats, which quickly disappeared as they sent their snacks to their final destinations. Colby, Luis, and Tanner sighed contentedly as they set their empty glasses upside-down on the table again.

"Oh man, that's good stuff," Luis muttered, satisfied.

"Heh, think those two are fucking in there already," Tanner snickered as he patted his stomach.

"Nice! What are you--aw, you gonna do it, Dev?" Colby asked, noticing that Devesh still hadn't done the deed.

"Well..." Devesh trailed off uneasily as he looked down at his own glass; the kangaroo in it gazed up at him, grinning lustfully while he continued rubbing his dick against the side of the cup. The panther's heart thumped nervously. Devesh didn't want to chicken out in front of his buddies after they'd done all this for him, but the prospect of eating someone alive still made him just a little queasy, even with the THC gummy, alcohol, and airborne aphrodisiac in his system loosening his inhibitions--the kangaroo was a living, breathing thing that he would swallow whole, that he would ultimately digest and churn down into nothing. The horny marsupial seemed completely okay with the fact that he was being served up as a snack for Devesh, that his life would end in the confines of the pudgy panther's stomach, but...

"Are...are you sure about this?" Devesh asked. "Like, it's really okay to eat them?"

"Hell yeah, man, don't worry about it," Tanner chuckled with an encouraging pat on the panther's shoulder. "They're born to be food, and you're gonna love the way they tickle and squirm on the way down. Just knock 'em back like a shot."

"Yeah, it's just like having a little chicken nugget or something, no biggie," Colby added.

"Well...alright, here goes!" Devesh, reassured by his friends' words, lifted his glass to his lips; the kangaroo in it crouched down slightly, ready to be devoured.

"Bottoms up, birthday boy!" Luis called.

Devesh tipped the glass back--as the vodka rolled towards the rim of the glass, the kangaroo maneuvered himself to drop feet-first into the panther's open mouth like he was going down a water slide.

The vodka was smooth, barely stinging at all, while the kangaroo immediately tasted wonderfully musky and sweaty, like he had been dunked in more of whatever aphrodisiac The Cage used before being plunked into the glass of alcohol. But as delectable as the kangaroo tasted, he plunged to the back of the panther's throat, and Devesh coughed and spluttered at the extra mass that triggered his gag reflex.

Both the kangaroo and vodka roughly backed up in his mouth; Devesh accidentally smushed the squirming micro between his tongue and the roof of his mouth, but the kangaroo didn't seem to mind--in fact, judging by the stiff cock that Devesh felt grinding against the ridges of his hard palate and the comfortable way the kangaroo's large feet were tickling his soft palate, he had a feeling that the little morsel was thoroughly enjoying himself. And, in the short moment that Devesh held the kangaroo in his maw, he had to admit that all the different textures of the micro's body were enough to get his mouth watering even more; the wet, saliva and vodka-drenched fur, the warmth of his natural body heat, the thick tail, the pronounced yet tiny contours of his cock and balls, the large ears and feet, the tiny heartbeat pattering quickly in excitement--all that combined with the irresistible flavors he could taste made Devesh feel like he had the most buttery, savory, tender piece of sushi in his mouth, but even better that that...and it was something that he just couldn't resist eating. He quickly rolled his tongue and pushed the kangaroo and vodka to the back of his mouth...and gulped.

"Yeah, there he goes!" Tanner called happily at the sight of Devesh devouring the little morsel whole.

The kangaroo formed a small, wriggling bulge in the panther's throat, deliciously tickling him from the inside, enough to send tingles and shivers along his spine. Devesh could feel the tiny marsupial's excited and eager writhing as he slid down his esophagus, the kangaroo's humping inside his gullet as he descended...and the satisfying squeeze and drop of the little kangaroo entering his stomach at last...the place where he would spend the rest of his life before becoming a part of Devesh forever.

"Whoa...urp!" Devesh burped as he set his now-empty glass upside-down on the table.

"Nicely done! What'd you think?" Luis asked.

"Man...weird, but pretty good!" Devesh admitted with an exhilarated grin.

"Heh, alright, that's one down, five to go!" Tanner said, pushing the highball glass containing the tegu towards Devesh. "Gotta give that roo some company in there!"

"Oh man...alright, here's to you, boys," Devesh said, lifting the glass to toast his friends before he knocked it back.

This time he was better prepared; the tegu fell headfirst into his mouth along with the vodka, and the reptile's wet, scaly textures were on Devesh's tongue for only a second before the panther smoothly swallowed the wriggling creature whole. Devesh shuddered at the delightful squirming of the tegu sliding down his throat, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of tiny, live prey happily slipping into his gullet and stomach.

"Mmm...alright, what do we have next?" Devesh asked, licking his lips as he placed the empty glass on the table while his friends applauded him.

Over the course of the next 15 minutes, Devesh consumed his shot of tequila, a handful of snacks from the platter he was sharing with Tanner, and half of his 1-liter beer stein; he had also taken a few drags from the group hookah, sucking in deeply from the pipe before slowly releasing the vapor from his mouth. In his belly, he could feel the tegu and the kangaroo moving around and jostling as they were presumably fucking each other in one last, frenzied, life-affirming act of hedonistic indulgence before they would eventually be digested. Devesh occasionally patted his stomach to shake them and contribute to their fun, unable to resist acting as the big bad predator who had consumed them.

The drugs and alcohol in his system were both making him pleasantly dizzy, relaxed, and buzzed, just like the rest of his friends. Little slurs and stumbled words began to creep into their speech as they all got more and more inebriated, and fits of giggles took over for brief moments before they carried on their conversation as the theater filled up further with additional spectators. Occasionally Devesh would glance around to see what his fellow spectators were doing--many, like him and his friends, had ordered snacks and drinks for their tables while they were chatting away. Others were in various states of undress and teasing themselves, with one tiger on the far side of the theater completely naked and sitting casually with a glass of whiskey in one hand and his stiff, throbbing cock in his other paw. The sound of dozens of conversations, animated and booze-fueled laughter, and people eating and drinking echoed around the chamber, filling the space in addition to the music that was playing, and more sweet and savory hookah smoke hung on the air, mixing with the musky and potent aphrodisiac that had Devesh feeling wonderfully horny.

It was right after Devesh had swallowed the orca (he couldn't believe how smooth and delectably rubbery its skin was, he could have spent hours simply sucking on the little cetacean who humped his tongue before getting gulped down the hatch) when the lights in the auditorium began to dim, and the conversations and chatter started dying down.

"Oooh, guys, shh, shh, shut up, s'bout to start!" Tanner hissed urgently, getting everyone at the table to simmer down. "Cole, you got--"

"Way 'heada you, broski," Colby sniggered as he reached into the brown paper bag he'd brought along. He rifled through it before pulling out a handful of something, and he passed the goodies to Luis on his left and Tanner and Devesh on his right.

Devesh looked at the pill he'd received--it was a little green tablet that had been stamped with a smiley face. The panther grinned, recognizing the ecstasy that Colby had given him. "Oooh, man you were holding out!"

"Had to save it for the right moment," Colby giggled.

The four of them popped the pills in unison and washed them down with their shots of whiskey as the lights in the theater-in-the-round went completely dark. The only source of illumination was the lit candles on the audience's tables and the red neon strip lights that bordered the steps of the audience seating levels and the doorways of the hallway for the waitstaff, the door that the audience had entered through, and the freight elevator next to the stage in the pit below. The music faded to silence, and Devesh could feel his heart thumping in anticipation while his stomach still jostled with the frenetic movements of the orca, tegu, and kangaroo inside continuing to fuck each other.

The panther waited, hardly daring to breathe as the theater-in-the-round grew still.

He could feel the tension of everyone else in the room waiting for another moment...

And another...

"Gentlemen, welcome to Men's Night at The Cage," a gruff, deep, and commanding voice announced over the auditorium's speakers.

Devesh and his friends applauded with the rest of the audience in the dark theater before the voice spoke again.

"Before we begin the show, we have some basic housekeeping to go over, as well as three very important rules for tonight," the announcer continued. "First, housekeeping: please make sure your phones are set to either silent mode or turned off so they don't distract the people around you or the performers on the stage. If you see something on the stage you don't like, you know where to find the door, so I suggest you use it. And if you see something on the stage that you do like, you're welcome to cheer, shout some encouragement, or tell the performers how much you enjoy it. Are we good on the housekeeping?"

"Yes!" the audience called in a resounding chorus.

"Good. Now, the important rules," the voice went on. "If you break any one of them, you will be removed from The Cage and forbidden from returning. Rule number one: Do not approach or come on the stage unless you're invited. There will be opportunities for audience participation; otherwise, please stay in your seats for the duration of the show unless you need to leave. Rule number two: You're welcome to pleasure yourself however you like during the show, and you can play with your seatmates and neighbors if you want, but ask for consent first. Remember, it's okay to say no, and if you do not have someone's consent, be an adult and keep your hands, mouth, feet, tail, ass, or pussy to yourself."

The audience chuckled, but the voice continued on to the final rule. "And rule number three: Do not harass the performers--they're here to enjoy themselves and to put on a show for you, not to hear your abuse. You're welcome to encourage them and use some common sense for dirty talk, but any derogatory, insulting, or abusive language will get you ejected from the premises."

The speaker paused before asking, "Now, are we clear on the rules?"

"Yes!" the audience--including Devesh, Colby, Luis, and Tanner--called back.

"Good boys," the voice replied with a devious rumble--Devesh could almost hear the sly smile in those two words. As the voice continued, the Middle Eastern music mixed with deep, synthesized beats resumed playing, slowly growing louder over the speakers. "Now, we invite you to join us for an exhibition of carnal delights, passions of the flesh, and explorations of euphoric bliss. Enjoy the show."

A bright white spotlight above the stage flashed on, shining a column of light down directly on the center of the wooden platform, and the audience applauded. Devesh and his friends grinned at each other before watching the stage intently.

From above, a chain with a hook attached to its end descended from the ceiling, hanging in the middle of the spotlight, until it was four feet above the wooden boards.

The freight elevator doors to the right slid up, and the audience applauded again as the elevator's occupants walked onto the stage: a leanly muscled Dalmatian in his 30s who wore nothing except his spotted fur, and an incredibly tall, beefy and burly elephant wearing a black executioner's hood that covered his head (save for his rotund trunk, thick tusks, and wide ears), black leather cuffs around his meaty wrists, and a black loincloth around his waist. The elephant's loincloth dipped down to his knees--the thin fabric did nothing to hide the silhouette of the girthy, semi-flaccid cock beneath it, while the pink tip of the nude Dalmatian's member was only just starting to poke out of his sheath.

Devesh watched, transfixed, as the Dalmatian padded into the spotlight while the elephant opened the industrial steamer trunk and pulled out a collection of aluminum pipes, a folded piece of what appeared to be black, shiny latex rubber, a pair of handcuffs, a ball gag, and a chastity cage. The elephant brought his materials into the spotlight to join the Dalmatian, and the two of them worked together to first unfold the latex rubber sheet, which resembled a giant, empty balloon. The elephant and the Dalmatian then inserted the aluminum pipes into the rubber balloon and methodically connected them, constructing a large, four feet by four feet by four feet cube--the rubber covered the structure completely, except for a small hole which Devesh figured was used for entering the cube and allowed the subject's head to stick out while they were immobilized.

Once they were done with the cube, the Dalmatian stood with his back to the elephant, his tail wagging excitedly; the elephant roughly grasped the canine's hands and drew them back before locking them together with the handcuffs--the manacles clicked audibly as he cinched them shut around the Dalmatian's wrists.

His hands cuffed together now, the Dalmatian turned to face the elephant, who now held the chastity cage. The device was a blunt metal dome connected to a ring, and the elephant used a key to unlock the cage and pull it apart, allowing it to be put on someone--in this case, the handcuffed Dalmatian in front of him. The Dalmatian thrust his hips forward, as if obligingly offering himself up to the elephant, eagerly submitting his cock and balls for the elephant to lock away.

The elephant chuckled, and wrapped his trunk around the Dalamatian's neck, lightly choking him and pulling him in closer.

"He who finds release in bondage is a happy slave, which in itself is a physical embodiment of paradoxical bliss," the same gruff, deep voice over the speaker said as the elephant began affixing the chastity cage to the Dalmatian's genitals; the pachyderm's thick, sausage-like fingers tugged the canine's testicles through the metal ring, prompting squirms and more excited tail wags from the smaller man as his nuts were manhandled.

Devesh's gut flipped and rose excitedly as he watched the intimate act of submission and domination on the stage--the Dalmatian and the elephant were so close together, the elephant taking charge of the Dalmatian's manhood with the arrogance and nonchalance of an experienced dom, yet with a tenderness that ensured the sub was enjoying himself...and the panther's cock throbbed in his pants as he imagined having his own nuts pulled and manipulated by the big, strong elephant before being put into chastity. Devesh's hand drifted absently to his crotch, his palm resting on the stiff outline of his shaft and the plump bulge of his balls.

With the ring secure around the base of the Dalmatian's furred sheath and scrotum, the elephant pushed the metal dome of the cage over the canine's plump sheath; more of the Dalmatian's shaft had begun to emerge from the fur-covered pocket, but the elephant forcibly pushed back on it with the upper part of the cage, stuffing the swelling shaft back inside as he covered the man's sheath with the cage.

"On the one hand, he is deprived of his freedom, his autonomy, his free will to do with his body as he pleases. And yet, in his bondage, he is liberated from the shackles of his worries, free to bask in the euphoric state into which he has been cast," the speaker continued as the elephant aligned the upper portion of the chastity cage with the locking mechanism in the ring around the Dalmatian's balls.

The elephant inserted the key and twisted, locking the chastity cage in place...before he twisted harder. His bicep bulged, and his trunk flexed around the canine's neck as he held the Dalmatian still.

SNAP.

"Oooh!" A few audience members groaned as they heard and watched the elephant break the key off in the Dalmatian's cage.

"Yeah!" A few other spectators cheered and clapped.

Devesh's stomach (which was still jostling and bouncing a little as the micros inside it continued having their fun) dropped as he realized the full impact of what had just happened. "Damn," he muttered, his eyebrows raised.

With the key broken in the lock, and short of using a pneumatic bolt cutter, there was no getting the device off of the canine--he was effectively in permanent chastity now.

"In giving himself over to his restraints and locking away that which makes him a man, he surrenders on a spiritual level--he lets go of his own ego and attachments," the unseen speaker went on.

In the meantime, the hooded elephant released his trunk from the Dalmatian's neck and helped him enter the rubber cube, slipping the canine through the entrance hole in the middle of the topside face of the structure. The Dalmatian stepped in and wriggled helpfully to work the rubber housing up along his body; he crouched down to fit into the cube, until only his head and part of his neck were sticking out of the hole--the rubber clung to his throat tightly, creating an airtight seal. The elephant returned to the steamer trunk and rummaged through it for a moment.

"It is this act of voluntary loss that creates his most profound moment of joy and deepest sense of fulfillment. He is no longer living the life of a slave to himself as all men are, but the life he was always meant to live; that of being a subject to a higher power," the speaker said as the elephant returned with a long hose that he jammed into the hole that the Dalmatian's head was protruding from.

Whirrrrr...

A vacuum started up within the steamer trunk, and the initially loose black sheet of rubber began to shrink and collapse, conforming to the contours of the Dalmatian's body. Devesh could see the outline of the canine's figure trapped in the rubber vacuum wrap, from the muscles of his shoulders and upper body to the pronounced dome of the chastity cage and his balls; the rubber between the Dalmatian's spread and squatting legs formed a thin webbing, and the planes of the rubber sheath sucked in against each other in concave trapezoidal shapes that formed around the canine's body now suspended in latex.

The Dalmatian wriggled and writhed, convulsing in pleasure as the rubber hugged him tighter and tighter. He tried thrusting his hips and wagging his tail, he tried kicking his legs and shaking his arms, but the rubber was sucked so fast against him that he could only budge a few millimeters. The rubber squeaked and warped slightly, but no matter how much he moved, the vacuum cube stayed still. He was utterly trapped...but the Dalmatian's moaning, huffing, and panting were all evidence that he was enjoying himself to the extreme.

When there was no more air to suck out, the elephant removed the hose and the vacuum shut off. He reached for the hook and chain that had been hanging behind the cube the whole time he and the Dalmatian had been performing, and he pulled it down--Devesh couldn't see what he was attaching the hook to, but the panther heard the telltale clink of metal on metal that told him the hook was now connected to the cube's frame.

"And that higher power has chosen to use him as nothing but a mere ornament for our shared delight for this evening," the voice continued as the chain began to lift.

The elephant helped rotate the now-immobilized Dalmatian's cube to account for the chain lifting; he pushed it down on its front face, making the Dalmatian stare down at the stage...before the rising chain pulled up further, and the elephant maneuvered the cube so the Dalmatian now hung upside down and began to rise from the floor, too.

The audience clapped and Devesh watched, spellbound, as the Dalmatian rose up...up...

When he was five feet off the ground, the elephant affixed the red rubber ball gag in the canine's muzzle, locking it behind the Dalmatian's head and preventing the man in bondage from speaking.

The chain lifted up higher...higher...10 feet...20 feet, he was level with Devesh's table...30 feet, he was level with the topmost row of audience seats...40 feet...50 feet, where he stopped at last and gently swung upside down, a lewd facsimile of a chandelier, purely decorative and moaning and drooling through his ball gag as he gazed down at the stage and the audience below.

"He will remain hanging throughout the night, an ever-present reminder of how far we all go to satiate our carnal appetites, and yet he will be the only one who is free to fully enjoy them, while all of you will be ensnared and enslaved by them," the voice over the speaker declared as the white spotlight changed to red, bathing the entire auditorium in a crimson glow.

The audience applauded and cheered wildly, looking up at the Dalmatian hanging above them. Devesh and his friends clapped along enthusiastically, glancing up at the hanging canine and down at the stage where the elephant was putting away the vacuum hose and closing the steamer trunk before he headed for the freight elevator.

"Man, fuckin' ay!" Tanner called over the applause. "Great opener or what?"

"Awesome! Dude's living the dream!" Colby shouted back.

The red spotlight faded and gave way to a vaguely green color scheme in preparation for the next act, and the audience simmered down as the freight elevator door opened again. The elephant entered the cab, but a burly wolverine dressed in a white button-down shirt, khaki slacks, and a powder blue necktie stepped out and mounted the stage.

The Middle Eastern music continued to play in the background, and Devesh took a hit from the hookah and another few gulps of his beer while he and the rest of the audience watched the wolverine slowly and sensually loosen his tie. He didn't take the tie off, but he loosened it enough to form a slack noose around his neck before he started unbuttoning his shirt.

"Oooh, now this is nice," Colby murmured--Devesh glanced over to see the beaver unzipping his fly and pulling out his cock while he kept his eyes on the stage.

The wolverine lazily finished unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his stocky torso with a barrel chest and small keg of a stomach. He shrugged out of his shirt and casually allowed it to fall to the stage while he turned to face another section of the audience in the theater-in-the-round, now presenting his backside to Devesh. The panther watched the wolverine's tail swish from side to side as he unfastened his belt and waistband...and then hooked his thumbs into his pants.

Wolf whistles and applause sounded off as the wolverine started pulling down his slacks. A round, firm butt clad in tight, powder blue briefs popped out of the khakis, and Devesh's eyes were glued to the man's swaying ass and flicking tail as the wolverine tugged his pants down to expose his thick thighs.

"Yeah, show us what you got!" someone in the audience called out.

The wolverine let his pants fall to his ankles and he stepped out of them; he raised his hands to his chest and head, exposing his armpits and caressing himself, as he turned on the spot again, and Devesh saw the full bulge of the wolverine's arousal in the crotch of his underwear. The audience applauded as the wolverine pulled his tie free and tossed it away before he began teasingly playing with the elastic waistband of his briefs.

"Come on, take it off!" Colby called--the beaver at Devesh's table was squeezing his stiff cock in his hand by now.

The wolverine pulled a little here and a little there, dragging the sides of his underwear down his hips centimeter by centimeter, riling the audience up even more and more. He rolled down the backside of his briefs, exposing his bare ass and lifting his tail to show off for the crowd...before he finally tugged down the front and shucked off his underwear completely to raucous applause and cheers.

The wolverine's cock was a short but thick slab of meat that sprang to attention when it was released from the confines of his underwear. Devesh's mouth watered when he saw the tight, form-fitting hood of foreskin encircling the man's cockhead and the gleaming silver of a hefty Prince Albert piercing protruding from the wolverine's urethra--the thick ring pierced through the wolverine's cock filled out his tight prepuce even further, creating an extra bulge in the thin, elastic roll of sensitive skin.

"Mmm, that's hot," Tanner mused next to Devesh.

Devesh watched the wolverine drop his underwear before the man settled onto his knees...grasped his cock...and began stroking his shaft, pushing and pulling his foreskin as he rubbed, exposing his glans and covering them again and again. He started slowly, lazily taking his time as he stroked with his right hand, while his left hand crossed his chest and went for his right nipple, squeezing and pinching the small, hard nub. The wolverine leaned back, arching his back and gazing up at the ceiling, up towards the Dalmatian hanging high above him in the rubber vacuum cube.

"Pleasure is a fundamental experience of life," the speaker stated while the audience watched the masturbating wolverine on the stage. "It is something that we all seek, and something that we all enjoy, to the point of debasing ourselves in pursuit of it, whether as a pure physical sensation or a complex psychological state."

The wolverine huffed and began stroking his cock in earnest, beating his meat with abandon. His Prince Albert shook back and forth as he rubbed vigorously, and Devesh watched the man's free hand descend from his nipple down to trace along his sternum and abdomen, to his groin and down to his balls, which he cupped and fondled. In addition to the music, the fapping of the wolverine, and the lustful murmurings of the crowd in the auditorium, Devesh could hear the rustling of Colby's clothes as the beaver was jerking off himself; Devesh gripped the bulge of his own crotch, rubbing himself through his jeans as he watched the wolverine.

By now he'd stopped thinking about the activity going on in his stomach--if he had been paying attention, Devesh would have noticed that the micros he'd swallowed had slowed down, almost settling to a stop, but he was too focused on his own arousal and the wolverine on the stage below him.

"In this arena, the simplest and most fulfilling method of obtaining the pleasure we seek is to enjoy the pleasures of our own bodies. Find the areas that set you alight, that simultaneously satisfy you and make you hunger for more," the speaker said as the music continued playing.

The wolverine stroked faster now, grunting and panting lewdly, his face a portrait of pleasure and concentration; Devesh could imagine that he was holding back, trying to make this experience of jerking off for the entertainment of dozens of strangers last as long as possible. The wolverine released his grip on his testicles and pushed his left hand further, beneath his taint...and he moaned.

"Take the time to explore yourself, the time to tease yourself--pleasure is not something that should be rushed or taken for granted," the speaker continued while the wolverine fingered himself and kept pawing off. In the glow of the lights shining down on the wolverine, Devesh saw stringy, glittering beads of pre fly from the man's cockhead and Prince Albert, shaken off by the physical force of the mustelid's rapid stroking. "It is something that should be savored and enjoyed. Give yourself over to your base instinct to seek out what feels good to you--let it overwhelm you, let it fill you."

Devesh felt dizzy from the pot and alcohol in his system--the ecstasy hadn't hit yet, but he was feeling so relaxed and in such a comfortably woozy stupor already that it took him a second to register that Tanner was whispering to him. "Huh?"

"I said, how much longer do you think he's gonna go?" Tanner whispered.

Devesh shrugged as he kept his eyes on the wolverine. "Don't know--I prob'ly would've busted by now."

"Heh, wanna make that happen?" Tanner snickered.

The panther chuckled dopily, but shook his head. "Eh, maybe not just yet...wanna enjoy more of the show..."

The pit bull reached under the table and gave his thigh a friendly and inviting squeeze, which made Devesh's cock throb in his pants even harder.

Meanwhile, the wolverine was rubbing himself raw, stroking as fast as he could go while he pushed his fingers into his ass. He moaned needily, desperately, as the stage lights swirled around him and gradually faded off and on.

"Keep going, submit to the pleasure swelling in your very core," the speaker went on.

The wolverine's torso lifted and he straightened up while still on his knees...before he hunched forward. His hips bucked and his hand audibly beat against his balls as he kept pawing off.

"Until you're ready to explode..."

The wolverine grunted and snarled; his chest and stomach heaved, and more precum dripped to the stage between his spread legs.

"Until the moment that you can stand it no longer..."

"Ungh! Uuuungh!" the wolverine groaned.

"Yeah, do it! Come on!" A few people from the crowd called.

"Ready to burst out of your skin," the speaker said.

The wolverine humped into his hand while still fingering himself; his movements were frenzied, erratic, he was on the verge.

"And erupt with bliss."

"Huuuuungghhh! Ah fuck! Ah fuck! Fuuuuuuuuhuuuuuck!" the wolverine howled and cried out as he blasted viscous, gooey ropes of cum on the stage in front of him, spilling his seed over the wooden boards.

The audience erupted in applause, hoots, and cheers as the wolverine came hard, splattering the contents of his balls in thick jets that fired five feet in front of him and landed in sloppy, ropey trails.

"Fuck yeeessss!" Devesh saw that Colby was still jerking off at the display--the beaver was simply teasing himself, edging and prolonging his pleasure instead of stroking with the intent to cum; he rubbed his thumb over the tip of his cock, smearing his leaking precum over his glans as he and the rest of the crowd watched the wolverine shudder and gasp in the throes of his climax.

The wolverine's cock spasmed and cum continued to fly from his urethra in spurts as his right hand rapidly stroked his shaft and he shoved the fingers of his left hand harder into his ass. His whole body visibly shook with violent tremors as he overstimulated himself...until, eventually, the spurts of semen slowed to an oozing dribble as the wolverine's orgasm settled. The man fell still and huffed hard, thoroughly spent. He stayed hunched over, catching his breath as he basked in the afterglow for a moment...before he pulled his fingers free from his ass, released his grip on his still-stiff and dripping cock, and supported himself on his hands and knees as he crouched down and began licking his cum off the stage. He was like a pig, hungrily rooting on the ground for every morsel he could get; the audience murmured in approval as they watched him lap up every drop of his seed, and clapped when he rose to take a bow once the stage was clean again.

"Man, this is awesome!" Devesh called to his friends while they applauded with the rest of the crowd.

"Right? Fuckin' hot, and s'more to come!" Luis called back from the other end of the table.

The wolverine gathered his discarded clothes and strode off the stage for the freight elevator--the door slid open and he stepped inside the cab while two figures stepped out to take his place.

The lights in the theater transitioned from predominantly green to amber and gold as the first man--a short, fawn-furred, stocky rabbit in his late 40s wearing only a pair of black and gray camo-patterned cargo shorts--took to the stage. He walked until he stood in front of the steamer trunk, then turned to face the second man still cloaked in the shadows.

"Come here now, boy!" the rabbit barked with authority.

The second man stepped into the light as he proceeded onto the stage; Devesh saw that he was a tall, muscular tiger who couldn't have been older than himself and his friends. The tiger wore a pair of white boxer briefs that hugged his waist, thighs, and crotch closely, and there was a shaggy, messy shock of black fur on his head--it was long enough in the front to hang just above his eyes. He was at least 10 inches taller than the rabbit and boasted a bulky and powerful physique, yet he crept meekly towards the rabbit, his shoulders slightly hunched in submission, his chin down, and his gait cautious.

"Good boy," the rabbit said sternly as the tiger approached him in front of the steamer trunk.

The tiger smiled down at the rabbit, evidently happy to have obeyed the older, shorter man.

The rabbit reached up to grab the tiger by the base of his neck, and pulled, possessively yanking the larger feline down into a crouch, low enough for their lips to meet in a kiss.

The rabbit kissed with commanding passion and confidence--even in his addled and tipsy state, Devesh could see the display of power for what it was while the tiger accepted his master's smooching and worked his jaw to keep up with the older man's dominant, forceful kisses for a moment...before the rabbit pushed him back slightly, breaking the kiss, but still holding him by the throat and looking him squarely in the eye.

"Who do you belong to, boy?" the rabbit demanded.

"You, sir," the tiger mewled back submissively like a kitten.

"You gonna do what I say, when I say it?" the older rabbit prompted--he gently shoved the tiger back and forth, making the boy sway on the spot, demonstrating further that he was the one in control here.

"Yes, sir." The younger tiger's tail twitched excitedly as he replied without hesitation.

"You gonna follow every order I give you?"

"Yes sir."

"You gonna let me do whatever I want with you?"

"Yes sir."

"You gonna be my good boy?"

"Yes sir."

"You gonna be my property?"

"Yes sir."

The rabbit grinned. "Good boy...let's get you marked up as mine."

Before the tiger could react, the rabbit yanked him down further while raising his free arm to expose his armpit, and he shoved the tiger's face into his underarm.

Devesh and his friends--along with the rest of the audience--watched the tiger shiver and heard him moan and chuff happily as he rubbed his face back and forth in the rabbit's armpit. He worshiped the armpit, burying his muzzle in it while he held onto the rabbit like he was a mere mortal clutching at the divine; the tiger smeared his nose with his master's sweat and musk, rolling the rabbit's scent across his fur and deeply huffing it in his nostrils.

"Good kitten...that's it, take it all in," the rabbit instructed as he kept his left arm raised for the tiger to sniff and lick his exposed armpit. The rabbit's right hand moved from the tiger's neck to the back of his head, his yellow-furred fingers grasping the jet black mess of fur on the feline's cranium. "Keep huffing, just like that...that's the smell of a real man...that's the smell of the man who owns you."

"Mmmhmm!" the tiger moaned as he kept sniffing and licking his master's armpit.

"You like having your face in my musky, sweaty pit, don't you?"

"Mmhmm!"

"That's where a good little musk pig like you belongs, isn't it?"

"Huuuuh yes sir," the tiger breathed.

"You love the way I smell." The rabbit didn't phrase it as a question that time--it was a fact that he stated with certainty.

"Mmhmm!" the tiger nodded with his face still in the rabbit's armpit, enthusiastically stuffing his nose into the space under the older man's arm.

The rabbit chuckled. "That's just the beginning. We're gonna get you smelling like me so everyone knows who you belong to...they'll be able to smell that you're my good little bitch from a mile away...heh, get down on the ground," he commanded as he released his hold on the tiger's head.

The tiger obeyed, sinking to his knees in front of the rabbit, kissing along his body as he descended, until he was face-to-face with his master's crotch.

"All the way, bitch--on your back," the rabbit told him.

"Yes sir," the tiger murmured dreamily as he complied, lying on his back on the stage.

Devesh watched, intrigued, as the rabbit stepped in between the tiger's spread legs, standing with his feet touching the boy's balls in his boxer briefs...and then raised his left foot, which he planted on the feline's white-furred chest. The rabbit began grinding his foot on top of the tiger's thick pectorals, wiping and twisting to impart the sweat and smell of his paw pads on the boy's body. The tiger moaned and arched his back in pleasure, and he writhed as he pushed himself up against the sole of the rabbit's foot, as if trying to get even more of his master's scent on his chest.

"That's a good bitch...heh, you could make a good doormat this way," the rabbit smirked as he pressed his foot on the tiger's upper torso before dragging down along the boy's rising and falling stomach. "Would you like that? Spending your days waiting for your master to wipe his feet on you just so you can smell like him even more?"

"Ooooh yes siiiirrr," the tiger groaned.

"Hmm...you would actually love that, huh," the rabbit observed as he dragged his foot down even further...to rest on top of the prominent bulge of the tiger's crotch. He rubbed the ball of his foot over the outline of the tiger's cock in his boxer briefs, pushing the fabric back and forth before grinding down on the younger man's erection--he spread his toes on either side of the visibly stiff shaft and wriggled them against the tiger's arousal while his heel pressed down on the boy's testicles. "Heh, you'd really love that!"

"Yes sir!" The tiger squirmed under the rabbit's foot as the rabbit teased him for a moment longer, before...

"Well, a proper doormat is very good," the rabbit started as he raised his left foot again and planted it once more on the tiger's chest, "at cleaning his master's feet..."

The rabbit put all of his weight on his left foot, stepping on top of the tiger; maintaining his balance now, the rabbit swung his right foot up to the tiger's head and planted it directly on top of the feline's snout.

"With a spitshine," the rabbit finished.

The tiger needed no further instruction; he lapped and nuzzled at the rabbit's foot, dragging his tongue across and between the thick pads on the underside of the older man's toes. He quivered as he huffed and sniffed at the rabbit's sole, and his cock strained against the thin fabric of his boxer briefs, forming a tent in his underwear. The rabbit, in the meantime, stayed standing on top of the tiger for a couple minutes, pressing his foot into the boy's nose, wriggling his toes, swaying his paw from side to side to make the tiger have to chase his foot to sniff it...

"Heh, there we go...getting you smelling like me even more...but I think we need to do something about your look," the rabbit eventually said, his tone contemplative. "I want everyone to know you're my property as soon as they look at you."

The rabbit removed his foot from the tiger's face and stepped off of the panting feline--the tiger's face was wet with his own saliva and the sweat of his master's foot, and he continued laying flat on his back while the rabbit moved to open the steamer trunk. The rabbit rummaged around for a moment before he pulled out his chosen tool, and he turned around to look at the tiger again.

"Sit up on your knees, boy."

The tiger immediately obeyed, sitting pretty on his knees with his back to his master behind him.

The rabbit brandished the electric clipper he had pulled out of the steamer trunk...and flicked the switch.

BZZZZZZZZZZZ...

The buzzing of the clipper filled the auditorium, and the rabbit roughly grasped the tiger by the back of his neck...before he lowered the clipper to the top of the tiger's head.

BZZZZZZZZZZZZT. BZZZZZZZZZZZZT. BZZZZZZZZZZZZT. BZZZZZZZZZZZZT.

The rabbit dragged the clipper in long, methodical strokes across the tiger's scalp, shearing off strip after strip of the messy shock of black fur that topped the boy's dome. The tiger shivered, but he patiently sat still, allowing the rabbit to shave off his long locks; they fell to the stage in tufts and wisps, littering the floor around him.

"I like a bitch with a nice, clean look...makes you remember your place as my property...I own you and can do whatever I want with you...and you don't need all that extra fur to be my good boy," the rabbit said as he cut the tiger's fur.

The tiger remained where he knelt on the stage, letting the rabbit work. The clipper easily sailed through the fur between his ears and along the upper portion of his neck; in a matter of minutes, the tiger's messy and shaggy hairdo was reduced to a closely cropped buzz cut, with the fur on top of his head noticeably shorter than the rest of his orange and black-striped coat.

The audience clapped at the tiger's new hairstyle as the rabbit switched off the clipper and rubbed the top of his head, dislodging any long hairs that still clung to the boy's freshly-buzzed dome.

To Devesh, the tiger looked diminished without all the excess fur on his head, naked and exposed in a way that went beyond simply not wearing clothes. As tipsy and stoned as he was, the panther realized that the tiger's extra fur had once been his personal form of self-expression--a visual representation of his will and bodily autonomy. In cutting it all off, the rabbit had assertively removed a part of the feline's identity and imposed his own will upon the boy he had just shaved.

And yet, the tiger was grinning from ear to ear.

"There, that's much better...just needs one more thing to complete the look," the rabbit mused as he deposited the clipper in the steamer trunk. He reached into the confines of the container...and pulled out a leather collar with a silver, circular tag clipped to a ring on the band. The rabbit pulled the collar around the tiger's throat like a necklace and buckled it into place--as the metal tag that now dangled from the tiger's neck glinted in the light, Devesh could see the word "BITCH" engraved on it in large, bold letters.

The rabbit stepped around the tiger and looked him up and down. "Mmm, there's my good boy...are you happy to be my property?"

"Yes sir!" the tiger replied at once, his tail twitching with excitement.

"Heh, well you're not fully my property yet," the rabbit snickered. "I told you I was gonna make you smell like me; I said that people would be able to smell that you're my good little bitch from a mile away. There's only one way to make that happen."

"Yes sir," the tiger said dutifully, nodding his understanding.

The rabbit reached for the fly of his olive green shorts and unzipped it...then reached in...and pulled out the six-inched, chubbed, semi-flaccid pole of his cock, aiming it at the tiger kneeling before him.

Devesh, along with the rest of the audience, waited on tenterhooks, his breath held in anticipation as he imagined what was about to happen, even though the scene on the stage was still for a moment...and then...

A thick stream of translucent, pale yellow piss arced out of the rabbit's cock like a fountain and splattered over the tiger's bowed head. The flow of water glittered like a surge of yellow diamonds under the stage lights as it sailed through the air and pitter-pattered onto the tiger. The rabbit slowly wagged his cock from side to side, creating a lazily wobbling trail of water that fell on the tiger's head and ears--the piss soaked into his fur and dripped from his whiskers, it trickled down his nose and onto his torso, where it seeped into his coat, darkening the orange and white fur as it grew wetter and wetter.

"Aaahhh...there we go," the rabbit sighed blissfully as he urinated freely.

The tiger moaned as the rabbit drenched him in a golden shower; the rabbit started with the boy's head before adjusting his aim to hit his shoulders and chest. His piss cascaded through the tiger's fur, seeping into it and dripping down along his body, forming rivulets that ultimately spilled onto the stage and pooled around the young feline. The tiger rubbed his chest and stomach sensually, making a display of effectively bathing himself in his master's lightly-acrid piss.

The speaker who had provided commentary for the first two acts of the night piped up at last as the rabbit continued pissing on the tiger.

"There are many ways a man can take possession of another man. Breeding him, branding him, writing his name on him--but what way ensures that the relationship of owner and possession is clear?" the speaker noted. "Marking him with the water that your body doesn't even need demonstrates your position of authority. Your urine carries the heat and smell of your body--it is how you make your mark on the world around you, to show what is yours."

As the commentator spoke, the rabbit adjusted his aim again, shooting his stream of piss directly at the tiger's crotch. The pale yellow fluid soaked the tiger's boxer briefs, making them damp and soggy, and they clung even tighter to the boy's clearly throbbing erection. The rabbit's piss splashed and splattered noisily, dribbling on the fabric and the exposed, sensitive skin beneath it, and the tiger moaned euphorically as the rabbit urinated on his cock and balls.

"Every inch of what you mark with your urine belongs to you," the speaker continued. "It is the most natural, basic, instinctual law that every man recognizes. It is your way of imparting your scent, your essence upon your possessions, your way to communicate with everyone else that an object is yours alone."

The rabbit's stream of piss was as strong and powerful as ever as he aimed once more for the tiger's face, hitting the boy squarely on the snout. The tiger indulgently shook his head from side to side, ensuring every centimeter of his muzzle, cheeks, forehead, and chin was coated and dripping in rabbit piss, before he opened his mouth and caught the stream in his maw. The rabbit's urine splashed on his tongue and gurgled audibly as it pooled in his mouth...before the tiger gulped it all down, a parched boy slaking his thirst with his master's piss...and let his mouth fill once more before swallowing the drink that the rabbit was providing for him...

Until, at last, the rabbit's bladder emptied and the thick torrent of urine slowed to a trickle...and then to a stop. The tiger licked his lips as the rabbit wagged his dick up and down, flicking off the last few drops, before he stuffed his cock back into his shorts and zipped his fly again. He then approached the tiger, padding into the puddle of urine that had formed on the stage around the boy--he put a hand under the tiger's chin and forced it upward, making the tiger gaze up at him.

"You're mine, boy," the rabbit stated. "Inside and out."

The tiger nodded. "I'm yours, sir."

The rabbit grinned before he removed his hand from the tiger's chin...and gripped the collar around his neck, using it to pull the tiger to his feet...and to walk behind him, leading him away.

The audience applauded and cheered as the rabbit strode with the soaking wet tiger off the stage and towards the freight elevator, their performance concluded. The freight elevator doors, in the meantime, slid open, and a two-man cleaning crew in the cab traded places with the rabbit and tiger.

"Hang tight, gentlemen, the next act will start soon," the speaker announced while the cleaning crew began mopping up the piss and shorn fur from the stage.

Devesh heaved a sigh as he sat back in his chair, reveling in the first three acts he'd just seen. "Wow..."

"Right?" Tanner grinned. "Whatcha think?"

"Just...wow! I mean...damn, s'all so hot...you know how many more acts they're gonna have?" Devesh asked.

"I think they had, like...15 when I was here? Had an intermission...heh, hopefully they've got enough acts to keep Colby edgin' for a while," the pit bull snickered as he looked over at the beaver next to him--Colby was still gently stroking his cock, rubbing his palm up and down along his shaft. "Havin' a good time, man?" Tanner asked, nudging his friend's shoulder.

"Fuck yeah...been a while since I was this turned on," Colby grunted. He looked over at Devesh. "How you doing?"

The panther giggled and put a hand on his own crotch, showing off the stiff, throbbing outline of his cock in his jeans. "Oh, I'm feeling it."

"Hehe, you gonna bust that piece out or what?" Colby asked.

"Mmmm...think I'll hold off for a lil' while," Devesh sighed pleasantly. "Wanna see what else they've got before I start whackin' it."

"I feel ya, man...take your time, we got all night," the beaver told him, grinning.

Devesh looked down at the stage again, watching the cleaning crew mop up what remained from the previous act. The Middle Eastern music was still playing, although it was slower, more melodic...and Devesh could feel himself getting lulled into a deeper state of relaxation, almost like a trance...his eyes followed the swishing, zig-zag movements of the mops across the stage, and his gaze lingered on the damp trails they left behind...

But just as the cleaning crew began to take their leave of the stage, a beat in the music dropped and the lights seemed to swirl...and it was at that moment, Devesh began to feel tingly all over, like he was somehow disconnecting with his body, yet tethered by gossamer threads that allowed him to float just an inch above himself. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, but it felt like his body was operating on a delay...the lights began to blur, forming a kaleidoscope over the stage...the mutterings of the audience became a frenzied buzz and hum in the panther's ears before fading into a relaxing background broadband noise, like the crash and wash of ocean waves on a distant shore...

"Oh man...think the X is starting to hit," Devesh heard himself say, as if he was at the far end of a tunnel.

"Yeah, man...for me, too."

Devesh looked at Tanner, who was wearing a hazy, blissed out smile on his face as he spoke.

"Might wanna go 'head 'n eat the rest of the micros," the pit bull advised, lazily pointing at the remaining highball glasses in front of Devesh. "They're gonna have a good time."

"Heh, yeah...good...good thinking," Devesh dazedly replied as he pushed himself up in his chair. He grabbed the glass containing the tiny raccoon first--the little critter was still sitting in the vodka and jerking off, and he tumbled into Devesh's open mouth as the panther tipped the glass back. Devesh easily gulped the raccoon down along with the shot of vodka, barely even thinking about the fact that he was sending the horny micro to his doom in his stomach.

Devesh swapped his empty glass for the one containing the plump capybara next; the small rodent had settled up on his knees, watching excitedly as Devesh lifted his glass, and he slid headfirst into the panther's maw. Devesh's tongue rolled over the rotund form, slurping and sucking on the capybara like a piece of candy before pushing him to the back of his throat...and devouring him whole with a single gulp. The panther shivered in pleasure as he felt the wriggling form slide down his gullet and into his belly, and it didn't take long for his stomach to start moving as the two micros within began playing with each other; Devesh could only imagine what they were going to do before they were digested, how they would enjoy their last moments before being churned up and converted into another inch on his waistline...

But before Devesh could grab his final glass, Tanner swiped it.

"Ah, hey! What're you--"

"Hang on, I just got an awesome idea!" Tanner cut off Devesh as he held the glass containing the Rottweiler--the canine was still humping the wall of the cup, his knotted cock smearing the copious, slimy trails of transparent precum he was leaking like a tiny broken faucet.

Intrigued, Devesh watched Tanner take a long, slow hit from the hookah, drawing in a lungful of sweet and savory vapor, until his cheeks ballooned. Tanner held his breath for a moment as he withdrew the end of his hose from his mouth...and then opened his lips above the top of the highball glass that had the Rottweiler in it. Tanner gently exhaled into the glass, effectively letting the thick vapor and smoke fall from his mouth and over the Rottweiler, practically nuking the canine instead of just shotgunning him.

The Rottweiler leaned his head back and breathed in deeply as he kept humping and grinding against the smooth wall of the cup as the smoke poured over him; it condensed into a fog so thick that most of his body was obscured from view, save for the fleshy rod of his cock, the tan-furred pouch of his balls, and his palms pressed against the sides of the glass. When Tanner finished exhaling, he held his hand over the top of the glass, keeping the smoke sealed inside the vessel.

"Get 'im good n' hotboxed," Tanner giggled, still holding his hand over the rim of the glass for another moment...until he at last removed his palm and reached with his free hand for Devesh's beer stein. "Then we give 'im a little more room..."

"Aaah, nice!" Devesh grinned as he understood what Tanner had in mind, and he watched the pit bull pour the entire contents of the highball glass--vodka, hookah vapor, Rottweiler, and all--into his quarter-full tankard of beer.

The Rottweiler dropped into Devesh's beer with a splash; it was as if he were at a water park and had just been dumped out of a huge bucket and into a plunge pool. The stocky little canine sank down into the fizzy beverage with a flurry of bubbles, sinking towards the bottom of the glass for a second before he bobbed back up to the surface and lazily floated on his back, his erection sticking straight up from his groin like a ship's mast. The Rottweiler licked his lips and cleared the beer from his face, and from the dreamy, vacant look in his eyes, Devesh could tell that the dog was completely stoned just from his short hotboxing session in the highball glass.

"Heh, down you go, little guy," Devesh said as he gripped the handle of his tankard and lifted the glass to his lips.

"Yeah, chug him down!" Luis called from the end of the table as he, Tanner, and Colby watched Devesh tilt the tankard forward.

The Rottweiler swayed and rocked with the the sloshing beer in the wide glass as Devesh began gulping mouthful after mouthful--a couple trickles of beer formed at the corners of the panther's lips and dripped onto his chest, but Devesh caught the majority of the beverage in his maw. He gulped...and gulped...and gulped...

The Rottweiler began stroking his cock as he drew nearer to the giant feline muzzle at the rim of the tankard, and like a man floating along on a river, he bobbed on the current of the beer that carried him feet-first past Devesh's lips.

Devesh sucked the Rottweiler into his mouth and took a pause from drinking, lowering his tankard...the canine rested on his tongue for a moment, a juicy, tasty morsel that complemented the beer's flavor, and the tip of the Rottweiler's cock rubbed against the ridges of his hard palate; Devesh wriggled his tongue from side to side, swishing it through the beer and rolling the Rottweiler around in his mouth, playing with his food, enough to flip the canine over onto his stomach, and he felt the Rottweiler begin humping his tongue, the pronounced bulge of his knot grinding against the soft pad of muscle...until Devesh swallowed, making the Rottweiler vanish from the rest of the world as he slipped down his esophagus and into his gullet along with the mouthful of beer.

"Niiiiice, there he goes!" Tanner observed excitedly as the twitcing lump in the panther's throat quickly disappeared.

Devesh washed the Rottweiler down with the rest of the beer, finishing off the tankard before he heavily replaced the empty glass on the table...and belched. "Urrrrrrup! Hooo man...fuckin' good stuff!" he chuckled, deeply satisfied as he felt the Rottweiler squeeze into his stomach, where he joined the raccoon and capybara.

"Hell yeah...feels like they're all having fun in there," Tanner said as he placed a hand on Devesh's pudgy belly and felt the subtle motions of the panther's latest snacks getting busy.

Devesh belched again as he settled back in his chair. "Hoooo...he was tasty...think we can get some more of those little guys?"

"Heh, maybe during the intermission." Tanner patted Devesh's stomach before directing the panther's attention down to the stage again as the lights shifted. "Looks like they're getting ready for the next act, though."

"Nice, what do we...ooooh..." Devesh trailed off and his eyes grew wide as he saw the freight elevator doors slide open at last...

And out stepped two black Labradors. The first was clearly in his early 50s with the burly, husky build of a former linebacker; the second, in either his late teens or early 20s, sported the more defined muscles of youth as well as a gold ring pierced through his septum. The two men were naked, their thick, knotted cocks stiffly protruding from their sheaths and swaying as they walked, with the older leading the younger by the hand. Their tails wagged excitedly, and the younger Labrador only had eyes for the older canine bringing him onto the stage in front of the audience.

Heat rose in Devesh's body, and as the lights began to blur and cast an iridescent shine in his vision, he could feel his capacity for rational thought starting to slip away, and his grip on reality was becoming more tenuous...but he had just enough presence of mind to see the family resemblance between the two Labradors...

"Oh man, are they..." he heard Tanner's voice as a whispered rush next to him.

"Y-yeah...fuck...this...gonna be hot," Devesh mumbled as, in his addled state, he realized that the duo taking to the stage was a father with his son.

The panther's cock throbbed in his jeans, his arousal searing through the drug, alcohol, and aphrodisiac-induced haze that had settled over him.

"Oh shiiiiit," Devesh heard himself murmur, his voice dripping with lust.

As he watched the Labradors walk across the stage under the blurring and glittering lights, every inch of Devesh's body tingled and buzzed more intensely, setting his nerves alight even though he could feel himself drifting slightly out of sync with the present...and yet he was somehow more present than he had ever been, fully captivated by the scene unfolding in the pit below.

While the older Labrador brought his son to the giant steamer trunk, Devesh slumped back in his seat, his body acting on its own while his focus was entirely on the stage.

The younger Labrador hopped up onto the steamer trunk to sit on it, facing his father...before they kissed passionately, lapping at each others' tongues and pushing their muzzles together in a display of forbidden lust and devoted affection--Devesh's breath caught in his throat as he watched, and his heart skipped a beat while the father and son made out. They kissed with both a natural tenderness and a well-practiced ferocity, making a show of being related by both blood and the love that they shared; it was clear that this was far from the first, fifth, or 500th romantic tryst between father and son, and Devesh's dick flexed hard in his jeans at the thought of the two Labradors bonding on such a physical and emotional level...

The panther's vision blurred as the two canines moved; the younger Labrador was an indistinct haze that solidified once more as he reclined, lying on his back on the steamer trunk while he lifted his legs. The older Labrador gripped his son by the ankles and spread his limbs, giving him easy access to the prize that lay beneath his progeny's tail--the man moved in close between the boy's legs, closing the distance between them.

Dizzying rushes of hot, pulsating desire and joy coursed through the very core of Devesh's soul as he watched the older Labrador penetrate his son.

The younger Labrador's desperate, pleading moan of "Uuuuungh, Daaaad" sent tingles down Devesh's spine.

The older Labrador's husky growl of "That's my boy" raised the hairs on the back of the panther's neck.

The speaker was talking again, adding to the sounds of sex on the stage, the music that played in the background, the moans of the audience, and the pounding of Devesh's own heartbeat in his ears. The panther could barely understand what the speaker was saying, his attention was simultaneously scattered on all the sensations coursing through his body and intensely focused on the action taking place on the stage, but there were a few phrases he was able to pick out.

"The sacred bond of a father and son...expressed by their bodies...feeling his father's love inside him..." Devesh heard the speaker say as the older, beefy canine slowly, intimately thrust in and out of his younger, supple and muscled son.

"...father is nothing less than a divine idol in the eyes of his child..." the speaker said while the younger Labrador clutched his dad close and writhed under him as the older canine began speeding up in tempo, his belly rocking against the stiff, knotted pole of his son's cock.

"...and he trusts the man responsible for his conception so much that he would have him conceive more sons within him," the speaker noted as the older Labrador humped even more energetically into his son, growling and huffing hard while his knot plunged in and out of the younger Labrador's ass with wet pops and squelches. "...taking his father bareback, he knows there are no secrets between them..."

Throughout the performance, Devesh could feel himself slipping away further, being dragged out to a sea of pleasure on the tides of primal, instinctive needs that had been unlocked by all the substances roiling within him. He was totally enthralled as he watched the two Labradors on the stage, the father fucking his son in earnest, breeding his child raw and committing such a salacious and taboo act...for Devesh's entertainment...for his delight...and for their own genuine enjoyment...

Devesh could do nothing but submit to the urges of his body, the base needs that compelled him to wedge his hand into his pants and touch himself. He rubbed his cock slowly through his underwear, feeling the heat, feeling the pulsations and throbs of his stiff shaft, gripping the turgid column of his arousal and stroking only to edge himself little by little, only to participate in the pleasure that was taking place on the stage...and in the audience, as he was dimly aware that all of his friends were doing the same thing as he, that some of the other spectators were doing even more...

Devesh didn't know how long the Labradors fucked on the stage--was it only for a few minutes or for a full hour? They gyrated and thrusted and ground against each other, the father yanking his son closer to him by the legs, the son murmuring and professing his love for his father; they panted with their tongues hanging out as their bodies slammed and slapped against each other in fleshy, solid collisions; the father gripped his son's legs tightly and held them up and apart as he rutted the young canine roughly...roughly enough for Devesh to wish that he was the one getting fucked by the older man, that he was the one lying on the steamer trunk with his insides being opened by the burly stud of a father fucking him with the intent of pumping him full of sons...

Until the father knotted his son hard and let loose an orgasmic howl. The younger Labrador howled in return as strong jets of cum shot from his cock and splattered on his father's chest and stomach, creating gooey streaks of white on the older man's dark fur. The thickset Labrador leaned down and kissed his son deeply, muffling the boy's howls of pleasure with his lips as they came in unison while the audience applauded and cheered...

And then, all too soon, the scene shifted for Devesh; at one point, he was watching the father tug out his still-inflated knot with a gush of cum falling out of his son's ass...then they were off the stage and in front of the freight elevator...and then, stepping onto the stage instead was a nude kangaroo...the elephant in the executioner's hood again...and a huge, feral, chestnut draft horse that the elephant had led onto the platform.

Devesh was spellbound as the kangaroo began kissing the horse full on the mouth, his smaller, softer lips meeting the horse's huge, coarse, dexterous lips in a deep smooch; the kangaroo's tongue lapped against the horse's before he opened his mouth to accept and suckle on the horse's tongue; their muzzles met and locked together and drool leaked from between their lips; the kangaroo caressed the horse's cheek and the horse's nostrils flared as he huffed...

The hooded elephant held the horse's bridle as the kangaroo continued lewdly making out with the animal, moaning into the stallion's muzzle as he swayed his head from side to side and kissed the horse...the kangaroo's erection was stiff and dripping precum onto the stage, while the horse's huge, girthy pole of a cock throbbed beneath the mighty beast...

Devesh kept groping and rubbing his member in his pants, not yet pushing his hand into his underwear. He was working on autopilot, his mind carried away on a stream of hormones, endorphins, and drugs, his gaze glued to the stage; his body was in control now, making him act purely on unconscious instinct. And for the time being, his instinct was compelling him only to tease himself further, to hold off and wait for the right moment to paw off to the ultimate goal of release.

The panther's vision swirled and his ears filled with music, moans, and cheers as the act went on; the kangaroo eventually broke his deep kiss with the horse, wiping the drool from his lips with the back of his hand as he settled down onto his knees beneath the huge steed.

Devesh watched the kangaroo drag his hands up and down along the draft horse's member, worshiping the hefty cock as long as his arm and thicker than a fire hose. The horse nickered and huffed, but kept still while the kangaroo's hands slid over the sensitive skin of his shaft.

The marsupial eventually maneuvered himself to get further under the stallion, and was soon face to face with the blunt and broad tip of the horse's cockhead. The kangaroo opened his jaws wide and worked them around the glans that were just beginning to flare; he pushed his head forward, his cheeks ballooning as he stuffed the first six inches of girthy horsecock in his mouth...and then kept gliding forward, gulping and swallowing as he went.

"Nooooo fuuuuuckin' waaaaay," Devesh muttered in disbelief as he watched the horse's cock disappear between the kangaroo's lips...and the marsupial's throat bulged as the thick member plunged into his esophagus and down his gullet.

The panther wasn't the only one to have his mind blown by the kangaroo's oral abilities; pleased and amazed moans from around the auditorium revved up like a car engine as the kangaroo fitted his lips around and over the fat preputial ring encircling the horse's cock, and he kept going...going...going...

"Fuck, he's a good sword swallower," Tanner mused as the kangaroo engulfed the stallion's length completely and his nose bumped against the horse's low-hanging testicles.

It didn't take long for the kangaroo to start gliding his head back and forth at a steady and brisk pace. He used his hands in tandem with his mouth, sliding his palms over the exposed shaft as he pulled back before plunging the entirety of the horse's member in his mouth and throat once more. Devesh couldn't even wonder how the kangaroo was breathing or how stretched out his esophagus must have been; the panther was too captivated by the loud, wet schlorp-schlorp-schlorp-schlorps that sounded off as the significantly smaller anthro sucked off the huge feral, and he was too enthralled by the sight of the giant, glistening, spit-slathered cock greasing sliding in and out between the kangaroo's lips. The kangaroo devoured the feral horse's cock like a pro, again and again, using his throat like a fleshlight for the animal, keeping up the pace for who knew how long...

Until the horse snorted and stamped a hoof...then bellowed and brayed loudly; his cock bobbed powerfully in the kangaroo's muzzle and throat...and Devesh heard a deep glug-glug-glug...the kangaroo's stomach began to expand, bloating visibly as what must have been gallons of fresh horse cum was pumped directly from the steed's balls and into the kangaroo's belly. The kangaroo huffed and moaned as he pulled back, withdrawing his throat and mouth from around the equine shaft that was still throbbing and bobbing...a huge bulge in his throat appeared, the horse's flared cockhead pulling upward from the depths of his gullet...and out of the kangaroo's mouth at last, painting both the inside and outside of his muzzle with a thick coating of cum. The kangaroo held the horse's ejaculating cock steady in front of his face, dousing himself with the stallion's seed that messily dripped along his jaw, down his chin, and onto his chest and stomach while the audience applauded and whooped with carnal glee.

The kangaroo leaned back, huffing and basking in the praise while he held his hands to his swollen stomach...

Devesh blinked, unsure of where the time went.

His hand was still in his pants and he'd just taken a few more drags from the hookah, but the horse and kangaroo had left the stage. Now, a naked boar stood in the middle of the platform under a red spotlight. He proudly displayed the chastity cage he wore on his cock and balls, his member locked away within a steel nub, before he turned and presented his backside to half of the audience, including Devesh--the panther saw a rotund pair of cheeks.

A chain had descended from the ceiling, and a pair of handcuffs dangled from its end; the hooded elephant, who was still on the stage, locked the cuffs around the boar's meaty wrists with loud metallic clicks before the chain ascended, lifting the boar's hands up...up, above his head...up, and only stopping when the boar was standing on his tiptoes.

Devesh watched the elephant rummage around inside the steamer trunk for a moment...before the hooded man pulled out his chosen assets and set them on the trunk's lid. Devesh saw a coiled leather whip...a dark wooden paddle...and a contraption that the elephant fiddled with for a moment until he revealed a portable, open-flame burner with what looked like a small, flattened fire poker hanging in the center of the flames...

"No way," Devesh heard Colby gasp in recognition and delight.

"Whu...whassat?" Devesh asked, keeping his voice low as the elephant took up the paddle and approached the restrained boar from behind.

"Branding iron," Colby muttered back.

"Huh?"

"You'll see."

Another question was on Devesh's tongue, but it withered in his throat as the elephant in the executioner's hood firmly grasped the boar's side with one hand, then rubbed the pudgy man's ass with the paddle before he lifted it, and--

SMACK!

"Ooooh," the boar moaned as the elephant spanked him on his left ass cheek.

The elephant swung for the boar's right glute.

SMACK!

"Mmmf!"

"Take it, piggy," the elephant grunted sadistically, lifting the paddle again.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The hard whacks and slaps of heavy wood on flesh filled Devesh's ears as he watched the elephant continue paddling the boar mercilessly. The boar shivered and shuddered with every hard spank to his backside while the audience watched on--Devesh's mouth watered and he squirmed in his seat, his body's muscle memory somehow replicating the impact of the paddle from his own experiences of getting spanked. He could feel the weight and blunt force against his ass, the pleasing yet painful sting that seared through his skin, the sense of accomplishment that the boar on the stage was no doubt feeling now as he took every hit that that the elephant dished out while the branding iron began to glow red in the flames of the burner on top of the steamer trunk...

Before Devesh knew it, the elephant was stepping back from the boar, and trading the paddle with the whip; the elephant held the thick handle in his hand and let the length of leather drop heavily to the floor...before he raised his hand...

CRACK!

Devesh flinched, the smack of the whip like an explosion in the auditorium.

"Haaiiiieee!" the boar yelped and jolted in his cuffs as the whip struck him hard on the ass.

CRACK!

The elephant whipped him again immediately, giving the boar not even a single moment's reprieve.

"Haaiiieee!"

"That's a good piggy...squeal for me," the elephant demanded, his voice deep and rumbling, as he lifted the whip again.

CRACK!

Devesh paid no attention to the growing wet spot in his underwear, nor was he thinking about the micros in his stomach still moving and squirming as they kept fucking for their lives. With his hand in his pants and still idly rubbing his stiff cock through his briefs, Devesh dazedly watched the elephant expertly lash the boar with the whip again and again and again, striking with the expertise of a cowboy. Every strike hit the boar with a bone-shattering CRACK! that resounded throughout the theater; Devesh could only imagine the angry red lines on the boar's skin under his fur, and the trails of pain that stung the man's backside. The panther had lost all sense of time, he just kept watching as the elephant continued hitting the boar with powerful, lightning-like strikes of the whip, from his rump to his upper back and down his thighs; the tapered leather cord kissed the boar's backside and wrapped around his stomach and thighs, delivering white-hot pain with every blow. The boar danced on his tiptoes, squealing and yelling through the pain while the audience cheered, and yet...

"Ask me to stop and I will, pig!" The elephant's voice was like thunder in Devesh's ears.

"N-no m-master...k-keep g-going!" the boar huffed, his voice quivering like he was on the edge of sobbing.

CRACK!

"Guuuh!" the boar groaned.

"Good pig. You love the pain, don't you." The elephant raised the whip again.

"Y-yes master!" the boar cried out in a rush.

"And you want more, don't you."

"Yes master!"

CRACK!

"Guuuuh!"

"And why do you want more?" the elephant asked calmly, raising the whip for another strike.

"Be...because...because..." the boar whimpered, struggling to continue.

CRACK!

"Huuu! Because I'm a good pain pig! I'm your good pain pig bitch!" the boar wailed in a rush right after the whip struck his back again.

"Yes you are...and let's get you marked so everyone knows it," the elephant said as he at last began coiling up the whip.

Devesh was entranced while the elephant placed the whip on the lid of the steamer trunk...and picked up the small, handheld branding iron. The elephant showed it off to the audience, holding it by the handle so everyone could see the head that had been forged into the shape of a capital C. And then the elephant approached the boar--the thickset man was slumped in his restraints, practically hanging by his wrists while his head drooped down to his chest...he was panting heavily, catching his breath from his intense whipping...

The elephant held the boar's side, wrapping a beefy, muscled arm around him to keep him steady...and firmly planted the hot branding iron on the boar's left upper thigh. With a loud hiss from the iron and an agonized squeal from the boar, smoke rose from the branding iron as the red-hot, metal C burned through the boar's fur and into his skin. The elephant kept his grip on the squirming boar, preventing him from wriggling out of his grasp while the audience clapped and whistled...

The scene swirled as Devesh watched; he tried keeping track of what was happening, tried to focus, but one second the boar was getting branded and screaming about how he was a good pain pig...and the next the elephant was alone on the stage, the boar gone in the freight elevator...

Devesh had no idea what was happening, but the elephant, haloed by the shining lights that created a luminous fog in the panther's vision, held a surgical scalpel and was using it to point at the audience; he slowly turned on the spot, as if searching for someone, ready to point them out with his scalpel.

"Who will it be, who will it be?" a voice boomed on the speakers around the auditorium.

Spotlights were spinning around the theater, flickering off and on in a dizzying strobe effect as they illuminated the spectators at their tables--Devesh winced as one of the lights flashed over him for a moment...before...

"You!" The elephant pointed with the scalpel.

The lights converged on a tall, muscular ram with his left arm raised, a volunteer; he sat at a table two levels below Devesh and on the opposite side of the stage. The ram's pants were off and he was gripping the base of his cock with his right hand--Devesh saw that his girthy member sported an especially thick and long roll of foreskin, enough to form a fully closed pouch that covered his glans. The audience cheered and clapped, and the ram, realizing that he had been picked and that all lights--and eyes--were on him, excitedly jumped up from his seat before he sauntered down to the stage to join the elephant.

"Damn, he's...really gonna do it?"

Devesh glanced over at Tanner--the pit bull was hunched over the table, resting his chin in his right hand while he held his hookah pipe in his left hand, and Tanner looked shocked. Devesh was about to ask what his friend was referring to when his eyes slid farther along the table to see that Colby had gotten out of his chair and was on his knees between Luis's spread legs, lazily sucking the iguana's cock; drool dripped from between the beaver's lips as Colby drunkenly slobbered over Luis's member, and Luis kept a guiding hand on Colby's head as the beaver bobbed up and down along his length.

The audience clapped again, drawing Devesh's attention back down to the stage, where the ram had just sat down on the lid of the steamer trunk. Devesh watched, absorbed in the act once more, as the elephant approached the ram...patted his cheek affectionately...and then lowered the scalpel down to the ram's groin.

The music kept playing, the lights swirled again, and the crowd seemed to rumble as the ram leaned back to give the elephant more room in his lap. The invisible speaker who had provided commentary earlier was talking again, but Devesh only caught the phrase "the joy of being irrevocably altered" as the elephant used his free hand to pinch the end of the ram's foreskin...and pulled up, drawing the soft and buttery skin taut, stretching the ram's prepuce to the limit. The elephant held the edge of the scalpel to the ram's shaft, just above the frenulum and below the bulge of his foreskin-covered glans. The blade glinted in the glaring lights, the sharp razor a brilliant shard of silver that just barely kissed the ram's foreskin...Devesh's hearing came and went, he wasn't certain if the ram whimpered, "Please" or "Don't" as he gazed up at the elephant, he wasn't sure what the unseen commentator was saying over the theater's amplifiers, except...

"...shall be granted eternal freedom with the cut," Devesh heard the speaker declare while the elephant sliced into the ram's foreskin.

"Oh daaaamn," Tanner murmured just loudly enough for Devesh to make out amid a few gasps and sighs from the audience.

The ram tossed his head back and moaned loudly as the elephant drew the scalpel around the circumference of his cock, cutting through his foreskin a millimeter at a time. The layer of sensitive tissue parted easily under the blade, as if simply being unzipped and revealing the darker pink flesh of the ram's glans and upper shaft. The elephant kept pinching the tip of the ram's foreskin and pulling upward, maintaining the tension and ensuring his scalpel cut as smoothly as scissors shearing through fabric. The ram shuddered and his stiff cock throbbed visibly as the elephant neatly and expertly circumcised him--Devesh didn't see a single drop of blood spilled as the elephant made a straight incision that encircled the ram's member.

The elephant pulled the blade up, around the side of the ram's cock, continuing to sever the foreskin with his scalpel with surgical precision.

"Huuuh...thank you, siiiiir," Devesh heard the ram lustfully groan as the elephant smoothly dragged the scalpel along the top of his cock, just beneath the coronal ridge of his glans.

Devesh watched, entranced, as the elephant continued cutting, kept cleanly slicing through the ram's thick foreskin--the moment seemed to last an age to the panther...the ram huffed, grunted, and smiled euphorically the whole time as the elephant methodically cut the protective sheath of skin, severing the flesh millimeter by millimeter...until only a thin thread of sinew was all that connected the ram's foreskin to his cock.

Without any further ceremony, the elephant sliced through the remaining tissue, completing the ram's circumcision--the ram moaned lewdly as the elephant tugged the now loose band of skin upward, denuding his glans and the upper portion of his shaft. The foreskin slickly and easily slid up and over the ram's member, as if the elephant was just pulling off a small sock...until the ram's stiff cock dropped down, completely free of the foreskin that had once enclosed its tip. Devesh could see a ring of raw, pink flesh encircling the ram's throbbing shaft and drawing up to a point at his frenulum, the exposed tissue from where the elephant had cut.

As for the foreskin, Devesh saw the limp, empty pocket dangle from the elephant's fingertips...which the elephant brought to the ram's face, hovering above the end of his muzzle.

The ram's head was still tilted back, but he opened his mouth wide.

"Izzhe..." Devesh started, but trailed off when the elephant confirmed his suspicion.

The elephant released his fingertips, dropping the offcut of flesh into the ram's open mouth like a man dropping a treat into the waiting maw of his pet. The ram chewed and chewed as the audience applauded...before he swallowed, consuming his own foreskin as happily as if he had just been fed the rarest and most delicious of delicacies.

"Damn...did...di' they get like thish las'time?" Devesh, only just lucid enough to produce slurred speech, asked Tanner while the elephant guided the ram off the stage.

"Mm--uh...huh? Yeh...yeh..." was all the pit bull could say; he was still hunched over the table, absently sucking on his hookah hose and letting the vapor gently pour from his mouth and nostrils like a sluggish waterfall.

Devesh slouched deeper into his chair through the next act, dizzily and drunkenly drifting in and out of awareness as a leanly muscled hyena now emerged from the freight elevator...and then approached the elephant still on the stage...something was descending from the heavens above, was it another chain? Or a sling? Devesh squinted as the lights swirled and glittered in his vision, and more beams of light danced and quivered...no, it was a rope...a hangman's noose draped over a pulley, with the loose end of the rope on the stage and the noose hanging just above the hyena's head...

The panther was too out of it to even make out the words that were emanating over the speakers and mixing with the music that filled the theater; he just...watched...catching the moments as best as he could through the haze of natural and synthesized chemicals in his system...

The elephant cuffed the hyena's hands behind his back...the hyena turned around and tilted his head back, baring his throat...the elephant gently stroked the hyena's neck with his fingers, dragging a digit along the smaller man's trachea, over his Adam's apple...the next thing Devesh saw was the elephant reaching for the noose--no, the noose was in the elephant's hands and he was pulling it down...down, to rest around the hyena's throat like a loose, thick, braided necklace...that became a choker as the elephant pulled, securing the noose around the hyena's neck, tightly enough to start biting into the man's fur and skin...

Devesh closed his eyes and rubbed them, so tired but so wired, so sleepy but so on edge for what was to come next...when he opened them again, he saw that the elephant was now holding the other end of the rope that hung from the pulley...he began drawing the rope in his hands, pulling bit by bit...

The hyena groaned and smiled as he tossed his head back, submitting to the elephant, putting his life in the hands of the burly man who wore the executioner's hood...the rope above him grew taut...the hyena pushed up onto his tiptoes...the elephant kept pulling...the audience gasped...the elephant's biceps and triceps bulged and flexed as he methodically wound the rope tighter and tighter...and they hyena coughed and gagged as his toes left the floor...his cock throbbed and flexed as he rose, inch by inch, gently swaying while the elephant lifted him by the neck...he rasped and spluttered for air as the noose dug into his windpipe...

And then he danced.

The hyena wriggled, bobbing back and forth, weakly trying to breathe, but he choked and hacked in short, sputtering wheezes.

"Uck! Uh-uh-uck! H-hngh!"

The rope creaked and groaned as it twisted with the hyena's movements...the elephant kept pulling, raising the hyena higher into the air as the hanging man convulsed and contorted his body in agony and abject pleasure. The hyena's cock bounced up and down--whether that was from the hyena's struggling or from the powerful pulsations of arousal, Devesh couldn't tell...

The hyena kicked his legs and twisted around and around in the air, animatedly dancing his hangman's jig as the elephant, acting as a solid counterweight at the other end of the rope, held him in place a full six feet above the stage. The hyena swung and writhed, agitated, seemingly panicked now. His toes stretched and clenched, his cuffed hands grasped futilely at nothing, and his cock bobbed and throbbed even harder as it appeared to swell; the elephant made no moves to lower his fellow performer back to the ground, letting the tightened noose strangle the hyena, who by now was just starting to get blue in the face...

A dribble of saliva formed in the corner of the hyena's mouth, and he whimpered and choked pathetically as he violently jerked, struggling for air while the audience clapped and hollered for more--Devesh could make out a chanting call of "Shoot it! Shoot it! Shoot it!"

Dangling from the noose, the hyena convulsed again...his eyes rolled as his struggles slowed...he bucked his hips, making his whole body sway back and forth...his jaw opened, as if he was still gasping for a breath that wouldn't--couldn't--come to him...he fell still...

"...his surrender to the abyss and the hope he won't descend too far...and don't forget...the reward that comes with such great risk," Devesh heard the speaker say as the audience grew quiet...

As if he'd been electrocuted, the hyena bucked his hips powerfully again...his whole body jerked...and his cock spasmed as thick ropes of cum exploded outward and fell to the stage below, landing in messy splatters on the wooden boards.

The audience erupted with thunderous applause as the suspended hyena orgasmed handsfree...Devesh didn't realize he'd been holding his breath, and he didn't know how long he'd held it in, but he gasped freely once the elephant began to lower the hyena back to the floor...the hyena gradually, limply sank to the stage, barely stirring, breathing faintly as the noose around his neck was loosened...but he was still alive, shivering and shuddering as he lay in the gooey mess that he had made during his display of autoerotic asphyxiation.

"Fugg me, man...hope e's okay," Devesh mumbled while the elephant carried the hyena off the stage.

The house lights slowly faded on, gradually illuminating the whole theater as a moose and a puma emerged from the freight elevator, trading places with the elephant and the hyena. Devesh blinked in surprise, not realizing how smoky and hazy the auditorium had become with so many people smoking hookahs, pipes, and bongs in addition to the artificial smoke that seemed to have been pumped in as part of the performances. He glanced around for a moment, stunned further by just how many people there were in the audience; seeing close to a hundred men in the stark lighting instead of vague shadows in the dark was somehow sobering enough to re-center the panther's awareness, to bring him back just a little from the mentally vacant headspace he'd been inhabiting. So many of his fellow spectators were either bottomless or fully naked, pleasuring themselves and each other with their hands and mouths...a couple horses at the top level of the audience were slowly going at it, with a Mustang lazily riding a Clydesdale, unhurriedly lifting himself up before sinking down into the larger horse's lap, impaling himself on the draft horse's erection...

"We've reached the intermission, gentlemen--if you have something you need to do outside the theater, you have the next 15 minutes to do it," the speaker announced as the moose and puma took to the stage. "If you want to stick around, we hope you enjoy our halftime entertainers."

Devesh watched the puma get on his hands and knees on the stage--the moose sidled up behind him, grasping the puma's tail and holding it aside as he pushed his cock into the feline's ass...

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

The moose started thrusting at an even pace, audibly slamming his hips into the puma and coaxing groans of pleasure from the stocky feline.

"Huh...you...you guys good?" Devesh managed to ask as he turned in his seat to look at his friends.

Luis and Colby were still at the far end of the table, with Colby on his knees between Luis's legs--the beaver was simply resting his head in the iguana's lap, with Luis rubbing his cock over Colby's nose and against his cheeks. Tanner, on the other hand, had propped his feet up on the table and was leaning back in his chair; his pants were on the ground and the majority of his stiff dick was out of his sheath and resting against his stomach. His knot had inflated and was still within his sheath, swelling and stretching the white-furred pocket tightly around the tennis ball-sized mass inside, but Tanner didn't seem to mind, as he was indulgently fingering his sheath with his left hand and laying back with his beer in his right paw.

"Mmm...yeah, s'all good, man," Tanner answered with a lackadaisical smile on his lips. "How 'bout you? Good birthday or what?"

"Fuggin' great birthday!" Devesh replied sincerely, swaying in his seat slightly. "You guys...you guys're my bes' friends, y'know that? You real' know how to make a guy...feel real special."

"Dude, you d'serve the best," Tanner told him, holding his glass of beer up in a toast. "Don' let...don' let nobody tell you diff'rnt."

"A-fuckin'-men!" Luis added, his voice thick.

"Mmm...men," Colby giggled from Luis's lap--Tanner snorted into his glass as he drank to Devesh.

Luis sniggered. "Heh, sounds like you...need more dick, bud." He reached down and lifted Colby's head slightly, forcing open the beaver's jaw before plopping his cock into Colby's muzzle. "Mmm, tha's better," the iguana groaned as the beaver started nursing on his member.

Devesh grinned, but as he started turning in his seat again, he realized that a part of him was feeling particularly stiff and full...and he unsteadily pushed himself up from his chair, supporting himself with the table to regain his balance.

"You 'kay, man?" Tanner asked, looking up at the panther.

"Mmhmm," Devesh replied, wobbling for a moment before he got his footing. "Just need a leak..."

"Oh yeah, get it...we'll be here," Tanner said breezily while Devesh turned and stepped away from the table.

Devesh took a breath and began walking, trying to focus on just taking one step after another. His world was spinning, and he could feel himself wavering from side to side as he stumbled onward, but somehow he made it up the stairs to the exit...he pushed past the thick velvet curtain and brushed against the side of one of the sliding glass doors that led to the hallway. Somewhere in the recesses of his memory, he recalled there was a door to a bathroom along the corridor, and he dazedly ambled past and sidestepped small clusters of men lingering in the hall; some of them were chatting with each other and drinking, others were leaning against the wall and making out...there was laughter in his ears, snatches of conversation that sailed past him...he thought he heard someone call "Hey, cutie," making him turn his head, but he couldn't figure out who had said it...or if he'd just imagined it...

Devesh kept going, his knees wobbling and his gait off-kilter, his vision blurring in some spots and vividly sharp in others...it felt good to stretch his legs after sitting for so long, but walking was so hard...keeping himself upright was such a challenge...he snickered to himself, wondering what it would look like if there was a dedicated sport simply for loading yourself up with drugs and then trying to see how far you could walk or how long you could stand still...

"There ya're," the panther mumbled when he saw the door marked "Men".

He pushed into the bathroom and saw that a few stalls and sinks were in use, but he needed...

Devesh looked at the opposite wall; instead of individual urinals with partitions, there was a long, steel trough that three other men (an oryx, a lion, and a German Shepherd) were standing in front of and pissing into communally. He staggered for the trough, aiming for an empty spot in the corner...his path followed a wobbly, crooked line...he teetered and tottered, unsteady on his feet...

"Whoa, hey there, buddy, you having some trouble?" a deep voice asked as a broad, strong hand landed on Devesh's shoulder.

Startled, the panther looked up at the tall, built giraffe who had stepped up next to him, stopping him in his tracks; he wore an open leather vest that framed his muscular, pale orange-furred chest and abdomen, a leather cap perched on his head between his horns, leather pants that hugged his thick thighs, fingerless biker gloves on his hands, and a bulky chain necklace--even in his extremely addled state, Devesh realized that he'd caught the attention of a leather dom, and an especially handsome one at that. With smoldering golden eyes, impressive dreadlocks, and a charming extra tuft of scruffy fur on his chin, the giraffe was a vision of masculinity, and Devesh stared at him for a second with his mouth simply hanging open.

"I...uuuh..."

"Heh, I'll take that as a yes," the giraffe chuckled confidently. He gripped Devesh by the shoulder and began leading him steadily to the trough. "Come on, Papa's gonna help you out."

Devesh was too stunned and too intoxicated to resist; he simply let the giraffe--Papa, was he?--take control, guiding him with his hand on his shoulder, and the panther stumbled along to keep up with the taller man's long, self-assured strides.

"There we go, perfect spot for you," Papa said as he steered Devesh to the corner spot of the trough urinal.

He stood adjacent to the panther, behind him and slightly to the left; Papa moved his right hand from Devesh's shoulder to hold him by the nape of his neck, while his left hand went for Devesh's crotch.

"Oh...I...I can..." Devesh began to mumble.

"Heh, don't strain yourself kid, you're gonna end up pissing your pants if you try to get your fly," the giraffe chuckled as he easily dragged Devesh's zipper down. He reached into the panther's jeans, feeling around for the opening in his briefs. "Oooh, someone's packing some heat," Papa murmured in Devesh's ear as he groped the boy's cock with his large but nimble fingers. "Been enjoying the show, huh?"

"Uh...uh-huh," Devesh muttered--he wasn't sure if he should be embarrassed or turned on as the huge, dominating giraffe fished his dick out of his underwear with the ease of someone who did this kind of thing all the time, but his seven-inch, fat erection was as stiff as ever as it rested in the leather dom's gloved hand.

"That's 'yes, Papa'," the giraffe said, gently correcting him as he lightly squeezed the slab of panther meat he held.

"Heh...yes, Papa," Devesh mused, and his cock flexed in Papa's hand.

"Good boy...alright, now just let go and piss for me," Papa instructed as he aimed Devesh's cock at the far wall of the trough.

Devesh took a breath...and sighed blissfully as his bladder began to empty; his stream of urine arced from his stiff cock and splattered against the side of the metal trough like rain beating against a tin roof. He settled further into the giraffe's grip, at ease; Devesh didn't have to worry about aiming or keeping still, the giraffe was doing all that for him. He could just evacuate himself, take all the time he needed and have himself a long and lazy piss...and have a strong, sexy stud feel him up at the same time...now this was a birthday to remember, for sure...

"That's it, just relax...Papa's got ya...just like that," the giraffe said encouragingly as Devesh continued to piss freely into the trough. "Let it all out, kid..."

"Mmm...yes, Papa," Devesh breathed contentedly.

The tension in his bladder faded as he kept urinating; the stream of piss hit where the giraffe aimed the panther's cock, loudly dinging and pitter-pattering against the side of the trough, where it cascaded down to the slanted bottom, and flowed to join the rest of the piss from the other men who were relieving themselves...before spiraling down the central drain with a gurgle.

Devesh didn't even think about what he must look like to the other guys in the restroom, pissing with Papa's assistance. He didn't wonder if they were glancing at him and the leather dom beside him, he didn't pay attention to any mutterings or laughter...he just kept blearily looking down at his dick in the giraffe's hand, pleased at the sight of someone else taking control and aiming for him. He was so woozy and so relaxed, still feeling like he was floating above his body thanks to the drugs in his system and the aphrodisiacs enhancing his hormones...his mind was elsewhere, on vacation while his body was on its own...but Devesh was dimly aware that, as he kept pissing, Papa was sidling up closer behind him.

The panther didn't mind that the giraffe--who was a good 12 inches taller than him and had to be at least 20 years his senior--was encroaching on his personal space...there was no such thing as personal space on a night like tonight, in a place like this...Devesh couldn't (or perhaps wouldn't) even think of moving, he was so pleasantly dizzy and comfortable and at ease with the world...who cared what happened...the giraffe or anyone else could do whatever they liked with him, he was higher than a kite, hornier than hell, and drunk off his ass, the concept of "inhibitions" was so far outside of his current realm of reality, it might as well have been in another dimension altogether...

"That's a good boy...you had a lot to drink, huh?" Papa murmured in Devesh's ear as he scooted in closer...close enough for Devesh to feel the giraffe's obvious and sizable bulge rubbing against his upper thigh. Papa slowly wagged Devesh's cock from side to side, playfully arcing his stream of urine against the wall of the trough. "Gotta make room for more in there, am I right?"

"Uh...yeah...yeah, Papa," Devesh mumbled in a stupor.

"What are you gonna have? More beer? More liquor? Or thinking you might wanna drink from someone's tap next?" the giraffe asked, his tone low and seductive.

"Heh...I cou...I cou' go'fer D...all the 'bove," the panther giggled.

"Oh, I bet you could," the giraffe growled while he clenched on the nape of Devesh's neck, demonstrating his power over the panther. "Maybe Papa could have some fun with you...pop some shots down your throat...and he could give you a special drink...would you like that?"

"I...hoooo!" Devesh huffed and shivered as the giraffe's long and dexterous tongue licked along the edge of his ear...and slimily slurped its way inside, wetly rolling around in his ear canal.

The giraffe snorted as he practically ate out Devesh's ear; he fed his saliva into it and wriggled his tongue deeper with glorps and schlorps before he nibbled on the sensitive edges and surfaces of the panther's ear. Tickled and unbelievably horny, Devesh squirmed and grunted helplessly in Papa's grasp as he kept pissing; the panther's cock flexed, forcing out an extra-high jet of piss that splashed against the upper edge of the trough.

"Hehe, I think you'd like that a lot," the giraffe rumbled approvingly in Devesh's thoroughly-slimed ear once he'd retracted his tongue.

"Mmmhmm," Devesh grunted absently as his cock throbbed in Papa's hand.

"Well, we might just have to make that happen...maybe after the show," the giraffe suggested teasingly.

"I cou'be down fer that," Devesh murmured with his eyes closed--his whole body was tingling, so much that he didn't even notice that his flow of urine had slowed to a trickle...and to a stop.

"Heh, I don't doubt that at all," Papa said with a smirk as he flicked the panther's cock up and down, dislodging the last few drops of urine that clung to Devesh's glans. When he was done, he gently tucked the panther's erection back into his briefs and zipped up his fly. "I'll see if I can find you after the show...if you've got enough brains left, you seem pretty out of it already," the giraffe added with a chuckle.

He kissed Devesh's cheek and squeezed the nape of his neck...and then he was just...gone...

Devesh opened his eyes...his feet were carrying him along on a wavering, wobbling path...they took him out of the bathroom...there was a hand on his ass, or maybe many hands...pinching him, patting him...spanking him? But then...he was beyond the curtain again, back in the theater...and...he came here with a group, right? Where...where were they...ah, there, Luis and Colby had swapped places, now the iguana was sucking the beaver's dick and Colby was pinching his nipples...and Tanner was still sitting there with his cock out, his knock still trapped in his sheath...maybe it was time for Devesh to strip down a little, too, he just had to get back to the table first...

He stumbled and stumped along, tottering down the stairs...there was a tiny rush of adrenaline that cut through the fog in his head as he caught himself from tripping...heh, tripping...he was tripping, there were lines of swirling color everywhere, hazy patches and vivid outlines of people all around him, all of the moving fluidly, like they were underwater, their energy flowing and rippling with the lustful currents that kept them afloat...

Ah, sweet, sweet chair...he'd been standing for so long, hadn't he? And it felt so good just to sit, to rest on his butt and take a load off...but then he wanted a load in him...no, he needed one...and bad...someone offered to give him one a little while ago, right? Or was the man in leather who helped him piss talking about something else...

"I...whoa." The room spun and teetered from side to side, but Devesh's world stopped for a split second when he focused on what was sitting on the table in front of him: a fresh tankard full of beer and a new Little Bite, this time a small alligator who was sitting in the shot of vodka and fingering his genital slit as he stroked his cock. "Where...wherediss come from?" he asked, bewildered.

"Jus' 'n extra lil' bir'day treat for ya, bud." Tanner's voice echoed in his ear, grabbing Devesh's attention--the panther blearily looked over at the pit bull, who was somehow glowing with a flickering neon magenta outline as he tipped his own new tumbler in a salute.

Devesh didn't even remember picking up the highball glass--one second it was on the table, then he was knocking back the alligator. He didn't even taste the vodka, just a deliciously refreshing pomegranate flavor that made his dick throb even harder in his jeans...he needed to whip it out, to get free...but he was stuck, frozen in place for a moment as he savored the exotically scaled and bumpy texture sliding against his throat...the wriggling lump of a tiny morsel sinking into his gullet and squeezing into his stomach...

He didn't remember sucking in a couple lungfuls of pot from the hookah, but he must have...how else was he drooling smoke and puffing it into Tanner's face...the pit bull was grinning goofily back at him, breathing in the wispy clouds that Devesh fed to him...and then he was holding a pill he didn't recognize from Colby's good bag--no, it was gone, he was washing it down with a few gulps of beer...fuck, he loved beer...

"Hehe, thirsty?" Tanner giggled.

Devesh took a breath and looked at his tankard--it was already half empty. "Well, I did a...hadah leak...gotta fill the tank again," he heard himself mumble, barely coherent.

Tanner barked with laughter, sounding like he encompassed a whole pack of dogs...

The auditorium spun again in the panther's vision...Devesh slumped back in his seat, settling in and letting his eyes roam freely as the lights dimmed...the stage was an illuminated, ghostly apparition within the smoky haze that filled the room...red neon lights bordered the freight elevator, turning it into a crimson box...the Dalmatian in the vacuum cube still dangled high above it all, gagged and helpless, upside down and immobile, purely decorative in his bondage...men were returning to their tables and groping each other, kissing each other, sucking each others' balls and rimming one another...the audience was a simmering hive, a collective vibrating with an energy that threatened to simultaneously combust in a violent conflagration and peacefully wither away like a pile of cooling coal... Devesh's gaze slid over table after table after table as the darkness descended over them...there was a familiar face, three levels below and on an adjacent side of the theater-in-the-round...a tall, muscular leather dom winked at him before disappearing into the inky blackness that closed in...

"Meta..." Devesh started, but wasn't sure where he was going with his train of thought.

He felt ethereal, absorbing everything around him and nothing all at once while he was floating in the air. He was weightless and tingling, spread out over his friends and over the theater...and yet...so heavy, so dense, consolidated down to a microscoping point that experienced only the most minute bursts of awareness before closing in on itself...he was a camera, his shutter speed clicking away at 60 frames a second, his sensitivity dialed up as high as it could go...but he only had enough film for one or two frames out of 60, and they were all so overly saturated, so blurred and chaotic, constantly in and out of focus, with parts in sharp relief and parts overwhelmed by color and sound and smell and touch...touch...touch...touch...yes, he was touching himself...he had to touch himself, he had to feel, had to feel everywhere, and he was so warm, so, so, so warm...he was heating up, he had to get free...had to lose his pants, kick them away...his underwear disappeared to some dark realm, who cared if he ever saw his briefs again...and who needed a shirt anyway...he sighed, blissfully nude and out of those restrictive clothes at last, wonderfully free to enjoy himself and the show about to get underway...

"Huh?" Tanner's voice was a bubble in thick soup, a tiny pocket of air that struggled to break the membrane of the surface and made Devesh's perception ripple like waves on a lake.

"Meta...g'raffe...inaroom," the panther heard himself huff with effort...it always took so much energy to speak, so much work...he wanted to listen...to watch...to drift along on a river that was carrying him away, away, away, away from his body...and his hands were moving by themselves...making him feel...soooo...

Gooooooooood...

Devesh could feel himself flowing and buzzing as the music started...it was so divine, so utterly diaphanous and euphorically sultry, putting him in the mood for more performances, driving his desire to new heights...he paid no mind to the audience clapping, to whatever Tanner, Colby, and Luis were doing...there was just his body, acting on its own accord, as it should be...his belly was full, his thirst quenched for now and his hunger satiated, though there was another hunger to appease...he tweaked one of his nipples and rubbed along his pudgy stomach before cupping his balls...his fingers tickled his taint, lightly pressing under his scrotum, flirting with the edge of his asshole...he swirled a finger around his cockhead...he was throbbing, standing at full attention...all while his scattered and fragmented consciousness drifted in isolated shards that slowly orbited the sun of the stage...and then...

The carnal pit of the stage was active once again.

An otter, stocky with a plump belly and a fat rudder of a tail, stood on top of the steamer trunk...except he was disappearing...no, he was shrinking...the elephant in the executioner's hood had made another appearance, and he was holding something...a gun of some kind, with a stream of pink energy firing from it...the otter was getting smaller, and smaller, and smaller...Devesh blinked, watching the man reduce further, down to just three inches...another Little Bite...but the elephant was carefully putting him in a glass bowl...

A bull...no, two..five...seven black and maroon-furred bulls, each as burly and muscled as the last, lined up on the side of the stage, all of them naked and erect, standing at attention, one after another...and the first strode to join the elephant...Devesh started stroking himself slowly when he watched the elephant's trunk, slathered with lube, wrap around the first bull's fat, girthy slab of beef...the rotund yet nimble coil of muscle and flesh expertly worked the bull's cock, wetly and slickly sliding up and down along the man's length with squishing, squicking noises, all while the elephant stood behind the huffing and grunting bull and held him still, with one hand wrapped around his neck and the other on his stomach...the bull struggled in the elephant's grasp, clearly overwhelmed by pleasure...Devesh heard the wet schlk-schlk-schlk-schlk of the elephant's trunk slickly gliding over and squeezing around the bull's cock, and under the lights, the panther couldn't tell what was lube and what was precum.

The otter was on his knees in the glass bowl, his hands pressed against the sides of the vessel, his mouth hanging open and his eyes bright and wide with anticipation.

And then...

"Hrrnghh!" The bull gasped and spasmed, thrusting into the elephant's trunk as he came; viscous spurts of white semen flew into the bowl, landing right on top of the otter, exactly where the elephant had been aiming...jet after jet heavily slopped over the otter, until the bull was spent...

And another took his place in the elephant's grasp...the elephant milked his cock, working the next bull closer and closer to his climax...and more semen landed in the bowl, puddling around the otter and stickily gumming up the micro's fur.

Devesh watched as the elephant repeated the process with the rest of the bulls, one after another, milking them again and again. Their seed collected in the glass bowl, rising around the otter who was practically swimming in the sloppy, gluey concoction of cum, getting blasted with more ropes as each successive bull came under the elephant's skilled ministrations...until the last bull, spent and having emptied his balls into the bowl just like his six predecessors, stumbled off the stage.

As the otter floated in and began messily eating the cum that he was bathing in--stuffing handful after handful of viscous globs into his mouth, and looking like he was just made out of spooge--the elephant lifted the bowl above his head, a champion holding the chalice they had won in a contest.

"Who wants it?" the elephant bellowed.

Devesh squinted in the spotlights that began to spin; he would have raised his hand to volunteer, just like so many of the other spectators, but his mitts were occupied, still wrapped around his cock and balls.

It didn't take long for the elephant to select a gray wolf--wearing only a skimpy tank top and letting his knotted cock wag freely as he walked, the wolf ambled onto the stage and sat on the steamer trunk as instructed. The elephant circled around behind him...the wolf tilted his head back and opened his mouth...and the elephant rolled the bowl forward over the canine's spread jaws. Entranced, Devesh watched the sludgy, goopy contents of the bowl spill over the rim--a slow river of fresh bull cum dropped like heavy cream into the wolf's maw...the wolf swallowed every drop he was given, gulping audibly...the otter, a slave to the forces of gravity, tumbled out of the bowl and down into the wolf's waiting jaws...the wolf still swallowed, and the lump of the otter in his throat bobbed as he gulped the micro down...into his gullet...with the otter reduced to a cream-coated snack for him to digest...

The scene transitioned in a haze for Devesh--the next thing he knew, the elephant was holding court over two lithe, young wolf twinks who had mounted the stage. He patted them on their heads affectionately as they made out with one another...Devesh could hardly see any differences between the two boys who looked no older than 19...they looked exactly alike, down to the last hair on their tails and the piercings in their sheaths and nostrils, identical to the level that they could only be brothers, that they could only be twins...and yet they kissed like a pair of incestuous whores willing to do anything for a quick buck, riling up the audience even more and more with the taboo they were flagrantly breaking while the elephant reached into the steamer trunk...wait...

Devesh was so dizzy, he could've sworn the elephant had been using both hands to pull something out of the trunk, but...no, he was reaching into the wolf twinks...their tails were raised and they were still making out as he thrust his hands in and out of their asses...their sphincters stretched like rings of taffy around his fingers, around his fat palms and thick wrists...around his burly forearms that glistened with lube and bodily secretions...how much time had Devesh lost? The elephant was fisting the brothers deeply, punching in and out of them, his arms like rapid pistons that rammed into them with messy glorps and plops...distending their holes, dragging their lips out along his arms and forcing them back inside... excess lube dripped along the elephant's arms, was squeezed out of the boys' holes and dribbled down their taints and the backsides of their balls while they squirmed around the huge arms invading their guts again and again...

In and out, in and out, in and out--the elephant twisted his arms inside the twin wolves, making even more loud, wet schlorps and schlops...the boys moaned lewdly into each others' mouths as they kept kissing, the teens slaves to their own passions and the elephant's will as he impaled them on his arms...their holes stretched wider and wider, the orifices opening elastically around the elephant's bulky forearms...he reached farther into them, leaning forward and plunging his fists into their bowels, as if straining to find something he had lost deep in their guts...the wolves squirmed on the stage and groaned as the elephant sank into them, up to his elbows, wearing them like a pair of gloves, a charioteer holding the reins of his two rowdy steeds...

And then he was pulling, pulling, pulling...the elephant's thick forearms were slowly reappearing, inch by inch as he withdrew them from the depths of the boys whose holes he had wrecked...to the point that, as he tugged out his hands, he easily gripped the raw, fleshy folds of their rectums and hauled them out...to display two red, glistening, identical prolapses...the fat, pulsating bulges of wet, sensitive tissue protruded a solid 12 inches outside of each boy's ass, looking like distended, oversized worms that had been dragged out of them. The boys had been turned inside out, happily baring their innards for the moaning and clapping audience; the twin wolves on the stage continued kissing--even more passionately, if possible--as the elephant traced his fingers over their prolapses, teasing them, making them quiver and tremble...before, one at a time, he opened his mouth and made out with each protuberance of flesh, licking them, nibbling them, sucking and slurping on them, slathering them with saliva...

"Hoooolyyyyy fuuuuuuuck..." Devesh's voice sounded a million miles away from himself as he started fingering his own ass; he only had two fingers inside, reaching for his prostate and massaging his rectum, but he hungered for the elephant to open him as easily as the wolf twins had been.

Devesh followed as best as he could, but his clouded mind could only keep up with bits and pieces...the elephant was still sucking and nibbling the prolapses he had dragged out of the twin brothers...then he held two solid, stainless steel balls in his hands, each the size of a volleyball and connected by a long, thick chain...the wolves were moaning, their voices echoing and mixing with the music that played on the speakers as the cold, unyielding metal of the balls met the hot, pliable flesh of their prolapses...the elephant was pushing in, enveloping the volleyball-sized masses of steel in their rectums and forcing their prolapses back into them...the red, fat, inverted tunnels of tissue receded and collapsed...the sphincters stretched wide, and the boys on the stage were howling together, brothers bonded by identical genes, by blood, by pain, by pleasure, by vulnerability and love and lust, by having been opened and filled by the same man at the same time...

The steel balls disappeared into the wolves' asses, slurped up by each boy's hungry rear, with only the long chain hanging out from between the puffy and swollen lips of their anuses, connecting them...their tails wagged as they turned for the audience to see them rub their stomachs, bloated and pregnant with the steel weights that had been shoved into them, locking them together...

Devesh's world spun and he closed his eyes for a moment, centering himself in the maelstrom of sensations that swirled within and beyond his body...his awareness dangled by a thread, keeping him tenuously connected to the theater by sound and touch alone...the audience applauded, a sunflower hypnotically blooming in his soul and unfurling its petals for him to see transcendent splendor in the broad stage of its center disk florets and seeds...he opened his eyes again...

A shark had taken the dais now--he was tall and bulky, with dull sapphire skin covering most of his body, save for the cream-colored patch adorning his chest, underarms, stomach, inner thighs, and underside of his tail. A pair of enormous, stiff white claspers extended from his groin, both of them dotted with hafada piercings that formed two identical ladders along the undersides of his shafts. He had removed a glass tank and a small leather satchel from the steamer trunk and placed them both on the crate's closed lid...and Devesh saw that the tank was a 10-gallon aquarium that had been modified with a silicone-lined hole in one of its sides, large enough to essentially serve as a glory hole...while inside the tank was a squirming, writhing colony of fat, burnt orange slugs.

The shell-less molluscs slimily oozed along the bottom and sides of the aquarium, leaving trails of mucus on the glass that others followed in; they flopped and crawled on top of one another, a whole brood of slow, churning activity that seemed to be seeking out...something...but Devesh wasn't sure of what the slugs were looking for...until the shark pushed both of his claspers through the glory hole and into the aquarium.

The slugs began to slither and crawl more energetically, as if they had just detected a food source they all craved with a single-minded hunger...and they started oozing their way towards the tips of the shark's throbbing claspers.

Devesh watched, only vaguely aware that his jaw was hanging open and that he still was slowly stroking his shaft, as the first slug approached the shark's left clasper...extended itself towards the tip...pressed against the man's meatus...and began slimily forcing itself into the shark's urethra. The shark groaned and arched his back in pleasure, moaning as the slug entered his cock and spread his urethral opening around its body...another slug was going for his right clasper, pressing past his meatus and slipping into his urethral canal...both of his shafts bulged with the mass of the slugs entering them, undulating into his most intimate of spaces...the slugs pushed in deeper, wriggling more and more, their bodies disappearing past the lips of the shark's meatuses...until they were completely gone, nothing but two subtly squirming bulges, one in each of the shark's shafts and tunneling along towards the man's groin...and more slugs immediately followed...

Devesh kept absently stroking himself, in awe of the shark welcoming this infestation and taking so much pleasure in it. The shark moaned and thrust forward, grinding over and through the small mound of slugs in the aquarium as more individuals stretched his meatuses and penetrated him, slithering inside and bloating his claspers...his ladder piercings stretched with the flesh of his dual cocks as they swelled to accommodate the slugs that were crawling into his tight, warm, moist urethras...other slugs crept along the exterior of his shafts, smothering them with mucus and slime before joining the procession of fat and slimy gastropods that entered the shark's dual urethral canals. Devesh throbbed in his hand, gently pumping up and down along his own shaft as he watched the shark's lower abdomen gradually swell...his bladder was filling with slugs, the whole colony pouring itself into him, making itself at home within him, weighing him down with their combined weight...slug after slug disappeared into the shark's distended claspers, propelling themselves along his urethral tunnels to join the hive in his bladder...the population inside the aquarium shrank...two by two...two by two...a continuous stream of slippery, undulating molluscs wriggling down his shafts and into his body...

Until the last slug vanished into the shark's swollen right clasper...it almost looked like the shark's cock was devouring the mollusc, the creature's tail was easily slurped up and wagged as it vanished into the depths of the man's pierced member, leaving behind only the mucus trails that were on the walls and floor of the aquarium...the shark pulled his claspers out of the glory hole in the tank...Devesh saw him pull two solid, stainless steel rods from the leather satchel that lay next to the empty aquarium...they must have been as thick as the panther's thumb, if not thicker...and the shark pushed them into his urethras at the same time, steadily gliding the steel into himself, stuffing both of his claspers and bloating them with the excessive heft of the sounding rods...he sank them all the way inside, the metal smoothly disappearing into his claspers, plugging them completely to keep the slugs contained within...

Devesh felt like he was being pushed even farther out of his body, and yet he was so intensely connected with it, the surges of pleasure that radiated throughout his core anchoring to him to the present in a vividly ephemeral way...he alternated between spikes of lustful and hyper-focused awareness and lapses of sleep-like dream states, his perception of reality warping at the edges...his vision still blurred, he felt like he was broiling alive, his heart raced and slowed, raced and slowed...he couldn't tell where he ended and the theater began while the lights congealed and flowed in a cosmic river above him, shedding its dazzling brilliance on the scenes that were taking place so far below him...

The elephant in the executioner's hood was on the stage once more, standing in front of another line of men. Devesh peered through the starry, nebulous haze that floated in front of him...there were five rats, all of them burly, beefy, dark gray-furred specimens wearing...Devesh looked again...black leather hoods that covered their heads completely and had been marked with glowing, highlighter green ink...haphazardly scrawled to denote Cumslut, Cumrag, Cum4Brains, Dickhole, and Cumdump.

The elephant held a metal device in his hand...something that looked like a pair of oversized, industrial pliers...it took a second for Devesh to recognize the device he'd seen in a porn video he'd watched a while back: it was an elastrator, and the elephant loaded it with two tight, bright green rubber bands...

Somewhere in the distance, Devesh thought he heard someone say, "A slave has no choice--he does what he is ordered to do without hesitation. A man has agency and free will, a slave does not. A man has pride and ego, a slave has neither. To make a slave, one must remove what makes him a man..."

But the panther couldn't tell if the voice he heard was an external actor commenting over the speakers or a product of his own imagination...but then, did it really matter who said what...all that mattered now was that Devesh was watching the elephant approach Cumslut.

The pachyderm grabbed the rodent's balls with one hand...he squeezed the handles of the elastrator, stretching the rubber bands on the prongs wide...and skillfully slipped the rat's balls through the stacked elastic loops. The elephant released the tension, letting the two rubber bands contract around the neck of the rat's scrotum, making it swell to a tight, plump pouch that contained the man's nuts...the rat quivered as the elephant removed the elastrator, but remained still while the huge man in the executioner's hood and loincloth loaded up another two rubber bands on the elastrator...and moved on to place the tight bands around Cumrag's testicles...then, before Devesh knew it, all five rats had been elastrated with a pair of tight rubber bands choking the necks of their nuts...

Devesh unconsciously looped his fingers around the neck of his own scrotum...and squeezed, replicating the constricting sensation that the rats must have been feeling around their spermatic cords, the feeling of the circulation in their nuts being cut off...the feeling of slowly, agonizingly, and wonderfully losing what made them men...

The elephant had swapped the elastrator for a large, sleek, steel chef's knife; somewhere in the bowels of Devesh's addled brain, a synapse fired off strongly enough to tell him that the blade looked sharp enough to slice through even the toughest meat with a single, clean swipe...and, as the elephant grasped Cumslut's swollen, elastrated testicles, Devesh realized that was exactly what the big man on the stage was going to do.

The elephant pulled the tight, constricted nuts away from Cumslut's groin and slipped the knife behind them...Cumslut puffed out his chest, as if proud and eager for what was to be done to him...his whiplike tail trembled with visible anticipation...and without ceremony, without any preamble at all, the elephant pulled the knife forward, easily severing the skin, spermatic cords, and connective tissue of the rat's balls, directly between the two elastrator bands...one quick cut, a jolt and a muffled moan of pleasure from the rat, a satisfied cheer from the audience, and it was done...the rat had been neutered, right there for all the spectators to see. The remaining elastrator band still clamped around the tiny nub of skin that had once been the neck of his scrotum had prevented any blood loss, while the band that sealed the top of his disembodied sac kept his severed testicles inside like jewels in a closed purse. The elephant lifted the rat's hand and placed his offcuts in the neutered slave's palm.

"Thank you, sir," Devesh heard the rat moan from behind his gimp hood.

The elephant simply patted Cumslut on top of his head before stepping over to Cumrag...and repeating his methodical, smooth procedure...he grabbed the rat's testicles...readied his knife...and pulled...

Four more slices of the knife, four more gasps and jolts of pain, pleasure, and surprise, and four more severed scrotums placed in their former owners' hands...and all five rats had been castrated...no fuss, no screaming...they had meekly accepted the loss of their manhood as if they had been born for it, as if it had always been their fate to be neutered while an audience watched them...

A duo took to the stage next: Devesh, in his hazy stupor, saw a gigantic, green-scaled crocodile, sporting a gold nose ring, an ample belly, and a beyond oversized cock and set of nuts, emerge from the freight elevator. An enormous, thick-bodied cobra naga, his black scales accentuated with intricate, hypnotic bronze patterns and his hood lined with gold piercings, slithered out after the crocodile and joined his fellow performer on the stage.

The two reptiles dominated opposite sides of the platform, showing off their bodies...the crocodile sensually rubbed his cock and caressed his testicles, making a display of his impossibly huge endowment...Devesh could only guess at how large the crocodile's manhood was...three feet? Four? When he was that big, did it even matter...especially when the crocodile's eyes flashed with a golden, hungry gleam...and he rumbled like thunder...

The naga licked his lips with his forked tongue and seductively stroked the scales that lined his belly...he danced within and around his coils, looping on himself and swaying as if performing for an invisible snake charmer...his body folded and overlapped itself, a tangle of powerful muscle, all at the naga's command...big enough to comfortably hold at least five people...

Devesh's head bobbed with the music, but he wasn't certain what the naga and crocodile were doing...they shouted, called enticingly to the audience...blissed out of his mind, Devesh raised his hand, and the lights spun around...they passed over him...passed over Tanner's empty chair...the panther glanced around, trying to spot his friend who had disappeared...

No...Tanner, wearing only his shirt, his cock fully out of his sheath now, was on the stage, stumbling and weaving towards the crocodile...a naked lion was dreamily walking towards the naga, whose eyes had begun to glow with a beautiful pulsating amber glimmer amber...and the lion's eyes were glowing in return...

The crocodile wagged an inviting finger towards Tanner, who looked ready to fall over himself...the pit bull tripped over his own feet, falling forward in slow motion...Devesh was on a delay, by the time he wanted to call out and tell his friend to be careful, Tanner was already halfway down, and falling fast, reaching an impossible terminal velocity and yet still at a glacial pace in Devesh's perception, before...

Plat!

Tanner landed face-first against the crocodile's fat cock, the fleshy sound of the impact like a slap in Devesh's ears. The panther couldn't help it; he, like the rest of the audience, burst out in laughter at the whole spectacle of Tanner colliding with the crocodile's member. But the pit bull on the stage just laughed along with everyone else, a goofy grin on his face as he nuzzled the huge slab of beef that had stopped his fall. Tanner rubbed his face against the buttery skin while he wrapped his arms around the crocodile's manhood like he was hugging a body pillow...the crocodile smiled and patted Tanner's back...

"You want to be a part of this already, don't you?" Devesh heard the crocodile chuckle, his deep voice sonorous and vibrating with power.

"Uh-huh...f'rever..." Tanner mumbled stupidly with a dopey smile on his face.

"Good dog..."

Devesh's attention wavered--he wanted to keep watching Tanner and the crocodile, but something was telling him to look at the naga and the lion, only for a second, to try to track what they were doing...

"I'm sssssimply famished...it'sssss good that you're here...it'sssss your purposssse to feed me, isssssn't it?" the naga hissed, his voice sibilant and bewitching.

"Yeeessss," the lion murmured as the naga's coils began to embrace him...the man could only stare into the serpent's eyes, as if they contained the secrets of the universe and he couldn't look away...all the while, the black and bronze-patterned body wrapped up around the feline, trapping his legs...then his waist...his torso and arms...

"You want to be a good meal for me, don't you?" the snake asked, nodding his head as he maintained eye contact with the lion.

"Yeeeesss." The lion's voice was far away as he nodded.

"What were you born to be?" The naga had towered over the lion, but he lowered his torso now, descending so his head hovered just above the lion's.

"Foooooood..."

"And what doessss food sssssssay?" The naga was close enough to kiss the lion...he flicked his forked tongue over the lion's muzzle, tickling the big cat's nose...

"Thank you...for...eating me," the lion said with a content smile on his lips.

"That'ssssss a good ssssssssnack," the naga mused before he opened his jaws wide...wider...wide enough to engulf the lion's head...

And the lion's head entered the naga's mouth as the serpent began feeding him into his maw...trapped in the naga's coils and ensnared by his hypnosis, the lion could do nothing but happily allow himself to be consumed...the skin between the naga's scales stretched as his jaws worked his meal further into his mouth...the uppermost coils unwrapped from around the lion's shoulders, which soon disappeared between the naga's lips...

Devesh swung his head back to the other side of the stage...the crocodile had lifted Tanner up and slid the canine's legs into his cock already...the reptile's meatus stretched around the pit bull's thighs, and Tanner's cock and balls were perched just above the opening of the crocodile's urethra...Tanner faced the audience, his legs held captive in the crocodile's member while the burly reptile used his left arm to hold his torso upright...the crocodile was licking Tanner's shoulders and neck, tasting him, savoring him...while his right hand was wrapped around the dog's cock, pumping up and down and squeezing on his knot...Tanner huffed and moaned as the crocodile jerked him off for the audience's entertainment...

For a wild moment, Devesh wished with all his might that he could be on the stage with Tanner...but even in the depths of his intoxication, he knew he couldn't, he hadn't been invited, he didn't want to break the rules of the evening...he just kept rubbing his dick, his palm slickly gliding up and down his arousal...he didn't know what was sweat on his hand and what was precum...

Tanner squirmed and writhed in the crocodile's grasp, half-eaten by the giant cock, half-free, fully crazy with lust as the huge, green, scaled hand stroked his rock-hard member...Devesh could see his friend was throbbing hard, his bulbous shaft looking like a swollen balloon and his fully-inflated knot looking like it was ready to burst...

"You need this release, this bliss that only I can give you, don't you, boy," the crocodile growled throatily.

"Yezziiiiir," Tanner drooled, a dumb, brainless mutt dangling on the edge of pure pleasure.

"Mmm, that's right...just let go...and then you can slide in...being a part of me forever...a part of something greater than yourself...you can make my cock and balls even fatter...that's what you want, isn't it? To just disappear into me in front of all these people," the crocodile goaded as his meaty hand flew up and down along Tanner's erection.

"Yeeeeeaaaahhh..."

The canine arched his back and thrust as best as he could into the crocodile's hand, but he was sloppy and uncoordinated in his motions...

"That's it, you're so close...cum those brains out for me, puppy," the crocodile commanded.

"I...ungh, ffuuuck...hgnh!" Tanner gasped and grunted as his whole body spasmed, and jets of cum shot out of his cock, arcing high in the air before landing on his shoulders and chest, with a few stray splatters leaping onto the crocodile's upper arm...before the rest drooled out over the croc's hand that was still squeezing the dog's stiff, pulsating arousal...

"There we go...good boy...now you can spend the rest of your life just enjoying that afterglow...no need to struggle while I churn you down to nothing...and there you goooo," the crocodile rumbled with one last lick over Tanner's neck and head before he started pushing the exhausted and spent canine deeper into his dick.

Devesh, spellbound, watched Tanner's hips spread the crocodile's meatus further apart...his friend's balls and flagging cock sank past the fleshy lips...Tanner groaned in ecstasy as he sank deeper and deeper into the crocodile's shaft, which bloated and swelled around him, stretching to accommodate his heft...the pit bull's navel disappeared...and his abdomen...Tanner squirmed, making the crocodile's whole cock sway and tremble...Devesh could imagine the tight, wet warmth enveloping his friend as he was lodged deeper in the reptile's urethra...the squeeze of the crocodile's prostate around him as he'd pass through it...and the crocodile kept pushing the boy down by his shoulders, up to his chest...then past his pectorals and up to his armpits...Tanner's arms were pushed up...

"We spent our whole lives apart, not knowing that we were destined for each other like this," the crocodile said, still pushing Tanner down further. "But now...I can't live another second without you...so serve your only purpose in life...make me bigger...feed my hunger...disappear...and be a part of me."

Tanner's neck was swallowed up by the crocodile's cock...and then, with one last gasp of air, the pit bull's head slipped between the reptile's thick meatus, his muzzle tipped upwards before his nose vanished...his arms wriggled limply, sticking out of the crocodile's urethra like a pair of noodles that were slurped up...to the elbows...then the wrists...and finally, Tanner's fingers slipped away, and Devesh's friend was gone, devoured by the crocodile's cock...all that remained of the pit bull were the dregs of his cum on the crocodile's arm and hand...

The naga on the other side of the stage was swallowing the lion's legs and tail, his belly scales already splattered with the lion's spooge while the feline filled out the serpent's gullet...Devesh stroked his cock as he kept his eyes on the gently kicking paws...he couldn't tell if the lion was trying to get out or trying to propel himself further into the snake, but the naga kept gulping, kept working his jaw down along the lion's shins...to his ankles...and then his feet...before, with a satisfying chomp, the tuft on the end of the lion's tail disappeared between the naga's jaws...

And as the large bulge of the lion traveled down to the naga's stomach, the lump that was once Tanner descended from the crocodile's shaft...into the reptile's body...and then dropped into the giant, green-scaled sac of his balls, filling them out and making them drag on the stage...

The two predators converged in the center of the platform, the naga rubbing his full belly against the crocodile's engorged testicles, a lewd display of satiated appetites, a show of consuming their meals and adding even more nutrients to their powerful bodies...both bulges subtly writhed and squirmed, Tanner inside the crocodile's balls, the lion inside the naga's stomach...getting more comfortable and settling into their new, permanent homes...Devesh found himself happy for his friend, even though he knew he would never see Tanner again...the pit bull was somewhere better now, part of something so much bigger and stronger and more important than himself...

The scene shifted for Devesh...the lights swirled and the music filled his head as the show went on...the elephant in the executioner's hood had returned to the stage, leading a feral Dobermann along on a leash...the dog was excited, his cock hanging heavily from his sheath and his balls bouncing back and forth as he pranced along...Devesh saw a cheetah sit on the edge of the steamer trunk, his legs spread...wait...

Where was the cheetah's cock and...Devesh nodded to himself, comprehension dawning on him as he watched the cheetah reach down to the soft, inviting pad of his vulva and used his fingers to spread the vertical lips of his labia, exposing his wet, glistening pussy and the fat, juicy pearl of his clit.

The Dobermann tugged at the end of his leash, straining while ropes of drool dripped from his jowls, desperate and whining to get free...the elephant held firm for a moment, keeping the frenzied dog back from the cheetah on the trunk...the audience was calling, yelling, making so much noise...and the elephant let go of the leash...the Dobermann lunged forward, a rushing haze of black and tan fur...the next thing Devesh saw was the Dobermann's muzzle planted in the cheetah's crotch...he noisily lapped at the feline's intimate region, sloppily slurping with his broad tongue as he ravenously ate out the cheetah, animalistically slobbering over his clit and burying his snout inside the man's pussy...the cheetah sighed and leaned back, letting the dog lick and nibble and snarl and huff and growl, happy to give the canine a good meal...the nub of the dog's tail wagged furiously and his jaws worked overtime as his tongue rapidly stroked over and inside the moist, fleshy folds of the cheetah's vagina, practically digging with his tongue for the feline's ovaries...

And then a polar bear had taken to the stage, replacing the elephant, cheetah, and Doberman...the polar bear was naked and in the spotlight, slowly turning for the audience to show off what he held...an enormous, green anaconda was draped over his shoulders and entwined around his arms...the polar bear stopped turning and planted a foot on the steamer trunk, spreading his legs...the anaconda twisted and wrapped around the polar bear's body, slithering around him like it was encircling a tree trunk, going lower over his stomach and waist...then wrapping around one of his legs for support as it pointed its head upward, towards the polar bear's crotch...no, behind it, beyond the polar bear's taint...

Devesh was still stroking himself, teasing his cock and squeezing his balls, as he watched the anaconda's wide, blunt head rise towards the polar bear's ass...and push insistently at the ursine's rear entrance...the polar bear grunted...and the snake's muscles rippled and pushed as its snout parted the polar bear's sphincter...then its head disappeared inside the man's rectum...the anaconda slithered forward and upward, surging deeper into the polar bear, its textured scales rubbing against the smooth flesh of the polar bear's orifice...the polar bear began jerking off with one hand and using his other to rub his abdomen, showing off the growing, moving bulge within as the fat-bodied snake tunneled into his guts.

Devesh saw more and more of the snake disappear into the polar bear...it undulated and slithered deeper, deeper...filling the polar bear's innards...the polar bear continued stroking himself, moaning as the anaconda invaded his guts...its tail dangled for a moment from the polar bear's ass before it at last disappeared...and before Devesh knew it, the polar bear's neck was getting thicker...the polar bear opened his mouth...and the anaconda's head emerged from between his jaws, wetly slithering out over his tongue and past his teeth...to coil around the polar bear's torso again as the man ejaculated with a roar, powerful spurts of cum erupted from his cock, splattering over the inquisitive anaconda's flickering tongue, head, and body, and the audience applauded again and again...

The lights swirled and swirled, coalescing into a vortex, a whirlpool of brilliant, luminous strands.

Men formed hazy and indistinct shadows, blurred voids within the multicolored hues that streamed down from the heavens.

Devesh's very bones were rattling, no longer solid--they were loose, impermanent structures that rattled and pulsed with the music that flowed throughout the auditorium. His heart drummed with the beat, pounding in his chest and eroding the walls of his ribs, wearing them down to fragments.

The panther's cock was a column of pure need, certain, unyielding, throbbing powerfully with his pulse as it oozed bead after bead of slick and slippery precum--it tasted so sweet on Devesh's tongue, so incredibly, divinely satisfying. He was desperate and on the agonizing, intense precipice of a barely containable explosive chain reaction, waiting for the final catalyst to push him over the edge. He needed something more, more, more, more...he was being eaten alive, ready to break his body to pieces if he could just get something more...

A uniform column of light blazed down on the ethereal smoke and vapors that filled the room, enclosing the stage in walls of stark white to separate it from the only blackness that hid the writhing mass of spectators--Devesh couldn't see them, could barely hear them, yet he perceived that so many had joined an erotic chain that encircled the theater, that Luis and Colby had become links in it, that if he were to reach out in the dark, he wouldn't be able to tell where one body ended and another began.

All time was happening at once, a cosmic rush that surged through him with the force of a tidal wave, yet all was still, moment to moment frozen and vividly sharp in his mind, but like the sands of a mandala, wiped away and scattered on a breeze.

And suddenly, he found that his free hand was raised once more...and he was blinking and wincing in the bright spotlight that shone down on him.

A booming voice filled his perception, it was too powerful for him to rationally make out the words, but...he nodded his assent, knowing without a doubt the only answer he could, should, and would give...he struggled to push himself up from his chair...an army of hands were pulling him, helping him to his feet, catching him from falling...finger emerged from the shadows and gripped his arms and legs, guiding him down, passing him from hand to hand to hand to hand...steering him along the steps that led to the pit below, keeping him upright as he stumbled ever closer to the stage, which he gazed upon in awe, a dumbstruck worshiper astounded by a vision of a long-promised and fabled kingdom before him at last...

Four chains of shining silver hung from above, each connected to a corner of a black leather sling that was suspended only a couple feet off the floor of the stage...the elephant in the executioner's hood had returned, presiding over the platform like a great judge of the hedonistically damned, and he held the end of another leash...Devesh stared, his eyes following the length of braided red rope that led from the elephant's hand...to the leather bridle that was secured...over the head and muzzle of a gigantic, feral, wingless drake.

The drake was as big as a pickup truck, powerfully built with rippling muscles and covered in scales of cerulean that gradually faded to obsidian. His jet-black claws matched his horns, which gracefully curled back from his head, and spikes, which adorned his elbows and ankles and trailed along the crest of his spine from the top of his skull to the tip of his tail; his eyes were shimmering sapphires, brilliant gems that gleamed with pure carnal intent...and as Devesh teetered closer to the stage, he could smell something...in addition to all the pot, cigar smoke, aphrodisiacs, and musky odors of sweaty, horny men, he began to pick up the pungent tang of concentrated testosterone, the scent of a beyond-potent male, of sheer virility...it electrified the panther's perception, drawing him in and buzzing in his dim awareness...it beckoned, and Devesh breathed in as he unsteadily padded nearer, taking in the scent that told him to come closer, to offer himself up...it told him to submit, to surrender, to accept the gift that he was about to be given...

Naked and unaided now, the pudgy panther stepped up onto the stage...as he did, he caught sight of the mighty, pulsating, deep red shaft that protruded from the drake's nether region. The drake's member was easily four feet long, and it curved up slightly towards the black stomach it hung beneath; Devesh saw the blunt, equine head at the end of the lightly bobbing shaft, its urethral opening extended and the coronal ridge lined with a crest of small, fleshy spikes that flared outward...prominent veins bulged along the column and led to the two fat preputial rings stacked on top of each other...and right beneath the rings, resting at the base of the shaft and just outside of the creature's moist and visibly steaming genital sheath...was the drake's engorged knot, an oblong mass that was as massive as three fully grown watermelons...maybe more.

Devesh's mouth watered and his hole quivered at the sight...the drake's cock flexed and a thick thread of clear precum dripped from its extended urethral process...Devesh looked up at the drake's eyes with wonder...the beast seemed to grin back at him, as if recognizing the smaller panther and eagerly anticipating what he was about to do with Devesh...

The panther was too absorbed by the drake to fully register what was happening. One moment, he was standing before the magnificent beast...

"...cum's so strong, this kid's gonna end up pregnant for sure!" Devesh thought he heard the elephant declare...

Applause exploded in his ears as he was lowered into the sling...he laid back, relaxing like he was in a hammock...the elephant was cuffing his ankles to the chains, keeping his legs up and spread apart...

"...been right where you are, it's gonna be good. Just hang on and enjoy the ride, boy," the elephant growled at one point, cuffing Devesh's wrists back to the chains above his shoulders...

The drake was approaching, sniffing and licking his lips with a thick, purple tongue...

Devesh bucked his hips up...the giant tongue was slathering his ass with drool, digging between his cheeks and easily snaking past his sphincter, wriggling inside of him, filling him and bearing down on his prostate...stuffing itself deeper and deeper...his cock was throbbing so hard...the drake slurped...he could feel himself opening wider, his guts parting easily around the wriggling tongue inside him...and then...a curious tingling that had nothing to do with the drugs in his system...this was like the pins and needles of his leg falling asleep, but in his gut...it tingled and tickled...he squirmed as the feeling faded...more than that, it was like there was...no sensation at all...except contentment...comfort...relaxation...

The drake was stepping forward...above him, straddling him...past him, Devesh saw the black underside of the beast's chin and neck...then the darkness of his huge chest and stomach...blocking out the light above him like a vast moon eclipsing the sun...

Something blunt was pressing against his ass, the broad and throbbing tip of a battering ram pushing insistently at his sphincter...Devesh was moaning and spreading his legs wider, eager to be filled...he was a good cocksleeve, he needed the enormous drake in him...he could feel a slick and slimy wetness being smeared over his loose hole...the drake was rubbing his cockhead against Devesh's ass, either lubing it up with precum or trying to align with with his target, the panther wasn't sure which, and it didn't matter, not when...

"Uuuuungh!" Devesh's whole body reverberated with the force of his groaning--his tone was guttural, primal as the drake's cock bluntly forced its way into his ass and pressed the groan out of him.

The panther's spine arched to its limits while the leather hammock kept the pudgy feline contained; his legs pushed apart as far as possible, rattling the chains he was cuffed to and making the sling sway from side to side under the drake, and Devesh let his head roll back over the side of the sling as the drake thrust into him. The fleshy barb's around the drake's cockhead were exquisite in how they raked across the soft, delicate tissues of his rectum...the panther could feel his innards parting around the rotund shaft that opened him wide, that was boring into him like a fat drill...and it just kept coming...and coming...and coming...and coming, filling him up more, steamrolling past his second ring and obliterating all his other intestinal sphincters...

But there was no pain...no, no pain beyond a faint strain he felt, but was he actually feeling it or only imagining it...Devesh was too high and too drunk to know the difference, too intoxicated and too far out of himself to care about the possibility of pain...in the dim reaches of his awareness, he felt more of the intense physical joy of having his hole split open wider than ever before around the drake's girth...more of the pleasing warmth that radiated from the throbbing shaft that plunged deeper into him...the satisfying sensation of being so thoroughly filled...the deliciously gratifying swell of having so much mass being fed into his gut...the electrifying tingle of his nerves being set alight as the drake continued gliding into him, dragging over his prostate and rubbing against the sensitive folds, ridges, and valleys of his inner flesh...

Devesh was trembling and huffing...he was being filled to capacity...he glanced down at his stomach to see the bulge of the drake's cock pressing up along his abdomen...to his sternum...and the drake kept going, stepping forward over him to feed more of his cock into Devesh's ass...the drake's stomach hung low, grinding against Devesh's chest and face...the panther could smell the testosterone oozing from the drake's every pore, leaking out between the beast's scales and rubbing into his own fur, marking Devesh with his scent, as his property, as his breeding mount...

"Unngh fuuuuuuuck...oh please, fuckmefuckmefuckme, pleeeeease," Devesh breathlessly whimpered as the drake's first preputial ring pressed against his weakly pulsing sphincter...forced harder against it, spreading the loosened ring of muscle wider...and popped past the orifice, letting the panther's hole naturally contract around the small dip between the first ring and the second...which started pressing against his hole just as firmly...seeking entrance...

"Guh!" Devesh had no words as the second ring popped into him; all he could do was breathe...breathe and allow his body to adjust...to accommodate the excessive girth that was now lodged within him, save for the prominent bulge he felt smushed against his hole...the top of the drake's knot was kissing his sphincter, grinding against his stretched rim, throbbing and pulsating with need...it was like sitting on top of a broiling furnace, it was so massive and so hot...

Somewhere above and behind him, Devesh heard the elephant's voice...the applause of the crowd...the music playing...all was still for just a moment...

Before the drake fucked him.

Hard.

Harder and more forcefully than he had ever been fucked.

Filling him more completely than he had ever been filled.

Devesh swung back and forth in the sling under the feral drake who was humping into him. The preputial rings plopped in and out of his stretched hole...his entire body filled with the colossal shaft and emptied out, filled and emptied, filled and emptied in rapid, violent thrusts as the drake above him gyrated his hips...Devesh, open-mouthed and moaning his heart out in a continuous stream, looked up and behind himself, vacantly staring at the elephant in the executioner's hood, who was gazing at him between the drake's front legs...

"Oh yeah, he's having fun," the elephant said, his voice sounding so distant and so commanding.

Yes...the drake was ferociously plowing him with animalistic abandon...and Devesh was having the time of his life...this was the most intense, most pleasurable, most...most...more...he needed more...fuck, his dick was leaking like a broken faucet, his balls were bouncing, his prostate was on fire, and his ass was spreading so perfectly around the cock pounding him for everything he was worth...for more than he was worth...he needed more-more-more-more...

"Huuuuhuuuuuhuuuuhuuuuhuuuuuhhhh," Devesh groaned wordlessly.

Schlop-schlop-schlop-schlop-schlop...

Devesh's ass wetly sucked and slopped along the drake's cock as it was pulled out and rammed back in...in and out, in and out...his insides were being dragged out...forget about rosebuds, he was prolapsing again and again before his guts were stuffed back into him with the drake's shaft...Devesh bounced with the rhythm of the drake's humping...the chains that held the sling were jangling loudly...the drake's blunt cockhead, barbs, vast shaft, and fat rings kept splitting him open and grinding through the very core of his being, filling him as much as he filled a fleshlight...there was no Devesh now, just a panther-shaped cocksleeve being wrapped around the giant drake's member, a receptacle for the animal to dump his load...the drake was huffing and growling as he kept fucking the birthday boy strapped beneath him raw...

There was no point in keeping track of time...what even was time...seconds lasted for eons and eons passed in the blink of an eye...had he been in the sling for only a few minutes or a month...it didn't matter...Devesh didn't need a trivial concept like time to define his existence, not when he was entirely consumed with pleasure...his head lolled back and forth with the drake's powerful thrusts...it was like he was riding in a sea of strong waves, riding high with every thrust and sinking down with every withdrawal...the depths of pleasure yawning beneath him while the ceaseless current of bliss kept him buoyed and barely afloat...his cock a beacon for others to use to find him, to make him shoot like a flare in the night...all while he felt every inch of the drake's dick slide through his innards, barrelling past the remains of his sphincters and making him gape so deeply, leaving behind a messy void to be filled whenever the drake pulled out of him...before shoving his cock back in...

The drake was pumping faster and harder...his knot was bashing wetly against Devesh's ass...the panther felt the strain as the drake pushed harder and harder, trying to get the knot inside, but not yet...not yet...the drake's claws were digging into and scraping against the floor as he pushed for more leverage...his tail lashed from side to side and his muscles strained and flexed as his chest and stomach expanded and contracted more erratically above Devesh...he was grinding hard against the panther...clearly intent on burying the thick bulb of sensitive flesh inside Devesh...

And Devesh wanted it...he yearned for it, needed it...caught up in the throes of pleasure, the panther writhed and squirmed in the sling...he buried his face in the drake's stomach that hung down heavily over him and was grinding along the length of his body while the beast's cock impaled him again and again...Devesh huffed the drake's scent, imbuing himself with it, reveling in the smell of the huge animal who was roughly taking him...reveling in every thrust of the drake's hips, every rumbling snarl that made the beast's body vibrate...he pressed his forehead and muzzle against the drake's scales, anchoring himself to the solid mass amid the whirling erotic frenzy that swirled around him and clouded his vision...

Schlop-schlop-schlop-schlop-schlop...

Plap-lap-lap-lap-lap-lap...

"Huuuuuhuuuuuuhuuuuuhuuuuuhhhh..."

Devesh felt like he was going to explode, ready to burst at the seams...his cock was throbbing as the tip rubbed against the drake's belly scales...his prostate ached beyond belief...he was going crazy from all the testosterone and aphrodisiacs overpowering his senses...

The elephant was shouting...the crowd was screaming, yelling, stamping their feet...everything was crashing and melting together in Devesh's brain...he couldn't take much more of this...he wanted to keep going, for it all to never stop...and then he caught the elephant's last two words.

"...him, boy!"

The drake growled...hurled himself forward, his knot banging against Devesh's ass...again...and thrust once more...

"Uuuuungh! Uuuuuungh!" Devesh bore down, doing everything he could to open himself further, to turn himself inside out, to push out and loosen his already overworked guts even more so he could let the drake in completely at last--

"Come on, ruin that hole!" the elephant shouted, his commanding voice resonant and crystal clear in Devesh's muddled perception.

The drake pushed harder, an unyielding pressure that budged a little...a little more...a desperate, unstoppable surge threatening to annihilate the walls of a dam...

And--

PLOP!

"FFUUUUUUCCCCKKKKUUUUUNGH!" the panther screamed in orgasmic ecstasy as the drake's fat knot plunged into him at last, threatening to rip him in half as it barged through his stretched sphincter...his innards swelled to the extreme as the beast's cock was locked inside, tying him in place...

At the same time, Devesh was faintly aware that his balls had drawn up tight, that he was cumming, he was cumming so hard, spilling his seed, expelling his balls, blasting out his prostate, shooting out his brain, everything-everything-everything he had to give...Devesh's orgasm was beyond overwhelming, an explosive burst of bliss that erupted with the force of a supernova and sent shockwaves through his body, through his soul...he kept crying out, his euphoria driving him to the edge of insanity, to the edge of reality...

As the panther's cum splattered on the drake's underbelly and over his own stomach and chest, Devesh barely registered the drake's cock pulsating and spasming in him...his stomach was inflating, swelling with so much thick batter that he was already beginning to bloat, and more cum kept pumping into him, a firehose of viscous jizz on full blast flooding his guts...he was nothing more than a condom, catching every gluey, custardy, sludgy ounce of drake semen that shot into him...his every nook and cranny filled and overflowed, his stomach inflated more...more...and the drake's knot kept every drop inside of Devesh, plugging him up like a cork in a bottle.

The crowd was louder than ever, a cacophony of pleased moaning, adoring cheers, and wild applause; the music was more intense, the beat reaching a fever pitch and the melodies blurring together in harmonious riffs in Devesh's ears; the lights glared down brighter and flashed frantically as the drake kept breeding him, thoroughly impregnating him...there was no way he wasn't pregnant...Devesh wasn't sure if he could really feel or was just imagining the heat of new life forming within him...he didn't have a womb or eggs before tonight, but the drake was such a powerful specimen of pure masculinity that he might as well have bred them into Devesh along with his offspring...forcing the panther to be fertile...and then...

Devesh was lost in a haze of white...his whole body was numb, but every inch of him burned in a cosmic inferno of lust and passion and release...Devesh couldn't breathe, couldn't see, couldn't perceive anything beyond the tidal wave of euphoria that had crashed over him and turned his world into an incomprehensible swirl, a dreamy miasma that only made sense from certain angles...but he was so tired...so full...so satisfied, so intensely pleasured...he couldn't cope with it, couldn't keep up...he had to let go...had to let...go...had...to...

---

Devesh blearily opened his eyes.

He was lying on his stomach, in his own bed. Light streamed through the gaps in his curtains, and he could hear birds singing in the distance.

The panther yawned. He had no idea what time it was, no clue how he got home, and not one inkling of what else had transpired last night. Yet here he was, naked in bed with the sheets tossed aside; he reeked of sex, and he was so sore and fatigued, he felt like he'd been hit by a bus. Devesh's head pounded, and his ass ached dully...though as he experimentally and limply clenched his puffy, swollen sphincter, he relished the mild pain that came from having an utterly ruined and gaping hole, as well as the sensation of the thick, wet trail leaking from his overstretched orifice and down the backside of his balls.

All in all, he was pretty pleased with how he'd celebrated his 21st birthday; a sore, cum-filled ass and a hangover were both good signs of a great night.

He just needed some water and a couple painkillers to help with his headache, and maybe he could order delivery for some greasy breakfast food later.

"Ooooh...oooh fuuuuuck," Devesh groaned as he pushed himself up and rolled over onto his back...

"Oh shit!" he yelped with a start when he looked down at himself.

Devesh's belly was significantly plumper than usual; it was distended by a few inches in front of him, hanging over his waist and bloated enough to partly obscure his morning wood.

"Ooooh...shit," the panther murmured quietly now, almost in awe.

Devesh lapsed into stunned silence for a moment, simply marveling at how his body had changed and at the energy he felt coursing through him, the sensation of new life blossoming within him. He tenderly rubbed the visible bump in his abdomen that could only contain a growing baby drake...it seemed the feral beast who bred him on stage last night really had been potent enough to get him pregnant after all. The panther had no clue how long he would be gestating this creature inside of him or how big it would become, but now wasn't the time to think about that...now was simply a time to rest and recover from the rough mating he'd received...

But as Devesh gently stroked his gravid belly--trying to feel for any defining features within--he noticed that there was something strapped around his wrist...

Curious, the panther lifted his hand to see that he was wearing a leather band with a small tag clipped to it. Squinting to see more clearly, Devesh saw that the tag had been stamped with a phone number and a message:

"Give us a call at The Cage! We'd love to feature you on our stage when you're ready to pop."

Devesh grunted, mildly bemused...then grinned to himself, already beginning to imagine what his act in a few months could look like...maybe after pushing a new little drake out into the world for the audience's entertainment, he could get a repeat breeding from the whelp's father as an encore...the panther had to admit, he was already starting to crave carrying another one of the drake's offspring, and now he knew where to go to satisfy that craving.

"Mmmf...fuck," Devesh mused, still rubbing his bloated belly with his left hand while his right drifted down to his stiff dick; hungover and sore as he was, he was so horny this morning, he had to rub one out.

The pregnant panther smirked and relaxed further into his bed as he started jerking off in earnest; who would have thought he'd end up like this after going out for his birthday last night?