The Theater, Part 2
It was a Saturday night, and Stanley was sitting next to his 40-year-old father Bruce in the back row of the bus. Stanley and Bruce were both bulls, though Stanley's fur was a slightly lighter brown than his dad's. The two of them were also pretty massive, the former weighing in at about 310 pounds of muscle and the latter weighing in at 345 pounds, with slightly more fat on him than his 22-year-old son. They were dressed normally in spite of their destination, with no obvious indication of the debauchery planned for that evening. The only hint of that was the fact that their clothes were a bit small; Bruce's patterned button down shirt and Stanley's solid blue t-shirt strained against their god-like builds.
"Man, I'm hungry. Worked up a sweat fucking your mother a few hours ago," said Bruce, patting his growling stomach and grinning at his son.
Stanley's parents were very open about sex, having decided they wanted their child to know it was a natural and healthy behavior for adults. Growing up, the young bull had often seen or heard the two of them going at it. On one occasion, for example, Stanley was playing video games on the floor of their living room when he heard his parents moan loudly behind him. Turning around, his father's pants were around his ankles and his mother was riding his old man's fat cock, precum and pussy juice running down the older bull's heavy balls and soaking their couch. This wasn't an unusual event in their house, so Stanley did was he always did: turn back around and increase the volume. Given that he also had the opportunity to watch or listen to his dad fuck some of the males he brought home from time to time, it wasn't difficult for him to admit to his parents that he was gay. In fact, it was only a couple of hours after coming out at the age of 15 that his father offered to give him a very intimate lesson on gay sex, a lesson that ended with his face buried in his mattress and his dad's cock buried in his ass. Stanley still remembered how incredible his father's hot cum had felt as it filled his bowels for the first time. After that, Bruce had alternated regularly between fucking his wife and fucking his son, a fact which made the following question pretty normal, at least for them.
"So how about you open these shorts and let me suck some cum out of these big balls of yours?" The older bull asked, openly groping his son's junk.
"Sure, dad." Stanley murred.
Oblivious to the other furs on the bus, Bruce kneeled between his son's thick thighs, opened the top button of Stanley's pants, and pulled the zipper down. Stanley's cock was already swelling in his jockstrap, the outline of the meaty length plainly visible to the older bull. Running a few fingers up and down the covered shaft, Bruce enjoyed the way his attentions made his son squirm, a spot of precum growing ever larger near the young bull's cockhead.
"So are you gonna' suck me off, or what?" Stanley grunted, reaching down and pulling his dick out of his underwear. He smiled as he pressed the tip against his dad's muzzle, a spurt of precum seeping into the fur on the bull's chin.
Bruce returned the smile and grabbed the top of his son's penis.
"Hell yeah."
The middle-aged bull ran his tongue up the shaft from base to tip, then took the head into his mouth. The way his dad's tongue teased his foreskin and piss slit made poor Stanley moan. Wrapping one hand around each of his dad's horns as the bull began to really suck his cock, the older bull took more and more dick into his maw. He swallowed when the tip reached the back of his mouth and drew his son's penis into his throat. Stanley cursed loudly, loving how his dad's esophagus massaged his cock. Needless to say, the groaning and slurping coming from the back of the bus had not gone unnoticed, though neither bull really cared. In any case, there were only four other furs on the bus, and three, including the driver, were apparently trying to ignore the two bulls. The fourth, a skinny little ferret, was masturbating openly.
Stanley pulled his t-shirt off and placed one of his dad's hands against his chest, inviting the bull to massage his defined pecs and abs as he continued to bob and suck on his son's rock hard dick. Bruce alternated between sucking on and deep throating Stanley's cock for about ten minutes, occasionally taking a break to lick the boy's musky balls.
"Oh, I'm getting close." Stanley said as Bruce took the young bull's penis back into his throat, burying his snout in his son's pubic fur and swallowing. The older bull held his son against the seat by his hips, preventing the kid from bucking into his throat, and started to suck even harder on the pulsing cock. Stanley, unable to thrust into his dad's gullet, whined impotently before bellowing in ecstasy. The young bull's orgasm hit him hard as his balls pulled up against his body, pumping pints of thick, rich cum up his cock and into his father's mouth. Bruce never stopped sucking, even as he gulped down mouthful after mouthful of semen. Once Stanley's load was just about finished, Bruce pulled the mottled cock out of his mouth and lapped up the dregs of his son's ejaculate.
"I do love sucking this dick," Bruce said as he stroked the softening cock.
"And I love it when you suck my dick. Was that enough cum for you?" Stanley asked, taking his penis and stuffing in back in his jockstrap.
"Yeah, I think I belly full of that thick spooge of yours should hold me over," the older bull replied.
Bruce let out a few small burps and sat back down beside his son, kissing him.
"Good to hear. Although..." Stanley paused and leaned over to whisper in his dad's ear, "if you happen to have some room left, I'm sure that ferret up there wouldn't mind helping you out."
"Really?" Bruce asked. The ferret had turned back around as the older bull had begun to get up off of his knees.
"I think so. He was jerking his dick when you were sucking mine."
"Hm. Then I guess I might have a bit more room in this belly of mine," Bruce said, rising to his feet.
Tearing his shirt open with a grunt, Bruce made his way down the aisle and towards the ferret. He stopped when he reached the row where the ferret was seated and turned to face him, one hand gripping a pole to prevent himself from going anywhere as the bus made its way ever closer to the theater.
"Hey there, little buddy," said Bruce, in an attempt to force the ferret to look at him.
"Uh, hi..." the much smaller fur responded, staring with wide eyes at the herculean bovine standing before him.
"Like what you see?" the bull asked, moving into a double-bicep flex. The movement opened the front of his shirt wider than it had been before, exposing more of his tremendous pecs and mountainous abdominals. The sleeves stretched taut around his thick biceps and triceps until they ripped wide open, exposing his arms to the gawking ferret in front of him.
"Yeah..." the ferret said, though he didn't know where to look. His eyes shifted randomly as he tried to take the entire scene in. Until, that is, they focused on the thick, throbbing cylinder which traveled from the bull's groin down his left pant leg before ending in a dark wet spot just above the knee.
"I see you've spotted my cock," the bull said, smiling. Bruce stroked his length and groaned, the wet spot growing suddenly larger as his dick pulsed, a thick glob of precum staining his pants. "I'm sorry to say you won't be able to play with it right now, but I'd be happy to play with yours."
"Oh...umm...okay."
"Great! Follow me, kid."
Getting up to follow the bull as he made his way to the back of the bus, the ferret couldn't help but stare at the bull's massive muscle butt as it moved under the older male's skin tight dress pants. Once the bull reached the back of the bus, he turned around and gestured towards the seat next to another bull, not quite as large as the older one, but still far bigger and more muscular than the ferret. He felt very small indeed as he moved between the two bulls and sat down. And no sooner had he sat down than Bruce was on his knees and between the ferret's legs.
"So, what's your name?" Bruce asked as he unzipped the ferret's pants.
"Malcolm," the ferret replied, gasping as the tremendous bull pulled his six inch cock out and wrapped his lips around it.
Malcolm moaned and looked around frantically as the bull between his legs began to bob and suck on his penis. Stanley reached out and took hold of the ferret's chin, guiding him into a kiss. Exploring the ferret's mouth with his thick tongue, Stanley loved the way the ferret shuddered as he and his dad played with him. Breaking the kiss, Stanley wrapped one of his hands around the back of Malcolm's head and pressed the ferret's muzzle against his thick, vascular bicep.
"Worship me."
Malcolm groaned into Stanley's arm as his cock was sucked. Placing one hand on either side of the bull's upper arm, the little ferret's paws weren't even close to touching. He ran his paws over the hard bovine muscles before leaning back in to lick and kiss the bull's shoulder, biceps, triceps, and forearm. Stanley alternated between flexing and relaxing his arm as the ferret explored his body, rumbling loudly as he grabbed the back of the ferret's head and shoved Malcolm's face into his stinking armpit. The stench of Stanley's musk and sweat was overwhelming. Malcolm was barely able to lick the bull's dense pit hair before it was all too much. The ferret murred loudly and came into Bruce's mouth. The older bull swallowed every last drop of Malcolm's load.
"That was good," Bruce said as he stroked the ferret's softening cock.
Malcolm couldn't think of anything to say in response, so he just sat there, breathing deeply with a slight smile on his face. Bruce got up off of his knees and leaned down, kissing the ferret before sitting down beside him and hauling him into his lap. Grinding the ferret against his hard cock, Bruce pulled the twinky little thing into another kiss, this time filling his mouth with tongue. The ferret returned Bruce's kiss, loving the way the bull's throbbing shaft felt as it shifted under his butt. Wrapping his arms around Bruce's thick neck, Malcolm pressed his chest into the muscular bull's huge pecs as the two made out. Stanley shifted into the seat next to his dad and reached for the thick cylinder which ran down the older bull's right pant leg. Bruce growled into the ferret's mouth as he felt his son stroke his cock, a fat spurt of precum oozing into his pants and running down his calf.
"Like that?" Stanley asked as he continued to jack his dad's dick.
"Yeah..." the big bull responded. "But I think you'd better stop for now. I want to empty my balls in your ass, not on the floor of this bus."
Stanley smiled at that, leaning over to join the ferret in making out with the older bull.
"Speaking of which," Bruce said, breaking the kiss with his son a few minutes later, "it looks like we're here."
The bus pulled up to the stop closest to the theater. Stanley grabbed his shirt and stood up, but left his pants open to reveal his stained, bulging jock to anyone who cared to look.
"We're headed to the Blackwell Theater, Malcolm. You're welcome to come with us, if you'd like." Bruce said to the ferret, grinding the kid against his hard cock.
"I...I'll come. I was just going out to a bar."
"To meet friends?"
"No, I wasn't meeting anyone."
"Good. I wouldn't want you to disappoint anyone, and I think you'll have more fun with us," Bruce replied, grunting as he stood and lifted the ferret into the air.
Almost cradling Malcolm in his arms, Bruce followed his son off of the bus and onto the street. It was a short walk to the theater, though there were enough pedestrians on the way for the two visibly hung bulls to attract their fair share of furtive glances. Upon reaching the theater, Stanley and Bruce made their way down the open staircase which connected the Blackwell to the street above and entered the first floor of the establishment. The first level featured a bar and dance floor, the latter occasionally serving as a performance area. It was just after 8pm, so, aside from the bartender, there were only a few patrons present. While the two bulls would've normally taken a few minutes to chat with their fellow employee, the current bartender seemed a bit distracted. The bunny tasked with making and serving drinks that night was bent over the bar, moaning uncontrollably as an absolutely ripped Great Dane fucked his ass. The dog was wearing a naval officer's cap, but his pants were around his ankles and his jacket was draped over the bar. Sweat glistened across his rectangular pecs and ran in rivulets between his abs.
"Hello, sir," Bruce said, addressing the drooling, snarling canine.
"Can I help you?" The dog responded, exhaling as he slowly sank a full ten inches of fat red cock back into the rabbit's ass.
"Not really, no. I'm just surprised to see a sailor fucking our bartender this evening."
"I'm on shore leave." A loud squelching, sucking noise filled the bar as the Great Dane pulled his dick out and then shoved it right back in.
"I see. Well, I'll let you get back to it, then."
"Will do," the canine replied, quickly returning to his former pace.
Bruce looked down and winked at the rabbit, as if to say, "Have fun." The bartender, his eyes half shut, tried to smile in response, but he could barely manage a smirk as his body shook with every hard thrust. As the two bulls and their new ferret friend made their way towards the staircase which led down to the second floor, they could hear the heavily muscled dog slamming his cock home again and again, the glasses and bottles covering the bar clinking as they were jostled. Shortly thereafter, a loud pop echoed down the corridor.
"Sounds like he just knotted our coworker," Bruce said, the Great Dane's howl filling the staircase a moment later.
"Yep, and now he's filling him with spooge," Stanley added.
"Is this place always like this?" Malcolm asked, still in Bruce's arms as they descended the stairs.
"Pretty much," said Bruce, smiling down at the ferret before kissing him.
The three walked through the empty theater and entered the backstage hallway, Stanley's jockstrap growing increasingly tight as he watched his dad make out with Malcolm. When they reached the door to the dressing room, Bruce stood out of the way, kissing the ferret while he waited for Stanley to get the door.
"Yeah! That's a good bitch! You like that big cock up your ass?"
Stepping into the dressing room, Stanley was greeted by the sight of a lithe pony riding Malek Ganem's fat black cock. Or, more accurately, he was greeted by the sight of Malek Ganem forcing a pony up and down on his dick like a moaning equine cock sleeve.
"Hi, Malek. Hi, Tim." Stanley said, giving a quick wave to the two before making his way over to one of the two chairs across from the couch.
"Hey, kid." Malek grunted, his shaft filling Tim's ass. "I don't think the pony here is going to be saying much at the moment. He's got a lot in him right now," the muscled lion said, running a hand over the bulge in Tim's gut. Stanley just smiled and nodded, his own cock leaking precum across his abs.
"Hey Malek, what are you doing here?" Bruce said as he entered the room.
"What? A lion can't fuck a pony in the privacy of a communal dressing room?" Tim gasped as Malek lifted him up until only the head of his schlong was still inside.
Bruce smirked and rolled his eyes. "You know I don't mind if you fuck Tim. Fuck him whenever and wherever you want. I just thought you performed yesterday."
"I did," Malek replied, purring as he pulled the whimpering equine back down into his lap. "And I've been fucking this cute little twink on and off since then. And speaking of fucking cute little twinks, who's this?" the lion asked, nodding once in the ferret's direction.
"This is Malcolm. We met just a short time ago. Malcolm, this is Malek Ganem," Bruce said. He gestured to the lion as the big feline continued to force Tim up and down on his cock.
The ferret thought he had recognized the lion, though it had been difficult to focus only on his face when his sculpted body and veiny penis were also on display. "You're the Malek Ganem?" Malcolm asked. "The porn star?"
"That's me, kid. You enjoy my movies?"
"...Yeah, I do," the ferret answered, finding it surprisingly easy to talk about the lion's work. "I guess you could say I'm a fan."
"Well then, why don't you go over there and have a chat with Mr. Ganem," Bruce said to the ferret as he sat him down. "I need to start getting ready for my show tonight."
Malek allowed Tim to sink back down into his lap before using a free hand to pat the couch next to him. "Come on over, Malcolm. I'm not going to stop fucking this pony's butt until I'm done, but I don't mind chatting while pounding some ass."
"Oh...okay..." Malcolm answered, tentatively moving to sit down. Once he was seated, he could take in just how big Malek really was. The lion absolutely dwarfed him, almost as much as the two bulls. He had to be a couple of heads taller than him, and probably 100 to 150 pounds heavier than him, too. If he hadn't been aroused before, Malcolm thought to himself as he inhaled Malek's thick musk, there was no avoiding it now. Trying to avoid drawing attention to the tent in his pants, Malcolm forced himself to avoid looking at it. Instead he scanned the room, looking at anything and everything aside from his junk, the naked porn star sitting next to him, or the quivering little pony impaled by that porn star's dick.
"What, are you too shy to talk to me all of a sudden?" Malek asked, reaching out and taking hold of the ferret's chin. "I thought we were going to have a conversation." The lion turned Malcolm's head and forced him to look into his eyes.
"We are. Sorry about that," the ferret answered quickly.
Malek chuckled. "It's okay, kid. I wasn't upset."
"Right...okay."
"So, what do you want to know?" the lion asked, turning back to the pony in his lap. Malek murred as he started to slowly thrust into the kid's ass.
"Um, okay... so, first of all, what exactly is this theater, and why do you work here?"
"The Blackwell Theater is a venue for erotic male dancing and live sex shows, and I work here because I love fucking for an audience."
"I can see that," Malcolm said, still watching the massive lion's shaft pump in and out of Tim's butt.
Malek smiled and slammed his cock home. Tim inhaled sharply, his smaller pony dick shooting a jet of precum across the dressing room floor. The lion growled and smashed his hips into Tim's a few more times before slowing his pace, though his fucking still came rougher and faster than it had before Malcolm's comment. For a few minutes the ferret just watched the hulking lion pound the pony's ass, a heavy flow of precum leaking from Tim's butt and running down Malek's cock.
"...So, I guess I'll ask another question."
"Ask away, kid. He's listening," Bruce chimed in from across the room.
"Yeah, but you might wanna' hurry up. I'm getting close. Fuck yes, Tim. Your ass is so fucking tight."
"Okay...um...what's the kinkiest thing you've ever done?"
"Done a lot of kinky shit, kid." Malek answered, growling and grinding against Tim's well-stretched ass. "But the first thing that comes to mind is when I fucked an entire family right in front of each other. Father, mother, both daughters, and their son. Mother gave birth to some cute little kittens nine months later."
"Holy shit, really?"
"Fuck yeah. Neighbors overheard so I fucked them, too." Malek answered, drooling as his thrusts grew harder. "The dad fuckin' loved it. Wouldn't stop asking me to fill him up with cum after that."
"Wow. So..."
"FUCK YES. FUCK YES. FUUUCK." Malek roared as he slammed his cock home. Fourteen inches of meat throbbed as the lion's tremendous balls pumped jet after jet of potent spunk into the equine's guts. The lion wrapped one arm around the pony's chest and pulled Tim back against himself. Closing his jaws around the pony's throat, he bit down just hard enough to show everyone that he owned this equine. Tim's orgasmic whinny was barely audible, his tail twitching wildly between his back and Malek's muscle gut as he came.
"Damn. Look at that," Bruce said.
Malcolm got up from the couch to get a better look and watched as the pony's belly swelled with cum. The ferret reached forward, pressing his hand into Tim's abdomen. Even through all of the warm ejaculate, he could feel the lion's cock still throbbing, still pumping fertile baby batter into the equine's intestines.
"So much cum," Malcolm said, once the lion's orgasm had finally ended.
"This?" Malek asked, breathing heavily. The lion lowered his arm and placed one hand over Malcolm's. Pressing inwards, he squeezed Tim's bloated gut. "This is nothing compared to last night. Man, after I pumped him full of whatever was left of that mouse, Tim here couldn't even walk. I had no other choice but to carry him to my car and take him home with me."
"Where you fucked the kid again, I'll bet," Bruce said.
"Please, you know me better than that. I didn't even last the whole way home. Had to pull over and bend him over the hood. Isn't that right, little guy?" Malek asked, pressing Malcolm's hand into the pony's belly.
"Yes," Tim answered, panting as he lay against the lion's chest.
"Poor little guy," Stanley said. "Does the manager know you've turned his assistant into your own personal cum dumpster?"
"Aw, you doesn't mind being my cum dumpster. Do you, Tim?" the lion asked, licking the side of the equine's neck.
"No," the pony said, moaning, "I love it."
"See? Tim here is a good little bitch. Now," Malek continued, lifting the pony up and off of his cock with a prolonged schloooorp, "where were we? Any more questions, kid?"
"Oh, yeah, I guess I might have a few. Umm...so...the dad in that family really didn't mind when you impregnated his wife?" Malcolm asked, watching as viscous lion cum drained from Tim's asshole before Malek set him down on the couch.
"Naw, he didn't mind one bit," Malek responded, jerking his hard cock. "Asked me to come back over and over again. I filled that subby little male with cum every single time. Eventually knocked his daughters up, too."
"Man, that's...hm...I don't know what to say to that." Malcolm responded, groping his cock through his pants.
"Sound of that turn you on, little guy?" the lion asked, grinning down at the visibly horny ferret.
"Uhh..."
"If not, I know what will," Malek said. Reaching over with his left hand, the lion grabbed the back of Malcolm's head and shoved the ferret's face into his stinking armpit. Malcolm murred as he inhaled the feline's musk, his hard cock staining his pants with precum. He ran one hand across the Malek's muscle gut and gripped his thick chest as he began to suck on the lion's dark brown pit fur.
"Mmm, good boy. You like the way that armpit tastes?" the lion growled.
"Mhmm," Malcolm whimpered, giving the lion's sweaty pit one long lick.
"That's right, lap up all that sweat."
Malcolm clung to the lion's biceps and pecs as he soaked the much larger male's armpit in saliva. He was drunk on the smell of Malek's musk and the taste of his sweat, and there was plenty of it. The lion removed his hand from the back of the ferret's head a few minutes later, but Malcolm didn't need to be held there to keep licking. Suddenly, however, he felt Malek's paw grip the back of his head again and pull him out of his armpit.
"I have something else for you to suck," the lion said. He grinned when he lifted the ferret from the couch and deposited him between his tree trunk thighs.
Malcolm's eyes widened as he looked up at the colossal pillar of black flesh pulsing in front of him, lines of precum bubbling from the lion's urethra and running down his shaft. Malek pushed his penis down until it was almost perpendicular to the ferret's face, and, wrapping his paw around the back of Malcolm's head, filled the ferret's mouth with cock. Malcolm's jaw stretched wide around the first six inches of lion dick, Malek's fat cockhead pressing ominously against the opening of his throat. The ferret gulped down a spurt of precum as he began to suck on Malek's meat. He bobbed on those first six inches, which tasted of musk and cum and pony ass.
"Um...not to interrupt," Tim said, looking down at his phone. The pony's legs wobbled as he stood, lion spooge still leaking from his asshole and running down his thighs. "But it's just about time for your show, guys. You should probably start heading up to the stage."
"Alright," Bruce said, his tongue leaving his son's mouth. The bull smiled and spanked Stanley's jockstrap-clad muscle butt as the younger bull got up. "I guess I'm ready to fuck this big ass."
"Good, because this ass is ready to get fucked," Stanley replied, smirking. "Shame we're going to miss the show back here, though."
"Yeah, sorry 'bout that," the lion said, adding another heavy paw to the back of Malcolm's head. Malek growled, drool dripping from his maw and across his flexed pecs as he shoved the ferret down and into his crotch. Malcolm gagged as porn star dick filled his esophagus, his throat expanding with every inch of cock forced into it. Precum and saliva sputtered from the ferret's mouth, soaking the lion's dense brown pubes. "This feels so fucking good," Malek groaned, the last of his throbbing meat sliding into the ferret's mouth.
"Don't break the little guy," Bruce said as he left the room.
"No promises," the lion grunted back, Malcolm's body convulsing as he was held down in Malek's groin.
Stanley paused in the doorway. He watched the lion pull Malcolm's head up until only the tip of his dick was still in the kid's mouth before slowly forcing the gurgling ferret back down, hilting himself once again. The bull licked his lips and squeezed his own erect schlong through his jockstrap. Then, after giving himself a few more moments to watch the ferret's domination, Stanley turned and followed his dad down the hallway. His dad's mountainous back and firm bubble butt, left exposed by the older bull's harness and assless chaps, may not have been quite as dynamic as watching a lion force a ferret to deep throat his cock, but it was still enough to keep Stanley erect. Trotting until he caught up with Bruce, Stanley groped his dad's ass, teasing his old man's asshole with a single finger.
"Mm, that feels nice," Bruce said, leaning down and kissing Stanley. "Too bad it's your hole that's getting stretched tonight."
"Yeah, I guess I'll just have to fuck your tight butt later."
Bruce groaned as he felt his son's slick finger slide through his sphincter and into his rectum. The two made their way up and onto the stage, where they waited for their show to begin. The audience cheered as the curtain parted, revealing two massively muscled bulls as they hungrily explored each other's bodies, kissing and licking each other's arms, pecs, and abs. Stanley and Bruce parted only once the curtain was fully drawn. They made their way to opposite ends of the stage, both flexing their incredibly well-developed physiques as they approached the audience. Reaching the edge of the stage, they teased the theater's patrons, flexing their muscles and groping their erect cocks. Bruce eventually returned to the center of the stage and sat down on the single weightlifting bench placed there. Unclipping the front of his assless chaps, he slowly pulled his turgid shaft out, stroking himself as he watched his son jump down into the audience.
Stanley moved into a double bicep flex as he was worshipped. Members of the audience ran their hands and tongues over every inch of his body, kissing his abs, pecs, back, legs, and even his lips from time to time. A cougar, who looked to be in his mid-thirties, was bold enough to drag Stanley's jockstrap down and take the bull's mottled cock into his mouth, while another unseen fur pushed his snout between Stanley's glutes and buried his tongue in the bull's asshole. The young bull groaned as the feline kneeling in front of him sucked his dick, bobbing up and down on the first eight inches of Stanley's cock. He could feel the cat swallowing precum as it continuously filled his mouth. While other members of the audience explored various parts of the bull's herculean body, this cougar was totally enraptured with Stanley's penis. Sucking, licking, and stroking every inch of it.
"Alright, why not?" Stanley thought to himself.
Wrapping both hands around the back of the cougar's head, the muscled young bull forced his dick into the feline's throat. The crowd cheered, watching as inch after inch of bovine cock filled the cougar's esophagus. When Stanley's heavy black balls pressed against the cougar's distended throat a few moments later, it was clear that all sixteen inches of bull cock were buried inside of the feline. Pulling out until only six inches remained inside the big cat's maw, Stanley began to fuck the cougar's face. Drool and precum dripped down the feline's chin and onto his shirt as dick slid in and out of his throat, the young bovine's abs rippling with every thrust. After about five minutes, Stanley felt himself getting close. Bellowing as he hilted himself, Stanley's balls throbbed against his groin, draining their rich contents into the cougar's stomach. As he waited blissfully for his orgasm to come to an end, he noticed the cougar's own ejaculate splattering against his calves. Pulling his schlong out of the feline's throat, he wiped his cock on the cougar's face before crouching down and kissing him. Amid the applause of an appreciative audience, Stanley lifted himself back up onto the stage and made his way over to his very aroused father.
Backstage
Malcolm was bent over the side of the couch with a very large lion standing behind him. The little ferret whimpered as the tip of Malek's cock pressed against his asshole.
"Ready for this?" the lion asked, his muscled torso rising and falling with every breath.
"I...I think so..."
"Are you sure?" Malek responded, spanking the ferret's ass.
"Yes, I'm sure!"
The lion pushed forward, growling loudly. After some very brief resistance, Malcolm's sphincter gave way and lion cock sank into his ass. This was far more dick than the ferret had ever taken before, a fact reinforced by the poor twink's strained breathing. Malek smirked at the kid's reaction. The way he gasped profanities, the way he dug his fingers into the couch cushions, and the way his legs and tail twitched with every inch of cock added to his rectum.
"Fuck yes," Malek said, his hips pressing against Malcolm's ass. "You like having this dick in your butt?"
"Ohhh, it's so much cock!" Malcolm gasped.
"That it is," the lion responded, watching as inch after inch of his penis slid out of the ferret's shaking ass. "That it is," he continued, shoving it back in.
Malek's first thrusts were slow and controlled. He wanted to dominate the little guy, but he also wanted the kid to enjoy being dominated. As the ferret grew more and more used to having over a foot of ebony cock sliding in and out of his bowels, the lion's pace increased. Eventually he was fucking the kid's brains out, snarling loudly as his balls smacked against the back of the ferret's thighs. With almost fourteen inches of cock moving in and out of his ass with every thrust, there was nothing the ferret could do but moan, his own penis leaking onto the couch as his eyes rolled back. After about ten minutes of fucking, Malek pulled out. Viscous precum seeped from Malcolm's asshole as the lion re-positioned him, flipping him over and onto his back. Getting back into position, Malek hilted himself, purring as he watched Malcolm's belly bulge around his shaft. The lion leaned down over Malcolm and kissed the kid. Breaking the kiss after a few slow thrusts, the massive lion lifted the ferret into a standing position and, looking into his eyes, pulled almost all of the way out before shoving himself back into Malcolm's tight little ass.
"It's so big," Malcolm groaned, his penis throbbing between his own bloated abdomen and Malek's muscle gut.
Malek just grunted. Drool dripped from his open mouth and fell onto his chest. In this position the lion's thrusts were slower than they had been with Malcolm bent over the couch, but they were no less deep and filling. Malcolm could hardly think at this point. He gripped Malek's thick lats, head back and moaning as he was fucked. Suddenly Malek let out a muted snarl, and Malcolm felt the lion's cock pulse, pumping the first of many jets of hot cum into his bowels. The ferret's belly swelled as more and more semen filled him. Malcolm's dick was squeezed between Malek's muscle gut and his own bloated abdomen. He whimpered as he came, his cum soaking their fur. Wrapping one paw around the back of the Malcolm's head, Malek pulled the ferret into another kiss. The two explored each other's maws as Malek sat back down on the dressing room couch, his hard cock still throbbing inside the ferret.
On Stage
Bruce groaned as he felt his penis slide down his son's throat.
"Good boy," the older bull said, looking into Stanley's eyes as the kid's muzzle slid into his sweaty pubes. "Worship daddy's cock."
Bruce leaned back until his head and torso lay flat on the bench, perpendicular to their audience. The bull's massive body heaved with every breath as Stanley sucked his dick. The younger bull really was worshipping his dad's dick. He sucked and stroked the gargantuan length, playing with his ample foreskin and lapping up every bit of precum he could find. In those rare moments when his lips weren't wrapped around the throbbing meat in front of him, he was licking his old man's massive black balls. He knew that he owed his life to his dad's cock and balls, so when the opportunity to give the big bull a blowjob arose, he liked to show his appreciation. Deep throating the heavy bull cock a few more times, Stanley pulled off and swallowed whatever spit and precum remained in his mouth. He rubbed his dad's dick across his face, smearing himself in pre, before straddling his waist. Positioning the tip of Bruce's leaking schlong against his asshole, Stanley smiled at his dad before pushing himself down onto the older bull's broad cockhead. Bruce moaned as he felt the first few inches of his cock spread his son's sphincter and slip inside. Wrapping his hands around his son's waist, he looked into Stanley's eyes and pulled him down, slowly forcing more and more of his dick into the kid's ass. Bruce always loved having Stanley ride him like this. Not only was it fucking hot to watch the younger bull's ass engulf his dick, but this position allowed Bruce to really take in his son's sculpted torso. The boy's abs rolled beautifully as he rode his dad's dick.
Stanley's hard cock smacked against Bruce's body with every bounce, splattering and spurting precum across his dad's gut. Occasionally a jet of pre would streak across the older bull's face, which Bruce would push into his mouth, swallowing as his own shaft pumped vast quantities of precum into his son's bowels. After letting his son ride him for a while, Bruce hilted himself in the boy's ass and then rolled Stanley onto his back. Now in the missionary position, the older bull gave Stanley's ass a few hard thrusts before pulling out.
"Get up for a second," Bruce said as he stepped back from the bench.
Stanley stumbled to his feet with a groan. Bruce then grabbed the bench and turned it to face the audience.
"Assume the position, son," the older bull said with a smile, gesturing to the bench.
Stanley just rolled his eyes before climbing back onto the workout bench. Ass up and face down, Stanley now looked out directly into the audience. Of course, his eyes closed a moment later when he felt his dad's tongue push through his asshole. The younger bull moaned as Bruce rimmed him. The bull's lips and thick tongue explored as much of Stanley's ass as they could, kissing his firm cheeks, licking his hole, and plunging deep into his rectum. Bruce spanked his son as he sucked a mouthful of precum from the bull's ass. Keeping the precum in his mouth, the older bull got up and made his way to the edge of the stage. He hopped down and made his way over to a rather young fox he'd never seen in the audience before. The bull took hold of the wide-eyed fox's chin and opened his mouth. Leaning over, he allowed the precum he had felched from his son's guts to drool into the fox's maw.
"Swallow," Bruce said, closing the fox's mouth and holding it shut until he gulped it down. "Good." The bull kissed the twink as a reward, tasting his own precum and Stanley's ass on the fox's tongue as he filled the kid's mouth.
Bruce sauntered back to the stage, ass and back muscles flexing with every step. He kissed Stanley briefly before moving into a standing position behind the prostrate bull. Slapping his heavy cock against the boy's ass a few times, Bruce looked out into the audience and gave a thumbs up to the beefy Rottweiler who was now face-fucking his new fox friend.
"Ready, Stanley?" Bruce asked, pressing his cockhead against his son's asshole.
"Always," the younger bull grunted as his dad shoved his cock back in, not even waiting for Stanley's response.
Sixteen inches of thick schlong slid into the bull's ass without interruption. "Mmm, yeah," Bruce said, hilting himself.
"Oh, fuck yes, daddy," Stanley moaned.
"Yeah, you like daddy's dick?" the older bull asked, pulling out until only the head remained inside.
"Oh, yesss, I love your cock, daddy," the bull bottom mewled, drooling as his dad's cock filled him again.
"You want me to fuck you?"
"Yes, please fuck me, daddy. Fuck the shit out of me!"
Bruce's only response was a growl loud enough to fill the theater as he complied with his son's request. The bull's hips were almost a blur as he railed Stanley's ass. In spite of the fact that he was facing them, Stanley lost track of the audience. His eyes had rolled back and his jaw was slack, drool pouring out of his mouth alongside shallow grunts, whimpers, and the occasional, "yesss, ohhh yes, daddy!" His rock hard dick throbbed, leaking a continuous stream of precum out onto the bench and the stage beneath it. After about ten minutes of rough fucking, the young bull's arms failed. His broad chest smacked against the bench, a mixture of his and his father's precum splattering everywhere. Bruce didn't stop, though. Bruce was the alpha tonight, and as far as he was concerned, the smaller bull whose ass was wrapped around his cock was a bitch in need of breeding. The older bull bellowed when he came, his balls pumping over a gallon of thick, creamy spooge into his son's ass. Stanley groaned. He felt his dad's cum filling his intestines and his own cock began to pulse. He painted himself and the bench supporting him with semen. In the wake of their orgasms, the two relaxed for a few minutes, their labored breathing slowly settling to the sound of both cheers and orgasms from the audience. Including the Rottweiler, who was busy pumping his load down the fox's throat.
Pulling out, Bruce guided his exhausted son into a kneeling position behind the bench, facing him. The bull's tremendous pecs rose and fell with every deep but contented breath.
"Open wide" Bruce ordered, smacking his wet cock across Stanley's face.
Stanley opened his mouth and closed his eyes.
"Ahhhhhh." The buff bull dad sighed as he let loose a stream of hot piss directly into his son's mouth. Stanley gulped down mouthful after mouthful of piss, pausing only when his dad redirected the heavy stream down across his torso and then up across his face. Wrapping his lips around Bruce's slowly softening length, Stanley drank the last of his dad's piss directly from the tap.
"How was that?" Bruce asked, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"Good...but I don't know if I can walk back to the dressing room..." Stanley responded. His legs shook as he stood.
"Well then I'll just have to carry you," Bruce said, kissing his son before bending down and lifting him over his shoulder.
Bruce gave the audience one more flex with his free arm and then turned to leave the stage. Stanley waved to the audience as he was carried, piss dripping from his chin while cum leaked from his ass. "I can't imagine you're thirsty after that," Bruce said.
"No, definitely not. But I am a little hungry."
"I think we're going to have to fix that, then."
Backstage
Kneeling between Malek's thighs, Malcolm stroked the lion's erect cock with both hands.
"How many of my scenes have you watched? Any of the vore?" Malek asked.
"Yes, I've seen a few of your vore movies," Malcolm responded, his eyes on the lion's piss slit as precum bubbled from the opening.
"Did you like it?"
"...Yeah, I did. I thought it was hot."
"Heh, good. Did you ever fantasize about being the one getting eaten? Do you want that now?" Malek continued.
"I..."
"Don't be shy. Nothing wrong with wanting to fill a predator's balls."
Malcolm could feel Malek's cock swelling in his hands, the distance between them growing with every pulse. Before long he felt the lion's cockhead press against him. A heavy spurt of precum soaked the ferret's chin as Malek's urethra opened.
"Yes, I want it."
"Good," the leonine muscle god said, moaning as he pressed the ferret's head down and into his dick. Malek's cock continued to grow rapidly, sucking the rest of Malcolm's head and neck into itself. The ferret didn't struggle, his own penis hardening as musk pervaded his lungs. Not that it would have mattered if he had, especially when Malek's schlong swallowed his shoulders. With a lurch, the lion's now gigantic cock spurted precum out around the ferret's torso, easing the much smaller male's passage into the pulsing organ. Inch by inch, Malcolm's chest and belly vanished inside of Malek's engorged penis. Once the edge of the lion's urethra neared Malcolm's groin, the drooling feline reached down and held the ferret's dick up against his belly. He held it there until the little male's cockhead slipped inside, the twink's entire phallus eventually joining the rest of his upper body inside the lion's penis.
Malek closed his eyes and leaned back against the couch. Placing his hands behind his head, the lion smiled at the sound of the ferret's moans emanating from within his cock. Once Malek's dick had sucked down most of the ferret's thighs, Malcolm came. His toes curled and his body shook, squirming wildly as he ejaculated inside of the moaning feline's shaft. Malek's moans turned to growls, however, when he reached down and took hold of Malcolm's ankles. Muscles flexed and veins popped as the lion shoved the rest of the ferret into his cock. It didn't take long, and after only a few moments of exertion, Malek was able to relax again. He purred to himself and spread his thickly muscled legs, his scrotum bloating massively around Malcolm's wriggling form. A loud gurgling sound filled the room almost immediately after Malcolm's feet slipped into the lion's sac, signaling the start of the ferret's rapid liquefaction. When the door opened a few minutes later, there was nothing left in Malek's balls but fresh cum.
Epilogue:
Bruce and Stanley sat down in the back seat of Malek's car, the lion having offered to give the two a ride home.
"Still hungry?" Bruce asked.
"Not really, no. I think we've got that covered," Stanley replied, belching as he patted his stomach, swollen as it was with upwards of two gallons of lion spooge.
"Anytime, kid. Anytime." Malek said, starting the engine.