Iron Author #23 Castration
The horse shuttered on the comfy, leather chair he was in, and the knot in his stomach twisted and hardened as the kneeling tiger raked his teeth gently over his plump balls that hung over the edge of the chair. His cock was dripping on the back of the...
Iron Author #17: More
I wanted more. I was practically kneading the cock in my muzzle with my tongue, its sandpaper texture making the paw on my head grip harder as it swiped away the fluids. This was not the first dick in my maw, and the jizz from the others coated the...
Iron Author #15: The Touch, The Words, The Warmth part 4
Guided by his lover's big paws, he sat up and maneuvered his butt over the hard throbbing bearmeat that was still dripping in saliva and pre. Moans fell from the coyote's muzzle, the head of the cock rested at the entrance to his tailhole only...
Iron Author #16: The Touch, The Words, The Warmth part 5
He clamped down on the canine neck in his muzzle as he felt the shock wave of his climax cascade down his spine, he tightened his grip on the soft fur of his lover, and drove his cock as deep into the coyote as he could on every thrust. The deep growl...
Iron Author #14: The Touch, The Words, The Warmth part 3
His lips slid down the head of the bear's leaking shaft, holding the juices inside his maw while squeezed on the shaft hoping that more would come. He licked the underside of the big cockhead right in the spot that Cal loved, he whimpered in joy as the...
Iron Author #13: The Touch, The Words, The Warmth part 2
He took a moment to enjoy the sight of Calvin standing in front of the bed flexing his muscles and bulging his clothes, the soft light peaking out from behind the thick bedroom curtains, but Ted could not have standed not touching even if the bear...
Iron Author #12: The Touch, The Words, The Warmth part 1
Calvin sighed in frustration on his drive home. The slow moving cars of dull colors on the black freeway was just as dreary as his workday had been. He sat back in the dark brown leather of his car, and lazily gripped the shiny fake-wood steering...
Iron Author #11: Rhythm of Lust
His smile was as wide as the San Andreas fault. He was alone in the parking lot of his favorite food joint, the red digital clock in the black leather interior of his car showed it to be 3:00 pm, and nobody else could hear what he was about to do. His...
Iron Author #10: Double Duty
My floor rattled at the bang of my bedroom door, my parents probably yelled something at me, and my hard throbbing cocks where arguing with each other about who should get attention in my far to tight briefs. Every step was torture because they would...
Iron Author #9: Only to Make a Mess
My eyes opened slowly to see the sun shining into the window across the room. I purred and nuzzled my master as he slept next to me, the tan martian mouse still deep in his sleep. I reached down and rubbed his sheath to feel his member already hard and...
Did you just open a can of Rape-Sauce?
"Hey Alex, got anything to eat around here?" The fox said to his best friend who was deep in a video game. "There should be some tomato soup or something in the kitchen you can eat, as long as you don't make a mess." The rabbit responded. The fox...
The Cuckoo Clock
My strategy was sound enough, I would do... something and (because I knew him so well) I would know his reaction. This I learned from chess, for I am a Chessmaster, and I was playing as white. Meaning, the first move was mine to make. Thus the first...