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Hunched over and sweaty, the Doberman snarled and snapped at the empty air whilst he drove his hips hard into the wolf's ass. His arms had curled around the boy's underarms, latching upon the shoulders so that he could draw the male's body into his own, back arched as he was brutally fucked. Thick, musky inches of dog cock pounded his stretched rim at a blistering speed, his voice having gone hoarse and lost its sound long before the dominant canine had cranked up the intensity. His own member rubbed into the bared roughness of the mattress, a sensation all too unpleasant but out of his control. Cuffs had been fitted to his wrists the very first moment the Doberman had had a chance, and now they were locked together behind his back rendering movement impossible. With the dog's weight driving at his rear, there was nowhere to go but deeper into the bed as he slammed home into him, fat inches tearing him apart and pulverising his prostate into mush. Floww had no idea if he had cum himself yet, or even if Jared had unloaded in his ass, but he was convinced that there was at least one orgasm's worth of jizz soaking a cool puddle where his cock slide.

"Fuck yeah! Take it, you bitch!" The deep gruffness of the Doberman roared in his ears. He wasn't a quiet fucker by any means. The room he'd led Floww in to shared a wall with the main club, old factory windows separating them from the rest of the patrons who had shown up that night. Panes were cracked or even missing in places, meaning that anybody standing beyond the wall could blatantly hear every detail that was going on between the two of them.

"Yes sir!" He chorused for what must have been the umpteenth time that night. It had become a mantra for the evening, a phrase so commonly said that Floww no longer needed to even think about adding it to the end of every sentence. They came so naturally now that he wasn't even sure he could stop himself from saying them.

"Yeah, you like dog dick, don't you boy?" Jared was trying to ram his knot in, he could feel it. There was a fierce need behind every thrust that really had the wolf trembling beneath the Doberman's sculpted form. It was a beast of a knot, feeling near enough like a medicine ball that threatened to rip his hole wide open the instant it had the chance. With the long, sloppy shaft already digging deep into his guts, Floww could only whimper to himself as he braced for the impact, "Gonna breed you like a bitch, fill you up good, you want that boy?"

"Yes sir!"

"Say it like you mean it, tell me you want it!"

"Yes sir! Tie me, sir! Fill me with your pups!" Floww poured as much emotion into his voice as he could, strangling back heavy groans as he felt the knot breaking down the barrier separating Jared from locking with his hole. The Doberman growled menacingly as he gave his last few short thrusts, each one more powerful than the last, until sharp pain exploded in the wolf's rear, joined swiftly by teeth sinking down into his shoulder as the dog bit his nape. He moaned aloud with wild abandon as he felt the Doberman cum inside him, the knot swelling up within him and the flood of seed pouring into his guts. It felt like a tidal wave, the surge was so powerful that it had him squirming to get away, body confused and addled with all the sensations labouring its system. It was if it couldn't decide whether to enjoy or to reject the feelings that cascaded down the wolf's spine, scoring through every limb along every nerve until there wasn't an inch of him that felt fucked.

Yet the cum kept shooting into him, painting his guts with sticky white jizz. Normally dogs were well known for thinner volume in their loads, but Jared's history as a porn star seemed to pay him his dues as Floww swore it must have been gallons of the stuff by the time he was certain the dog had finished orgasming. His cock still twitched inside him, though the sensation was just of overwhelming fullness rather than feeling the weight of the dog's member, but Jared slowly let go of the wolf and allowed his boy's body to collapse into the bed as he rose up.

"Fucking hell, that's a great piece of ass." A sharp smack to his cheeks roused Floww, eliciting a heady moan as Jared spanked his battered rump, cock still lodged deep inside his stretched hole. The Doberman was sitting back on his haunches, resting most of himself on the wolf's legs as much as he rested on his own calves, but there seemed no intention of removing himself from his boy's ass any time soon. If anything he seemed to toy with the engorged rim, running his fingertips around the strained edges of muscle where his flesh met the wolf's. "But what does a boy say after his alpha gives him what he wants?"

Claws dug in to the wolf's cheeks, the Doberman flashing the aggression he had just so perfectly demonstrated in breeding Floww. He'd come to expect it, but in the quiet moments where it flared up it always took him by surprise.

"Thank you sir."

"Good boy." There was an appreciative hum of satisfaction, the Doberman just mulling to himself as he continued to toy and knead those cheeks under his fingers. If Floww was to be frank, he'd have said the dog was acting fairly cocky and possessive, the way he manipulated his flesh beneath his digits, not caring if he was hurting the wolf or not, content to just take his time whilst what must have been nearly a foot of dick sat trapped within his swimming guts. But there was nothing he could have actively done, especially in a fatigued state. All the wolf could do was turn his head so that he could peer at the Doberman over one shoulder.

Jared was a beast of a man, Floww had to admit. He'd messaged him on a whim on one of those gay hook-up apps. He had never expected to even get a reply, let alone an offer to meet up and see if they couldn't have some fun. That had been a few days ago, and events had spiralled so rapidly that Floww was still amazed that he was here lying beneath the Doberman even now. He had recognised the canine from his porn films, the ample variety that had been pirated and posted online, and Floww was a big fan. The dog was much shorter in person than he'd expected, a lot of his videos had made it seem like the dog towered over most people, but his muscles hadn't been a disappointment. The dog was so dense and thick that even just looking at him now made his skin crawl from the arousal. His pectorals bulged and flexed with every movement, his abdominals were the very literal definition of washboard, his biceps and triceps swelled nicely whenever he stretched his arms, and his legs were like tree trunks, powerful and sturdy. There hadn't even been a paw-shake when they'd introduced themselves to one another. Names were hardly exchanged. There was mild teasing, a little light flirting here or there, but very quickly Jared had just used his physical strength to just push the wolf into submitting. One paw to the shoulder, pushed to the floor, and there he had been kneeling before the Doberman in less than a couple of minutes with musky dog cock swatting against his face and Jared cooing above him, telling him how nice he looked on his knees with his dick sliding up against his muzzle. It hadn't even been a challenge, Floww was just no match for him. The wolf was just a stick in comparison to the Doberman, a twink by all definitions, lithe and slim and with little muscle mass, nothing nowhere near like Jared's.

"Brace yourself."

The command came so suddenly that it broke Floww's dazed reverie. He would only wince and then grimace as the Doberman pulled back on his ass and yanked his cock out of his hole. The rim stretched beyond what Floww thought it ever could, the pain sharp as the fat bloat of flesh tore back out of him. Unplugged, seed began to pour from his ass, but Jared was quick to slide out his cock along with the rush of cum, before the promptly shoved something hard and firm back against the puffy rim. Floww gasped anew as whatever this thing was was pushed inside him, stemming the flow and sealing once again behind his hole, his muscles contracting to suffocate the neck. It was a butt plug, a large one, and he squirmed and writhed all the time it pushed inside of him until it sat deep in his guts, cum smothering its sides. Floww grunted as his body settled around the new intruder, unused to the slippery feeling of the toy inside him, the material more alien than the sensation of real meat.

"Good boy..." Jared chirred, finally getting up off the bed and relieving the wolf of his weight from his legs. He sauntered to Floww's face however and grabbing the back of his head, fingers tangling into the tussle of white head-fur tinted purple, and proceeded to pull him towards his slimy cock. On instinct he resisted, straining back against the Doberman's grasp, but there came a savage snarl that muted his defiance swiftly, not that it would have mattered anyway where he put up a fight or not. The Doberman could have easily overpowered him in an instant. Floww allowed himself to be brought towards the cock, and for a moment he expected the dog to make him swallow it again, to clean it off, and with lips pursed he readied himself for the tip to push open his mouth. But no such delight came. Instead he felt the softening member smear against his cheeks, Jared wiping himself against the wolf's fur until his shaft was free of lube and seed. Floww was dripping in the dregs of Jared's orgasm by the time he was finished, and when the Doberman let go, Floww could feel the damp cold air brush against his face as the cum cooled. But he couldn't swipe it from his eyes with his bound paws, couldn't even lick himself clean, he just lay there, turning to his side and wincing with the plug moving around inside him, as Jared stepped away leaving him coated in spent jizz.

"You look cute when you're covered in my cum," Jared said nonchalantly as he strode back across the breadth of the room and slumped himself into an exquisite if not stained armchair, slouched with legs apart, his cock limping between his legs over those fat balls of his, "Maybe I ought to save the next load for your face. Or maybe I should get one of the guys to do it for me instead."

"What do you mean 'one of the guys'?" Floww asked with a quizzical frown, but he got no answer. Jared didn't even acknowledge that he'd said anything. The Doberman poured himself yet another glass of water - his fifth one, if he remembered correctly - from a pitcher left on a side table, one of the few furnishings to the room, and downed it all in just a few gulps, smacking his lips triumphantly with a contented sigh,

"You remember what we talked about, kid?" He was referring to the lengthy messages they'd sent one another in what Floww had perceived as a rather one-sided conversation in which the Doberman probed him for every detail he could, from personal fantasies to his bucket list of kinks. It had been an intense conversation, leaving the wolf sticky and spent most nights, but the Doberman knew far too much, much more than he would have liked.

"About me wanting to become a porn star?" It had been the crux of their initial messages. Floww had admitted early on to the Doberman he wanted to try and get into the business, but he didn't know where to start or what he ought to be doing. Jared had seemed like the ideal springboard, if only for some pointers, potentially for maybe more of a reference in getting a job.

"After that, you know damn well what I'm talkin' about." It was true, he did. He was just avoiding it because he was a little fearful of the repercussions which might very well be about to kick him in his well-fucked, plugged cummy ass. He shifted into a sitting position, the toy inside him squirming up against his prostate.

"You said that if I wanna make it in the industry, I need to be able to handle anything and everything."

"Damn straight, you don't get to call it a day when you're bored, tired, or spent. It's not like a hook-up." Another glass of water was poured and drank between the dog's sentences, giving Floww a chance to scope out the room for yet another time. It was dark, dingy, perhaps a little musty but nothing too strong. The stench of sex, sweat and smoke overrode the other smells anyway, lingering in the air like the smell of wet asphalt after rain. It was inescapable. But Floww had grown used to the smell, but it was the heat that had shocked him most. It was both warm and cold at the same time. The heat would stifle and suffocate as much as it spread about the room, but exposed to the elements, naked upon the bed, long before Jared had even shucked off his own clothes, had left him with a chill that routinely made him shiver. It might have been his nerves too, or a mix of anticipation and excitement, realising all of this was real and happening, a bona fide porn star having him at his mercy. "You gotta be a professional. You put aside what you want for somebody else's needs; kinda fitting really, since we're at a fetish bar frequented by boys who know how to serve ten times better than you."

That stung a little, but Floww could understand what he meant. The wolf wasn't the sort to go down easy and allow himself to be pushed around and abused like some of the other guys he'd seen on the way in here, but he had to admit there was something hot about the way they were treated. The overbearing control he could do without, but the dirty imaginations and being used like nothing better than a sex toy really resonated with him.

Jared poured himself another drink and though it took him a little slower, he downed the glass once more. His gaze turned towards the wolf on the bed,

"So what's it gonna be, kid? You serious about what you told me or now that reality's hittin' home is it all too much?" It was a terse, blunt question. Floww knew that either answer meant committing himself to whatever the outcome might be. Back down now and he might escape unscathed, not that he thought the Doberman would hurt him but there was a certain domineering flash to his eyes that told the wolf there was more at play here. Jared had something tucked up his sleeve, and he was challenging the boy to call him out on the bluff. On the other side of things though, if Floww did decide to leave, to call it all off, he might never get such a chance again. Jared could cut off contact, block him on the app, remove him entirely from his life if he so desired. So long as the wolf stuck around he had a chance to make it big, as big as he dreamed whenever he watched porn. He could be living that lifestyle and loving it if he could just follow the Doberman's guidance.

"I'm serious. Bring it on."

A dangerous smile crept across Jared's muzzle, one that enjoyed the wolf's answer all too much. It was lewd as it was unnerving, but there was nothing malicious behind it, not directly. The Doberman lifted himself out of the chair and walked back to the bed, reaching for the cuffs and unclicking them with a flourish of one paw.

"You do exactly as I say then. Don't, and you'll get to see what it's like shooting a caning scene. I'm sure you've seen how they go."

Floww had, and he really didn't want to see for himself what they were like. He nodded mutely as the Doberman hung over him, his shadow casted across the bed leaving the wolf in darkness.

"Then lie down on your back and spread out your limbs as if you're about to be spread-eagled."

Already he could feel his heart thumping his chest as he was commanded. Part of him couldn't forget about the plug still in his ass, but it was thrilling to finally be getting somewhere other than just the vanilla samples. He shuffled into position on the bed, holding out his arms to the sides outstretched, legs spread to the furthest corners of the mattress. Jared grabbed the wolf's paws and moved his wrists up to the iron frame that held up the bed, latching one of the restraints to the bars before casually walking to the other side and doing the same to his second paw. Floww gave them testing tugs as the Doberman stepped away, realising there wasn't much give to them. He couldn't move around as freely, not like before; now he was trapped to the bed frame. His legs were still free, but it wasn't really of any comfort. The itch to move and get out began to burn far more intently than he had imagined and it had literally been seconds. But the chain reaction in his head was ringing the alarm bells, knowing that sooner or later the Doberman was going to reveal some trump card he'd been hiding. Floww was getting nervous, but his cock throbbed across his stomach, still keen to keep playing even if his brain was having doubts. He could feel the sticky coolness of pre dripping across his abdomen, and every now and then his hole would twinge and clench around the plug to remind him of its presence. He might have been a little apprehensive, but he wanted this, deep down he did.

He disappeared again off to the side and from his prone position there was little that Floww could see without straining his neck. He could see the broad muscled back of the dog on the far side of the room, further than he'd gone before, and was fumbling about with something beyond his view. Toys, Floww expected, perhaps just more gear to try and ramp up the intensity. He wasn't a veteran like Jared, but the wolf did consider him something better than just a novice amateur. He was convinced that whatever Jared threw at him wouldn't faze him much. He was almost pleased with himself for a moment before the footfalls of the canine plodded back to his senses. Jared returned to the head of the bed and leaned across to Floww's muzzle, holding something large in his paws.

On one end was the unmistakable shape of a funnel. The cone was impossible to miss, and its narrowed neck was fitted to something Floww could only describe as a tube, the sort he'd seen normally fitted to gas masks, as if it had been lifted out of a science fiction movie. The other end of this tube was what made everything click in his head; a gag, hollowed out, was attached to the opposite end of the funnel-tube, and the Doberman wasted no time in allowing the thought to set in Floww's brain as he pushed the harsh rubber to his lips, coating just the tip in the drying cum, sliding the gag into place. The wolf squirmed but there was no escape from the toy being pressed into his maw, not quite phallus-like in shape but thick and long enough to keep Floww acutely aware of it. Not that he could have distracted himself either; once the initial burst of musk and cold cum had graced his tongue, the taste of rubber or latex or whichever the toy was made out of overrode everything else. It flattened his tongue to the bottom of his mouth, his teeth resting upon the hard material, cheeks flattening to the new contours, until he settled and resigned himself to the new toy.

Immediately his first impression however, once his mind had swiftly moved past the snap of flavours, was that breathing now felt weird. Every breath he took rattled and wheezed down the tube, ultimately drifting out of the funnel, and if he didn't regulate himself between alternating his mouth and nostrils, eventually he could feel himself sucking in stale air. It made him sniff and snort rather madly through his nose, not out of fear but just the fact that slowly chugging on air he'd breathed not moments ago left him dizzy, faint nearly. His eyes trailed the Doberman as he checked to make sure the straps of the gag were secure around the wolf's head before he hooked the funnel up on the bedrest, allowing it to rest there where Floww's pants echoed against the tube's walls.

"You doing good?" Floww nodded, now more literally mute, but terror had not yet taken him. He was still up for this, he just had to calm down and go with the current. "Now I know you can't really talk with that thing on, so you gotta do this if it's too much and want to stop," Jared gestured with his fingers, holding both paws aloft for Floww to see, pinching his index and middle fingers together and tapping them against his thumbs like a claw, "and if I ask something or if things are going good just make the okay sign," Jared but his index digit and thumb together properly, just as Floww had expected him to mean. More nods on the wolf's behalf. He felt a little better, some of the control back in his paws, "good, just if you do feel yourself panicking just try to take it easy and calm down. This is about pushing yourself, not about being comfortable, no matter what, right?" Another nod. "Good boy."

Jared now reached for the ankle restraints, the only accessories to have gone unused thus far into the evening. They had been fitted alongside the wrist cuffs, but the Doberman had since neglected them from that point until now. But he pulled them up, one paw grasping Floww's footpaw whilst the other helped ease back his thigh, forcing the wolf to double over. The ankles were locked to the same chains as the wrist cuffs, and with the Doberman once more mirroring the wolf on the other side, Floww found himself bent over with his ass raised into the air, his tail draped across the mattress, the plug now visible just in his periphery, the toy black and large, telling from its base alone. The cum already inside him churned with the movement, but Floww could do nothing about it. Instinct told him to push it out, and even if he wanted to there was no means of doing so. The plug served its purpose well.

"Shit, I'm bursting..." Jared mumbled to himself, pausing for a moment just as he was about to stalk his way back across the room. He glanced over at Floww, "I had hoped to save this, but fuck it."

Returning to the bed's head, Jared grabbed the funnel off its hook and lifted it up. As Floww's eyes went wide as he realised what the Doberman was about to do, the big canine sighed happily, one paw angling his cock into the funnel's wide mouth and relieved himself. The sound of piss trickling and splattering against the plastic filled the quiet as Jared urinated down the tube, the funnel backing up quickly with his bladder's load. Floww could do nothing as he heard and smelled the rancid stream pour its way down the tube until finally it began to empty into his maw. The taste exploded everywhere, bitter and rank, less salty than he had imagined but it must have been all the water Jared was drinking. It had been his plan all along to use the wolf as his personal urinal. He took sharp breaths through his nose, his only means of breathing now, as he struggled and flailed as much as he could, humiliation burning up in him. It was so degrading. He was a living toilet for a man he barely knew, primed at a point where the canine clearly expected him to drink his piss. Yet his cock was still hard and his ass still twitched around the toy, like his body loved this. He couldn't possibly sink any lower into himself. With a dark flush on his cheeks, the piss continued to fill his mouth until it had nowhere else to go, something the Doberman standing beside him picked up on as the funnel now stopped emptying,

"You know, you better start swallowing 'cause it's going nowhere else." Floww still did nothing, there was no incentive to drink. It wasn't like the Doberman could truly make him. His mind considered stopping, performing the 'stop' gesture, but that would be astonishingly premature, even for him. But no part of him wanted to swallow down the Doberman's piss.

He had thought wrong however.

"Fine, we'll do it the hard way." One meaty paw slapped down onto the wolf's muzzle. Jared grabbed the very tip and put his palm over Floww's nose, clamping down the nostrils so that he couldn't breathe. The effect was instantaneous as new realisation overcame the wolf in seconds, writhing and fighting to try and break free from Jared's grasp, but once more the Doberman was clearly just too strong and held firm, blocking off his airways, "You start drinking and I let go. We ain't got all night, boy."

Defiance raged behind Floww's eyes, but his need for oxygen was quickly defeating any resilience he had left from when he'd first walked through the door. In seconds of struggling it was gone, leaving him to the fate of chugging down the backlog of piss with quiet gulps. Jared grinned as he heard the sounds, each one gratifying, like a hammer banging down a nail in a coffin, an apt comparison to the situation Floww was in now. The level of urine in the funnel began to descend with each passing swallow, the foul liquid draining down his throat as he gulped it down as steadily as he could. He tried to get past the taste, but with each swallow it flared up again, reminding him exactly what he was doing, drinking down the Doberman's bladder at his command, until every last drop was gone and his breath stank of piss.

"Good boy, now that wasn't so bad, was it?" Floww chose not to answer. It didn't matter what he made of it, it was clear by now that Jared was not to be trifled with, especially given now that the power dynamics were beginning to shift. Before they had been reasonable, now they were tilted greatly in his favour. The funnel was returned to the frame and Jared left his side, fetching something else now to torment the wolf with. It surely couldn't have been any worse, but as the Doberman came back with another toy in his paws, Floww huffed.

Another funnel, another tube, and instead of a gag it was attached to a long, thick, tapered plug. Just as Floww suspected too, when Jared brought it closer, he could see the hollowed out inside of the toy. A sibling to the gag currently sat within his mouth, something to let the Doberman piss or whatever else he pleased into his guts. He squirmed at the thought, unable to resist showing his unease at the situation, but if Jared picked up on it he certainly didn't care to show that he had. What else was he to expect really? So long as Floww didn't perform the safe gesture, what difference did it make if he was uncomfortable or not? He hadn't given the word - or signal, in this case - to stop.

So with outstretched paws and one knee upon the bed to rest his weight, Jared reached forward and snagged his fingers of one paw around the plug's base. With a strong grip he began to pull, the squelch of lube and cum bubbling in the air as the toy began to retract from Floww's stretched hole, only now his rim had tightened somewhat in the interim, meaning the withdraw of the plug felt ten times worse than taking the knot. He grunted and gasped, the noise hollowed in the tube, as Jared mercilessly pulled the toy back inch by inch slowly, letting the wolf's body expand and adjust to his actions. Once past the widest point, there was a sickening slurp as the plug slid free from Floww's hole, his bowels seizing the opportunity to try to empty themselves once and for all. Muscles bore down on his abdomen; his whole body shook and trembled with the sensation whilst his hole pushed out, flexing as cum threatened to begin streaming out. But Jared was quick, and the old plug was cast aside on a moment's notice, swiftly replaced with the new one. It felt far larger already, just the tip pushing at Floww's pursed lips, before by the Doberman's guiding paw it began to glide into his ass, his hole stretching back open. As the toy grew wider and wider still, he started to thrash as it strained his rim, feeling like he was going to rip the tighter it felt. It never seemed to end, the toy feeling ceaseless as it spread him open.

"Easy kid, just a few more inches."

Inches? He couldn't even cope with a few millimetres, and yet still the toy pushed its way into him. He could feel the gurgle and slosh of cum as it moved around the plug, spilling into its empty insides, collapsing like a sea upon itself whilst on the outside Floww trembled in a cold sweat, the exertion and sensation of being overly full now really making itself known. He bit down hard upon the gag and moaned out a sob through the funnel, head rolling back against the mattress as the last inch slid inside. He felt the clench of his hole immediately and the shuddered rolled through his body like a wave, clamping down around the narrower neck of the plug, a tube now dangling from his hole connected to the funnel which Jared kept held high. Gravity kept the cum inside, leaving Floww to meekly whimper and groan as now his guts convulsed and quivered around this new intruder, one which he reckoned with numb awareness was going to stay awhile.

"There we go," the dog smacked his ass cheek lightly, not enough to sting, but enough to see the flesh jiggle underneath. "Now you're all ready for your dotin' fans."

Floww's eyes snapped open. Fans? What did he mean? All he got was a chuckle as he struggled anew, trying to look up at the Doberman he attached the funnel to another hook at the end of the bed,

"I told you, you gotta be professional, and that means satisfyin' whoever, however. It's a business, not a hobby," Jared walked over towards the door, ignoring the wolf's frantic gaze, "you're also gonna have to deal with fans too, just like I'm dealin' with you. They been real patient, so you best be nice, I had 'em lock the door to the men's room just so you could have a nice supply of guys who wanna get their dick wet." Jared smiled, one paw on the door knob, "Or get you wet, I don't care really. Piss or cum, it's their call." The door was opened, and from beyond the hall outside Floww heard the sound of men talking, met with various other sounds from sighs of relief but snarls as Jared made his appearance. The Doberman left his field of vision, but he could still hear his distant voice echo through the walls, "Come on in, gentlemen, he's ready for you."

Jared stepped back through the doorway, but he moved to one side just as a straggling stream of guys began to pile through into the room. They were all varying species, differently dressed, differently sized, but they did not strike Floww as the sort of men you would want to mess with. By the time Jared stopped them walking through the door, there were about four or five of them standing there, circling the bed, all watching over the wolf who lay there vulnerable and exposed. One donkey, one oryx, and two felines, one lion and one bobcat; the donkey was easily the tallest but lacked any density, whilst the lion was probably comparable to Jared in muscle mass. The bobcat out of all of them was the shortest, though he seemed buff for a guy his size, and though the antlers gave the oryx some stature, he cut a toned figure and was just above the average. Floww might have wondered why they were all here, but he wasn't oblivious. Jared's comments had made it starkly apparent what they were to do, and none of them really wasted any time in getting to business.

The bobcat strutted up first. He grabbed the funnel at Floww's head and snatched it right out of the donkey's grasp before the man could even have a chance with a small sneer of dominance. He unzipped his fly and pulled out a fat looking cock and pointed its tip to the funnel and let out a happy sigh. Once more the sound of piss trickling against the plastic and down the tube filled the room, the cat emptying his bladder for Floww to drink. The wolf whimpered, as best he could really, but the sound was lost to the oncoming flood of urine streaming right from the bobcat. He felt the first stinging droplets hit his tongue within seconds, unlike the Doberman the guy had clearly not been keeping up his fluids, and Floww could taste nothing but rank saltiness, the stench heavy on the air and heavier on throat. It burnt gulping it down, but they expected him to be good and to obey, and with little choice else he swallowed the feline's piss that seemed to have no end. They must have been waiting a while...

"Fuck man, I wanted to piss down his muzzle!" It was the donkey, clearly not happy he'd lost out on first dibs.

"Just wait then, you cunt!" It was a challenge to authority, but it seemed the cat had won out, at least for now, as he let out the last of his stream into the funnel, the liquid having since backed up the tube to full capacity whilst Floww struggled to gulp it down. He watched them impassively as they bickered, Adam's apple bobbing with each swallow of that dark, foul urine,

"Fuck this, I need to go, been waiting for hours." The man headed for the spare funnel at Floww's rear, pushing past the other two who seemed less interested in emptying their bladders into the wolf and content instead to watch him struggle as he choked on piss. The lion had already gotten his cock out and was leisurely stroking himself in one paw, the other tweaking a nipple whilst he stared with reflective shades covering his gaze, leaving Floww feeling lewd and sleazy. The oryx was groping himself, but he seemed to linger, almost hesitant as to what he ought to do. It didn't matter to the donkey, he had already taken up the second tube and pulled his soft, even longer and fatter cock and dangled it into the funnel, gasping and then biting his lip whilst he urinated. The chorus of wet splashes filled the air and the smell of piss intensified, but as Floww gulped down the bobcat's stream he could feel his guts begin to burn with alien warmth. He writhed on the bed as piss began to flood his bowels, the liquid draining into him and mixing in some concoction with the cum already loaded up inside. Floww clenched his eyes shut and for a moment stopped drinking whilst he tried to cope with the feeling, but there was no stopping gravity. There was no means of preventing the tidal wave of piss that poured into him straight from the donkey. The bobcat finished up and wiped himself dry on the wolf's calf, striding out of the room as casually as he'd entered like any other trip to the bathroom. Floww spluttered on the last of his piss as it seemed to take an eternity for the donkey to drain his own bladder.

"Oh fuck, that's so hot..."

The lion walked up, paw furiously pumping his member that raged with a terrifying hardness. He took the funnel from Floww's head and held it to his cock, jacking with a fierce pace until he began to buck into his own grasp and huffed with bared fangs. Floww grunted whilst his guts filled with the last of the donkey's stream, watching the lion as he began to unload down the funnel. He heard the splatters of cum before he tasted them, the seed taking a while to slide down the tube until the slime hit his tongue, tainted by the bobcat's piss. It wasn't much, but the wolf graciously accepted something fresh to taste, something he could at least enjoy, even if it did come soured by urine. The donkey cleaned himself up and left just as the feline had before him, and once the lion was spent and his cock falling soft, he too seemed disinterested with staying any longer. The two made for the door and went past the Doberman, who seemed just content to lean upon the doorframe and watch, he beckoned some more men in, a heavy set boar and another Doberman, lankier than Jared but taller.

They joined the now approaching oryx who walked up to the side of the bed almost a little nervously. Floww took him for a new guy, somebody perhaps not yet used to this side of his sexuality and was just caught in the mix, but as he took up the funnel there was something wrong with his expression. It wasn't so much worrisome or panicked, but blank and cold. He got out his cock and aimed for the tube, pausing a moment before looking the wolf right in the eyes,

"You're nothing but a little bitch, you know that? Only good for being a fucking toilet." As soon as he finished his little declaration, he began pissing, snarling and biting at the air and chorusing some mantra that left Floww feeling degraded. The words didn't matter, just that this guy genuinely believed them and took pleasure in humiliating the wolf. He would even pull the funnel away and let the piss splash over his body, soaking into his fur and dripping onto the mattress. In minutes a cold chill had set in leaving him shivering whilst the oryx continued to hurl abuse and piss down the funnel. The taste was different. Not better, just different, less salty than the bobcat's but it didn't feel like an improvement. Floww swallowed whatever emptied down the funnel. The only respite he could take away from the situation was that only half of the man's piss was splashed over him, across his face, over his stomach and crotch, and what little was left would be directed for him to swallow.

That was until the boar stepped up. Smothered in tattoos and sporting a rather intimidating looking piercing, he took hold of the funnel himself and stood beside the oryx, not saying a word but simply bringing out his dick and letting loose. He hissed as his bladder began to empty, fresh piss coursing down the funnel, giving Floww something substantial to drink. He coughed and spluttered all over again until there was no air for him to do so, leaving him to gulp and swallow his way through the boar's urine. The Doberman, the slimmer one, moved to Floww's behind without him noticing, and it came as a surprise when more heat began to pool into his guts. He squirmed as the three men pissed into or over him and pulled against his bindings, his eyes screaming, the only sound however being that of his soft but distinct glugs as he drank down obediently. The oryx finished up, hung about for a few minutes more as he watched the wolf struggle on the boar's piss before he stormed out, probably to go looking for some poor submissive to torture himself at his own discretion.

Only one more man entered after this, and Jared seemed to visibly perk up as he saw whoever it was come down the hall. Floww was too preoccupied with drinking and writhing, unable to fight the feeling of two men filling both holes with piss, but he saw a shadow move beyond the door and a deep voice boom from beyond the room,

"Not too late, am I? I had to find someone to cover the bar." Jared answered, stepping aside to let this new figure in,

"Don't sweat it Frank."

'Frank' had to actually bow his head to enter in through the doorway, standing back up to his full height in the room that now felt awfully small for him being in it. Floww's eyes went wide and his heart stopped as he saw the male. Impossibly tall, thicker with muscle than even Jared, was a perfectly white Shire horse, mane hanging over his face looking almost awkward for his size and stature. Unlike the other men who all bore some fetish attire of some sort, this guy stood out for being dressed casually, sporting a pair of tightly hugging jeans and a polo shirt which looked like it might rip open any second. It bore the club's emblazoned logo: he was staff, probably a bar tender looking to catch a little fun, though if the bathroom was locked, maybe he was just here for relief. Floww shuddered at the thought, though that might very well have been for the continuing piss that poured into him from both ends.

The boar finished first, and rather than go for a limb to wipe himself clean, he let his cock drag across Floww's face, right through the dried cum, to stain it now with yellowed urine. The smell burnt on his nose as now it painted his muzzle, unable to truly escape the taste or stench that plastered his tongue as much as it did his nose. His oesophagus felt raw, both dry and sickly moist in some paradoxical sense, but the wolf was almost relieved that it was over, at least for now. Whoever the man was, he flashed Floww a sleazy grin with those tusks and left him, his eyes darting between the Shire and the bound male. The implication was there, it wasn't hard to figure out, and deep inside himself Floww groaned, knowing that sooner rather than later the horse was going to make his move and decide what exactly he was going to do with the wolf. There were so many options, and Floww didn't know which he wanted more and which he liked least.

The Doberman wasn't far behind the boar. Floww barely registered him stopping since the volume in his ass now just felt slimy, sloppy, and impossibly bloated, and all he could really feel was the warmth that sat in his guts. How full must he have been, how many gallons of piss had he taken? He couldn't have known, but the figure must have been large. It seemed unreal the amount he'd taken in such a short space of time, but it looked as if the figure might get much, much larger as now 'Frank' stepped up to the bed.

His fingers leisurely pulled on the zipper to his fly, unbuttoning himself with no clear rush, as he took the funnel from the Doberman who made a speedy exit. Floww didn't pay attention to the fleeing dog, instead his eyes remained fixed on the Shire who stared straight back through the locks of his mane, cold blue eyes just staring. At his groin was a large, threatening bulge, one which sprang free as he exposed his boxers. He seemed to almost tease the wolf as slowly he pulled out his cock with a drag, letting every inch out into the open to really show Floww just how large he was. There was nothing to be done but glare and watch, watch as the stallion took the funnel to his cock and kept his eyes fixed with Floww's, before winking and letting loose his piss.

Now Floww had heard of the phrase 'pissing like a racehorse', and as he lay there upon the bed with a stallion's bladder emptying into his already overfilled guts, he realised very quickly the gravity of that saying, and that he now knew it applied to just about any equine it seemed. The heat was immense, the pressure unstoppable, and the power behind it felt like a firehouse. Floww howled out of his funnel as scorching hot piss thundered into his guts like a tsunami, churning up the settling cum and piss already sitting inside him. It was like a dam breaking, the burst enough to leave him yowling and thrashing with renewed force as Frank took it upon himself to relieve everything that he had into the wolf. It backed up the funnel, far too much to drain quick enough, and Frank held the funnel over Floww's body as he pissed. The overflow ran over the lip of the funnel and poured down across his ass and crotch, beyond soaking him to the very bone with horse piss. It stank too, far worse than the other men, so much so that he was gagging on the air in the room as it became stifled and hot with thick aroma. Jared just stood to the side, arms folded with a smile across his face as he watched the wolf suffer under the torment.

Naturally though the horse's bladder did not go on forever; it felt like an age, but fortunately for the wolf the stream began to die down and the last of the stallion's piss gurgled into him, his abdomen now swollen with the urine and seed swimming inside him. The ordeal was over, at least in Floww's head it was, and his head collapsed back into the sodden mattress, too weak to really fight against whatever was to come next,

"Good boy," Jared purred, paw reaching down to stroke his neglected cock, slick with other men's piss and reeking of their scent, "Took it like a champ."

Floww expected Frank to make his leave, just like all the other men, but he moved across the room and sat down in the armchair, the wood creaking beneath his weight. His cock was still out, and now he lazily stroked himself whilst Jared tended to the wolf.

"But guess what. We're not done. Not even by a long shot."

He would have said later that he was surprised, but there and then he had known it was coming. The Doberman had promised to really put him through his paces, to push every limit, and that giving up or resting wasn't an option. So of course Jared had more planned, of course it entailed more action, and of course it meant that Floww wasn't allowed a moment's peace. His eyes, steeled, watched the Doberman as he pulled on the plug in the wolf's ass. He grimaced at the discomfort, but having already taken the toy once and worse, he seemed almost accustomed to feeling of stretched flesh. His hole slopped around the plug with a lewd slurp, piss and cum already jetting out from the sheer pressure of just being too overloaded in his bowels. But Jared didn't miss a beat. He lunged forward, cock at Floww's ass, and immediately just slammed himself inside.

"Fuck Jared, that looks so sexy. I love a stretched out hole."

Now he did howl once more, as not only did Jared just fuck himself into backed up loads and piss, but a rather large and prominent advantage he had was his knot, as it rammed itself in alongside the rest of his shaft. Floww bucked against the cock, knot and all, and shuddered as Jared wasted no time in drawing his hips back out with the rest of his member, only to slam it back inside. His nickname as a porn star was well deserved, as he became a living jackhammer, driving his cock into that stretched, sloppy hole with speed and force that left Floww pushed into the bed, head pressed against the bars at the end of the frame, grabbing onto his restraints for dear life as his ass was pummelled.

But it felt good, euphoric and amazing, even as he felt rivers of piss and cum splurge out against Jared's crotch and down his ass from the sheer fucking, every time the knot ripping at his hole bring out yet another wave of piss-cum. He moaned and whined with genuine pleasure as the Doberman fucked him, paws gripping just at his knees and Jared holding his head high with eyes clenched shut. It seemed he too was enjoying fucking the slippery, sloppy hole as much as Floww soared in the sensational burn that came with him driving that dick into him. Everything felt so smooth, the pressure was intense, and beneath it all he could feel his orgasm rising. If he could just lay here for hours more just getting ridden by the Doberman, he would be content. Maybe he had this porn thing down after all, maybe it was like exercise and once you broke past that mental hurdle the burn was good. His ass felt loose as it was fucked, every thrust accompanied with a squelch and trickle of escaping fluids, but more would be added soon, he expected.

"Don't forget me, kid."

A shadow fell across his face however, and Floww was forced to look up. The horse, Frank, had joined the two of them. He stood over the wolf's head whilst he was getting brutally fucked, cock in his paws, hard and dripping with pre. One held the base steady whilst the other sped over the head, rubbing his fingers against his flare and grunting as his hips tempted bucking into his grip. His face contorted into one of pleasure and discomfort, a grimace of conflicting feelings until he made a mad scramble for the funnel, tearing it from its hook and bringing it to his blunt tip. Loud gasps and moans reverberated through the room as horse seed surged down the tube, Floww spluttering at the sudden flood. He hadn't expected that much, even from a horse, but the thick cum came like a streaming torrent, drenching the wolf and leaving him to gulp down the musky, hot seed, soothing his throat but leaving him with a rich dryness on his tongue. The more he kept drinking of Frank's cum, the bolder the flavour, the more intense the feeling. But he couldn't do anything but be fucked and drink, and so with steady gulps he swallowed down all the seed Frank gave him, until Jared's growls joined the fray.

He humped with just his knot pounding in and out of that hole for an eternity, letting Floww ride the bulbous flesh that swelled with every passing second as the Doberman neared his orgasm. It tore through the wolf like an electric current, but he couldn't make a sound beneath the backed up flood of horse cum that he had yet to swallow. His body was charged with the sensation, having spent so long untouched and desperate to cum, that it just happened, without him even registering it. There was no high, no immediate relief, just the feeling of his balls emptying and jets of wolf seed stringing up along his stomach. It was if all sensation had just been eroded away and claimed by the Doberman, he continued to huff and snarl until he let out a triumphant growl, pushing himself as deep as he could, and a second load joining the first in his guts, adding to whatever was left of the piss. Floww tried his best to enjoy the feeling, the last of the stallion's jizz chugged down, sticky dregs lining his throat and muzzle whilst the Doberman finished up in his ass.

Frank left, relieved and now sated, but Floww didn't have time to acknowledge his departure. He felt new warmth erupt in his guts, the Doberman holding himself firm as he gave the wolf a dark, cheeky smile,

"You saw how much I drank; you didn't think that he'd be the last one?"

Floww lay there, again filling up with piss from the Doberman, panting hard through the tube. The night was still young, the bathroom was still locked, he reckoned, and Jared had indeed promised to test him. What more could he do but wait and enjoy the ride?

"Good boy..." Jared sighed happily, pulling his cock free with a river following behind it, splashing onto the mattress and pooling at the Doberman's knees and Floww's ass and tail. With three fingers he leisurely entered the sloppy hole, pulling against the rim and letting the cum and piss dribble out with a whistle of appreciation, "That's right, kid. We got a long night ahead of us. You ain't even close to being done yet, boy."