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"What the... what the fuck do you think you're doing?!"

"Getting a blowjob, what else does it look like?"

"You can't fucking do that!"

"Why not?"

"Because... it's fucking gross! Don't ask, don't tell, you faggot piece o' shit! I ain't serving with some fairy homos!"

"Says the guy who I saw bending over backward for the sergeant not two days ago? Don't think I didn't hear you moo like a little bitch when I was passing by his window."

Coal's attention to the film was broken by the heady moan from over his shoulder, finding himself easily distracted between the paw wrapped around his own hard cock and the inescapable feeling of someone behind him.

"Fuck man, I remember a guy from back home who was like that. I could make him beg for mercy as I fucked the cum out of him." There was a snicker following this, before adding, "I guess you could say I milked that cow dry."

The Husky managed to grunt a bemused acknowledgment as he kept his gaze fixed on the screen.

"...and then the whole battalion knows that we should grab the bull by the ass and not his horns..."

"What do you want?"

"If you keep your trap shut, then I'll keep mine shut too, and we won't have any problems with each other."

"I want more though..."

In spite of the better-than-average acting one might normally expect from a porn flick, Coal's focus was fixated on the fellow onscreen canine gorging himself on the stallion's cock. Even as the dialogue played out, the camera seemed as much mesmerized by the sight of the German Shepherd's face flush with the horse's groin. It panned to reveal the swollen length bulging down his neck of what must have been two feet of hard, musky flesh. The slight water to the eyes, the oozing spittle around the lips, and the presence of two powerful paws grasping the dog's head as that throat was fucked as if it was nothing but a simple toy.

The sight alone made Coal's own dick throb with how impressive it looked, but his toes curled and his chest ached as deep down he pined to know how it actually felt. He had to forcibly resist the urge to not give in to temptation and just jack himself off to completion, settling instead for long, slow, laborious strokes with his lubed fist. Easing himself from tip to knot, he did his best to keep his composure and avoid letting his fellow audience member from catching on how much the porno was getting to him.

However, judging by the steady, rhythmic slurping and suckling sounds behind him, the male was not at all shy when it came to enjoying the scene before them both. Turning his head just slightly and peering from the corner of his eye, he just about made out the faintly illuminated silhouette of his roommate reclined on their couch. Based solely on his posture, Coal would have almost thought he was bored and was lazily idling back as the film played, but as the light struck him within the dark of their dorm he could make out the entranced stare of the young stallion's entranced stare. Yet Coal's gaze wandered even then, peering through the shadows to take in the horse's nude muscular body down to his own endowment. Much like the Husky, the stallion was earnestly stroking his hard shaft as they watched the movie together, albeit the horse had the luxury of using their backup cock sleeve. Coal couldn't argue with the fact that he struggled to masturbate with paws alone given his impossible size, even though he wanted to point out how it was for that exact reason the first one had broken...

He watched it now, gliding up and down the stallion's slick length with a flourish of his wrist and strained muscles. Made of transparent gel and designed for more average men, he felt his anxiety rising with every stroke as the comparatively tiny sleeve slid across a foot and then some of fat cock. Having completely lost focus of the porno playing aloud right in front of him that they had barely just gotten into, all Coal could think about now was that the sleeve was also going to break, because if it did then that would mean...

There was a wet snap. Soft, dull, and almost unnoticeable, but he heard it.

He saw it too, eyes trained on the sleeve in the horse's grasp as he suddenly paused mid-stroke.

The toy seemed to peel away from his cock as he blankly took in the sight of the gel split down its length. He said nothing as we looked at it in his paw, almost as if he were still trying to comprehend what had happened and considering what he was going to do now.

"Huh." It was a short and stunted admission, but he seemed more dismayed than remorseful, looking back to the television where the horse was now snogging a bull while he continued to receive head from the German Shepherd.

Coal swallowed unconsciously as new tension started to press its way into the room. He was no longer watching the film. He was too focused on his roommate as he waited for the inevitable.

"The sleeve broke." It was very matter-of-fact, again without any hint of an apology or commiseration even though it would be the Husky buying a replacement.

"I know," Coal said, somehow as equally aloof as the horse despite his heart pounding in his chest. "Sorry Brandon."

"I'm not done though."

There was a small itch of frustration in the Husky's mind as he felt like he was being led towards the obvious, but knowing where things were going was enough to override anything else.

"Yeah... Sorry."

"I need to cum, man." The horse was no longer looking at the screen. Instead, he had turned to stare straight toward the Husky, his face an almost unreadable blank slate were it not for the predatory hunger pricking just behind his eyes.

"Try without the sleeve?" Those eyes didn't waver. Brandon was unconvinced by the proposal.

"You know I can't do that." There was a pregnant pause now as Coal didn't provide a counteroffer, likely because deep down they both knew there was only one solution the stallion had in mind. As if on cue, Brandon's gaze trailed to the film when the sound of coughs and splutters sang out through the speakers. When Coal's own eyes followed, he saw that the German Shepherd was gasping for breath, the horse stood over him with his cock at the ready as it danced against the male's lips while waiting to be invited back inside. After a second or two, the canine sucked in a lungful of air and impaled his muzzle onto the stallion.

It was at that point things became brutally clear as Coal sensed weight shifting from behind.

"Come on," Brandon stated aloud with a feigned attempt at pleading somewhere in his voice, but it still couldn't shake the apathetic single-mindedness he now moved with as he stood up. Stepping one leg over the Husky and blotting out the television, the horse loomed over him and expectantly gazed down. "Just suck me off."

Looking up, Coal was greeted with the imposing sight of Brandon's silhouette half-cast in a subdued glow from the screen behind him. But what little there was to see of the stallion himself was made completely irrelevant by the demanding presence of his hanging cock. With its slit like an eye staring just as expectantly as the horse was, its mighty length ebbed and bobbed just above his head mere inches away from his face. Something dripped across his forehead, perhaps it had been pre or lube, but Coal could feel his body tingling as it focused on the coolness as it ran down his muzzle and just glanced against his lips... Everything else seemed to bleed away from the television's dialogue to his own paw at his cock, just as the Husky unconsciously shifted into a kneeling position as he drew himself level with Brandon's erection.

If ever there was a moment Coal had to voice any objections, it was then. All he had to do was seize it.

So instead the canine leaned forward, muzzle already opening and his tongue slid out to greet the giant shaft of horse meat, as he resigned himself to accepting whatever was about to happen. As his lips sealed themselves around Brandon's head he heard the stallion breathe a loud moan stifled behind his gritted teeth. The taste of something artificial and bland hit him first, but as his own saliva watered down the lube while he more than likely swallowed whatever was left, he began to find the flavors of the horse underneath. Sweaty, leathery, and musky, a taste that had probably stewed for as long as Brandon hadn't showered after exerting himself. Whether that had been through practice or just working out mattered little, as Coal knew the taste all too well and drank it in as he did with the horse's other inches.

But his lips hadn't even yet touched the medial ring when his reflexes kicked in and the Husky gagged, just as that swollen head tapped the back of his throat. Coal could have generously said that he was a third of the way down Brandon's cock, but even if that were true it wouldn't have mattered as they both knew that would never be enough to satisfy the horse's needs.

Maybe he lingered there too long, or perhaps Brandon had just decided he wasn't interested in leaving the Husky to his own pace, as Coal soon felt paws taking hold of his head from both sides in what was unquestionably a sign that he was no longer in control.

"Just let me do it."

The most Coal could have done to keep things in check was brace his paws against the stallion's thighs as the power shifted between them. But even that did little to dissuade Brandon's buried intentions as he began to shift his hips while keeping the dog's head in place. His strength was no matter for Coal, and he found himself desperately pushing down each involuntary impulse to retch as Brandon's cock probed that inner limit. He almost seemed to sadistically enjoy the dog's struggles as he toyed with that simple inch between just enough and too much, all while daring to go just the faintest of bits deeper each time he did.

For as uncomfortable and arduous as it was though, it was working, as in spite of Coal's displeasure the horse was eroding away just enough of the reflex to go even deeper. Though the Husky still felt the unceasing urge to gag all the same, it was easier to box it off as the emerging sensation of the horse's length sliding down his esophagus took over. The medial ring, once so distant from his lips, had long since passed them as even it was now destined to head deeper inside along with the rest of the horse. It was difficult, almost near impossible to breathe, as Brandon did so and he still fought with his body's impulses to expel the invading mass, but Coal could feel that cock push it way through him. Working through his muzzle, curving at the bend of his throat, and then deeper down his neck and into his body... All he could do was squeeze his clenched paws against Brandon's legs and gave strangled coughs through his stuffed mouth as the stallion fucked the anatomical sleeve he had fashioned for himself.

"Fuck that's deep."

The words were distant, almost as imperceptibly as everything else around the Husky as he endured the neverending experience. Beyond the scant chances he was given to suck in frightened, ragged gasps of air that seemed to only grow fewer and farther between, Coal was left to be consumed by the sensation of Brandon carving his way deep inside. A thick syrup of bodily fluids slathered his muzzle and hung from his face, though it was impossible to know if they were his own, Brandon's, or both. But aside from the indifference he showed to the Husky's plight, the additional slickness only seemed to goad him on as he hunkered his weight down and put more force into driving his cock into the male's throat. Coal could feel those fingers digging into his scalp as Brandon gradually let go of any effort to control himself as he bucked and twisted his hips against the dog's face. Through watering eyes and an overwhelming ache radiating through his neck, Coal could not discern much about the horse's progress from whether he had gone as deep as he could manage or if he was any closer to an orgasm. Yet any attempt to let out a frustrated, pitiful whine was lost to the gargling mess of his impaled throat. It had already felt like hours had passed, and though it could very well have been only a few minutes he couldn't help but imagine that there was still an eternity left to go...

Abruptly, however, his face was unceremoniously forced flush against the stallion's body. With his nose burrowed in rough pubic fur and his chin nestled atop a fattened sack, Coal realized that the horse had finally hit the furthest limit he could. It was as though time stood still as both of them seemed to sense it, where Coal could only fixate on the feeling of the man's cock down his throat. It was so impossibly deep that even in his addled state he was as perversely impressed as much as he was weakly terrified. Descending down from his mouth, the canine could feel every inch of the horse as it disappeared into him, right to the point where he swore he could feel Brandon's head sitting directly in his stomach.

It was a breathtaking sensation, both figuratively and literally.

"Fuck."

But even though the stallion was as physically deep as he could possibly go, it seemed Brandon was still just as dissatisfied as when he was first hitting the Husky's gag reflex. With rough, unfeeling resolve, the horse shoved his crotch against Coal's face and pushed with his paws from the opposite direction. Though it achieved little, the canine could feel himself being crushed and ground as Brandon sought some missing half-inch he had yet to accomplish in what was already a terrifying feat of bodily abuse.

"Just a lil more."

Coal could only clench his eyes as his lungs grew starved for oxygen and his body screamed for him to be released from this torture. The groping paws of the horse against his head, prying at his lips and tugging against his ears as he hungrily rutted at the dog's face were a distant feeling to Coal. What little there was left in him came in fading, gargled sputters while he waited for the stallion's mercy if it was ever going to come. Bent over backward, his body growing limp like a ragdoll in Brandon's hold, he was pinned only in place by the stallion's flesh impaled down his throat and into his stomach.

The world only returned to him when he heard a vicious, triumphant whinny that rang in his ears, soon followed by the sudden rush of heat that flooded into his gut. With his feverish second wind, Coal could feel renewed sensations of that cock head growing in size deep inside him, all while the shaft that tunneled the way through throbbed and pulsed as something pumped along its length. For the few seconds that it took him to realize that Brandon had finally came and was unloading directly into his stomach, the horse was apparently already done as he started to pull away. Inch after inch of his spent cock was gruesomely expeled from the dog's ruined muzzle, with the flared head leaving a wake of new agony as everything stretched on its way out until finally... it slopped free with a sickly, thick pop.

Desperate for air, Coal immediately tried to heave despite the intense ache that radiated through his chest. But his efforts were met with a slurry of spit, bile, and cum as his bloated stomach also tried to expel its contents alongside the stallion's cock. Doubled over on the floor, the Husky choked and spluttered as a slop of horse seed spilled from his maw into an oozing puddle across the dorm's floor. He didn't even care for the mess he made as he sucked in enough air to finally gain some semblance of composure, even above every other sensation currently fighting for his attention. Between the deep soreness, the nauseating swill in his gut, and his throbbing head nursing on dregs of oxygen, he was more just thankful that the whole ordeal was over and he had made it through to the other side.

Standing over him with his softening cock hanging between his thighs, all of which was coated in a slimy film of cum, spit, and more, Brandon stared down at him as he ironically seemed just as lost for breath. He waited for Coal to either hack up whatever was left of his load or calm down to a more measured state before he finally spoke aloud,

"Holy shit... I needed that." Brandon looked from side to side absently, as if looking for something until he gave up a fruitless search, "Dibs on the shower. You cool to clean this up?"

Stunned and too weak to protest, Coal could only nod amidst the pool of bodily fluids.

"Thanks." He sniffed, a grin suddenly plastered across his face all before he turned away and left the canine kneeling there, "Man, you need to stop buying cheap toys if they keep breaking like that."

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