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Desmond couldn't believe the turnout. He had proof-read the ad several times. It consisted of a flattering ass picture snapped months prior at a party, accompanied by the legend Fuck the shit out of ME before I get married! It would be an a la carte gangbang where one or two lucky customers at a time paid for the use of his body as they saw fit. For a foxcoon twink like Desmond about to enter holy matrimony with the woman of his dreams, it seemed like an apt last hurrah for him to get his ass spectacularly wrecked just one last time.

He had helped set up the menu and the prices. Anal sex? $200 plus an extra fifty if the lucky guy wanted to take a leak in his ass. $80 to eat his ass, $120 to switch it around, and $500 across two lucky fellows would get them in both ends at once. With those prices, Desmond expected few to show up at all, yet he counted at least a dozen horny fucks in the other room. Some were bullshitting, some fluffing, one worrisomely practicing his snaps with a belt.

"How the fuck are there so many of them?" Desmond moaned. He distinctly felt like he had bitten off far more than he could chew.

"I dunno," his best friend smiled, a hyena by the name of Calvin and a cousin of the bride. "Maybe you're just that hot!" In actuality, it was because he had trimmed the trailing zeroes off of all the prices before he posted the ad. He felt no shame at all selling his soon-to-be married friend's body for as little as eight dollars.

Twenty minutes passed, Calvin looking at his watch while more participants filed in. Those who were already there were clearly becoming antsy and it was already quarter to midnight. The hyena decided to call it early. He stepped out into the packed foyer and clapped twice smartly for everybody's attention.

"All right, boys," he called. His eyes fell on the one woman, "And girl! Who's ready for some tight bachelor boycunt?"

It was no surprise to Calvin that everybody was ready. The menu presented on an easel nearby featured each item in bold lettering. The original prices were crossed through in favor of Calvin's bargain-basement offers.

With surprisingly little infighting but an abundance of erections around the room, a slim and trim bunny with extraordinarily bright pink and white fur stepped right up. He and Calvin exchanged impish smiles and the bunny introduced himself as Marble. "I don't think anybody would mind if I went first. All I'm after," he smiled, "is a little warm-up."

"If there are no complaints?" Calvin said around Marble whom stepped aside. Nobody was arguing. "This way, then, everyone. Prices are posted in the bedroom too, please have your cash ready, no credit, debit, or personal checks accepted!"

Desmond was seated nude on a wide bed. All of the furniture had been vacated to the adjoining room and a number of folding chairs with pillows on them provided makeshift stadium seating. The foxcoon watched the large roster enter with a relatively straight poker face but he was glaring daggers at Calvin, whom couldn't wipe the grin off of his face.

Marble grinned as wide as the hyena - a considerable feat - when he saw the prize in the flesh. Desmond was a pretty boy with long blonde hair, raccoon markings, and perhaps most importantly, a round and thick ass. The bunny dug into his hip pocket and produced for Calvin a pair of ten dollar bills. "Rimming, giving and receiving, please," he winked, and with that he began disrobing.

"Are those hundreds?" Desmond muttered.

"Tens," Calvin smiled as he pocketed the money.

Marble joined Desmond on the bed, his proportions and height just as twinkish, his behind not as pronounced yet still a fine sight. He kissed Desmond's red, angry cheek and this somehow dispelled most of the indignity Desmond was feeling.

"Mmm, how do you wanna do this, sweetie?" Desmond whispered to Marble.

The bunny considered before smiling wide with pursed lips. He shifted around on Desmond into that classic 69 position, but rather than the foxcoon's cock which was uncut like his own, Marble went lower. Both boys were enviably flexible and when Desmond braced his feet and lifted his lips, Marble easily got his short snout down under Desmond's balls.

It was a much easier job for Desmond whom had Marble's fine, cotton-tailed butt right against his muzzle. Up between those ass cheeks his nose went and he luridly slobbered and smooched the bunny's asshole with a dirty growl.

Marble giddily returned the rimming with his smaller yet earnest tongue. He could feel Desmond's cock stiffening against his chest and vice-versa but he was well-behaved enough not to seek an outlet for that: He paid for and wanted only a mutual rimming. The tonguing he got from Desmond was as slobbery as the one he was giving and he savored the sweet way Desmond stroked down his slim body and groped his taut ass cheeks. Marble groped back on Desmond's thicker ass, loving the plushness of those ass cheeks. It made him reconsider his notions of getting just a little warmup, but not enough to loosen his wallet for more.

While Marble smooched and slathered Desmond's tight, pink pucker and received exactly the same if not more wetly, Calvin perused the crowd. "All right, all right, let's see... Who here wants a handjob?" Immediately Calvin saw a paw belonging to the tall kangaroo in the crowd. "Good! Anybody else want one? He's got two soft, quick paws, he can handle two at a time," Calving grinned Another paw came up finally, this one belonging to the vibrant sergal in the crowd. Calvin called them near. They paid their dues and shed their clothing.

Knowing more boys were lining up, Marble wiggled his ass back more tightly against Desmond's snout to instill some urgency in the foxcoon. It came as a delightful surprise to Marble that Desmond wedged his tongue inside for a quick yet much-appreciated swab of his anal walls. Though Marble didn't reciprocate, he kissed and suckled Desmond's entrance for a similarly lewd effect.

Marble's half of the mutual ass-eating ended first, the bunny straightening out and sighing in contentment. He pulled away slowly from Desmond, leaving the foxcoon flustered, blushing and excruciatingly hard.

"Aw, we're done already?" Desmond huffed.

"The bunny is," the kangaroo smiled as he knelt on the bed. His long, tapering, and curiously prehensile shaft drooled a runner of pre onto the bed and it was clear from Desmond's expression that he had never encountered a marsupial penis. "It doesn't bite. Now let's feel a nice paw on that, huh?" he grinned. Besides his unusual endowment, he was a tall, handsome, and athletic boomer, Silver in name but a foxy red-orange in coloration.

Kneeling opposite the kangaroo was Aleksai the sergal. Almost as tall as the boomer, dressed down in purple, white, and black fur, sporting heterochromic eyes and a throbbing, blunt-tipped teal cock, he was a beautiful and exotic creature. He grinned down at Desmond and he said in a lewd little growl, "What he said. Let's feel those paws."

Desmond took to both shafts simultaneously. His eyes were on Silver's unusual cock and the manner in which it moved and throbbed presented a learning experience for the twink. Aleksai's was an easier cock to wrangle for obvious reasons and the pumps it received were more confident and firm in sharp contrast to the exploratory stroking Desmond gave to Silver's.

Both males moaned quietly for Desmond. Silver stroked through his hair and admired his prettyboy good looks while Aleksai palmed the foxcoon's thigh and grinned as other uses for the boy stewed in his dirty mind.

"You can go faster, you're not going to break it," Silver reassuringly cooed. Perhaps to demonstrate, he bucked into Desmond's paw.

"It's just, um, unusual," the foxcoon chuckled. He glanced over at Aleksai's cock and he licked his lips at the sight of it. "You're both so damn handsome, heh. You guys are sure you don't want more?"

"I do," Aleksai said emphatically. "But for now, do what I paid for, fox."

Silver was gentler but still coy. "I have simple tastes and you have very nice paws." He said with a wink, "I'm happy with what I'm getting."

Free of words aside from murmurs in the rapt audience, Desmond jerked his two studs at a quick pace. With so much pre being smeared around, his delicate pads and softer fur glided easily along the disparate penises. Desmond had taken quite a liking to the unusual properties of Silver's meat and when the boomer began to huff and buck again, Desmond bore down.

"Lie down on the bed, either side of me," Desmond urged as he sat up and twisted around on his knees. Aleksai and Silver both took their places on the bed, Desmond separating them, their heads on the pillows. As he retook their throbbing cocks, Desmond sheepishly said, "My arms were cramping. This is much better."

"However you want to do it is fine," Aleksai huffed. Despite his outward coolness, he was beginning to buck involuntarily and the pre squirting from his cock was escaping Desmond's paw and shooting onto his chest.

"Mmh, god," Silver huffed, curling his paws into fists around the top sheet "I'm not being patronizing at all when I say you're very good with those paws."

"Thanks," Desmond chuckled. "Hmm, which one of these handsome boys is gonna squirt first?"

With almost perfect timing, the answer was Silver. He grimaced and arched his back as his marsupial cock twitched in Desmond's pawing grasp. The first rope of his cum was a small one, as if a tracer before the real ordnance Coming a second later was another, much denser rope and it landed silently yet messily in Silver's chest fur. Another rope led to another. Another still jetted from that writhing, slippery cock and all of that kangaroo spunk made a very sticky mess across the boomer's belly, chest and neck. By the time his afterglow had settled in and Desmond unhanded his shaft to fondle the tender balls just above it, Silver was panting in exhaustion.

"Jeez, what a load," Desmond grinned. He paused his jerking on Aleksai's cock to lick his fingers clean, and then he used the same paw he'd been using on Silver to finish off the sergal. Peering into Aleksai's mismatched eyes left Desmond shivering at the lewd intensity in them. His paw moved so fast that its strokes blurred. Aleksai's dangerous teeth showed as he panted and hissed. His purple-tufted tail swayed and lashed off the bed but most importantly, his cock throbbed in what could only be the first twinges of his orgasm.

Aleksai grit his teeth into a gnash and he clenched his eyes shut. Through his teeth, he brayed in pleasure and he began to shoot for Desmond. Unlike Silver, his climax was a heavy blast from the start. It shot sticky cum up onto his toned chest and the semen fanned out into a wild mess. Three hard, dense ropes were all he had in him for the moment, but those ropes were magnificent and the dribble afterward left Desmond's paw sticky.

As the twink licked his fingers clean and admired the panting, groaning males on his bed, he murmured, "Who's next?"

With an air of authority, one of the two drakes in the party stood up. This tall black dragon with his gray belly and red wings and accents said with a grin, "I am." To Calvin he paid the sum of twelve dollars and he promptly shed his clothing to unveil a toned, hard body with a puffy genital slit down below. Silver and Aleksai tiredly vacated the bed so the burly dragon could lie back upon it. Desmond stared at his great size with splayed-down ears.

"Holy shit. Um, what can I do for you?" the twink said.

Deihnyx was this dragon's name and as he settled on his back he lifted and splayed his legs. Strong clawed hands reached around his thighs and his clawtips framed his blushing asshole. "Eat me, boy."

Desmond was nothing if not an ass-hungry fox. He dove into Deihnyx's hindquarters with a lewd huff and he at once began to slobber the dragon's pucker. What took him aback was the heady musk which emanated from the ring but he found the smell palatable and arousing. Making full use of his long, slutty tongue, Desmond rimmed Deihnyx thoroughly and he gave the drake the anal worship which a creature of his size deserved.

As he was rimmed like so, Deihnyx's penis emerged from its slit. It was a strong, knotted, purple member and a drool of pre ran down its exotic length. Desmond blushed at the sight of it, especially at such a low angle from the dragon's asshole. The forced perspective gave Deihnyx's shaft a monolithic appearance. Desmond's paws did caress Deihnyx's thighs but they stayed away from that fat cock. His tongue teased the soft hide of Deihnyx's taint as well as the pucker, but he never strayed far enough that he licked the drake's penis.

A long and low rumbling of pleasure resonated in Deihnyx's chest. His hands strayed away from his own hind end to grasp Desmond's head. Though it was a stout grip he imposed, his claws didn't poke too harshly into the boy's scalp. What he did with this strong grip, however, was pull Desmond in and grind that tender nose against his asshole. He could feel the foxcoon resisting and squirming just as he could feel his own asshole clenching against the twink's cool nose. The dense dragon musk which flooded Desmond's sinuses was potent enough that Desmond felt light-headed. Against the dragon's ass, he moaned like a needful slut.

Deihnyx chuckled darkly. That he was sharing Desmond with a whole crowd mattered not: He owned the boy, as far as he was concerned. "Do you want me to fuck you, fox?" he hissed.

With his nose in Deihnyx's asshole, the only possible reply Desmond could make was a baleful moan. It sounded like enough of a yes to Deihnyx. He unhanded the boy's head and was very pleased that Desmond remained against his ass. "Enough! Present yourself!"

Desmond did exactly as Deihnyx commanded. Up on his all-fours and with his tail held high, he whined to Deihnyx, "Make it hard and fast!"

"Over-eager slut," Deihnyx grinned with a teasing pinch on Desmond's ass. "Somebody else fuck him! I want him last, when that asshole's gaped and sore."

Calvin scanned the crowd for hands and he picked one at random. "All right, you look like a strapping fellow," he grinned. "You're up for the ass? Twenty big ones."

Tyr stood up from his chair and stretched until his spine popped. He was a tall and athletic brown and tan wolf bearing exotic blue markings not unlike tribal tattoos. He had already begun slipping off his shirt as he neared Calvin and he plucked a twenty out of his hip pocket just before he dropped his camo shorts. Then wearing only his glasses and a grin, Tyr pushed the wrinkled bill into Calvin's outstretched paw. "Your money, good sir," he chuckled just before he turned his blue eyes on Desmond.

As he knelt on the bed and padded closer still, Tyr allowed Desmond exactly three seconds to stare at his fat and knotted cock before he growled, "Turn around, get on your belly and hold those pretty ass cheeks apart."

"Yes sir," Desmond grinned to the well-hung wolf. Immediately he whipped around and flopped onto his belly. He reached back and parted his round ass cheeks. Between them and still glistening with Marble's saliva was his pink pucker. Tyr wasted no time before he hawked and spat his own thick wad of drool onto it, and he immediately ground the makeshift lube in with the pointed tip of his cock. A short moment later and he started to work it in, penetrating Desmond's snug pucker to which the boy squealed in pleasure and curled his toes.

A big, dirty grin spread across Tyr's muzzle when he sank it in. Inch after inch of throbbing wolf dick spread open Desmond's asshole. One of his stout paws rested on the bed for support. With the other he petted Desmond's flank and helped to offset the rather callous way he started to fuck the twink.

For as quickly as Tyr got to the main thrust, the foxcoon didn't seem any worse for wear; and if Tyr had to be honest with himself, Desmond's asshole felt like it was pre-lubed. Considering the circumstances, it didn't seem all that unusual yet it made him crack a smile. Down into one of those splayed purple ears, he growled just for Desmond, "Are you pre-lubricated for our convenience? Seems like you ought to be paying us."

"Fuck you," Desmond grunted. "Just keep it up and don't be shy with the fucking knot!"

"Oh, bossy," Tyr laughed, and he slapped his hips down on Desmond's plush butt harder and harder to nail his knot down. He could feel the supple pink ring of Desmond's pucker writhing against his knot, denying its entry despite Desmond's eager bucking. Getting his knot buried in a tight asshole was Tyr's struggle every time he got laid and of course he enjoyed the challenge of it. He bore down on the foxcoon with most of his weight and he growled into those ears through a dirty grin.

"Ooh god, fuck," Desmond whined through his teeth. His eyes clenched shut as tightly as his toes curled and he appeared to be a most submissive and pliant fuckthing, but he kept bucking back against Tyr, simultaneously frotting into the bed. "Knot me, babe, fucking knot me...!"

Rather than offer Desmond a platitude, Tyr shifted his position for more leverage. He kept a knee down but shifted around to put the other foot on the bed and this position gave him the stronger, quicker strokes he needed to work his knot in. His teeth showed in a lustful grin and his tail lashed above his taut ass while he slapped his cock home again and again in the fox slut.

While Tyr visibly grew close to tying the knot, Calvin asked the crowd again if anybody might like sloppy seconds after Tyr. The hyena saw two paws and he picked the larger of the two, a great red mitt belonging to a great muscular beast.

Desmond was too preoccupied to stare in awe at the size of the next participant. He was gripping the sheets and yelping for Tyr. With each cry he begged for the knot and with every buck Tyr tried to pop it in. By then the wolf's grin had vanished into a grimace and his tail had draped low over his ass. His heavy balls had drawn up taut to his groin and his bucks had taken on a short, efficient stroke.

The transaction Calvin had with the latest stud was stalled. Everybody was watching Tyr as he brutally pounded Desmond and the gasps and squeaks Desmond made were as compelling as the sight itself. Tyr snarled in a bestial manner as he plowed his knot against Desmond over and over again and when he finally popped the dense bulb past the twink's asshole, he didn't stop. He yanked it right back out and Desmond screamed into the bed.

Knotfucking Desmond left Tyr grinning again, but his aggressive use of the twink didn't taper off. It became even more grisly when he bit on one of those ears and tugged it, though he didn't pierce it. "God, you're tight," Tyr grunted around the cartilage. "And I'm gonna cum now, fuck...!"

A moment later, Tyr rammed his knot into the well-loosened depths of Desmond's ass one more time. Though he still ground insistently and pushed the bulk against Desmond's anal walls, the flesh could sink no further. In a few heavy, fast, and very thick spurts, Tyr shot his wad into the boy and groaned in pleasure at the feeling. With Desmond's asshole so gaped by the repeated knotting, Tyr's cock didn't do a very effective job of plugging it. Hot wolf spunk ran down Desmond's taint and balls, and Tyr's balls too, but all that mattered to the flushed wolf was how well he'd buried his bone. He plucked it out of Desmond - which earned no reaction from the twink - and he scooted off the bed and onto his feet. "That's what I've been needing," he sighed.

With as much as Tyr grinned and played around, it took quite a sight to straighten his lips and widen his eyes. Zee, the next paying customer, accomplished that when he padded up to take the wolf's place. Desmond rolled over on his sore behind and he got a very good look at the next stud too. "Jesus," he blurted.

"Not even close," Zee grinned. He was colossal, dressed down in a simmering red coat of fur with accents and the hair on his head all in black. His teeth were enormous, and curled around his erect ears were burgundy horns of a ram. Whatever DNA had spawned him was definitely a grab bag, but it all worked nicely on such a studly dog-beast.

Desmond's blasphemy had been aimed mostly at Zee's penis. It was exactly as dense and as black as someone would expect seeing him clothed, something Zee wasn't except for a spiked collar and a few black pearl bracelets and anklets. "What do you think, little boy?"

Zee's cockflesh was somewhere past a foot long and proportionally thick. There was a frightful knot at the base and a series of barbells up through the base of the flesh. Its pointed tip drizzled musky pre wherever it hung. "Oh, sweet Jesus," Desmond said in another blurt. "Too big, not gonna fit, you're disqualified," he tightly said.

"Nuh-uh, c'mere," Zee said with his widest grin yet. "I paid my dues!" He pounced onto the bed and pinned Desmond under his muscular weight, and he negotiated his fat, throbbing slab of meat to the twink's asshole with a lurid growl. Desmond was suspiciously placid as the dog-beast lined up for the entry. With his pointed tip notched in the asshole Tyr had so graciously started to gape, Zee gripped Desmond's ankles and held them up high for leverage on the boy.

Sloppy seconds was fine for Zee. He pushed it into little Desmond with a deep growl echoing in his thick chest. At the twink's gasps and groans and especially the cute grimace on his face, Zee smiled impishly. As Zee and as any other dominant stud knew well, no creature could take a cock in its ass quite like a fox and Desmond was enough of one for the job. He slid his meaty paws down Desmond's legs until he cupped the boy's thighs and he chose to hold him by those. They provided the leverage Zee needed to grind his knot up into the twink's asshole, a task he took to with much enthusiasm off the line.

"Fuck, fu-u-uck, take it easy with that knot," Desmond gasped to the dog-beast. "Holy shit, that's not gonna fit inside of me..."

"You said that about the wolf, too, what're you acting so coy about?" Zee snickered. His torturously slow pace stopped completely when he leaned down for a wet, slobbery kiss on the twink's lips. It graduated to an overwhelming and one-sided, but quick makeout session when Desmond dared to open his mouth for a moan. "Rrr, fucking tight fox," he snarled through a pleasurable shudder, his thick lips still pressed to Desmond's. The sex sent tingles up his spine and left his tail wagging. "Fucking rubber-asshole'd foxes, I swear, can't break the damn things."

"You're really fucking close," Desmond hissed, yet the truth was more in line with Zee's testimony. "Uhnf, this is going so slow, hurry the fuck up."

Zee liked the bossiness. From someone as small and cute as Desmond, it was fiery and endearing. He obliged with a fresh new grin and a lewd glint in his eyes. "Little foxcoon, right now I'm the one who decides whether or not you're gonna be able to sit down for the next two months," growled Zee, grinding his knot up against Desmond for punctuation. "You ought to be a little bit more respectful."

Rather than outright compliance, Desmond offered the next best thing: silence. He closed his eyes and arched his back, though Zee already had lifted his hips off of the bed for the sake of the penetration. That he was arching his spine at all was a formality. As the lay went on, he tellingly began to caress Zee's broad chest, tracing his muscles and flicking his nipple rings.

"That's it," Zee chuckled in studly satisfaction. "Feel me up, boy. Worship me! It gets me off like nothing else." That was a misnomer; it was Desmond's asshole that was getting him off in unspeakable ways. The more he felt those supple, yet defiled anal walls on his cock, the more he could feel his climax nearing and his heavy, dangling balls grew tight as a result.

In the pursuit of leverage from which to bury his bone, Zee leaned over Desmond and unhanded his thighs along the way. Now the dog-beast came to a rest on his elbows and he put severe dents in the mattress. Desmond was no slouch and it seemed he had given up on his haughty attempts to deny Zee when he wrapped his legs around the dog's hips and his arms around that dense neck, shuddering when the very real spikes on the collar pricked him yet he took no measures to avoid them.

Soon Desmond began to pepper Zee's rough, handsome snout with kisses. In reply Zee snorted and growled against the prettyboy's face. A rare expression of concern fluttered in his eyes when he asked, "You sure you can take this knot?"

"Damn sure," Desmond yowled.

"Good answer, boy," Zee darkly laughed. He bore down with all of his terrible strength and the bed springs began to squeal. Desmond made similar noises, but Zee hushed him at least partially when he chomped down on Desmond's supple neck. He drew no blood yet he left dents in the flesh and drool in the fur. Henceforth, every guttural snarl from the depths of Zee's chest rattled the boy's windpipe as his evil teeth scraped and prodded tender skin.

"Shit, shit, ooh shit," Desmond squealed. His toes curled over Zee's back and everybody watched with the utmost of rapt attention. The next fellow craving Desmond's ass had the distinct feeling that Zee was a tough act to follow - but he had come all this way for the foxcoon ass he'd seen in the picture.

Zee bit down hard enough that he began to throttle him with no lasting harm. Truthfully he was losing control of his jaws and his body as he gave in to the basest of hellhound instincts, but that wasn't something Desmond needed to know. All he needed to know was that that studded cock was pounding its knot against his asshole, demanding entry and working its way in whether Desmond wanted it or not. Fortunately, he did.

Zee was a giant compared to the wolf before him and his strength and resolve came in proportion to his size. He worked his knot against Desmond with the most savage repetition. Tyr's cum had worn thin but Zee's gratuitous pre made for slippery anal walls. His girth stretched and abused Desmond's ass but the smooth steel barbells of the piercings loved and stimulated his flesh.

At last Zee felt the hammer drop. He started to cum his incredibly hot ropes of potent dog-beast spunk and there was no time but now to sink the knot. With extreme prejudice, Zee rammed it against the blissfully-squealing twink until the impossible bulk slipped past the threshold of Desmond's once-snug anus. Its entry was even accompanied by a wet, lewd pop, overshadowed by a cry from Desmond of blatant pain with very little pleasure laced through it. Even as Zee blasted his massive wad into the boy, there were tears in the corners of Desmond's eyes. A few of the others watching winced and clenched their ass cheeks. Some licked their lips in anticipation and others in lusting envy.

Zee broke off his love bite and grinned down at Desmond's flustered, teary face. That was an expression he was used to seeing. "How's it feel, boy?" he chuckled with a sigh.

"Awooh, fuck," Desmond squeaked. Zee laughed. That was what they all said.

Calvin called a half-hour break on the festivities during which he received a scolding from Desmond for obvious reasons, yet he was adamant in continuing what he had already started. Come the end of the timeout, Desmond laid himself out on the bed again as the participants reclaimed their seats.

"I still want that ass fucked good and raw," Deihnyx snorted over the murmur. That he was a tall dragon gave his words some authority, though Zee was unquestionably the largest creature there.

"All right," Calvin sneered. "Who wants the asshole? Ought to be tight enough for a couple more dicks, I think." He saw two paws now, but one timidly dropped a moment later. Calvin was nothing if not a good salesman and he sidled up to this shy soul with a big hyena grin.

"I'm sorry, ah," Renn chuckled at Calvin's expectant face. "I'm only here to watch."

"Come on," Calvin winked. "You wouldn't be here if you weren't interested! Wouldn't have raised your paw, either."

Renn groaned bashfully but allowed himself to be led to the bed. "Well, hold up," he mumbled. "I'm not so sure about this, I mean, I'm not the most dominant guy."

A few of the participants were chuckling at how cutely shy Renn was. Others were itching to move the proceedings along and they grumbled their grievances. Calvin diffused a potentially mutinous situation when he wrapped an arm kindly around Renn's shoulder and said, with a point at the menu, "How about a little powerbottom action?"

Finally something clicked with Renn. He smiled quite deviously and handed the money over to Calvin. Back to timidity, he undressed to his underwear while glancing over at the crowd. Desmond impatiently yanked him into the bed and pinned him with a sultry growl. It was clear to see just how much Desmond was enjoying a dominant spot for once and he tugged Renn's underwear down around his knees.

"You're a bottom bitch, huh?" growled Desmond with a nip on Renn's cheek.

Renn, an athletic and tall white wolf, shuddered at Desmond's compelling dominance. He took hold of the foxcoon's flanks but his touch seemed to revere rather than molest. "Ah, kinda," he huffed. "I mean... Heh, forget it, it's silly."

A big, evil grin spread across Desmond's snout. His soft paw cupped Renn's sheath for a firm kneading before he slid it down to the balls for a bounce and a grope. Already he had the wolf's knotted cock peeking from its sheath and Desmond tweaked the tip of it. "Talk to me," Desmond said in his low rumble. "Tell me your secrets, baby."

Everything about this was staggeringly hot to Renn whom couldn't so much as hide a boner at the grocery store without blushing and sweating. He wrapped his arms around Desmond's neck and pulled him down close. Into a purple ear he whispered, "I'd fucking love to be in your position, getting all this cock..." He loosed a deep shudder at the thought. Desmond prolonged it when he gave the just-emerging knot of Renn's cock a hard squeeze. "Use me up, c'mon," he groaned noisily for everybody.

"Love an eager boy," Desmond sniggered just as he scooted up over Renn. There he knelt over the wolf's pelvis and he ground his round ass back into that swollen and needful wolf prick. With ease he slotted the pointed tip into his loosened, yet passably tight asshole and he outright slammed down and rammed the knot right up his ass. He groaned hard and so did Renn and the twink started to bounce with everything he had. With how hard and rowdy Desmond rode, it was easy to liken Renn to a mechanical bull. In powerbottoming for the wolf, he took hold of his uncut cock and he started to jerk off before realizing the position of power he held. "Jerk me off!" he hissed.

Renn obliged with a hard grip and a fast paw. He stretched the foreskin on the way down, puckered it on the way up and made full use of Desmond's pre to keep things slippery. Desmond pulled Renn's ears and leaned down for a hard, wet kiss, ending with a bite on Renn's lip. For Renn it was heavenly to feel that big, slobbery foxcoon tongue on his palate and those needle teeth on his lip. He could hardly believe how raw and rough Desmond was or how his knot could so easily pop in and out of that asshole with no compunction. He thought back to Tyr and Zee and suddenly it wasn't such a mystery, but just the same, he loved the tight foxcoon ass.

"Fuck, you give such a good ride," Renn whined. Despite the implicit bottomness of his position, he couldn't help but grind up. It was instinctive to do so in the name of pleasure even if he felt guilty for it. To make up for his baser urges, he stroked Desmond's bouncing cock with everything that he had and he caressed that flawless twink chest with the same reverence, yet much less energy. "I wanna cum so badly," he bleated. "You're getting me off so fast, this is embarrassing..."

"You're doing fine, sweet fuckthing," Desmond grinned to Renn, though he himself was flushed with pleasure. All of the stimulation so far had left him with a serious case of blue balls and Renn understandably had him close to the edge quickly. Just to tease, Desmond huffed, "But you'd better hold back for me all you can!"

"I am, I ammm," Renn blissfully cried. His ears splayed back and his tongue soon flopped out of his muzzle to paint an expression of utter pleasure. Desmond himself was quite animated too, arching his back and groaning to the ceiling as his climax approached.

For Desmond to hold out longer than Renn was hopeless and the twink knew it. By the same realization, he didn't bother to hold it back like he'd ordered his impromptu pet. Though his ride slowed and he buried Renn's cock in his ass just to feel the knot on his prostate, Desmond continued to pleasure the wolf as his anal walls clenched and writhed in climax. Innumerable sticky, heavy ropes of cum sluiced through Renn's jerking fingers which diffused the mess even more. What came to be was a big splatter of foxcoon cum across the wolf's chest.

"Unf, Jesus," Desmond blurted. "Shit, that was too intense, I feel like I'm gonna pass out." He sighed and paused for a few seconds which felt like an ice age to Renn, but finally he started to grind and bounce again. "What are you doing down there, anyway?" he grinned through his dozy blush. "Lick those fingers off!"

Renn did so with pleasure. He slobbered his entire paw clean of Desmond's sticky mess and he suckled his fingers clean, and with perfect timing, for he was about to cum by the time he was done with his work. Groaning and crooning, rubbing Desmond's plush hips and ass cheeks with his trembling paws, Renn began to squirt his jizz. It shot deep into Desmond's ass in a way the twink found very familiar, sticking to his well-loved walls for a nice, hot mess. Desmond rode Renn up until the last few moments of the wolf's climax before he plopped down one more time on the knot to bury the bone, but Desmond was so loose that by then, Renn's spunk still ran out around the knot.

"Good boy," Desmond huffed. He petted Renn's head and the wolf smiled sweetly.

"Thanks," Renn said. He added in a hushed tone, "For everything."

Dislodging from Renn was an easy task for Desmond whom flopped over on his belly. Renn wanted to snuggle up to Desmond almost as much as he wanted to lift his tail up for one of the other studs, but instead he shyly pulled his pants back on and slipped his shirt on over his head.

"My butthole needs a break, this is getting ridiculous," Desmond moaned.

"You heard the twink," Calvin chirped. "Who wants something different?"

A few hands came up. Calvin homed in on the red fox in the crowd. As he would have loved to grandly introduce himself, his name was Slade. His attire was extravagant like that of a king, fitting wonderfully on his toned body. His long and mane-like white hair hung down his back and over his shoulders in fluffy locks but despite his flamboyant looks, he had an alarmingly evil smile and a glint in his eye.

"I would like," said Slade as he handed Calvin a crisp and stale-smelling ten dollar bill, "to whip the faggot."

"Whip?" Desmond bleated. "I don't remember putting that on the menu!"

Slade enjoyed himself a nice, cruel laugh as he unlooped his belt. It was made of finely tanned leather, stitched lovingly together by skilled hands, and yet he cracked it over Desmond's head like a bullwhip and he righteously commanded, "On your belly, boy!"

Grievances with Calvin aside, Desmond bore a submissive streak and as his fiance could attest to, masochism was among his more guarded kinks. "I'm gonna have a nice hyena-skin rug when we're done here," Desmond grumbled as he eased down prone.

The foxcoon's annoyance was neither here nor there for Slade whom trailed his gloved fingers down Desmond's back, rear and thigh with a hum to suit his appraisal. "Beautiful," he whispered. "Watch I don't make off with you after this little party, boy." A most malicious grin spread across his face and he bared his teeth. Slade doubled over his belt for finer control and he brought it down into Desmond's ass cheeks with a sickening crack. Those watching winced and flinched. It was then that some of the participants uncomfortably milled out. Some left altogether, others waited outside. Those who remained were aroused by the violence whether it was old news to them or a strange new kink.

From the first slap onward, Slade was required to hold Desmond's tail out of the way. He did so and continued to beat the boy's ass until the shrieking stopped and the screaming into the sheets began. It was then that Slade turned his wicked eyes on the foxcoon's smooth back. Once across the shoulder blades crashed his belt and then came four each for the flanks. Peach flesh beneath silky fur broke out into bruises and flaming red marks. Slade beat the backs of Desmond's thighs for an unexpected treat, and then he finished up with a brisk reprise on Desmond's ass cheeks.

By the time he was through, Slade had an erection and the fuckthing sobbed into the sheets. Slade smiled and knelt on the bed, rolling Desmond onto his back. Down nose to nose with a gentle touch on the foxcoon's cheek, Slade cooed, "Does it hurt, lovely?"

"Yes," Desmond whined.

"And yet," Slade smiled, "you're as hard as I am. I'll see you again sometime." And off Slade went, not just from the scene but from the house entirely. The festivities resumed once Desmond collected himself.

Soon Calvin asked the dwindling crowd, "Who's next? Desmond's butt is still a little achey, so how about we get someone to fuck his face?"

Two hands shot up, one belonging to the sergal. The other lowered after some consideration and so Aleksai stood up. Still nude and sporting his erection, he cast a devilish smile on Calvin as he handed his fifteen dollars to the hyena.

As Aleksai neared, Desmond smiled and swished his tail. "I was hoping you'd want more, handsome."

"The more you flatter me, the harder I'm gonna plow your pretty little muzzle," Aleksai sneered as he knelt on the bed.

"I'll be damned if you're not just the most perfect, handsome sergal I've ever seen, then," Desmond grinned.

Predictably, the impatient sergal shoved Desmond back to get what he wanted. He knelt by the boy's head and when Desmond turned to the side to see him, Aleksai grabbed his hair in one fist and his chin in the other. It was dead simple for him to plow his cock into that perfect little mouth, and that was exactly what he did. Kneeling like so, Aleksai couldn't really thrust - but that was where his iron grip on Desmond's head came in handy. Even as the twink grunted and squirmed, Aleksai bounced that pretty face against his hips. Desmond could huff and drool all he liked, but Aleksai was ruthless and his grin was massive.

"Don't even bother to suck," Aleksai dismissed. Desmond wasn't making the effort anyway. As violent as the sergal was, it was a moot point. Soon enough, Aleksai began to hunch over the twink and he planted a paw on the bed. The other cupped Desmond's skull like a basketball, and how appropriate, because he basically dribbled Desmond's head against his groin.

The sergal's tail lashed and fanned around his exotic male musk for the others to enjoy but Aleksai's intentions were selfish as he gave it to Desmond. His nasty growl came from low in his chest and his mismatched eyes glimmered as he took his pleasure. It was rare for Aleksai to enjoy a passive blowjob but a savage facefucking was among his most sought-after treats. Feeling so many contrasting textures grinding into his swollen cock and the helpless breaths washing over his loins all came together to stimulate Aleksai in a way few things could. This coming hot on the heels of a brutal whipping only honed Aleksai's cruel tendencies to a razor edge.

As his pleasure heightened and his growl deepened, so did the sergal show his teeth in a grimace. If he had to be honest with himself, he wished for Desmond to choke and gag. Feedback during a good, hard facefucking was everything that Aleksai wanted but Desmond took it too well. The brutal, exotic beast saw fit to correct this problem when he twisted around and straddled Desmond's head. He never bothered to pull his cock out of the boy's mouth and he subsequently felt the needle-like teeth pricking his flesh. The pain made him shudder but he stayed for the pleasure.

Aleksai leaned over Desmond as if to offer a mutual cocksucking but it was all a means for him to get the leverage he needed. He bounced on the bed and smashed his cock into Desmond's mouth again and again in such a way that the twink was smothered under his loins. Finally Aleksai heard the choking he was longing for. "That's right, suffer a little for me," the sergal grinned, lashing his tail and bouncing down against the mattress. "Choke and cry... You're doing so wonderfully."

Only one thought bounced around Desmond's skull, and it was: what the fuck else can I do? There was of course the fact that he took this thorough facefucking passively, his gagging and involuntary crying notwithstanding. His small, uncut cock stood hard, ignored by Aleksai whom understandably had no interest in Desmond's pleasure or well-being. Heady sergal musk filled Desmond's head and this only added to his miserable arousal but he kept still, a devoted fuckthing even if he was being sold for ten percent of his value.

Well above the idle chatter in the room - in which Calvin spoke to one of the waiting participants - was Aleksai's groaning and shuddering. Gone now were his subtle words, replaced by blatant sounds of pleasure. His descents were growing sloppy and his cock even grew raw against the insides of Desmond's snout but he couldn't stop now that his orgasm was just upon him.

With lewd connotation, Aleksai arched his spine and packed his loins down hard against Desmond's face. The twink began to smother below and the load Aleksai dumped into his snout compounded his troubles. Desmond pawed at and shoved Aleksai's taut ass until the sergal flopped off of him and they both lay on the bed panting sharply for their own reasons. Desmond rolled over onto his belly, climbed up to his all-fours and had a coughing fit.

"You'll be all right," Aleksai grinned. He clapped Desmond on the shoulders and padded back to his seat.

After an awkward pause during which Desmond had a glass of water and calmed his coughing, Calvin gestured to the next customer. Her name was Christine, and she was the only female to show up, though that label was only half-right. There was an obvious bulge in her shorts despite how thick and natural her breasts were. Her mixed-up gender was only enhanced by her species: A shark, one with athletic lines, a wicked grin, and long, pretty raven hair.

Though Desmond was looking very tired, he perked and smiled at the sight of Christine. She grinned down at him and tutted at the sight of his hard, small cock. "That's a cute little dick. Pretty sure mine's bigger, though," she remarked. Most of the group enjoyed a chuckle. Desmond frowned. "I just gave your hyena buddy here twenty bucks and said I'd mix it up," Christine mused, shucking off her shorts. Underneath was her own uncut shaft, its length flaccid for the moment and draped tiredly over her balls.

"Nice cock," Desmond murmured to Christine.

The shark lit up with a smile and pounced onto the bed. "Thanks," she cooed, petting up under his chin. "You're gonna get to it, I'm sure," she chuckled just as she twisted around before Desmond and dropped to her all-fours, "but you're gonna eat my ass first, sound good?"

As Christine's tailfin flagged high above her taut ass, Desmond shuddered, "Yeah, that all sounds good to me." He closed his paws around Christine's ass cheeks and she perked them back into his mitts with a playful swish of her tailfin.

Idle molestation could be fun, but Christine had some very clear desires in mind despite the coy act. "Rub less, lick more."

"Sorry," Desmond lied. He pried the cheeks apart just enough to expose the black pucker of Christine's asshole. He dove on it with a slobbering tongue and a sluttish moan.

Christine herself moaned but subtly rocking her ass back into his snout. At first she was content with his firm surface licks and his teasing did bring out her erection but she had paid, as far as she remembered, twelve whole dollars for a gourmet ass-eating experience from a foxcoon faggot. All the more intently, she pushed back against Desmond. When he himself pushed back with his paws but kept up his insistent laps, she had to admit to herself that she liked the attitude. Desmond was determined to smooch and slurp her asshole and that was fun, but she wondered if his respectful licking wasn't influenced by her gender. After all, she had watched him eat out the rabbit and the first dragon like he couldn't get enough of it. Christine wanted her slobbery ass-munching too.

"Hey, cutie," she said very tightly, "when I said eat my ass, I meant fucking eat that thing." When that produced no results beyond stronger slurps and fewer gropes on her cheeks, Christine realized it was time to get truly bitchy. She pushed back hard against his face with more than just playful intent. He fell back against the bed and stared down at her hindquarters as if she had offended him somehow. In a way, Christine hoped that she had, but as she backpedaled over him and dropped her ass down on his snout, all her sins were absolved. Suddenly the twink got the picture. As he snuffled for air and soaked up her musk, he crammed his tongue up her asshole and slathered her tender flesh.

Now Christine openly moaned and she tugged her shirt up and off to be as naked as the fag twink was. "Now you're getting it," she grinned, riding his snout and drooling pre on his chest. "I'm here with all the boys, so don't tongue me any differently."

Desmond had learned his lesson and his munching of Christine's ass was a rimming like no other. Even as he sucked in what limited air he could, he slobbered and slathered the shark's asshole as far as he could fit his tongue. His paws roamed her ass cheeks and hips with a type of reverence a dickgirl shark could get used to. She rewarded him when she grabbed his fuzzy paws at the wrists and put them on her nude breasts. The manner in which he fondled her plush tits and twiddled her nipples with his soft pads made her groan and huff and all of it added up to a very horny girl.

Christine arched back on Desmond's face and ground his nose all the more lewdly into her ass crack. Something the position easily permitted and even invited was easy access to her swollen, black-tipped cock and she shooed Desmond's paws to it. "Mmf, keep up that licking and jerk me off good and hard..."

Of course Desmond obliged the shark. Using her own pre as a lubricant, Desmond stroked Christine's blunt cock in a taut grip given by soft pads and velveteen fur. At first he fondled her balls in one paw and a thigh with the other, but him being the free-thinking thing he was, he reached for her tits again. Christine didn't mind having most every erogenous zone tended to at the same time. In fact, she used her free hand - the other a support - to fondle the tit Desmond wasn't molesting and a few times she cupped his paw and compelled him to squeeze her breast harder.

It pleased Christine to no end that for all his jerking and groping while suffering a boner of his own, Desmond never stopped eating her out. He was so heinously sloppy with it. When he wasn't stuffing it with his tongue, he was kissing it and nibbling on her taint though he did spend the brunt of his time probing her anal passage deep and hard. Christine being a girl with a prostate gland found his tongue penetration to be an extremely pleasant feeling and her grin was wide and toothy.

Everything Desmond did was coming up to a perfect head. Christine was teetering on the edge of her climax, pushing her ass down into Desmond's face in lewd gyrations when she unnecessarily grunted, "I'm right there, keep it up!"

Christine turned out to be past the point of no return already and Desmond's continued work was nothing more than a formality. She clenched around his tongue, grimaced, and grunted as she came. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets and the lids rolled smoothly over them as her cock twitched in Desmond's paw and finally let loose with a few sticky jets. They splattered perfectly across her bust and it wasn't lost on Christine that she usually gave herself better pearl necklaces than the men she slept with. That was a wry observation for another time and she eased off of Desmond's face with a chuffed groan and a big smirk. "Money well spent, thank you," she sighed.

Out of all the things she could have done, Christine simply kissed Desmond on the cheek and mingled back into the crowd and thus her seat. Finishing the foxcoon off would have fun and undoubtedly easy but she didn't want to linger.

Calvin scanned the crowd again. "Not too many left," he smiled. "What do you think, Desmond? Is the ass good to go again?"

"Fuck you," Desmond snapped.

"Mine's not for sale," the hyena smiled. "All right, who wants something besides the asshole?"

Exactly one hand came up belonging to the other dragon in the crowd. He neared the bed at Calvin's insistence and he caught Desmond's fickle eye with ease. Though every bit as tall and black as Deihnyx was, this drake was sleeker and more streamlined. Bared from his genital slit already was a beautiful purple shaft. Its length was made to work fuckthings open but love them deeply, tapered at the tip but thick at its base. Though sleek overall, it had subtle ribs along its bottom. Slippery pre drooled from the tip of it.

With his lush purple wings folded behind his back, the purple-accented Syloris smiled and winked disarmingly at Desmond as he pressed his money into Calvin's paw. He had made the tally in his head already and he wasted no words on confirmation. He slunk into the bed and knelt near Desmond whom smiled up at him awkwardly.

"What can I do for you, babe?" the twink cooed with a swishing tail.

"You, lovely foxcoon," Syloris dreamily sighed, sitting back and brusquely gripping Desmond's head, "can swallow." And he buried his cock past those sticky black lips, all the way down to the slit. Desmond let go a squeak and he gagged but he started to gulp on the dragon's musky length just as soon as he could. A smile which was toothy around the edges crept along Syloris' snout. He bounced Desmond's face harshly in his lap despite his blatant appreciation for the boy's body and services. A low growl welled up in his slim chest and his tail snaked around to prod and rub Desmond's ass cheeks with its tapering length.

"I won't tailfuck you," Syloris grinned. "Not because I don't think you'll like it, but because I'm a cheap bastard... Now suck, cute fox, suck me good and hard," he sighed. He was rewarded in spades. Held with his nose pushed into Slyoris' intensely musky cockslit, Desmond sucked with all his might. His throat contracted around the dragon's length but his maw suckled so hard, so lewdly, so desperately for the drake's thick semen.

The musk had an intoxicating effect on Desmond. Dragon musk could affect any tender-nosed beast and Desmond had already proven himself susceptible when he had his nose up Deihnyx's ass. Syloris' scent left him huffing through his nostrils and splaying up his tail for a fucking which wouldn't come from that dragon.

Soon the suckles became dull play for Syloris. Passivity was no fun. He bounced Desmond's face against his loins again and he enjoyed with the tiniest of grins the way Desmond grunted and gagged. The foxcoon could have made it all stop if he resisted but he seized no such opportunity; and the menu specifically said facefuck which Syloris understood to mean a literal fucking in the mouth hole. Sweet little Desmond would just have to ride out the wave.

Fortunately Syloris seemed to be a creature of easy - albeit often - release. Already he was crooning in bliss, rubbing his tail all along Desmond's heart-shaped ass and plugging up his throat again and again. Enough pre to satiate the hungriest of whores drizzled down Desmond's throat and the near-stench of his musk was thickening to a head.

Through soft huffs and feral groans, Syloris bared his teeth and clenched shut his eyes. He shifted his grip to the back of Desmond's skull and slammed the twink's face down with a noted lack of sympathy. His tail brushed the twink's balls, flicked his cock and trailed up his taint but offered no real gratification, acting as if it had a mind of its own and all that mind wanted was to cruelly tease.

"Ooh, rrrgh," Syloris gracelessly huffed. He sought to be witty but instead he was blunt and crude when he growled, "Swallow all of it," as if Desmond had a choice. Syloris was slit-deep in Desmond's throat and the immense load he pumped went right down into Desmond's gut. He could feel the twink convulse and he made an attempt to escape. Mere moments before that Syloris would have obliged his retreat, but now Desmond had to deal with it.

Even once the main event was over, Syloris kept Desmond down. Yet another grin spread across his face, this one undermined by a blush. He gave a little push and then the torrent came: A gush of piss right down Desmond's throat. Hot and musky, slippery and slick, it was the perfect elixir to wash down the dense seed. As the stink of dragon piss wafted up into Desmond's sinuses, the twink's eyes watered and his ears splayed back completely. He resisted again and gagged on both Syloris' penis and the stench.

To be sure Desmond tasted it, Syloris pulled back when the stream began to weaken. Him being a dragon whom had purposefully gorged on water before his turn came up, this took ages and even his tapering stream was still a powerful and long-lived one. He kept the tip and a couple of inches in Desmond's snout as he continued to let the piss fly, and while much ran down from the corners of Desmond's maw, so did he guzzle down more than his piss-slut share.

By the time only droplets dribbled from Syloris, Desmond kissed and suckled the dragon earnestly. Syloris rewarded him by pushing hard enough to force out the dregs of his piss where the greatest toxins and smell awaited. Desmond grimaced but drank it down, and then he accepted a wet, harsh kiss on the lips from Syloris. The dragon retook his seat. Desmond brushed his teeth and took a washcloth to his face and torso before the fun resumed.

"I believe, now," Deihnyx said as the twink returned to the bed, looking clearly fatigued but eager, "that the faggot's ass is mine again."

The red drake started up, but one paw came up. "Wait a sec," he said, and Deihnyx grunted. "Sorry, but if you're gonna wreck his ass, can I get some first? I mean, you're a... Pretty hung guy. I wanna at least touch the edges," he smiled.

"It's fine," Deihnyx said evenly, retaking his seat. To work quickly was implicit in his smoldering glare.

"Thanks." The creature stood up and met eyes with Desmond. He was a wolf, dark gray and simple in an aesthetically-pleasing way, but he had lush, full feathered wings folded against his back, a detail Desmond almost didn't acknowledge at first. To Calvin, he politely introduced him as Raidus and he pressed a weathered twenty into the hyena's paw. To Desmond, he smiled dirtily. His thick, pink, knotted shaft did most of the talking.

As he climbed onto the bed with Desmond, the foxcoon rolled over onto his belly and then he got up onto his all-fours. Raidus growled in appreciation of the twink's fine round ass. Although his molestation and tail-wagging said it already, he felt the need to add, "God, what a nice ass."

"Thanks, sweetheart," Desmond crooned, perking it back. "But forget feeling me up, just fuck me. I'm all yours."

After the likes of Tyr and especially Zee, Desmond's tail hole was severely loosened but Raidus considered himself pretty well-hung. He had on his best grin when he wedged his shaft up between Desmond's plush cheeks. Holding them by their outer edges, Raidus ground in for a short but sweet hotdogging and Desmond cutely groaned at the feeling.

"Fuck, I love knots even if they're bad for me," Desmond lamely chuckled.

Raidus chuckled back and took hold of his shaft. As he notched it against Desmond's loosened asshole, he mused, "How are they bad for you?"

Desmond pushed back. Raidus took the hint and started to work it in, doing so with a groan that Desmond matched in a lower pitch. "'Cause they fucking hurt," Desmond laughed. "Ah, but they hurt good."

The wolf slipped in with the use of sloppy seconds, thirds and fourth as passable lube. His own pre added helpfully to the mess and he squeezed Desmond's hips in lust but unintentionally in reassurance. "Aw, hey," Raidus gently said as he started to get to work, "there's worse things to be addicted to." He leaned over Desmond and he soon peppered the twink's neck with gentle kisses, nosing under his hair to deliver them and in doing so being all the more intimate. "Mmh, you're so damn hot. Glad I showed up."

"I'm glad too," Desmond hissed, pressing back whorishly each time Raidus' knot kissed up into his asshole. "That feels go-o-od, baby," he crooned, curling his long and fluffy tail around the wolf's middle.

The tail was a nice touch but Raidus cracked a smile and moved it higher like a feather boa. "I had the feeling," he snickered. "You're clenching hard on me, that's always appreciated," said the wolf as he wrapped an arm around Desmond. He held the foxcoon close through his rough, short humps and his knot smacked against Desmond's pucker satisfactorily for both of them. Even already he was it in a bit, but this wasn't hard to accomplish with an ass as well-worn as Desmond's. It was sole restraint that kept Raidus from tying the knot right there.

Although he could fuck efficiently and he had an interest in doing so with his rented space in Desmond's ass, Raidus was still a creature of reciprocal pleasure. He reached under Desmond with his hugging arm and he grasped the cute twink's uncut penis. It disappeared under his thick paw, but he still kept a tight grip on it. For Desmond's sake he started to jerk and when the twink moaned, he kissed his cheek. "That's it, moan for me, I want you to feel good," Raidus cooed. "You're damn beautiful, I wanna see you cum," he tenderly whispered as he less-than-tenderly popped his knot into Desmond's ass and right back out again. The way the fox squealed put a smile on Raidus' lips.

"Ooh gawd, knot me and leave it in," Desmond gasped, pushing back to get just that but failing.

"Soon, handsome, soon - I promise," Raidus growled. He started jerking more roughly then, rubbing Desmond's cocktip with his thumb, fucking a little faster but not harder. Raidus huffed against Desmond's neck and his wings splayed in pleasure. "Moan, please moan for me..."

Desmond obliged. The sounds weren't faked whore-moans. As clever and skilled as Desmond was, he could have certainly forged the noises but Raidus took them as genuine with a smile. He squeezed down tightly on Desmond's penis and again tweaked the tip with his thumb. The blunt tip of his claw gently wedged open the piss slit and Desmond whimpered with a shudder for the winged wolf.

"Unf, fuck," Desmond bleated. "I'm gonna cum if you don't stop..."

Raidus smiled wide and pushed his knot against Desmond's sore entrance. "That's the whole idea, foxy. Blow a load for me," he grunted, popping his knot inside, "right now if you can...!"

The timing was perfect. All he needed was a little push for the pot to tip over and Raidus provided it with the knot. Desmond put his head down and he brayed with sweet, sweet pleasure as his climax hit him hard. Much to Raidus' pleasure, Desmond clenched down as hard as he could and the pleasure worked for both of them.

Desmond shot his seed into the wolf's lazy paw. It left Raidus grinning but he couldn't ignore the fact that he too was on the verge now. Growling into Desmond's ear, he began to hump again with short strokes, his knot too embedded to leave Desmond's ass easily but the snug grip more than made up for the lack of motion.

"Oof, gawd," Raidus panted into Desmond's hair. He grimaced and splayed back his ears and his wings spread wide as an orgasm washed over him. He added his dense load to the sloppy mess the others had left there already and he went still and tense over top of the twink, moving only in his subtle huffing and the swish of his tail well above his taut ass.

By the time Desmond and Raidus both recovered from their orgasms, Deihnyx had had a quiet word with Aleksai the sergal which left a grin on the latter's face. Their conspiring was of no concern to Desmond just yet whom whispered to Raidus, "Mmf, shit, that was nice. Thanks for the reach-around"

"Hey, it's the least I can do for a nice, tight fox," Raidus said with a little laugh. "Ready for me to pop it out?" Desmond claimed to be, but he still hissed when Raidus exited him. That was, however, the last thing he should have been worrying about when Deihnyx and Aleksai neared the bed with swollen erections and big, dirty smirks.

"What, are you guys after both ends?" Desmond asked with a dull smile. His first warning came when Deihnyx flopped onto the bed, making it creak and bow. He grabbed the twink and yanked him close, Desmond's back to his muscular front.

After so many knots had wedged Desmond open, Deihnyx was able to slide his dense and knotted penis into the fox easily. Desmond cooed, but Deihnyx snarled most lewdly. "Hyena, take whatever money you need out of my wallet," he said in a grumbly aside.

Just as Desmond's expression evened out at the feeling of Deihnyx's knot kissing up to his asshole, Aleksai knelt upon the bed up between Desmond's and Deihnyx's legs. As he guided his meat to the twink's taint, he treated the fuckthing to his perpetual, toothy smirk. "Lift him up - if this is worth doing, it's worth doing the right way."

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Desmond snapped as Deihnyx lifted him by the rear. The dragon's pointed tip escaped him but it stayed close by and Aleksai quickly pressed his shaft to the dragon's. He helpfully gripped their lengths together ostensibly to keep them in touch but both studs seemed to enjoy the brisk frot.

Neither Deihnyx or Aleksai acknowledged Desmond. The latter said to the former, "Now ease him down," and as Deihnyx did just that, both he and the sergal awkwardly penetrated Desmond together. The twink began to hiss and groan, curling toes but clenching his teeth and eyelids.

"Ah, fuck, fuck! This is too much!" Desmond yowled.

It was impossible for the males to keep their shafts perfectly flush and therefore they couldn't bottom out in the foxcoon, but they did what they could. Together they began bouncing the twink, making use of his generous hips and ass cheeks for leverage. Deihnyx ever growled in a scary, sultry manner but Aleksai was more subtle and lewd with purring rumbles.

"Jesus Christ," Calvin muttered. His shock didn't keep him from helping himself to Deihnyx's cash.

"Moan for me, boy," Deihnyx spoke through a groan, his squeeze on the twink's ass cheeks dimpling supple flesh.

"Fuck you," Desmond hissed.

Aleksai snickered and leaned down close. He kissed Desmond on the lips, overlooking the stench of piss not even toothpaste could mask. "Feisty. I fucking love it."

"Heh, yeah, that's pretty cute," the dragon chuckled. He let the capable sergal do the bouncing for the moment as he reached up to tweak Desmond's nipples. In doing so, he got the moan he was after. Down into the very cup of a splayed but flitting ear, Deihnyx crooned, "Fucking me is earned, not just given or bought like it is with you."

Under Aleksai's care, Desmond was more often dropped down than lowered carefully onto both shafts. Deihnyx's knot was a ways off and unattainable for the angle, but the oblong wedge of two cocks in his ass was enough to leave tears in Desmond's eyes and a perpetual hiss in his throat. Deihnyx's ironically tender petting and fondling did mitigate the pain, but only just.

"God, we're done after this," Desmond panted. "That's it, we're done."

"Fine by me," Deihnyx murmured. Some of the crowd started to leave but some remained either in the hope that Desmond might change his mind or just to see what came of the double-penetration.

"You lasted longer than I expected," Aleksai darkly chuckled. "Very admirable for a sissy boy." As if it were a prize, he bucked in with special roughness and the twink gasped in no pleasurable way. Deihnyx laughed wickedly and gave the foxcoon a buck of his own. Soon he and Aleksai were alternately pounding up into Desmond, grinding their shafts together and tugging Desmond's slick walls in two directions at once.

It came as no surprise to the dwindling crowd that Desmond whimpered and squirmed. The act had taken on such a non-consensual appearance that even more of the crowd left. Of special note was the sharply-dressed fox Slade currently masturbating with a wide, pursed grin on his face.

Deihnyx's climax would have certainly been helped along by knotting the foxcoon but Aleksai wasn't so picky. Despite two orgasms already, he was beginning to growl and huff, ever lashing in his tail in a way which could only mean one thing. The pain on Desmond's face and the ways his supple young body tensed and quaked as pain ripped up through it was just too much for a beastly sergal to handle, and with a triumphant cry and a sudden, nearly feline arching of his spine, he shot his final load into the twink.

A grin spread across Deihnyx's face when he both saw and felt the sergal's climax. The warmth of that fresh semen was a gay, pleasant feeling and he reached out around Desmond to reverently stroke the sergal's neck. Aleksai was nobody's pet and he snapped at the dragon's fingers before nuzzling Desmond and whispering to the twink, "Thank you for a fun evening, little fox. For a wedding gift, I'll get you a donut pillow to sit on." Deihnyx enjoyed a rotten laugh.

To Desmond's surprise and displeasure, for he had taken a liking to the exotic creature, Aleksai reclaimed his clothing and left but the exact details of the sergal's departure were lost on Desmond when Deihnyx moved to fill the void Aleksai had left. With a deep and throaty snarl, Deihnyx flopped over onto Desmond and pinned him squealing to the bed.

All too aware of his colossal weight and size over Desmond, Deihnyx braced his hands on the bed rather than his prey's shoulders but this small consideration was a pittance made apparent when he began to fuck the twink. Clearly this was what he had been waiting for the entire night: Desmond the bachelor boy all to himself. The drake showed no mercy. Desmond's behind was so pointlessly loosened that Deihnyx simply knotfucked him, popping his knot past the fox's sagging asshole and ripping it right back out. A thick sheen of cum from so many other parties coated his male pride and made for a gummy lubricant but he was ready to bridge the gap with sheer aggression if need be.

Deihnyx wasted no breath on words, only snarls which came naturally to him in such a state. His broad tail lashed and bluntly fanned thick musk. Wide across the bed and blotting out the dim, moody lamplight were his wings splayed as Desmond's legs were. His every savage buck left the bed creaking and what remained of the crowd watched vacantly. The sadistic Slade had stopped his self-abuse but only because he had finished up as his sticky paw evidenced.

"Ah my gawd," Desmond gasped under Deihnyx's incredible use and abuse of his worn-out ass. The tears by then were encrusted enough around his eyes to leave peculiar shadows but his expressions were ones of fresh and vivid pain. Deihnyx's knot was admirably finishing up the task of destroying his ass and he could only hold on to the drake's arms and hope he finished soon.

What had been a crude grimace on Deihnyx's face took on more subtle cues. A grin suitable for such wild abuse of a cute fuckthing spread across his lips and he narrowed his blue eyes down to slits. His musk was already a powerful smell in the room but as his climax approached, the scent ran higher still. For Desmond, it was a reprisal of having his nose up in the dragon's asshole. This was far from unpleasant for the foxcoon.

Mighty, full strokes gave over to shorter but sharper pumps as Deihnyx's abuse of the foxcoon wound down. He hunkered over the boy and nipped his neck. His pumps shortened even further, his hips crashing against the boy's round and upended ass in the most brutal fashion yet. His knotted meat had wallowed Desmond out so much that it made only an inarticulate wet smack as it entered and exited.

Deihnyx's grin broke and so did his composure. He shuddered hard and clenched his teeth, stuffing his snout into the crook of Desmond's chin and neck in a sudden need for closeness. One more time, he popped his knot in with ease and then he ground it inward to be sure that it was completely buried. As he worked it in like so, he dumped his load and sullied Desmond's writhing anal walls with just one more mess of spunk. Deihnyx's climax was not the biggest or the hottest, but he delivered it no less passionately.

The highs and lows of the night put everything into perspective. The pain and pleasure of all of the sex and the jitters of his looming wedding all sank into relative obscurity in that moment of relief, and it was sweet, but Desmond made the mistake of assuming that the musky drake was through with him. He sighed to Deihnyx as he stroked the dragon's thick neck, "Mmf, that was good. You can pull out anytime."

"I know I can," Deihnyx sneered, but that wasn't quite all. After a tense moment to force his relaxation, Deihnyx unleashed a torrent of piss deep into the boy. At first Desmond seemed not to realize what he was feeling, but then he shuddered and arched his back as a great red blush warmed his cheeks.

"You son of a bitch," the twink huffed.

Deihnyx chuckled wickedly as he withdrew his thick cock. The drake's relief flushed away the veritable sperm bank in the foxcoon's anal passage and yet Deihnyx wasn't through even then. He gripped his messy shaft and aimed his penis to drench the twink's gaped and sore asshole primarily, but his taint and balls and everything else down below was moistened all the same. Deihnyx being such a big dragon meant he had a great amount of piss to offer and it was at this point that the rest of the crowd dispersed.

When only Deihnyx, Desmond, and Calvin remained, the drake finished his business, shook off, and patted the boy's stomach fondly. Silence filled the room and so did the stench of dragon piss. Deihnyx dressed, and he pressed another few bills into the hyena's grip. "For the bed, and for the wedding," he smirked. "I just hope the fiance doesn't have too sensitive a nose..."