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In the modern age, the night life was truly a wild one, and the spirit of free love in the 60's and 70's was alive and well; sex was everywhere, and it didn't take a lot of looking to find a willing partner.

To find a willing partner who shared every single one of your preferences, however? That was a little bit more difficult.

The internet was a great avenue to use for hooking up with random strangers, and with the dawn of the information age, it was rare that people had a list of fetishes that wasn't populated by something that was once considered out of the ordinary. You could search for a partner by preference of dominance, whether or not they were into ageplay, if they preferred sex to be bareback...just by the click of a button, or tapping on a smartphone, you could set up your profile, and be off to the most unusual sex you'd ever had in your life.

Alex, however, wasn't looking for anything too far out of the ordinary, and despite his age of 19 years old, he was took after the old school: meeting someone, even if it was just for a one night stand, meant going out to the bar and finding them firsthand, instead of going onto an app like Grindr and waiting around for them to show up.

Something about that always felt rather awkward to him. The meetings felt too forced and unusual.

Meeting someone at a bar, though? For Alex, it felt organic. There had to be at least something of a real spark of attraction between him and the person he saw, and it was something that couldn't be described in data. In his mind, the only real way to forge a connection was by seeing it in someone else at random, rather than building himself a perfect boyfriend through an app.

There was only one problem with his approach, when it came to bars: he wasn't old enough to get into most of the bars downtown, and even if he was, he couldn't order himself a drink.

He was lucky, however, to live in the downtown of a large city, which meant that main street was lined with hotels, and in the lobby of almost every single hotel was a bar that would at least let him sit at the counter and snack on peanuts and posture. He could wear whatever outfit he wanted to fit the occasion of the day, and though his personality was slightly fluid, he was almost always the same person...

...A slightly taller than average lynx, brimming with enough confidence that he occasionally had to hide it, and a dominant streak that he found it somewhat difficult to control. His fur was a shade of tawny that was pleasing to the eyes, and the darker shaded spots gave his fur a contrast that was fun to look at, but not unnatural or painful. That night specifically, his underbelly of cream was covered up by a nice, tucked in shirt of white, with a classy vest of black worn over it, hanging open to avoid looking too professional.

After all, he was at the biggest party of the year, and there was no doubt that someone would be looking his way.

"They're starting to hand out the champagne!" the bartender declared, as everyone at the overcrowded bar cheered. It was New Year's Eve, and the hotel was almost entirely booked up with tourists looking to see the city and fireworks, and couples that had nowhere else to go to get some privacy away from their kids. In the midst of all that culture was Alex, occasionally adjusting the thin, sophisticated lenses of his glasses, and playing with the barbell piercings in his sharp, left ear anytime somebody cute walked by.

Tonight, he wanted to lure someone in. He wasn't looking for a kinky romp by any means, but he wasn't looking to be entirely vanilla...he wanted to switch things up a bit.

He was going to find the cutest, sexiest guy at the bar and win them over, wanting to ring in the new year with a lustful session to top every other encounter of yesteryear, and dominate them until the morning sun was shining through the windows of their hotel room. Alex had just enough money to pay for the cost of a room himself if he needed to, and as the bartender passed him a glass of what might have been champagne, he smiled, said "Thank you," and turned his attention back to the roaming crowd.

A party like this one was in no short supply of sensual males to gaze upon, and Alex had been window shopping since the moment he walked in the door. He was actually finding himself a bit indecisive at the selection that he had to choose from, only discounting a male if they were clearly taken by a female, or clearly too drunk to perform.

Even after he narrowed down his field of vision that way, he was having trouble picking just one target to nail down on, and it left him distant and distracted, even as people throughout the crowd ran around, giddy with excitement for the countdown to start.

"Don't tell me...you're alone to start the new year, too...?"

The voice that managed to snap Alex back to reality was only successful due to how timid and subdued it was. There was a wobble of uncertainty to the words, and Alex raised a brow as he turned to his left side and saw a deer towering over him physically, and yet, standing beneath him, emotionally.

"I like to leave my options open at a party like this," Alex admitted, trying to play rather cool and calm to start with. This deer seemed a lot like the average variety; come at him too fast, and he'd likely disappear into the woods. "Though it would be a shame if I made it all the way to midnight without someone to share a kiss with."

"It must be nice to be that popular," Robin said, clearing appearing flustered at the thought. "I can't remember the last time I had someone to kiss at midnight...on New Year's or otherwise."

Alex could feel the slight sadness from the deer, and while it wasn't quite what he was looking for, he was more than happy to full turn and admire the cervine creature. He stood not quite a foot taller than Alex, but his warm, chocolate brown eyes held an emotional honesty to them, one that Alex could easily read with his own green orbs. The deer had no reason to be timid, as the tight, thin, v-neck sweater around his torso did nothing to obscure the powerful muscles upon his arms, or even the way his abdomen was gilded with layers of thick, brawny mass. Alex knew that he'd start blushing if he gazed too deeply, and yet, the lynx couldn't help wondering just how firm the deer's rump was in the black slacks that acted like a second fur coat on his legs.

"I wouldn't call myself popular," Alex suggested, "I just do my best to be a warm and welcoming guy! I'm sure it'd work out just as well for you if you tried it, Mr...?"

"O-oh, please. Call me Robin," the deer replied, managing a cheesy, nervous smile and offering his paw to Alex. The lynx happily shook it, and then, perked his ears up to the sound of the countdown, starting from ten and moving fast. Just like that, the party had disappeared for the lynx, all the the gaze of this tall, handsome deer.

Well, I guess we have our winner...

"It's very nice to meet you, Robin," Alex replied. "You can call me Alex...all of my friends do."

The question prying at Robin's mind was so obvious that Alex could practically hear the thoughts jumping from him, but he decided to take the initiative and tug Robin's paw closer, while he still had it in his grasp.

"It'd be a crime to let someone as cute and sweet as yourself go without a midnight kiss," Alex suggested, finally laying the charm on Robin and taking a step closer to him. The deer trembled just a tiny bit and let out a gasp as the countdown hit five, and the cheering of the crowd nearly drowned out their words. "Might I have the honor...?"

Robin's shy, inward smile grew a little wider, and the lighter fur upon his cheeks burned red as he leaned down a little bit, and Alex leaned up into his body. The lynx rested his free paw on Robin's hip as he came in closer, flashed the deer the quickest of winks, and closed his eyes for the kiss, just in time for the crowd to usher in the new year.

Their lips met just at the count of "ONE!", and Robin's eyes took a moment longer to close as he gasped in shocked delight. He never expected Alex to be so forward, but he couldn't have been happier with the result, as he slowly settled into the kiss, letting Alex take the lead in spreading his lips open just slightly.

Be it the heat of the moment, or the growing passion Alex felt for Robin, this was a first kiss the deer would never forget.

"Mnnn..nff...I..." Robin tried to speak, regrettably pulling his lips back, just a breath from the advancing lynx, "I...I really like this, Alex, but...I'm not such a public person..."

Alex snickered at the shy deer and kept a grip on his paw, something Robin didn't seem to mind one bit. "It's just a kiss, Robin...but I understand. Some people like to keep things behind closed doors...is that what you're getting at?"

Robin's cheeks flushed a fresh shade of red at the question, but the tall, stout deer couldn't possibly resist the clever wiles, charm, good looks, and breathtaking kiss of the lynx before him.

"I've...I mean...I've got a room, if that's what you're really getting at..."

Alex nodded firmly. "I am."

Robin felt a hint of disbelief in himself as he gave a quick tug on Alex's paw, toward the elevators. "L-let's go..."

**

Robin looked a little bit younger than his age would tell, even at the youthful age of 28, but it seemed that Alex was the far more experienced, and certainly far more amorous of the two.

The lynx did his best to be respectful the entire elevator ride up to the 17th floor, where Robin was staying. He kept his free paw to himself almost the entire time, resisting the urge to give the firm, squeezable rump of the deer a quick swat. It looked like it had been painted onto his body...despite being so shy, the deer was chiseled right out of a block of marble, and Alex couldn't believe his good fortune that he was turning out so timid.

I'll be able to make this big lug do whatever I want...and he's gonna look damn good doing it...

Still, with that thought, Alex wanted to confirm a thing or two as Robin pressed his key to the RF lock and opened the door to his room. "It's very sweet of you to invite me in, Robin, but...are we on the same page about why I'm here?"

Robin giggled quietly and ushered Alex in, closing the door behind him and locking the dead bolt. "I already told you, Alex...I'm just not a very public person. I know exactly what you were getting at..."

Grinning from ear to ear at that, Alex started to unbutton the dress shirt that clung to his chest, revealing nothing but his bare fur underneath. His vest hung open around it, and each time he undid a button, more and more of his slim, toned tummy was revealed, a sight that had Robin ogling him rather shamelessly for such a bashful creature. "Glad we're in agreement, Robin...I guess it's pretty lucky that you stumbled upon me at the bar. Seems like you could use a nice, domineering guy to show you the ropes. That kiss was so innocent, I'd bet no one's ever really worked you over..."

A tiny grin started to appear on Robin's muzzle as he crossed his arms over his chest and hoisted the tight sweater off of his body, peeling fabric away from rippling muscle and providing Alex with quite the show in the process. "I suppose you could say that..." he admitted, as he tossed his sweater aside and turned away from Alex. The tiny, bushy tuft of a tail above his rear flickered with curiosity as he stepped out of the main area of the small hotel room, and over to the bed in the far area. He leaned over the edge of the king size bed and flickered his tail again, sticking out his rump with nothing more than intentions to entice Alex to following him over.

"And why is that the case?" Alex asked, stripping the vest away from his body as he followed Robin over to the bed. He un-tucked his dress shirt, making sure to give his paws extra time in the waistband of his slacks, teasing them down ever so slowly to give Robin a quick, carefree glance at the thinner fur above his manhood...but never quite revealing the whole package. "If you were mine, Robin, I'd put you through the ringer every single night."

Robin fluttered his tail one last time as Alex stood just out of the reach of his arms. "Would you now...?" he questioned, the tone of his voice shifting noticeably as the lynx moved in closer. "That's awfully sweet of you to offer, Alex...but maybe we aren't on the same page after all."

Alex finally stepped right behind the prone deer and rested his paws on the small of Robin's exposed back, hooking a clawtip into the backside of his pants. "And what makes you say that?"

"The fact that you fell for it...just like everyone else."

The lynx barely had time to blink in surprise before he felt the tight grip of a powerful paw around his straying wrist. Robin proved that his muscles weren't just for show, as he yanked Alex around with such force that it nearly gave him whiplash, and easily tossed the lynx into the soft, welcoming comforts of the bed. "Thought you were going to have yourself a nice, easy little boytoy to fuck around with this evening?" Robin taunted him, as the change in the tone of his voice became impossible to ignore. "Shame that I have to disappoint you, but we had the same end goal, Alex, and only one of us is getting our way tonight!"

"Wooooooooah!" Alex cried out in despair as he was easily flung into the boring, plain white covers of the hotel bed. They were at least plenty soft enough to break his fall, but that didn't keep him from being disoriented at the sudden toss. He tried to steady his eyes and put on a fierce face, but he could do nothing to dissuade Robin, and he certainly wasn't going to intimidate the larger male. "W-what...what the fuck, man?! That's not what I came up here for!"

"That's not my problem," Robin replied rather dryly, standing over Alex from the edge of the bed. The lynx was still wearing his pants...that was quite the issue for him. "Fact of the matter is, I picked you out exclusively because you had a dominating nature...I was looking for a real challenge tonight, Alex, but you ended up making it so easy for me that I'm not inclined to woo you any further...I'll just take my prize now, since I can still smell the arousal wafting from your body..."

Alex had never been played like this before, and he was sure that he'd gone to bed with the best of them, but this time, it was a male that he couldn't even hope to overpower, and one that, despite the way the tables were suddenly turned, he was still painfully aroused by. He didn't want to admit that his cock was straining up against his boxers and tenting through his jeans, but as Robin set his eyes on the same, he couldn't really deny it, either.

"But...but I'm not a sub!" Alex protested, knowing that his words were falling on deaf ears as Robin started his way into the bed. He climbed up over the edge on his paws and his knees, looming over Alex with an inevitability that simply didn't rub him the right way. This was supposed to be his power. He was supposed to do this to other people.

Now, as Robin rather carefully pulled the glasses from the bridge of Alex's muzzle and then carelessly tossed them into the pile of clothes, the lynx could tell his preferences were getting thrown away just as thoughtlessly.

"I'll admit, you do put up a pretty good front, but you're not putting up much of a fight. Are you sure you just haven't found the right guy to dominate you yet, Alex?"

Alex narrowed his eyes at the overwhelming presence that Robin carried with his body, glaring at the once comforting gaze of the muscular deer. "I could ask you the same, Robin...you little sneak."

Robin snickered as Alex tried to stay curled into himself on the bed, though to no avail. "First of all," Robin stated, as he gripped Alex by each of his wrists and easily pried his arms apart, "No one has ever called me little and gotten away with it, and second," he continued, pinning Alex's arms on either side of his head with no further struggle, "You were being just as sneaky as I was, acting like a warm port in a storm, just so you could dominate some poor, unsuspecting fellow. That act alone warrants a little punishment for my new submissive..."

"I am NOT your submissive!" Alex continued to fight back verbally, but physically, he was already beaten, and though he was plenty well endowed himself, he couldn't help widening his eyes and gulping as he watched Robin start to unzip his tight, clinging slacks...revealing not a single thread of clothing underneath, but instead, a long, thick rod of flesh, pressed into the side of Robin's thigh, forced into an uncomfortable position by his tight pants. It was only then that Alex realized he'd been polite, and not stolen a glance at Robin's crotch earlier.

The deer was hung, and not at all ashamed to throw that extra weight around.

"It's rare that I meet someone who puts up the kind of fight that you do," Robin admitted, "And I've gotta say, I'm simply loving that feisty attitude...but you're still confused about who is in charge here. I'm on top," Robin confirmed, finding he was able to sneak his pants further down his frame just a little bit, without having to keep Alex's arms pinned anymore, "And you're going to swallow every inch of this cock, because that's what a good little sub is supposed to do."

Robin was a bit lacking in the department of mentally controlling a submissive, but his physical dominance over anyone he so desired couldn't be argued. He was blessed with a physicality that was hard for anyone to turn down, and even if Alex wasn't satisfied with his current position, he couldn't deny the overwhelming attraction he had to the deer that was now pinning him with nothing more than a stare. "B-but...no...that's supposed to be my line," the lynx tried to argue, but his voice was wavering, and he knew that his pleas would do all be in vain. Robin was intent on getting his way, but clearly didn't mean to harm the captured Alex...

...He was just going to wreck Alex's smaller, weaker body.

"There there, my little lynx...I'm sure if you just give it a chance, being on bottom, you won't think it's so bad after all!" Robin theorized, though he was really just trying to persuade Alex further into the act of depravity. His cock wasn't quite stiff, but it was certainly throbbing and growing as it was finally freed from a pair of jeans much too tight for it, and Robin skillfully kicked his legs up, casting his jeans aside and leaving him nude atop of Alex, with his member hanging in the face of the lynx, carrying a weight to it that was greater than the sum of its mass.

If I do this...I lose, Alex thought, as his eyes stared down the impressive cock that lightly bounced in the air before him. If I so much as go for a taste, I'm admitting defeat here...I'll be on bottom for sure...what...what do I do...?

Precum was already beading from the tip of the massive, thick manhood and dripping down into the fur on Alex's neck, as his resistance followed suit: a slow, gathering bead that eventually trickled down and faded away.

"I..."

Alex still wouldn't let himself say it. He leaned up and wrapped his lips around the very tip of the shaft, finding even that to be a task, but he refused to say that he was the bottom. He refused to vocalize that he was submissive to Robin...but he was quick to enjoy the fruits of his labor. He pushed his muzzle further onto Robin's length and started to soak the very end in a thin, glistening layer of his saliva, leaving his mark upon it as Robin merely looked upon the lynx with a devious grin, knowing that, even if Alex wouldn't say that he'd lost the war, it was all over but the blissful intercourse to follow.

"N-No shame in just admitting the truth," Robin grunted, as he found the lynx to be a rather tight fit for his member, and yet, it was just what he was looking for. There was no way for Alex to avoid slobbering all over the thick meat in his maw, and after just a few inches, the lynx was nearly gagging on it, doing his best to at least demonstrate his skills if he couldn't be in control. Tiny strands of drool poured out of the corners of his muzzle, and small droplets fell from the underside of Robin's humanoid shaft, dripping down onto Alex, right upon his chest and neck. Things were getting messy awfully quick for the poor, defeated lynx, and it only looked to get a whole lot worse before the night was over.

After all, he could feel his own pre-seed starting to spill into the crotch of his boxers, and no doubt, Robin could feel the pressure poking at the back of his leg as he leaned over his new submissive.

"Seems to me you'd like to be let out of your cage," the deer taunted Alex as the latter did his best to push his throat further onto the biggest member he'd ever tasted. "Well, if I release that pressure for you, I'm afraid I'll have to put this cock somewhere else...you've got an exquisite little mouth, Alex, but until I pound your cute, tight ass, I don't think my conquest will be complete..."

Thin streams of clear, slick saliva were dripping down Alex's cheeks as he winced his eyes shut tight, trying to take just a little bit over half of the girth that Robin could provide. The deer could feel the poor lynx coughing and swallowing his throat muscles over the sensitive flesh, working his spittle into it the best that he could, until Robin finally gave him a break. He pulled his hips back and his cock sprang free, with a couple small strands of saliva still clinging to the tip, keeping a nearly ethereal connection between the deer and the lynx as the former let out a groan of delight, and the latter gasped heavily, looking upon the cock with a newly discovered hunger for it.

His biggest fear was that taste alone might not be enough to satisfy his curiosity.

"Ahn...ha..hah... W-wow..." Alex panted, as his tongue dangled through the front of his muzzle, right between his fangs. He barely had time to catch his breath before Robin stole it right back from him, as the aggressive deer was already going about undoing the pants from Alex's hips and tugging them down, dragging the black boxers underneath right with the matching pants in one fell swoop. Alex could feel warmth rushing through his cheeks and all the way up to his eartips as his member sprung straight up once it was freed, bouncing with the sudden rush of vitality to his crotch. "Hey! W-wait!"

"Wait for you to be ready for me to see your cock? We'll be waiting all night if we do that..." Robin teased. He winked at the lynx, making just enough eye contact to paralyze Alex once more, before his eyes came to rest upon the tiny spines on the narrow head of Alex's unique member. "It looks ready to me, for what it's worth...I bet there are a lot of lucky guys out there who would love to be speared on the end of something so exotic... shame that won't be happening this evening."

The way that Robin spoke, he was really leading Alex on, and the lynx felt a moment of hope, before the deer completely dashed any hopes that might be left. There was to be no easy way out of the predicament, and as much as he still wanted to be the dominant one in the room, Alex found it impossible to deny that Robin had a hold on him...and it was growing. The poor lynx could feel the last vestiges of his resistance starting to fade away as Robin simply grinned at him, able to see right through the facade that his lynx was putting up.

"Then...please, take me..."

It was the faintest of whispers from Alex, quiet enough for Robin to have to flicker his long, thin ears toward the sound to know for sure what he heard. "Still a bit shy about being my cute, sweet little bitch?" he asked, resisting the urge to grin from ear to ear, but he was quickly losing to the giddy feeling in the pit of his tummy. "That's okay...I don't mind being a bit forceful with you until you learn your place."

Please, be forceful with me! Throw me down and fuck me in the ass! Alex mentally pleaded, but he was still just barely too proud to let his mouth make such sounds, and he still couldn't quite believe that he was having such a thought. He actually swallowed down a lump of stark, painful realization as Robin gripped him by the hips and quickly turned his body over, before pressing a large, firm paw into his lower back and pinning him with the greatest of ease. Alex yelped, but the sound faded into a low, somewhat confused moan as he felt the warm, thick flesh of Robin's cock settling in between the two round, subtle curves of his rump, and the tiny drool of precum that was pooling on his lower back after just a few moments.

He couldn't even hope to deny it anymore. He was actually enjoying it.

"There's a cock hungry little slut in you, Alex...I'm quite sure of it," the deer explained, as he reached into the nightstand from his position and grabbed a small bottle of lube. It was only then that Alex could start to guess how long Robin had been staying at the hotel, and how many other males he might have done this to. "But sometimes, subby little boys like yourself can be a little too shy to own up to it, so you have to...coax it out of them, so to speak..."

Schlip! Alex bit down on his lower lip as he felt a cold, chilling pawtip slide under the base of his tail and right into his tailhole, without so much as a proper warning. He could feel the inner muscles of his anus clenching around the digit, perhaps giving some credence to what Robin was saying...but the gentle glow in his cheeks and the quiet panting from his lungs spoke a volume more than a simple clench ever could.

"N-no...you...you've got me all wrong..." Alex tried one last protest, but his voice was weak and wobbling as Robin started to pump the pawtip in and out of his tight, tiny asshole. Wealthy enough to afford all of the lubrication he wanted, Robin was sure to be generous with the cool, slick fluid, pouring a little excess onto his pawtip to make sure that Alex would spread open nice and easy when he finally admitted how much he was enjoying himself. Under his abdomen, Alex could feel his own cock, smashed into his body by the bed and throbbing as tiny jets of precum sprayed upon the covers, and what couldn't escape stuck to his own fur as Robin inserted a second pawtip...and Alex, underestimating the kind of pleasure a submissive could receive, had no answer for the sudden rush of ecstasy that filled his entire body.

Robin could only snicker as he poured a healthy serving of the lube onto his own member, completely uncaring if he ended up staining the sheets in his excess. "All wrong, huh...?" he asked, as he started to work the cool gel into his flesh, getting it nice and slick for Alex. The lynx was easily taking his two pawtips up to the knuckle, and Robin could see a tiny strand of drool coming out of the corner of Alex's mouth, despite his trying to deny his enjoyment. "Why don't we finish what we started, then, and I put that sentiment to the test?"

Alex bit down on his lower lip, anticipating an untold amount of pain, just at the sheer size of Robin...but the deer was surprisingly gentle, after all of his talk, and he only allowed the tip of his cock to come to rest against Alex's moist, lubricated pucker. Each time the deer started to press, he waited to see how Alex would react, and each time the lynx started to grimace or shudder, Robin slowed the pace of his entry...he looked down and watched as inch after inch of his member disappeared inside of the smaller, skinnier animal, taking pride in the way that Alex was almost literally speared on the cervine cock. It wasn't until Robin felt hardly any resistance to his hips that he finally did let the lynx have it...and with a bed-rocking thrust, he broke Alex, and his will, entirely.

"...!" Alex felt his jaw dropping as he tried to gasp, but all that escaped his lips was a tiny, pathetic squeak. Robin didn't wait for him to look back with eyes that told a story of lust and satisfaction, however; he simply drew his hips back and pounded in again, slapping his large, fuzzy sack up against Alex's thighs with the force of his advance. "T-that's...holy shit... that's a-amazing, Robin...I...I n-need it..."

The last words came out low and weak, and in secret, Alex wished that Robin didn't hear them...he'd come to regret that wish, as the deer leaned over Alex and gripped the lynx by the hips, pounding his smaller body with his long, thick manhood and literally forcing the more diminutive male into submission. "Nnngh...tight little slut... W-what did you just say?"

Alex knew that he couldn't dodge the question forever, but as he felt Robin plunging depths inside of his tailhole that he didn't even know could be reached, unlocking a new kind of pleasure in him, the words simply came from his muzzle without thought. "I need it!" Alex grunted, as he clenched his paws together into fists, taking up large handfuls of the covers and digging his claws into the soft sheets as he tried, in vain, to adjust to the sensation of being so completely, so entirely full of another man's flesh. "Pl-please make me your bitch...take me... claim me..."

"Submissives don't give orders!" Robin shot back, his teeth gritted in a playful grin. He couldn't help reaching down and smacking the poor lynx right across the ass, however, leaving a deep, bright red mark where his paw struck. The echoing SWAT could likely be heard in the next room over, but no doubt, so could the shaking of the bed, the slapping of hips against a taut, firm ass, and the cries of a new found delight from a suddenly submissive lynx as his ass was completely filled. "I will claim you...you're my bitch now...but if you make an order again...nngh... next time, I won't use any lube..."

The thought of taking something so massive without any lubrication alone was enough to make Alex clench up around the thick, throbbing deer meat in his tailhole, and given the skillful blowjob from before, Robin couldn't keep at his rapid, powerful pace...not without filling his lynx to the brim with something more than flesh.

Alex, on the other end, didn't know anything about having a prostate orgasm before that evening, but he had a crash course in the same as he felt the tip of Robin's cock brushing against the insanely sensitive organ and bringing him to a sudden, jarring climax, one that left the lynx a terrible mess as his cum had nowhere to go but his own stomach and chest.

"Oooh... D-damn, I felt that!" Robin chided, as he could feel the sudden wave of muscle spasms around his cock. It treated his flesh like a pair of massaging paws, gripping the head of his member when he rammed in, and trying to tug it back inside when he would pull out. He couldn't hope to resist such a sensation, and wanting to give his new submissive a proper christening, he happily buried his cock inside one more time, literally going balls deep into the lynx as he impaled Alex and started to flood his tailhole, soaking his insides with a torrential flow of thick, creamy, sticky cum. "Nnngh...rr...f-fuck... M-milk me, Alex...g-good little bitch...take it...take all of my f-fucking cum!"

Alex could feel his own member mirroring the action inside of him, as smaller, warmer spurts of his own seed sprayed across his chest and his tummy, soaking into his tawny fur rapidly and leaving a web of seed upon the bed, one that kept him linked to the sheets even as his body thrashed with uncontrollable pleasure. "I'm c-cumming too, Robin...fuuuuuuck...I'm cumming, j-just for you, my n-new master..." he whined, sounding just as submissive as his words would dictate. He simply writhed with pleasure as he found himself nearly hanging from the thick, pulsing cock inside of him, and he was sure that he could feel the last of Robin's seed spilling inside of him...

...He was entirely wrong.

Robin suddenly pulled his cock free, leaving Alex's asshole to gape wide open and ooze a slow, steady stream of overflowing mess onto the bed, all while the deer showed off the kind of volume that he was really capable of. Streams of the same hot, sticky ejaculate sprayed across Alex's back, leaving his tawny fur with a new set of fluid stripes, ones that started to splatter and spread as the lynx shuddered under the simply heavenly feeling of another man's heated cum spreading over his fur. Errant streams started to land upon the sheets and even a couple upon the floor as Robin focused only on the pleasure of the moment, uncaring of the mess...and Alex, covered in that seed beneath him, marveled at the feeling of it on his back, in his tailhole, and even pouring out onto the back of his sack...

It was a pleasure like none other he'd ever imagined possible before.

"You're still squirming..." Robin happily pointed out, as he leaned down over Alex and rested against his flattened body, uncaring of if he would fall prey to his own mess. "I'd d-dare to say that means you...mmn... you enjoyed being my subby little bitch after all..."

Alex could have tried to cling to his pride...but it, his shame, and his reluctance had all long since drowned in the puddles of cum that now surrounded his body. "Oooohyes..." he replied in a low, breathless, panting sigh. "I...I t-think I could get used to this, Robin...but only...only from you."

The words might have taken the breath away from a softer dominatrix, but for Robin, it was just another boost to his pride, and just what he needed to hear to get the blood flowing to his nethers once again.

"Well, I do have this hotel room all weekend, Alex..."

The lynx perked his ears up and looked back at his new master with a nervous, yet excited smile, and a curiosity in his eyes, still yet to be fully sated.

"Let's see how long it takes for me to really break you in..."