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In the bustling urban landscape they called home, Mathew and Perry, a committed couple, found themselves standing at a critical crossroads. Three years into their relationship, the relentless financial pressures imposed by the city's high cost of living and sparse job opportunities had left them grappling with the strain on their bond.

Perry was a feisty and slim young male golden retriever with a luscious blond coat and brown eyes that sparkled with an untamed spirit. This harbored a charm that echoed the vivacity of his canine counterpart. Mathew, on the other hand, stood tall and broad-shouldered, embodying the stoicism of a great dane. His raven-colored fur and deep gray eyes exuded a quiet strength that complemented Perry's exuberance. The younger one in the pair had long nurtured an interest in modeling. It was a dream deferred by the harsh practicalities of everyday life.

The glow of Perry's laptop screen cast a warm hue in the dimly lit room. He clicked through pages in search of opportunities. Mathew lounged nearby, a silent guardian with an occasional glance toward Perry's determined endeavor.

After sifting through various job listings and casting calls, Perry stumbled upon an intriguing advertisement. The allure of a professional adult photoshoot beckoned, promising not only a chance to showcase his modeling aspirations but also the potential for much-needed financial relief.

"Hey, Matt!" Perry called out, his voice a blend of eagerness.

"Check this out. I found this ad for an adult photoshoot. It could be a game-changer for us."

His partner's gaze shifted from a state of casual observation to focused attention "Adult photoshoot?" he queried. The lines on his aura betray a mixture of concern and interest. "Are you sure about this, Perry?"

The blonde responded with a nod. "Yeah, Matt. Look, I know it's unconventional, but it could open doors for both of us. Financially, and well, you know, for my modeling dreams."

Mathew's gray eyes bore into Perry's. Following a moment, his demeanor softened even if he was still unsure of it. "If this is what you want, Perry, I'm with you. We'll face it together."

He was encouraged by the great dane's support. Perry delved into the application process. He fervently typed away emails and filled out the application for the adult photoshoot opportunity. His boyfriend's presence became a soothing balm to his nerves. The soft clicks of the mouse resonated in the room, punctuated by the sound of Mathew's measured breaths.

During the days leading up to the scheduled studio session, Perry and Mathew found themselves caught in a whirlwind of anticipation. The email from Mars, the accomplished photographer, arrived like an unexpected twist in their journey. This added some suspense to them.

The subject line read, "Exciting News: Your Application Has Been Accepted!"

Perry's heart raced as he clicked to open the email, and the screen came alive with Mars' words:

Subject: Exciting News: Your Application Has Been Accepted!

Dear Perry,

I trust this message finds you well. My name is Mars, and I'm delighted to extend my warmest congratulations on the acceptance of your application for our upcoming adult photoshoot.

Your portfolio captivated me from the very beginning. Perry, your physique and the dynamic energy emanating from your images left an impression on me. The expressive nature captured in your photographs aligns perfectly with the artistic vision we aim to bring to life.

Perry couldn't contain his excitement as he exclaimed, "Matt, check this out. I got accepted for the photoshoot!"

Mathew leaned over to see the screen. "That's great news, Perry."

Mars' email continued:

Here are the details for the upcoming photoshoot:

Date: [Insert Date]

Time: [Insert Time]

Location: [Insert Studio Address]

An expression crossed Mathew's face. "Looks like we'll be pushing some boundaries, huh?"

Perry shrugged, an immature glint in his eyes.

Best regards,

Mr. Mars

[Studio Representative]

[Studio Name]

[Contact Information]

As Perry finished reading, excitement and nervousness fluttered within him.

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The colors of the cars began to flicker as they passed by so fast on the bustling streets. The duo hailed a cab, setting the stage for a hopefully productive afternoon.

Perry, draped in a sleek ensemble that included a fitted black jacket, charcoal-colored jeans, and polished leather boots. His dark sunglasses contrasted with his blonde fur, shimmering subtly. A silver pendant nestled around his neck served as a quiet accessory to reflect his distinctive personality.

Beside him, Mathew, cut an impressive figure in a well-tailored charcoal gray suit. The suit accentuated his broad shoulders. Underneath it was a crisp white shirt paired with a silver tie. His black colored fur was elegantly groomed and blew an air of quiet strength to his overall demeanor.

As the cab meandered through the labyrinthine streets, Perry couldn't help but gaze out of the window, captivated by the urban symphony unfolding around them. The distant sounds of laughter, and the rhythmic cadence of footsteps created a melodic backdrop to their unknown thoughts.

Perry stole a glance at Mathew, who met his gaze with a blank face. "Can't believe we're doing this, Matt."

Mathew started doubting, "I know we'll navigate this together but do you want to continue? You know I can find a second job right? Anything for you."

"Ye! Don't worry about it Matty." Perry squished the taller creature's cheeks making his thumb accidentally brush Mathew's canine tooth. Mathew rolled his eyes before chuckling and threatening to bite him jokingly. "Alright, alright! Enough, you win baby." His worries are melting away.

They finally arrived at the studio--a beacon of modern creativity amidst the busy sprawl. Perry and Mathew stepped out, there was the scent of brake dust lingering in the air.

The building showcased a façade painted in a suave blend of charcoal gray and muted indigo. Large, floor-to-ceiling windows graced the front, offering tantalizing glimpses into the enclave within.

A soft and ambient glow emanated from concealed LED fixtures that lined the exterior. Adorned with the studio's name in elegant font, was affixed above the entrance.

Upon entering the studio, they approached the reception desk. Behind the desk was a large monitor displaying a slideshow of past photoshoots showing the studio's diverse portfolio. The staff member with a tablet in hand, welcomed the couple.

"Hello!" The staff member greeted them. "Welcome to the studio. How may I assist you today?"

Perry stepped forward. "We have a scheduled photoshoot today. I am Perry. I'm just with my boyfriend, Mathew."

The staff member swiftly tapped on the tablet, glancing at the schedule. "Ah, yes. Perry but I don't see a 'Mathew' in here? Would it be alright if you wait for Perry here? You're with Mr. Mars today. Let me guide you to the studio."

But Perry was unwilling to let Mathew go "Is it possible for him to come in? He won't be a bother, and I'd feel more at ease with him there."

The staff member hesitated, explaining, "It's a standard practice to have only the model in the studio during the shoot. It helps maintain focus and ensures a smoother process."

Perry, however, was determined. "I understand, but Mathew is my support. He won't disturb anything, I promise. Can I check with Mr. Mars if it's okay for him to stay?"

The staff member recognized Perry's earnestness and ended up agreeing. "Certainly, Perry. Go ahead and ask Mr. Mars. If he's comfortable with it, we won't have any objections."

With a subtle gesture, they were led through a series of hallways with photography exhibits and artworks. The eclectic collection displayed the studio's commitment to.

"Perry," Mathew began, his low deep voice a steady anchor in the hallway. "You don't have to feel pressured to have me in there. If it's better for the shoot, I can wait for you outside."

Perry could sense Mathew's sincerity and the undercurrent of unspoken words. He leaned in, whispering in the comforting solitude of the area, "Mathew, why didn't you speak up earlier? You know I want you with me."

Mathew admitted, "I didn't want to pressure you or ruin anything. It's your moment."

The younger one reassured him. As the elevator doors closed behind them, Perry wrapped his arms around Mathew in a hug. The gentle warmth of the embrace spoke volumes.

The staff member pressed the button for the lower ground floor--the destination of Perry's scheduled photoshoot. The elevator doors slid open accompanied by a dull ping, revealing a polished interior that mirrored the studio's modern aesthetic.

When descended to the lower ground floor, the mood subtly shifted. The concrete walls of the elevator gave way to a corridor. Perry and Mathew were guided to a door that blended seamlessly with the muted surroundings.

"This is your studio for today," The staff member gestured towards the nondescript door.

Perry exchanged a curious glance with Mathew, but before they could inquire further, the door swung open.

The room, though lacking in visual appeal, hinted at an unconventional approach to the upcoming photoshoot.

To their surprise, Mars, the equine photographer, stood in the center of the room, surrounded by an array of photographic equipment. His expression, though initially focused, easened up as he greeted him. "Perry, welcome. Let's make some magic today."

However upon noticing Mathew, Mars' features tightened and a small crinkle formed between his brows. Perry, ever perceptive, immediately sensed the change in this.

"Mr. Mars, is it alright if my boyfriend stays?" Perry asked, his voice filled with genuine worry. "It'll make me more comfortable, and he won't be in the way."

Mathew attempted to break the ice and introduce himself, extending a hand toward Mars. "Hi, I'm Mathew. Nice to meet you."

Mars took the offered handshake but did so with a noticeable tension. The eccentric horse managed a strained smile. "Yes, of course. Mathew can stay. We'll make it work."

"Mathew, this is Mr. Mars, the photographer for today." The blonde dog added while laughing awkwardly trying to relieve the tension.

They noticed that Mars was not alone. Lars, a figure with a mischievous gleam on his face, emerged from the shadows. The unexpected presence of another individual in the room added a layer of complexity to the situation.

"Oh hi, I thought it's just gonna be you, Mr. Mars." Perry remarked.

The photographer introduced Lars and said "This is Lars, a colleague of mine."

That being said, Lars also extended a hand in greeting before winking "Colleague and a bit of a troublemaker, if you ask me."

When the introductions progressed, Mars' initial crankiness seemed to escalate. Mathew sensed the tension, subtly asserted himself by crossing his arms and casting a look at Mars. Perry did not seem to catch this.

Formalities unfolded again with the model extending a polite greeting, "Nice to meet you, Lars."

Mars is a muscular and tall chestnut brown horse. His colleague was the tallest of them all. Lars is a white horse with black dots that bordered on arrogance. He was a bit smaller when it came to muscles compared to Mars but his imposing stature and the distinct pattern on his coat made him stand out.

The atmosphere took a turn when Lars with a devious smirk whispered something malicious and secretly sensual to Mars. His ogling grazed left and right on the pair. The couple, oblivious to the whispered words, felt it. Mars was initially on edge but seemed to let go, albeit reluctantly, under the influence of Lars' words.

The studio buzzed at the moment that Perry was freshly prepped by the assistants and stepped into the spotlight. The initial phase of the photoshoot flowed smoothly with Mars directing a series of sensual solo shots that captured nude vulnerability. Snaps of the camera can be heard throughout the studio.

The solo shot progressed then a shift permeated the objective of the project. Mars and Lars exchanged glances that hinted at a change in dynamics. This was the perfect time for them to take advantage of an opportunity. It did not matter that Perry was not alone. Slowly, Lars took all his clothes off except for his underwear and walked towards the model.

Mathew and his boyfriend were taken aback by the abrupt occurrence. The chestnut colored horse eventually broke the silence. Mars suggested with an eerie enthusiasm, "How about we explore some partner poses? Perry, Lars, it could add a unique layer to the narrative."

Perry was hesitant. His eyes darted away from Mathew for he feels guilty about what he is going to do. Modeling is his dream, it makes sense that he has to test some limits. After a brief internal struggle, he tentatively agreed, "Okay, let's give it a try."

The hunk's heart sank when Perry agreed to the proposal. He knew Perry's passion for modeling but he couldn't shake the growing sense of discomfort that now enveloped him. It was obvious as well that his boyfriend was feeling uneasy.

They were both showing off their toned limbs and midriffs other than the fact that Perry was the only one not wearing his underwear. At first, Perry and Lars maintained a respectful distance. Their movements were capturing a nuanced interplay even if it was a bit stiff. This has been creepily called out by a perfectionist photographer, "Now, reach out and touch Lars's chest."

A wave of nervousness washed over him. Lars nodded at him, persuading him to continue. He reached out wobbly to touch the bare skin of Lar's chunky chest. The warm breath of the bigger figure beside him fanned over his face. Up to this time the couple have no idea about the real intentions of the two. Including how Mars has been keeping himself in check at the view as he actually began to record it instead of simply taking pictures. On the screen of the camera, it can be seen that Lars was stealing glances at the unclothed ass of Perry. The model may not be gifted in his crotch but his glutes sure are.

Mars continued instructing, "Great, now run your fingers across his chest." Perry furrowed his eyebrows, his lips formed a tight line. Mathew was mouthing to him "Let's just go home, puppy."

The golden retriever agrees. He then withdrew his hand but before he could fully do that, Lars squeezed it and placed it on his left pec. "It's just work." Lars exasperatingly whispered. This didn't reassure Perry at all. His hand was tormentingly slid down the white horse's chest, feeling the muscles beneath his skin. It was getting closer to the pelvis. The discernment that Lars's physique in general was more huge than Mathew awfully intimidated him.

Perhaps it was because red flags were consecutively being raised. His gut was telling him to run with his boyfriend. "With all due respect Mr. Mars but I remember that the point of this photoshoot was to have solo nude shots, not to do this." Perry had already hastily taken a step back the moment he tilted his head with fear at Mars.

Lars glared, "I'm just doing my job too, aren't I?"

In response to this, the model shook his head "No, you're not. This shoot was supposed to be different. I'm not ok with this."

The photographer's voice stepped in between the two "Listen, Perry. We discussed this before the shoot - we needed to push the boundaries to create something compelling. If you aren't willing to give it your all, we can find someone else for the role."

Mathew decided to take the matters with his own hands earlier than Mars could even manipulate Perry. "This isn't what Perry agreed on! He knew you were going to explore some things but this is different. I won't let him do this! Let's go home Perry." Lars huffed at this. To say that the area is exhibiting potential dangers is an understatement. Unbeknownst to them, what Mathew shouted has switched a button within Mars.

Mars quickly picked up the camera and placed it on the table. Then, he grabbed the camera stand and swung it at the great dane's face using the metal base. Mathew cried out in pain but he was tougher than what Mars had expected. He turned his attention to Mathew's abdomen and kicked him hard. It helped that Mars was more muscular to be able to make Mathew hit the chair behind him.

The horse then grabbed Mathew by the hair and yanked his head back, exposing his face. "Please don't do this! Have mercy!" Perry cried out but this earned him a harsh slap from Lars. The pathetic sounds of his boyfriend were a bit muffled inside his mind as he tried to find a way to escape. "Don't be so naive," Mars growled at Mathew. "This is how it goes in the industry. Get used to it."

"Fuck you!" Mathew spat.

Meanwhile, Lars aggressively carried Perry over to the table. He held his knees and then bound his legs, and arms together with a rope, his plump cheeks were mere inches from his face. Lars wanted nothing more than to carry Perry like a box with a glory hole in the air, shoving his cock deep into it. But now was not the time to take Perry in the way he desired.

The eccentric horses pivoted their eyes to Mathew who had slouched onto the floor. Working in tandem, they efficiently and methodically bound Mathew's arms and legs to the chair using a variety of cords and straps.

Perry witnessed the distressing scene and couldn't hold back his tears. Once the binding was complete, Perry became the focus of Lars's unwanted attention. He was unsettlingly grinning as he leaned in to sniff Perry's neck audibly. The model choked a sob "W-what are you doing?"

He reached down and grabbed his asscheeks, squeezing them between his fingers. "Stop! Please, stop!" Lars cruelly pushed Perry's head against the table, ignoring his pleas.

Being at the helm was addictive. He greedily rubbed his nose on the latter's ass, "You'll do as you're told." audibly inhaling the musk that was forming. Lars licked Perry's asshole violently, his tongue curling on his hole.

"You're gripping me," Lars whispered. The tip of his tongue wobbled inside Perry while he spoke. Perry's gruffly screams pierced the air. He felt horrified that his body was betraying him like this.

Mars clutched onto the tail of the handkerchief that was tied around Mathew's mouth causing him to drool a lot, his chin up. He rubbed Mathew's thick shaft with his hand which had a bite mark from when Mathew tried to escape. The terracotta individual leaned forward to lick Mathew's cheek tantalizingly.

Mathew shouted "I will kill you, you bast--ard!". The last syllable was almost incorrigible. Mars tutted at him before pointing out "Now, now, won't you take a look at your pretty boyfriend..."

Perry's dick was involuntarily jolting upwards whilst Lars continued thrusting his tongue in and out of him. His boyfriend was aroused from the assault. As much as Mathew wants to be possessive, be jealous that Lars was the reason Perry is swollen right now, he was consumed by different emotions. It's difficult to think when you're on the verge of exploding intoxicatingly.

Lars spat at Perry's hole. "Your boyfriend here has always wanted something bigger," the white horse told Mathew, stroking his cock. "And now he's going to get it."

The statement wasn't exactly true; Mathew is packing and hairy down there but it's no brainer that the two horses were much more huge.

Perry instinctively bowed down from Lars when he saw him stand in front of him but Lars cupped his jaw as he forced Perry's head down onto his penis. He gasped as the tip of Lars' cock nudged his lips and the searing heat off of it. Unable to move his head up, Perry weakly reached up to try to push Lars away but to no avail.

Lars laughed mockingly, "Ohhh, you don't want to suck dick, huh, baby? Well, how about I make you change your mind?" With those words, Lars grabbed Perry's shoulder and shoved him firmly.

He felt Lars' cock pressing against his lips once more but this time, Lars clamped him down tightly. The equine finally forced Perry's head down onto the whole massive member of his.

The model took a deep breath, feeling it press against the back of his throat. He coughed reflexively.

Lars said, "That's it, baby - take it all in now." He pushed past the gag reflex and into the back of Perry's throat. His neck muscles were twisting and his eyes watering.

"Mmfgh..shtop... can't... I-I don't like it..." It nearly made Perry retch.

The stallion took a moment to degradingly slap his cock on Perry's face, "Shut up, baby! I'll hurt you if you don't stop!". As a retort, he let out a pleading sob. Lars continued. He was muttering profanities with every thrust as both of their faces turn red from the strain.

Perry struggled more to catch his breath when Lars finally erupted a lot of his seeds into his mouth. All of it was drowning Perry's throat. He tried to swallow it quickly to save himself but Lars pulled out of him straight away, leaving the young man looking dumb with his eyes closed and cum spilling out of his mouth.

"Was his, fuck, throat tight?" Mars asked lazily, not even glancing at Lars. His colleague was entertained to see his bigger cock in contact with Mathew's, humping on it. "Hmm, weren't you pissed that our model's boytoy was here?" Lars was curious.

He carried Perry, the blonde's arms, trembling. Perry's mouth felt like it wasn't his anymore. "We'll be back, stay still on this sofa and watch unless you want your BF's experience to be worse." He whispered as he walked away from him.

"It's 'cause I bet he doesn't bottom.'' Mars murmured. The two horses observed Mathew's lip. It was bleeding from how hard he was biting it, stifling his frustrated groans "That." Mars continued and stopped humping, "Much." He then squeezed the latter's neck "Yet."

Mathew let out an agonizing scream. He slammed his horsecock into Mathew's hole, not giving Mathew a chance to get used to the fullness of him. Mathew's hands were gripping the back of the chair for support.

"Hold on, Mars, Mars, fuck, the camera gotta get a better view of this." The great dane widened his eyes, he raised his head to look for Perry after hearing what Lars said. "P-perry! Mhmp!" His boyfriend passed out from exhaustion. But he didn't stop shouting.

"Perry, are you okay? IS anybody there?! Help us!" The duo jeered at him laughingly. It was when Lars faced the camera's lens near Mathew that made Mars level up his speed. "He's training your hole, slut." Lars intervened, sensing an erection again.

"S-shit, h-ahh, is this your first cock in the ass? I bet you won't last long." Mars can smell how aroused Mathew was. With his body clenching him, he stroked the raven haired again. "I don't wanna cum you nasty bitch!" Mathew was begging Mars not to make him cum.

Suddenly, Mathew's eyes rolled and he let out a loud gasp as he came. His semen shooting out of his cock and dripping down his legs. Mars snickered at him, "That's what you get for being a tight ass."

Mars sighed then pulled out of Mathew. He let him fall from the chair, sticky with his own bodily fluids. "You didn't even let me finish. You came so fast and for that you will have to watch the both of us ruin your lovely Perry."

He turned to Perry, who already being fucked secretly in the ass by Lars behind the camera. Perry was close to passing out again, not being able to respond or fight back. Mars grinned. "Your turn, baby."

Perry's tired noises were cut off by the thick cock that was stuffed inside his mouth. He ended up falling into a slumber, too overstimulated by the happenings. Lars reached around and grabbed Perry's flat pecs, flicking his nipples as his balls were slapping against his ass cheeks. Eventually, both Lars and Mars reached their climaxes, their powerful cocks pulsing within the tight confines of Perry's body. His dick was oozing with his juices despite being unconscious.

Breaths that sounded restrained were heard. Mathew watched the entire scene unfold, humping into nothing as if he were fucking Perry himself. No one helped him ease the heaviness within his pelvis.

With a wicked look to the camera, Mars calmly stated "Recording 1.2 ended."