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It hadn't been as bad as Max had thought it would be.

His impression, at least in his mind whenever he read the word 'sauna' online, had been of the traditional style wooden cupboards that old, out-of-shape men would lounge around in, towels cast aside, enduring bitter heat and waiting for someone to be bold enough to make the first move. He had expected that on arrival he'd probably leave within the first half hour if things turned out to be less than what the other online commenters had built it up to be. ApexAssPredator had told him he'd had 'shit tonnes' of fun in his local sauna, something that was later corroborated by LilBlueWoof who said he was dying to go back as soon as physically possible. Max had to admit, his curiosity was at least piqued, enough for him to head down to the nearest one he could find.

It was in the same backstreets of the city where he actually went to clubs. Called rather ambiguously the 'Underground', Max had trouble finding the place before he'd eventually spotted a rather discreet, plain sign that marked as such. It was a little rundown, the building, but as he entered through the threshold he found himself met with stairs - a door off the side led to what he assumed was the rest of the building, but the stairs went straight down, steep and narrow, with yet another sign indicating that he ought to descend them for the sauna. The Pitbull by now was more bemused, than anything, as it seemed an awfully long way to go with far too high levels of secrecy for just a place men could meet up to fuck with strangers.

He made his way down, mindful of his footing as he didn't want to be sent tumbling as the steps were sheer and impossibly rickety. At the bottom, he found himself met with a greying Labrador, someone more interested in reading his newspaper than actually paying attention to who went past him in or out of the sauna. As he heard Max's footfalls clomping down the stairwell, he gave a brief glance up, taking in the sight of the fellow dog, before returning to his paper, speaking aloud when the Pitbull approached,

"You got a membership?" Max had been warned about this. Apparently the way they worked was they would take membership, which was annual, and then charged a small fee for lockers. Once again, for what Max would only assume was yet more levels of discretion, you only had to give a name of your choosing and state your age, then provide authentication that you were indeed old enough to be visiting such facilities.

"No, first time." Max started to fish out his wallet, anticipating what the dog was about to say next.

"Huh," the Labrador wasn't really interested, it would seem, "Name and twenty dollars, please." He handed him a bill,

"Uh... Max. Don't you need ID or something?" He'd expected to give some, his fingers already on his driver's license ready to pluck out and show to the man. He was met with a laugh of mirth,

"Right, because you totally look underage," the dog placed a large, fluffy white towel, neatly folded and smelling as if it had been recently laundered, onto the countertop with a locker key fixed to a rubber wrist band resting atop it. He resumed lounging in his office chair scanning the headlines and articles without so much as a second glance.

Max gave an airy snort. He supposed the man was right, he didn't exactly look like he was trying to swindle him in any sense, and even he would have doubted that he could pass for the look of a matured teen. He took his key and towel and went through to the next room, a plain albeit professional-looking changing rooms, facilities he might have expected from a high end gym or well established leisure centre. In all honesty he was taken aback by how well maintained and serious the business was. He had half-expected the sleaziest of conditions, not that he would have minded, but certainly something nowhere near this hygienic or pristine. His impression he'd built from his mind, and from the Underground's website, was that it would be a passable business though with its marring let-downs. So far though, he will admit he was mildly impressed.

He found his locker easily enough through the quiet mingling of male furs either getting dressed themselves or stripping down to head on in. As Max placed his towel down on the benches provided, picking out his locker, he became acutely aware of the sidelong stares he was receiving, of the glances that were being thrown around the room, always in the direction of some other man. Casually he scanned about, head turning as if he was caught by mere curiosity at something, and sure enough most of the guys there were checking one another out. Some more subtly than others, like they were quite used to the act of sneaking peeks, others who were just blatant and lewd with it, maintaining open eye contact with a leering glint in their eyes. A badger, with roughly the same physique and bearishness as himself, gave a welcome nod to the Pitbull, accompanied by a mischievous smile, whilst soon after a young, skinny ferret blushed furiously when Max caught him staring, averting himself almost immediately and pretended to be struggling with the stuff in his locker. It just made the dog smile, realising that unlike the clubs this might actually be the place where he could have either end of the spectrum without having to be picky or prudish. If he wanted, he could take that badger up on what he assumed to be an offer, or he could corner the ferret and make him squirm and beg for it. Heck, as Max looked around, he realised that all sorts of guys were available, from the lanky to the buff, from the small to the huge. If anything, he felt like a happy medium between them all.

Disrobing swiftly, he tried not to focus too much on the odd stares he received. Though he knew perfectly well what their intentions were and that he had no qualms to them looking, it was still a little unnerving that even as he undressed they still leered at him through the corners of their eyes. It wasn't something he was terribly unused to though. He'd had people stare at him before in the absolute nude. A towel around his waist would actually be somewhat of a reprieve.

He threw everything into his locker, not caring how it landed until everything was stored away. With a slam of the door, he twisted the key to shut it, holding it one paw as he looked around the room. Other guys rather than fixing their keys to their wrists were instead slipping them on around their ankles, or tucking them against their waists as they wrapped the towels around themselves. Max figured it seemed like a peculiar idea but decided he'd just roll with it, stooping down and raising one leg up and resting it against a bench so he could pull on the band over his footpaw. Before he was even done he got a wolf whistle and a slap to his backside, some unknown stranger passing him by. He stood up straight in a bolt, looking for the perpetrator, though it wasn't difficult. Naturally they wanted to be caught; a big hulking yak with shaggy fur was looking back over his shoulder flashing him a dirty grin. The stench that followed him was potent, thick in the air like a rich soup, concocted from musk and sweat over anything else, maybe a hint of piss if he wasn't mistaken and jizz. His towel was slung over one shoulder, damp and forgotten like it didn't matter if he even had it or not, so that his rump and crotch were proudly on show, so Max got a good look at his junk which seemed to already be spent and dripping with cum, hanging loosely between his legs though it looked to promise an impressive size, paired with a hefty sack. As he walked away with clopping hoofsteps, the dog then noticed the shiny, sticky river that was running down the backs of the yak's thighs, the signs of a thorough breeding of his own from between those furry cheeks. Max just stood there, not sure whether to laugh or to let his jaw drop that some guy had been so forward to smack his ass. The yak in question just continued to smile back at him before he disappeared back inside into the recesses of the sauna, calling out to the Pitbull with a deep, smooth voice,

"See you in there, sweet-cheeks." He was gone not long after, giving Max no time to respond. But it didn't matter. He just smirked, astonished mostly, but more thrilled on top of it. He was definitely going to enjoy himself here.

Following the way the yak had gone, Max wrapped his towel around his waist as he went, fitting it tight around him so that it covered his private parts. He wasn't a prude - at least he liked to think he wasn't - but there was just something about being entirely on show in an atmosphere of utter lewdness. There were some things he liked to tease more than just blatantly have out for all to see. It seemed like a lot of the guys were much the same, most having their towels covering their groins or backsides as they lazed about. It was some kind of common etiquette that they would all dress themselves as such, though there would always be the odd few who just didn't give much care to the code, much like the yak Max had encountered. He had thought about rooting out the guy, seeing what the pair of them could get up to since the male had made it plainly obvious what he wanted from the canine, but he was nowhere to be seen.

It begged the question of just how big exactly was this place? For an exotic species to have disappeared so quickly was surprising. Max had checked online in a precursory scouting and had only learnt that 'Underground' did have the facilities any normal sauna might, such as steam rooms, showers, hot tubs and a pool, and so far Max was walking past all that, but he was descending further and further into unmarked territory. He'd since wandered past plenty of brimming hot tubs where men were all relaxing, one of which was merely filled with a bunch of guys just chatting pleasantly amongst one another, a second which was filled with rather fat, beefy looking men all surrounding and piling in on top of a rather overwhelmed but entirely happy slim-looking cheetah. It certainly demonstrated the juxtaposition of everything, both intensely sexual and completely chilled at the same time.

But as Max strode on he was seeing less of the calmer side and more of the raunchier discretion and sly, knowing looks. Men locking eyes with him and keeping contact, only breaking off when they passed each other, some even dared to look up and down the dog as he made his way. Max knew, somehow innately, that they were judging his appearance, wondering whether they'd want him or not. He tried not to take it personally for each guy he passed - he assumed they more just scared to make a move more than they were turning him down. He hadn't made any attempt to approach someone either. He was a little at a loss as to what to do exactly, if he were to be honest with himself. Part of him was almost hoping someone else would make the first move for him and give him a sense of what to do. Like that yak, or hell the badger he'd nodded to. Someone...

He was passing by booths and cubicles, some open, some closed and locked. The few that were open were mostly unoccupied, giving Max the sight of what exactly they looked like inside. Padded bed-like benches and enough open space for two people comfortably, three at a pinch and then four at a desperate squeeze. From the ones that were closed he heard the sounds of panted moans, grunts, slapping wet flesh and screams of orgasms, sounds he was incredibly familiar with. The smell was enough to clue him in on what was happening if the noises weren't enough - men were having the times of their lives, getting blown, getting fucked, or goodness knows what else. Occasionally, though not commonly, he'd pass by a cubicle that was left unlocked but not free, casually walking past the scene of two men pounding each other's' brains out, letting anyone stop by and watch, join in if they dared, stroke themselves to the free, live-action porn. It wasn't really for Max, but he could see the appeal. He just focused on exploring, walking through the bowels of the building. It seemed to go on forever, not once had Max yet had to turn round or venture down some corridor he'd seen already before.

Eventually he found himself in some junction or hub, where several corridors all lead into this one space. In the corner was a bar-like area with staff manning a small kitchen, offering drinks and food for anyone who wanted it, coupled with a little seating area with tables and chairs, sprawling couches and a row of rather dated computers along one wall. It wasn't something Max would consider teeming, but it was busy enough to give him a sense of just how many guys must frequent this place. Television screens were mounted up on the walls, all playing various porno films depicting all sorts of scenes, a small logo in the corner faded out like a watermark indicating the studio that had so kindly provided the entertainment. Max recognised the logo immediately, probably because his eyes were caught by one of the films on show, spotting himself from when he'd freelanced as an amateur actor. Quickly he averted his eyes, deciding it might be best to move on before anyone noticed the connection between the porn playing out and the guy standing there in the room. But as he looked away, he caught the sight of something far more familiar.

Across the room sat a stallion, mane a sandy yellow but his fur a darkened black. Compared to the rest of the folks who were ambling about, milling to and fro across the room, he was a rather large guy, though sat down he stood out from what had to only be described as a crowd. Sporting a muscled body with the tones of definition showing across his abs, chest and arms, and commanding such a tall stature, it was amazing why Max didn't spot him sooner, though he chalked it up to him taking in everything around him. But it was a very familiar face. He hadn't yet caught sight of Max, but the dog had already made up his mind. It was too lucky of an opportunity to pass up. Making his way across the room, he could already feel a smile lighting up his face.

"Fancy running into you in a place like this!" he spoke aloud as he came up to the horse, who broke off from his scan of the room to look up at Max as he approached. The recognition flashed in his eyes in an instant, followed by a soft blush, something the dog considered to probably be embarrassment considering the last time they'd met.

"Holy shit, it's you!" There was a sheepishness behind his voice, unmistakable as Max helped himself to a seat so he could join the horse, "I think I remember your username, but..." He searched his brain for a moment, trailing off as he thought, "Uh... Leather Max, something like that?"

"Spot on, but just call me Max," the Pitbull grinned, having to contain himself from beaming too much. It was a stroke of luck that he'd run into the horse yet again, in the 'Underground' of all places, "I'm not sure if I ever caught your name though?"

"Drag, pleasure to finally meet you when we're not exactly..." Again the stallion trailed off, eyes cast downward to take in the fact they were both naked beneath their towels, scantily clad as they were so that everything else was bare, his muscles and Max's bulging stomach, "Well, when we're not fucking each other, at least." Max laughed, leaning back in his chair,

"As I recall, I was the one who did all the fucking." He licked his lips, the memory flooding back all too vividly, making his sheath swell beneath the fabric of the towel in fondness, "I know my dick certainly remembers tying your ass."

"I remember well enough too. I didn't sit right for days after you ripped it out of me, you dirty fuck," there was a slur of lust to his tone that Max didn't fail to pick up on. For now he'd wait to see what would play out, whether this Drag would make a move or if he'd have to wind up doing something about it, if he actually decided to. He was content though to gaze about the room to finally get a decent look at things - to people-watch, if he could call it that - now that he gave the impression he was already settled with the muscular horse.

Just as he'd seen in the changing rooms, he noted here too that the quality of each man varied as they went by. They came in all manner of sizes, both height and weight wise, some sporting muscles that bugled as they walked whilst others appeared to have no meat whatsoever upon their bones. Most would carry their towels about their waists, wrapped up as tight as they could to cover the only part any of them would be truly interested in. Occasionally there'd be a few lewd enough to not care, to have the towel clutched in one paw, tucked under an arm or even just slung about the neck like they'd just freshly come from a gym. Max idly wondered if any of them felt cold, if the chill was getting to their extremities, or even just having a towel meant they were shivering in the near enough nude, but he figured there the sauna's heating system was wracked up to some insane setting to keep everyone toasty. It was either that or the Pitbull just wasn't feeling the cold yet.

Across the room his eye caught the sight of one 'couple' exchanging pleasantries. Whilst he hadn't meant to give them his full attention, there was something that drew it regardless. He watched blankly as the two spoke quietly between one another, a rather heavy-set, older looking bear who seemed to have his arm wrapped around the shoulders of a petite rodent, someone indiscriminately small and rather plain. In Max's head he already had the image of the poor rat pinned beneath the ursine's weight, panting and squealing as the behemoth slammed a mighty prick into his tight little hole. It seemed to be the norm in these types of places, with the hunters and the hunted, the chasers and the chased. Everyone had their preference, everyone wound up somewhere between the bodies, be it on top or bottom. It was all relative really. But the canine did a double take when, out in the open for all to see, the rat become forward and stern. His expression hardened with a sly smile, a glint behind the eyes that Max knew all too well from seeing it himself. The rodent was turning dominant, paw snaking behind the bear's head and pulling him down. A similar change occurred in the gutted male, who's face softened and eyes cast downwards to avoid contact. Instead his attention was more enraptured by the rat's unfolding towel which revealed...

Max couldn't look away even if he wanted. He just stared dumbfounded as the scene played out before him of a massive male swallowing down a member that could have easily rallied beside a horse's own like Drag's and not looked even for a second out of place beside it. It just didn't make sense, something that size on such a small body, with someone making a guy three, maybe four times their size take it without needing to prove themselves except assert a little dominance. Maybe it really was that easy after all, maybe Max had dreamt up the concept of some secret code and etiquette. Perhaps he could just flat out ask the horse sitting beside him to fuck.

He coughed, turning away from the little performance the rat was making out of his big bear bitch, and focused back onto Drag,

"So what exactly is a guy like you doing here?" he asked, a little obtuse of a question but it'd get somewhere close to what he wanted to really ask. Even if he realised he could be direct, Max still felt he had to at least manoeuvre towards it, if only as a gesture of respect to a man he already knew intimately.

"What does anyone do here? They here to fuck; get laid, score some cock, get bred, who knows?" He smirked, bright ice-blue eyes somewhat glimmering in a knowing mischievousness, "Who cares?"

"It's my first time, really," Max passed comment, breaking his look away, "I don't come to these places. I'm more the online type."

"Don't I know it? Though I'm surprised, I would have thought a place like this would be just like home for a guy like you."

"You'd be more surprised to know what I've not done yet," Max glanced back to Drag, his face rather bland but his tone serious, eyes dark and grave. Whilst it might have been some irrelevant remark amidst a sea of small talk, Max hoped the unsubtle undercurrent wasn't lost on the stallion. It was as if he were trying to pass off a bad joke under faked innocence, where the attempt at pranking was clearly obvious. Drag's smile widened, brow a little furrowed as it dawned upon him,

"Oh?" He probed, perhaps too casually, too innocuously, "And what exactly would be a first for you? Anything I might be able to help with?"

Damn, he wanted Max to come forward and say it. An admission of want, something he could use against the dog, for leverage. Either of them could just as easily leave the other and find someone else in the maze of dimly lit corridors and musk-filled cubicles, but if Max wanted his first taste then he'd have to be blunt with the stallion and just say it. Otherwise the horse would be just as happy to wander off and find someone else. He wasn't exactly going to lose in either outcome, but Max might.

"I've never..." he trailed off, eyes scanning nearby faces for an eavesdropper if ever there might be one. Seeing no gazes turned their way, he leant in close to the stallion, voice hushed and tone nervous, "I've never actually been fucked before." He corrected himself hastily, stumbling for the words, "I mean, by a horse, that is." Were the nerves showing? Max had hoped not to diminish his reputation with the stallion or with anyone close by. Who knows, once he was finished with Drag he might want to take a turn topping instead, and he would need the confident boldness not to be dented. But he couldn't help but feel a blush of something caught between embarrassment and giddiness burn beneath his cheeks. It felt decadent to him to admit the truth to Drag, like confessing something naughty as if he were a child pleased with the revelation, and it only made him want the answer more. He wanted Drag to offer, to spare him the further fluster of actually making the request of him. Max could be forward when he liked, but now was not exactly one of those times.

"Oh, interesting," Drag slurred the words, elongating the syllables as he pondered the dog's concession, "I can certainly help with that." The stallion placed a paw onto his own crotch, thumb smoothing over what had to be the beginning of a bulge, "We could find somewhere private, if you liked. I just want one thing."

"What's that?" The reply came all too quickly, before Max even had a chance to think about what it might be, his mouth on autopilot. He was keen to get on with it, the temptation rising in his blood. He'd never had a horse cock before. Sure he'd seen them, obviously, and perhaps he'd come close to dabbling with them, but the sight of a slutty horse slave was seldom seen in the clubs, at least from his angle, and he didn't quite fancy submitting to some of the more dominant stallions who probably juiced with steroids or were just insanely naturally endowed for his first attempt. His gaze however lingered on Drag's groin, unable to draw himself to look back up at those blue eyes that were reading him like a book - a testosterone-fuelled, wide open book hell bent on finally fulfilling an overdue fantasy.

"I want you to ask for it." Drag leant back in his chair, as if he were reading the very thoughts of the canine, "Loud and clear for everyone to hear, so they all know without a doubt what's gonna happen when we go off together."

Max swallowed. There was no way around this, was there? It was a small price to pay, if a little emasculating essentially admitting to the room that he was about to get his ass reamed by a stallion of all people. Hell, if anything it might just seal Max's fate of not scoring any tail himself for the rest of his visit and might spur on a few other guys to take a go at his ass. He'd be reduced to the kind of bottom he'd normally pick up himself and fuck for an hour or two until they beg for mercy. He wondered if he would beg, being a stronger man than they with a steelier resolve?

"Please," he said, clearing his throat and announcing to no-one in particular, though quite a few heads swivelled in their direction, "Will you fuck me? I want you to fuck me."

"Why?" Drag was being coy, pretending to everyone else he didn't know the reason. He wanted them all to know though. He wanted them to know just exactly he was about to take from the dog.

"Because I've never been fucked by a horse before."

There were a few chuckles and smirks, maybe someone hollered out something to the pair but Max didn't hear it. His heart was thundering in his ears, chest feeling like it might just burst as he stared at Drag, waiting for him to make the next move. In his head he repeated the same plea for pity over and over, to save him from the unending shame of having to speak aloud what they were about to do.

Whether the stallion heard it or not will remain a mystery, because Drag stood up nonetheless and gestured for the Pitbull to follow him. No more words were said, just the horse trotting off in the direction of the shady halls, a casual glance back over one shoulder to see if Max was following in tow. With little else to be done, he didn't see much choice else but to politely oblige, getting to his footpaws and making his way after the stallion.

It didn't take much time to find an empty stall. Max speculated for a moment if Drag had simply picked it out of convenience or for some ulterior motive so that everyone could hear within earshot of that little hub they'd just left, but he didn't try to dwell on it. It wouldn't matter. He watched the horse climb in only to clamber in himself a second later. As he went to close the door, finding the lock on the side and breathing a sigh of momentary relief that he could shut out the men beyond these thin wooden walls and be rid of the burning embarrassment, he found Drag's paw stopping him, grabbing a hold of his forearm with the other raised, wagging a finger at him,

"I want them all to see this."

Reluctantly, Max let go of the door, leaving it wide open for passers-by to stand and watch, to cast a glance their way to see what they were up to. It wasn't as ideal as he would have liked, but Max was no stranger to some mild exhibitionism. He'd done a lot worse in his time.

He turned his attention then back to Drag, who had lied down upon his back, propped up on both elbows as he lay there, smirking up at the Pitbull,

"Show me what you can do then, big dog."

He was allowing Max at least the reprieve of some control, though as much of a semblance as it may be. A chance for him to for the time being let things go at his own pace, to not put him off entirely from stallion cock. Max was well aware himself that the key to everything and anything regarding anal was foreplay. It relaxed everyone involved, got them comfortable, a necessity if it was someone's first time. Though the dog was no virgin, something that size was a new experience, and that brought with it the challenge of the unknown, if only from his end. He could feel the rush of excitement returning though, the soar of humiliation leaving his system as he finally realised this would be the moment he'd been longing to satisfy for months, years even, ever since he'd gotten bolder on the hook-up scene. His tail was even wagging, his entire body buzzing with this unspeakable energy that just wanted to be let out. With shaking paws he made himself comfortable squatting over the horse's legs, near-straddling the man as he peeled off his own towel before making a snatch at Drag's own. He wanted them both naked as soon as possible, to cement this feeling in reality and make sure he wasn't just dreaming it all up. He unfurled the ends of Drag's towel and laid it out beneath him, revealing the male's crotch to him. It wasn't an unfamiliar sight, but Max still found himself gulping back brief anticipation as his fingers brushed against the soft, short fur that surrounding Drag's sheath. Two fat balls sat between his legs, carelessly plush against the side of his thigh, as if they'd naturally fallen like that for an artistic pose. Max found himself wrapping one paw under them just to feel the weight, lifting up the sack and cupping the orbs against his palm. The heat was astonishing, searing against his paw, brimming with potency. It could have very well been the temperature of the building being cranked up, or it might have been Drag's natural body, but it was intense. His fascination however quickly moved to the main entertainment, fingers dancing around the edge of Drag's sheath. It was sunken into his body, leathery folds hiding away the prize inside, marked with an indication of a sandy treasure trail that ran down his navel and collected at his pubes. Already Max could see though the wet black head rising up. He sat back as he watched, mesmerised, as with each pulse and heartbeat Drag's member throbbed into life. It rose up into the air, thickening and hardening with each passing second, until its full length, blotched with pink amongst dark ebony and glistening with dribbles of pre stood tall for Max to soak up. His mouth had run dry. This was finally it.

Reaching out with one paw, he gingerly took a hold of the meaty shaft. It was spongier than he might have thought it would be, the texture totally different being rough and grainy rather than smoother like his own flesh. Instinctively he let his other paw wander down to grope himself, his cock already rushing to burst free from its confines as his fingers teased his tip. He let his grips roam, stroking himself as he got acquainted with Drag's length, following the bent curve from flare to base, bumping across the medial ring and slipping through the sticky pre. He was a faucet himself, already leaving his paw a dripping mess whilst Max was still having to spread the horse's over his cock in a fine film. He very much wanted to taste it, but he was compelled to do something first, if only for his own satisfaction.

He shuffled forwards on his knees, planting his own crotch firmly against Drag's. Hot balls were mashed up against his own, his knot pressed up to the base of the stallion's spire, his cock only reaching up so far before Drag just put him to shame. He didn't feel inferior, he knew he could make any man quiver and scream to his own orgasm with his own tool, but there was no denying he was smaller than the horse. It was just a simple fact of nature, nothing to be debated. He wrapped both his paws around their lengths, holding his underside to Drag's, feeling the touch of the male's cock at his own. The heat was phenomenally euphoric, riling up Max's desire to just sit down on Drag right there and then. He doubted if it was anything physical, merely some mental overwhelming lust that was raking at his sensibility, but he was inclined to listen to it, just this once. He found himself softly humping his hips forwards, grinding his cock and Drag's within his paws as he pivoted back and forth. It felt amazing, so warm and slippery, and the more he rocked against the stallion's meat the wetter he got, his own pre coating Drag in a matter of minutes. He even let go of their cocks just so he could steady himself against the horse, feeling his hips begin to buck on natural intentions, his head just hovering over the man below him, shallow pants rising up from his belly as he could feel his body glowing with pleasure. Beneath his paw he could feel the tension of Drag's abdomen, their weight joined together as he thrust against him, their lips just inches away from one another...

He might have carried on until he came, just humping against the horse's dick, but Drag stopped him, pushing the male back carefully and slowly, easing him up,

"Ease up there, Max; don't want you getting ahead of yourself." He wriggled out from beneath the dog's legs and sat up, legs still spread and cock bobbing between them, stood upright all the while, "Why don't you put that mouth to some use instead?"

Though he could feel the blood rushing in his ears again as his heart once more started up a thumping concerto, he nodded and swallowed, lowering his head down to greet the tip of Drag's cock with his lips. With one paw he gripped a firm hold of the base to steady the monster, whilst he parted his mouth and opened wide to take in the head, tongue just dipping out to catch the droplet of pre that sat at the top. Salty and bitter, as good as any other male and something Max was well versed with. It was the following sensation of sliding his muzzle down over the fat shaft that was something alien - to hold was one thing, to swallow was another. He kept himself to the first few inches, those that he could actually manage without gagging himself, and acclimatised himself. His head moved slowly up and down, working over the same portion, but he was enjoying it. His tongue ran against the thickness, testing the surface and lapping against the flesh, scoping out every possible sensation to catalogue in his head for later. There was no chance he would forget a moment of this, so he wanted to make sure he had a detail of everything. Drag just sat back, languid as ever, whilst he relished in the dog's mouth, leaving him to set his own pace. He didn't doubt that the dog would get more confident with his abilities and try to go deeper.

Max was convinced he was in a vulnerable position. As he stooped low, ass raised in the air with his tail naturally held high and with his back to the door, he was sure anyone who was passing could just look inside and see him stuffing his mouth full of horse cock whilst he rear and hole were presented for just about anyone to see. He feared maybe someone might take it as an open invitation to join in, that someone would try to mount him at random, but it never happened. The chill against his crack though was something he simply couldn't ignore, even as he slid further down Drag's shaft. He was even beginning to taste himself intermingled with the stallion's own juices, some errant smears of his own pre now mixing in with the dog's saliva. It was tough, he will admit, trying to take as much of the horse as he could, risking every chance to gag and retch up by reflex. But he was trying. He wanted to impress the stallion, to show he wasn't simply a novice at this, to prove he'd done this sort of thing before, just never with a stallion on his side. He could feel Drag tapping at his throat, the cock pushing deeper down upon each attempt. It took all of Max's nerve to resist his body's urge to cough it all back up, but it was getting easier. As the sensation was eroded away, he felt more and more comfortable letting Drag use his throat as a sleeve. He didn't even register when he felt paws wrap around his skull, thumbs pressed against his ears, just above his brow, clamp down and begin to take over. Drag matched the canine's movements at first, and slowly began to introduce his own speed, his own force, bringing Max's muzzle down sooner than the dog had intended, pulling him up quicker than usual. For the canine, it was a smooth takeover, something he didn't even realise had happened until he could feel spit gargling up and grunts coming from above him as Drag fucked his face, hips pumping up to meet the dog's nose. It would get pushed and ground into the dusty pubes before he'd be pulled unceremoniously back up, only to then be yanked down all too quickly once more. Max sucked as hard as he could, knowing now his role was to let the horse do what he wanted rather to be in control himself, and obediently let Drag work himself up as he panted and groaned,

"Fuck yeah, hot muzzle." Max closed his eyes, his neck growing sore and his jaw screaming in an ache from being overstretched and overstuffed, "So wet and tight." He was running low on air, unable to snatch a snort of oxygen each time Drag pulled out, his lungs burning to breathe, "Take it like a man! Fuck yes." Holding down the dog's head in a final thrust, Max thought the stallion might be cumming much to his dismay, but he was mistaken. Nothing happened. He waited, held down with his nose smothered in a forest of blond fur and chin wet with dribble pressed into the stallion's ample sack, breathing in his smell and feeling hot, thick flesh throbbing deep within his throat. Drag just continued to hold him firmly, sighing happily with his head tilted back as he was balls-deep in Max's muzzle and throat. Part of him was beginning to panic if the stallion would ever release him, give him some respite, as it became increasingly difficult, dangerously so, to ignore the need to breathe. He began to struggle, body tugging at Drag's grasp and his torso twisting and contorting to get away, but Drag's size did not belie his strength. His muscles were well awarded, and he only strengthened his hold as Max continued to squirm, "Yeah, feel me in you, know exactly who's in charge here. Take it like a man, not some camp dude with a limp wrist."

It seemed to be forever, with Max fearing he might pass out at any moment, but finally Drag released him, letting the sides of his head go. The Pitbull quickly pulled himself off and spluttered for a gasp of air, paw reaching up to rub the outside of his neck against the apple, soothing the sore muscles that were feeling quite overworked now. He wheezed in the much needed breaths, sitting back on his haunches as Drag flashed him a rather apologetic smile,

"Sorry, got a bit carried away there, you alright?"

Max nodded. It wasn't awful, just unexpected. He hadn't figured the horse might have a small slither of dominance in him,

"Yeah, I'm fine. That was awesome, but heads-up next time, yeah?" Drag just laughed, stroking his member which now was dripping in pre and saliva,

"Sure, I'll let you know when you're inhaling my dick again that I'm gonna skull-fuck your brains out." He raised one eyebrow as Max's breathing settled, "So, now that we're both riled up, how do you wanna take it, because I'm desperate to bust a nut here."

It was his call, but they were edging nearer to the ultimate point. Max could feel his body resisting the urge, through the discomfort of a stretched jaw he was more and more acutely aware just exactly what he was about to undertake, and now part of him quelled at the thought. But he wanted this, like with any fear he would just have to take the plunge, but he did want this. It wasn't some spur of the moment thing, not some passing fancy, it was something ingrained into him to the point where it might have teetered into an obsession. Once he submitted, if you could even call it that, to Drag's cock, then there'd be no turning back. As sure as he was that the stallion wouldn't push him to do anything he didn't want to do, he knew it was more on his part that he just couldn't say no, no matter how much his brain might have disagreed with his senses. It really was a moment where he led with his dick - or rather, ass in this case - than his head.

"Missionary, I heard it's easier." He was given a shrug of broad shoulders,

"Dealer's choice!"

Drag scooted to one side and gave the dog room to lie himself down, lifting simultaneously onto his knees as they cumbersomely rotated around one another and got into position. With clumsy grace, Max pulled back his legs, rocking his waist back as that he rested his weight on his spine, the lukewarm leather he lay against still ebbing with Drag's body heat. There was a faint smell of disinfectant he couldn't quite shift from his senses as he became hyperaware of everything around him whilst anxiety rose up. The walls seemed to be too tight around them both, climbing up high towards the ceiling and blotting out much of the light, shady as it was; Max could see however, just behind the silhouette of the stallion know kneeling over him, the corridor beyond them both, outside of the cubicle. Whilst nobody seemed to be lingering too long, it was impossible not to be conscious of the fact that some men were watching, if only in a passing looks, but still all the same peering in without guilt or modesty and staring. Max found himself much like the bear he'd seen before, used by the horse in a turn of events that might have surprised others, given his appearance. He was the bottom, literally asking for a hung male to fuck him long and hard, despite everything he made out to be of a proud, beefy top.

His paws reached down behind his thighs to grasp at his cheeks, pulling apart the two globes of flesh to reveal his hole to the stallion. There was a heady anticipation as Max waited, gazing up at the horse between the frame of his limbs, feeling cool air rush against his exposed pucker. It would just be seconds away, surely. All it would take is Drag to be particularly rough and slam home into him. It would probably hurt. Well, it would definitely hurt, but Max just wanted to be done with it. But as the thought occurred to him, it seemed the horse already had the answer in mind. There was a rude, rough sound hack that rose up in his chest, only to then gargle at his throat before he let a glob of saliva drop down and land against Max's hole with a lewd splat. The feeling was rank, yet oddly satisfying, as Drag worked two fingers against the dog's ass, rubbing in the spit to line the way. His shaft itself was already dripping and ready, it was just a matter of making sure he had a fair chance. Naturally it wasn't Max's first time taking dick, so it didn't take long for the stallion to work in his digits until the knuckle was pressing against the dark fleshy rim. As he eased in a third, the dog couldn't help but wince. Not that it was painful, just uncomfortable as he was made to stretch around the paw being pushed into him. There was that recognisable strain where we had to calm down and just relax as many muscles as he could from the waist down. It was difficult, mentally shutting them all off and trying to resist yet another reflex to push back against those fingers, to expel them, but Max knew it would only complicate things rather unnecessarily. He just bit his lip and snorted huffs of air as Drag added a second wad of spit to really slicken him up, his digits working as a piston to open the dog's hole, three fingers bearing down to the knuckle only to then be prised apart, preparing him for the main ordeal.

"You ready?" Drag asked, pulling his paw free from Max's ass, wiping his paw against one of the strayed towels, returning to stroke his cock in anticipation. It was a gesture of kindness, a last chance to say no and do something more up to the canine's speed that he knew he could manage, but no. He'd committed to it. He'd follow through.

"Go for it."

The stallion edged forward a little on his knees, giving himself the purchase to angle back his hips with his cock held in one paw. The bulbous head, blunt and dripping with pre, was pressed down against Max's hole. Together they let out a grunt, though Max would have considered his to be far louder and out of discomfort than Drag's soft sigh of what he could only assume was pleasure. He could feel the muscles giving way, bending in on themselves as the horse was insistent, bearing his weight behind him to let gravity aid in the process. With a dulled, slick gulp the head was swallowed inside, the rim expanding only to then close tightly around just the beginning of Drag's shaft. He let out a panted chuckle as he finally entered the dog, but all Max could focus on was his hole, already overfilled and wanting the intrusion out, clamping down around the thick girth. Was this how any other bottom felt when they were bred by a stallion? Was this what they went through? These initial moments of pain and sensation of being overstuffed, did they just endure until it became nice or was it something to simply be tolerated until the end? Max began to worry that maybe the whole thrill of it was merely derived from the intensity, that there was nothing to be had whatsoever in terms of immediate pay-off. He gritted his teeth. He was in for the long haul now, whether he liked it or not.

Levering himself in now, Max groaned as he felt his insides part, the long, thick shaft tunnelling into him slowly. Drag was taking it easy, his paws holding into the dog's thighs for support as he pushed on. Dark, blotched flesh disappeared into the canine's ass, engulfed by the rim as it felt like it was only stretching wider and wider. Max was sure the stallion's cock wasn't that much thicker at the base, if even it was, but it felt like it. As each inch was fed into his hole, he would grunt when it became particularly difficult, worked open to limits he'd never thought he'd truly reach. It was only comparable to the feel of a knot, he supposed, only not quite like the sharp brief pain of something far too large entering an entrance too small, but rather something gradual and drawn out. Like it took that moment and elongated and granted the feature, for he could not decide whether it would be a perk or a disservice, to the equine species for them to do with what they will. For Drag in particular, this was to enjoy and relish in the feeling of slowly spearing the dog's hole onto his member. Yet still he pushed, and Max began to wonder if there ever was going to be an end. His own erection had waned, the knot softened slightly as he overcame the bursting soreness that ebbed and came in hums. His mind was more attuned however to the feeling of the cock deep inside him, heading only deeper still as he pushed at his innards, something so alien and clear moving through the dense fog of sensation in his guts. He grunted when it hit his prostate, a momentary stab of something akin to pleasure, but it was gone in an instant as yet more of the stallion's manhood was slid into him.

He let out a stricken whine. Never did he think it would be truly this agonisingly slow and difficult, a new admiration for the size queens he'd met in his time. Taking a stallion was no easy feat.

"Nearly there..."

A bump past Max's rim signalled the ring some two thirds the way down Drag's shaft; he was getting closer to the hilt. It was a surge of relief more than elation as he felt the shaft level out, no longer stretching him further, but keeping its thickness. He finally relaxed, head rolling back to thump against the padded bed as Drag just slipped in the last few inches, balls thudding softly against the Pitbull's tail-base.

"Fuck," Drag groaned, a lusty grin smacked across his lips, "There we go, nice and deep. You feel that?"

Max didn't respond. Honestly he might have had he been confident his voice would be his own to use. He just grunted, letting out a strained moan as he felt Drag's cock flex inside him with a pulse of his heartbeat. But he could feel it indeed, just as the stallion described it, the blunt head hitting something deep inside him he never thought he'd reach, keeping him stretched open around the heavy member. He didn't dare move, he feared if he did something would go wrong, something would make it all feel horrifically painful, because all the sensation was now was indescribably extreme. Too full and too open at once, the invasion something unlike anything before. His eyes felt like rolling into the back of his head, his teeth still clenched and his claws digging into his buttocks. It was like an electric current had been passed through his entire body, every muscle on edge, every synapse firing in a singular response to this foreign dick pushing into him, held deep and refusing to budge. Not that he was trying to get rid of it, just that it plagued his mind attempting to adjust.

Wincing, Max shut his eyes as he felt Drag pull his cock back. Many, many inches of horse flesh began to retreat from his bowels, the sides stroking along his inner walls in a fluid, single motion. The sensation was shuddering, of warm meat grinding and sliding along his guts, Drag pulling himself back to free his cock from the hot depths. He let out a happy moan as clearly the tightness was not just simply enjoyable but exquisite. Max put more of his attention to just getting through the first few minutes, hoping vainly that eventually things would even out, that the longer he waited, the better he could cope. He waited for that first glimmer of pleasure to burn along his nerves, knowing it simply couldn't come along in a jolly skip but in a slow, curdling crawl. As much as he might have liked to have some control, he let Drag set the pace. He trusted the stallion to know what he was doing, especially with an ass that was a virgin to his kind. Part of Max suspected this wasn't the first time for Drag to be taking a newbie, and though he'd never like to admit it, the dog was in the same boat as all of them before. The outstroke was slow, measured, and careful. Like Drag wanted to make sure Max got the full service, understood just what exactly would be ploughing him fairly shortly, but the in-stroke was faster. Not so quick as to hurt, but enough to get Max to let out a heavy grunt and snort of air, the force driving his body back with the movement. He could feel it inside him slam against and then roll over his prostate, working copious drools of pre from his cock, before Drag only repeated the action again. Out and in, slow and fast, soft and hard. Honestly he could never have said how long this went on for, but in his brain Max was convinced it was far longer than it really ought to be. Perhaps Drag wanted to put on a show for whoever may be watching over his shoulder, peeping through the holes in the wall, but by the time the Pitbull had gotten used to having the monster rake his guts he was beginning almost to grow attuned to the feeling, like it had always been there, a sore ache and hollowed sensation that simply lived within his abdomen. His cock had even begun to firm up again as he contemplated now how Drag would kick it up a notch.

"Brace yourself."

The two words, when they did finally come, came all too suddenly for Max to realise. He'd been waiting sure but when they finally burnt in his ears he was close to saying no, to deferring Drag, but he didn't have the time. As he let go of his cheeks and clamped his paws down against the edge of the padded top, the stallion rammed home. It was like a jackhammer hitting his guts, sending ripples up his colon and giving Max a bright, powerful explosion of pleasure and pain all at once. Arguably he couldn't tell which, his mind was too delirious to cope, and he wasn't afforded the chance to wait as Drag pulled back in one swift, equally fast motion. His hips moved with the grace of any professional porn star, muscles moving as if part of a fine dance flexing beneath his hide, as he worked them backwards and forwards. Max might have admired the elegance of it all were he not the victim getting the life pounded out of him. His hole complained and his guts protested, sucking and squelching as horse meat drove into them and then back out again, his rim stretched well and truly and a bored shaft dug into his abdomen fitting the stallion perfectly. But his eyes however, as his mind tried to wrap around the feeling his stomach and ass were sending him, were trying to understand the expression on Drag's face. Whilst not vicious nor soft, it was caught somewhere between a fierce, primal glare of what had to be arousal, of male blood ignited with the chance to breed and sow his seed in a mare. This look upon his snout, eyes piercing into Max's own without remorse, coupled to the fact his body, now heaving with sweat and muscles bulging beneath the smoky hair, moved in such a ferocious manner as it practically didn't just fuck but truly rutted the male's ass made something inside the dog quiver with that forgotten treasure of submission he'd tucked away. It came ballooning forth as he let out strangled moans, caught within the throes of his pleasure whilst his ass was reamed by the large cock.

If Max could have witnessed the scene before him, he might probably have never recognised himself. His body drenched now in sweat much alike the horse looming over him whose hips continued to just hammer and slam away at his poor battered cheeks, fur matted and ruffled, drool running down his muzzle and his cock so painfully hard that he didn't dare touch it in case he came too soon, he was the epitome of a slut. It was an odd realisation to come to, but Max decided just to embrace it, just this once here and now. His words were garbled and incoherent, but he made sure to live up to everyone's expectations who were outside, crying out and moaning so loudly he could have very well passed for a porno. The feeling in his guts was growing intense, impaled upon the stallion's thick member, his ass clenching as it might doing nothing to stop the onslaught and the tirade as Drag rode him hard. The horse even had the audacity to move his paws away from Max's thighs, planting each palm just above either of the dog's head, legs now slung over one shoulder each so that he could bend down and fuck the canine even harder, faster, with every ounce of strength he had.

Max didn't even hesitate. He reached up, craning his neck to meet Drag's lips and locked his mouth against them, passionately kissing the stud for all he could muster, tongues writhing and wrestling against one another with the stallion getting into it. A teasing nibble of the bottom lip made Drag growl, a devilish smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, whilst behind Max's eyes bloomed something new, a sense of flirtation, of naughtiness normally associated to the skilled bottoms who could taunt any size male and beg for it. Through the tiny breaks for air, panting hard as they were with chests heaving, Max found his paws wrapping around his length. He couldn't resist it. One set of finger and thumb was placed beneath his knot and closed tight, simulating a tie, whilst the other furiously jacked and squeezed the inches he could, moving at a blistering speed as his hips bucked. With Drag still tapping at his backdoor with the equivalent of a sledgehammer, it didn't take Max long. The urge to shoot did as he expected, rose up from his abdomen with little effort, careening through his system that was already overloaded with trying to process the cock slamming through him. He screamed out, momentarily breaking from Drag's muzzle, as he moaned high into the air as his cock spasmed in his paw. The feeling of relief, of blissful and euphoric release whilst a horse still rammed at his rear, was astonishing. Hot jets of dog cum splattered against his chest, over and over, more than he ever thought he would produce, as his balls emptied themselves. Some streaked up across his muzzle on the first few shots, strong enough to paint his nose and lips in off-white, the taste of himself soaking to his tongue and cheeks, bitter and musky, whilst the rest of his seed was left to collect and smear across his stomach and torso. By the time Max was finished, his whole gut, normally a soft yellow in colour, was sticky and wet, covered with creamy jizz.

The Pitbull's orgasm didn't seem to warrant a pause for Drag. He carried on fucking the dog relentlessly, as if nothing had happened. Max was forced to ride out on the climax whilst the stallion was insistent on achieving his own and breeding his ass. Once again they shared a kiss, though Drag seemed more interested now in letting his mouth wander, tongue lapping down Max's neck, licking up each streak of cum he could find before he reached the glory of his chest, savouring and suckling upon the muscles and nipples, eating up every speck that he could. He was groaning that much the dog was sure of, as he could feel the vibrations through his rib cage joining his own pained moans and heady whimpers. Made to go on after already orgasming left Max exhausted, and though he knew he could go another round it was much too soon just to carry on as Drag was doing. He just had to wait until the stallion was finally ready to let loose, head rolling back once more against the padding, panting in struggled gasps as now the sensation of the horse within him became all the more real and vivid.

Fortunately luck was on his side. Whether it was something between his tightness, the length of time they'd been fucking, or if it was the dog finally climaxing that set Drag's inner workings off, Max couldn't tell. But it wasn't long until he heard the stallion's grunts becoming deeper, more guttural, as they rose up from further down in his chest. The thrusts were becoming erratic too, equine instincts taking over as Drag gave in to them, rutting hard what he could, when he could, for no care to rhythm or strokes. It was about the last few inches that continued to slide in and out of Max's ass, head bumping and grinding still against an overworked prostate that could no longer take it, simply broadcasting back an oversensitive feeling of sharp pleasure. In one loud whinny, Drag slammed in as hard as he could, balls slapping the dog's ass a final time whilst his hips continued to buck, crotch mashed against the Pitbull's stretched rim. Max gasped as he felt the sudden rush hit him like a hose. It could only be described as a torrent of cum flooding into him, one jet, two, three, only to be then followed by many more that soon he just lost count and gave up entirely. The heat radiated through his guts as Drag carried on pumping into him, teeth bared and head thrown back, grunting hard and shouting out as he came. Max could feel it backing up, gurgling within his overfilled swollen abdomen that housed a massive stallion and now gallons of seed. His rim, ruined for now, leaked the creamy jizz back out, feeling the lukewarm trickle down his ass and pooling onto the bed below, seeping into the towel beneath them. Some matted down Drag's fur, running along the curve of his sack, but he didn't remove himself, not at first. He made sure he was milked dry before, looking down at the fatigued dog; he gave him a friendly, sneaky smile before pulling himself out.

With a heavy, surprised groan, Max didn't have time to ready himself before he felt it. As the flare of the horse's cock scraped against his inner walls was removed from his hole with a lewd pop, all that had been plugged back came gushing out. It spilled from his ass and onto the now soiled cubicle, the stench of sweat and now cum not simply drifting through the air but filling it, until it became thick and intoxicating, the only thing Max seemed to smell when he took a breath. He just lay there, legs still held back by his paws weakly, as he flexed his hole and pushed more of the loud out, Drag squatting back on his haunches with a spent cock now drooping as it lost its erection. He didn't seem to mind the growing flood of seed that now seemed to expand out from where they were, soaking his knees and shins whilst Max felt the wetness creep up his back. He felt slutty and ashamed, cheeks burning red, yet thoroughly used and excited. He wanted more. Why he couldn't say really, not in his current state of mind, but he wanted the stallion to fuck him again. It was insatiable, the hunger that rose up inside him. Like a dark pit that, now opened, couldn't be filled.

"Please..." Max breathed, cum drunk, "Fuck me again." He got a laugh from Drag, who got up and out of the cubicle, snatching up the cleaner of the two towels to wipe himself off,

"Later, when I've had a chance to recuperate and maybe sampled a few other guys here," he winked at the Pitbull, "You're not the only one who likes a big prick up the ass." He stepped aside, backwards from the doorway, as some other figure moved into view, just peering round the corner, eyes dark with predatory delight and a fat, heavy looking cock jutting out from the male's crotch. Max couldn't even tell his species or who he might have been; his mind just focused in one the sole thing that mattered dangling between his legs. Drag cleared his throat, "But I think this gentleman here - and a few others, it seems - would be more than happy to keep you 'occupied' until I return."

The stallion slapped the other guy on the shoulder, leaning in to his ear,

"Make sure to breed him nice and good. I'm a bit partial to rimming and I fancy eating him out when you're all done with him."

He disappeared from view. Max wasn't even sure if he'd even left yet to go procure some other male for more debauchery. The other guy, whoever he was, had already clambered in, eager to already fill the dog's overflowing creamed ass, that he'd blocked out the doorway to see the corridor beyond. With a struggling grunt and a lusty moan, Max threw his head back once more as he felt a fat cock slide into him with ease, cum lubing the way for one of many, many breedings.