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Kostan had been running for a while now. He was used to it though, he liked to run when he felt like this. It cleared his head. His girlfriend had left him a week ago, just 2 days before his birthday. 'Still, only a bitch would do that,' he'd reasoned. Better off without her.He rounded the bend in the road and started toward the railroad tracks. Kostan always turned round here. It was far enough to help him think properly, but not so far that he'd be totally exhausted when he got home. In the distance, he saw the now familiar sign blinking. It was a marker telling him he was almost at the turning point. "The Green Room," neon spelt out in the crisp evening sky. He'd heard stories about this place. The local paper were up-in-arms when it opened. "A filthy den of iniquity" they'd called it. "So what if a few guys want to pay to see other guys stripping," Kostan thought. "It's not hurting anyone." Truth was, this was a small town, and people didn't like 'that sort of person' here. Kostan thought it was all quite funny, the amount of offence people were taking.The sign continued to blink mesmerisingly. Before he knew it, Kostan was at the railroad tracks taking a breather. The sign gave the air around it an eery green shimmer.As he turned for home, Kostan felt a strange pang of regret. He'd always enjoyed looking at the other guys in the shower after sports, but never acted on it, such was the small town mentality. He thought it strange that this should be hitting him now, so soon after he'd split up with the girl he thought he'd spend years with. Suddenly, years of repressed emotion, regret, frustration and several things he couldn't identify washed over him. He steadied himself on the railing again, almost bought to tears by this rush of raw feelings."Fuck them all," he thought and stepped over the railroad tracks, not entirely blind to the irony that he was, in more ways than one, 'going to the wrong side of the tracks.' He arrived at the front door of the club, still buoyed by his defiance. There was no one around to see him sticking him fingers up at them, but it felt damn good to be doing it anyway. He took out his wallet and gave a 20 to the bull terrier on the door."ID please," the dog countered.Kostan silently handed him his drivers licence. It was fake, of course. His brother's friend worked at the DMV and, for a few bucks, had made one up for him near perfect saying he was 21, despite looking fairly young for his 18 years.The terrier looked at it suspiciously, holding it up to the light. The hologram shimmered."Have a good night, sir." And he was in.It was only now that the nerves approached. The club was dim and a strange smell of drink mixed with musk hung in the thick, hot air.Kostan headed straight for the bar and ordered two straight vodkas. He necked them both in quick succession, hoping to quell the fear starting to turn his stomach over inside him."No need to be afraid," he thought, "it's just some guys dancing." The real fear was what this meant about himself. Knowing this, he took a table to one side of the stage, complete with it's runway jutting out from the centre and sat quietly, trying to attract as little attention as possible. He looked around. Most of the other guys were in their 40s at least. Looking shifty and desperate. "Sad," Kostan thought to himself, the shadows largely covering his face.In the blink of an eye, the lights in the room dropped and a spotlight fixed on the stage as the opening chords to Thriller blasted out from huge speakers suspended from the ceiling. A lion burst through the curtain dressed in some sort of zombie outfit. He was tall and well built, his pecs clearly visible through the shreds of fabric making up his costume. Kostan wasn't really a fan of cats, but watching this guy bend and flex, each time removing a piece of his costume, he felt a stirring in his underwear. The lion jumped from the stage onto the table of an onlooker, who obligingly stuck a wadge of bills in his thong.The cat danced until the song ended and disappeared behind the curtain once again.Things continued in this manner for almost an hour. A panther, a tiger and what looked like some kind of cheetah, tiger hybrid all came out, gyrated and disappeared out of sight again after having their underwear filled with money. Each cat got the similar response from Kostan's groin, but he swiftly got bored. He was about to get up and leave when the lights dipped again and a song he hadn't been expecting started thumping his chest with bass. The familiar mash of guitars and pounding drums of "Bulls on Parade" filled the air, seeming to wash away the smell that hung around him.Looking up at the speakers, Kostan didn't notice the enormous bull who had taken centre stage. The bovine must have been close to seven feet tall, his chest almost as wide as his height. From his head protruded two thick, pale horns, curving downwards toward his cheeks. His eyes were red and fiery, his mouth locked shut. His neck was thick with muscle, probably as far around as Kostan's waist, wrapped in a black, spiked collar, matching those at his wrists, which strained as he flexed his massive hands. His arms, chest and stomach rippled with muscles Kostan didn't know existed, leading his eyes down to the tight black thong which barely held in the bull's manhood.Kostan stared, in total awe of the massive beast, feeling his heart racing. The bull glanced over at him, still in the shadows, before leaping into a furious dance routine in perfect time with the music. He slid down the stage, flipped, flexed and ground himself against the air, making Kostan's chest feel like all the air in the room had suddenly been sucked out.The bull leaped onto the floor with a crash and started doing the now familiar dance around the tables, putting on a little show for each patron. All the others had missed Kostan, sitting in the corner, quietly, but the bull made no such mistake. Kostan saw the bovine approaching and reached for his wallet. It was unusually full, the old man down the street had finally paid up for some decorating work Kostan had finished a few weeks ago.Kostan sat back in his seat, unable to disguise the tent that had formed in his jeans. The bull moved closer, enabling Kostan to reach out, hand shaking, to slip 30 bucks into the waiting thong. The bull bore his teeth, grabbed the back of the chair and ground his body against the coyote. Kostan could smell the sweat on the bull as his muscles clenched against the dog's shoulder.The bovine turned to walk away, but Kostan heard himself shouting over the music, almost reflexively, "Wait!"The bull turned and moved closer to the table, "Yes?" He growled."How much for a... er... for a private dance?" the young dog asked."More than you can afford, boy." The dancer replied, dismissively."Try me!" Kostan heard himself challenging.The bull flashed a growl again, "Two hundred," he declared, looking down on the coyote."Done," he could barely believe he was saying it."Fine," the mighty animal sneered, grabbing Kostan by the arm and leading him through a side door.They walked in silence down a hall lined with doors until the bull saw one with the door open.The room was sparse, containing only a large, padded couch and a floor to ceiling pole.The bull nodded at the couch and Kostan sat nervously down. He'd given over the 200 bucks, how was he going to stop and animal that size if he wanted to walk away with it, but his fears were unfounded.Without a word, the bull slid his thong to the floor, releasing his cock to hang, idle between his legs. Kostan had never seen anything like it. It looked thicker than the coyote's forearm, and over 6 inches long totally flaccid. The almost black member hung there, swaying as the bull started to move. Initially, he slid his hips in circles, huge arms above his head. He stepped closer to the young dog who was staring, transfixed at the massive bovine cock. He started to direct his hips towards his customers face, starting to enjoy this particular private dance (he usually hated them: old men with too much money pawing and groping him, trying to get themselves off - this young pup was a whole different ball game)."Like what you see?" the bull asked in an almost inaudibly low tone."Y-yes sir..." the boy answered, his voice shaking. Kostan couldn't believe what was being thrust into his face. He looked up at the glorious beast in front of him, overcome by lust.The bull knelt in from of Kostan, and rubbed his body forcefully against the boy's chest, nearly swamping him. Kostan felt sharp scratches against his neck as the bull's collar dug in. The bull slid his hand over the coyote's thigh and onto his fiercely tented jeans. Feeling the paw of such a powerful animal on his manhood made the dog's hips bucks forward, a loud sigh coming from his mouth.The beast unzipped Kostan's wet fly and pulled his boxers to one side, ripping a hole in them. The dog's cock stood up, almost burning with desire, head slicked and dripping pre. Another involuntary buck greeted the bull as he clamped his hand around the pup's erect shaft. He bowed his head and took the whole of Kostan's cock into his warm mouth, tongue wrapping around it expertly. He sucked hard, head flying up and down on the coyote furiously.Kostan fell back on the couch, lost in ecstasy as the cow's enormous arms grabbed him round the waist, pulling his crotch hard and deep into the waiting mouth.Barely a minute after the stripper's rough oral onslaught had begun, Kostan began moaning and howling wildly. He snapped upright and looked down just as the bull pulled his mouth off the flaring cock. Two punch-jerks from those massive hands and Kostan's cockhead flared, firing shot after shot of hot cum onto the bull's face.Kostan flopped back onto one elbow, still watching the cow as his long tongue lapped the cum off his nose. What he couldn't reach with his tongue, he wiped with his hand.Silently, the dancer picked up his thong, and made for the door."Stop," Kostan breathed, still panting."That's your 200, kid," the bull grumbled.Kostan's feral brain took over, "I want more. I want it all. Another 200.""Fuck," he sighed under his breath. "Seriously, you don't want that. I'm not a gentle lover and judging from what just happened, you've not been broken in yet."Kostan decided there was only one way to deal with guys like this. "Take the fucking money or don't. It's your paycheck.""Fine, I warned you."The bull turned and stood in front of Kostan, his crotch inches from the dog's face. He reached out and took the colossal bovine cock in his hand. He felt it swell slightly just before having his hand knocked away and feeling the cow's palm against the back of his head. The bull's other hand grabbed his growing cock and shoved it in Kostan's face. The dog's mouth opened and with that, the cow pulled his head forward, plunging his cock into the waiting lips.Kostan gagged as the gigantic member hit the back of his throat."Swallow it, boy," came the order as the mighty hands pulled his head down hard on the rod.The cock grew and grew, soon more than Kostan could take in his mouth. He coughed as salty, heavy taste filled his mouth and nose, his whole body feeling electrified as the cow fucked his face. He tried to swallow what he could of the monster in his mouth, but he just couldn't take the sheer girth any deeper.The beast withdrew from the dog's mouth, but before he had a chance to get his breath, the bovine lifted him over onto all fours. Kostan could feel his ass aching to be taken as his jeans were yanked down around his knees.Breathing heavily, the bull licked a finger and put against the boy's waiting hole. It was there for barely a second before the beast had thrust it into his grateful customer. Kostan groaned as the bull pumped his finger in and out, but no sooner was it in there than it was gone again. Kostan looked round at the bull. He hadn't seen him fully erect until now. Suddenly, the huge, veined, slightly pointed cock looked more like a weapon than a body part. Kostan started to wonder if he'd done the right thing as the slick head of the bull's cock touched his entrance for the first time. The head was wet with the dog's spit and the bull's pre.The powerful beast took a hold of the dog's sides and with a swift, merciless stroke thrust into the waiting ass."Fuuuuuuuuuuck," Kostan screamed, feeling like his insides were on fire. The engorged phallus stretching his anus far further than it was ever meant to go, filling him deeper and wider than felt possible. The pain was mediated by an intense rush of sensation from his prostate, pounded into by the bull's flaring head."Ungh," the young dog sighed as the raging bull slid his cock out, but Kostan never felt it leave contact with his aching hole. The bull thrust forward again, harder, deeper this time. Kostan barked loudly, in more pain, but with greater pleasure to match. He could feel his whole body writhing with the unimagined sensations filling him, coursing through him.The bull thrust again and again, deeper and deeper, Kostan groaning and bucking each time he pounded home another powerful inch of bull cock.Suddenly, the bull withdrew, lifting the dog and flipping him onto his back, sending him crashing back into the couch. He took up station between Kostan's legs, lifting them high and wide. Without warning, he buried a full foot of his dripping cock into the waiting ass. Kostan's hips shook again at the new onslaught. The bull held his ankles and pounded his cock ever deeper into the young virgin.Kostan writhed on the couch, moaning, yelping, howling body unable to process the mass of sensations coming from his rear, all the time, the bull, ploughing into him, eventually hilting his cock against the pup's ass.Kostan's cock began dripping pre onto his stomach, rock hard again.The enormous bull lent forward, towering over Kostan again. One arm either side of the boy's head he gained even more leverage to punchfuck the ass, now beginning to clench onto his cock each time it was buried. The pace quickened as the cow neared completion. His hot breath huffed in Kostan's face as the boy moaned, still overcome with sensation.The bulls cock flared and hardened. He took it quickly out of the boy's ass and moved up the couch, kneeling over the boy's face. He lent back with one hand a stuck two muscular fingers up the used and abused ass, curling round and pressing hard on the swollen prostate. The other gripped his own cock hard and jerked it viciously above Kostan's head.The coyote's back arched as the bull jabbed at his prostate. He let out a load moan as the beast above his head threw back his head in a deafening roar as his whole body spasmed. He pointed his cock directly down into Kostan's face as it convulsed, firing shot after shot of hot, thick cum over the waiting lips. Kostan's bucked, his howling muffled by the rivers of cum lashing his face, but he didn't care as the pumping of his own orgasm shot streams of cum up the bull's back.He collapsed into immobility as the bull dismounted. He fished around in the boy's jeans, took out the agreed 200 and left with a snort.It felt like a long time before Kostan could move again, his body aching from head to toe. He wiped is face on his t-shirt, deciding to leave it behind and go home topless. He paused to lean on the door frame on his way out, looking back at the room, the couch still dripping with bull cum.It seemed the rumours about this place were true after all.