Hottest in Summer: Ch 4 Hallucinations of Summer
#2 of Hottest in Summer
Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff
Music pounded at the bottom of John's sneakers, the crowds around him seeming almost invisible as he hurried to the back. He was familiar with the club, especially the back. Wearing a simple vest and baggy cargo pants, he brushed away all the paws and talons that tried to touch him, getting looks from both males and fems. He really wasn't into these kinds of places, but it was the only place he could get away...get lost. Pushing open the last door in the back, he entered a long blue hallway filled with doors, most of them shut with occupied on the handle in red. As he headed to the second to last door, a red squirrel with a swimmer's build and blue bangs wearing an American flag g-string strutted up to him, his average looking package tight in the material.
"Hey stud, you're Johnny, right?" the squirrel asked in a boyish tone. The dingo cocked his head, "Yeah..." The flashy male reached behind him and pulled something from the strap of his g-string. Holding it out to John, "Fix says he knew you'd want this...and that you owe him for the last one." Johnny's eyes fell towards the white wrapper, his right paw tips twitching when he realized what it was. Reaching out, he roughly grabbed the squirrel's arm and snatched it from the male's palm. "Ow! Watch it...!" he whined, rubbing his arm where the dingo had tugged at his fur. A little pissed, the squirrel tried to smile, "Hey, how about you spend your night with me instead of Tim, huh?" Johnny narrowed his eyes, "Nah, no thanks, you're...just not my type..." The squirrel rolled his eyes, "You mean I'm not a coyote..." He had a cocky grin as he muttered, "That guy Colton must've had a sweet ass..." Just as the dingo growled and grabbed the squirrel by his muzzle, snarling, a small tan and black paw reached out to take Johnny by the arm. "Hey lover boy, save that for me...okay?" Johnny looked down with his snarling muzzle, realizing the small paw belonged to a coyote with a body more tan than anything, a single patch of gray and black fur on his back. He was wearing a green thong with tube socks to match, a number of shiny piercings in his ear. "Come on, I've got a room right over here..." The squirrel gave a threatening stare as the two wandered off down the blue hallway.
Johnny casually tossed off his clothes, it becoming more of a routine now. Staring down at the slutty, naked coyote on the blue sheeted bed surrounded by candles, he pulled out the white packet the squirrel had given him. He raised it to his arms but paused when the coyote made a noise in his throat, bobbing his leg over his knee while looking to the corner of the room. "Is there a problem?" Johnny asked, his arm twitching with the packet hovering over it. The coyote's leg stopped bobbing as he turned to look at the dingo, "Breaking reality again?" The dingo thought about what the coyote was trying to say, but the call of the patch was really starting to make his arm shake. He gave a weakened look before slapping the white material onto the exposed vein of his arm.
The dingo sucked through his teeth as he felt the drugs inside the patch sink past his fur, sinking into the pours of his skin. He groaned, stumbling towards the bed, licking his lips as the muscles of his body bulged as each vein throbbed along his arm. As the burning, aching feeling crept up to his neck, he huffed as the rest of his body bulged, each cell in going numb before tingling like a tiny orgasm. He let his tongue hang from his muzzle as his lips went dry, reaching between his legs and fondling his shaft as his cock flopped out of its sheath, his fat rod dripping on the floor, its veins bulging, the contents of the slapper being pumped through his blood. The last thing he saw was the red ring around the vein on his arm as he pulled the slapper away, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he reached out to touch the coyote slut's muzzle. Everything around him was melting away...and he was a teenaged pup again. Tim the slut was gone, and as Johnny climbed on top of him, he nuzzled into Colton's super soft neck fur, "Colt..."
Everything that was Colton hovered around him, everything that made Johnny remember him as the teenaged pup wrapped his legs around the big male's waist. The orange of the coyote's fur glowed like the setting sun in his window, his brown eyes like deep pools, and his thick pelt flowing like the dunes in a desert. He watched with pure content as the coyote's muzzle fell open in a gasp, a blush forming beneath the tan fur on his cheeks as he pressed his shaft into Colton's pucker. Gasping hard, he lightly moved his hips, trying to be as gentle as possible as he started to thrust. All of a sudden he felt cold air hit his cock, his head slammed into the floor.
Feeling a sharp pressure on his skull from someone kneeling on him, the warm visions of Colton disappear and he saw a thick grayish black blur forming over him. The heat flaring inside his body made Johnny struggle wildly, furiously trying to toss his body about as he growled like a feral. He quickly froze when he saw a blurred fist come into view, metal rings around each hoofed finger. It finally hit him who it was and it was too late as he uttered, "Fuck... Ian...wai...!" Things blurred again and went dark when the rhino's plate like fist was lifted and slammed back down into Johnny's face.
Waking up was a harsh thing. The drug had run half its course. Johnny's face ached from the hard punch the rhino had given him. He thought maybe the huge male had just beaten the shit out of him and left. But as he tried to move his arms, he winced as he felt himself tug at his other wrist and his waist. Trying to get up off the floor, he suddenly felt a giant foot being shoved against his ass and he was forced back down to his knees. A growl forced its self from his throat, his knees scraping on the carpet. He really hated himself at the moment; it was his fault he was in this mess. His face throbbed as he looked up at the rhino that walked in front of him. He didn't even bother to try and move. He just stared with a serious look, grinding the handcuffs through the loop of the leather belt around his waist, keeping his paws behind his back.
His eyes widened as the bouncer reached into his jeans and pulled out his naturally huge, flared cock. The dingo's eye turned desperate and he pitifully shook his head, "No...no...Ian...please..." He cried out when the rhino struck him hard across the jaw with his palm. His jaw hung open as pain racked through his skull. Without warning, the rhino grabbed his aching jaw and stuffed his muzzle full of cock. The big rhino gagged him, thrusting his huge shaft in and out of the back of Johnny's throat. The dingo had never swallowed a male so big before, his eyes dripping gagging tears which stained the golden fur on his cheeks. He cried again and groaned around the rhino's prick as the big male slapped his jaw again, the dominated male not daring to bite down. "First you skip out on payment...." Johnny clenched his eyes as he was slapped again, struggling not to throw up while he gagged on more and more cock until his muzzle was slammed against the big male's crotch. He was hit hard again in the jaw, forcing him to whimper as the cock was pulled half out of his mouth, tasting the rhino's salty pre, "...then you try to manhandle one of our boys?"
The dingo couldn't see over the big male's rock hard abdomen, his eyes damp with tears. The male raping his face snorted and grunted, flapping his pierced ears, feeling himself getting close. The grunts became louder each time his cock throbbed in John's throat, licking his lips, loving the feeling of the dingo's throat muscles milking his thick meat. Johnny gave desperate, hard breaths through his nose as the rhino roughly grabbed his head with both hands, slamming hard into the back of his throat, struggling to breathe as the male humped his face, his cock jumping, spewing hot sperm deep into the dingo's stomach. The big male bellowed, grinding his blocky teeth, drooling as he screwed the wild dog's throat.
John kneeled on the floor, coughing up the rhino's salty load as best he could. When he glanced towards the door, he finally realized that they had an audience. Ian suddenly patted him on the cheek that wasn't badly bruised, "This should cover your tab..." Frantic, Johnny nearly hopped up and down, struggling to get out of the bindings around his wrist, curling up as the big males stepped up, their hooves made loud thuds on the floor. Johnny didn't even bother to whimper, knowing he was going to be their play thing for the night...
It was late in the night when Jesse pulled up in his gray van. The zebra was hesitant at first as he wandered into the alley way. He froze when he saw John's body laying there, his cell phone in the palm of his extended paw, his clothes on top of him. "Aw man...Johnny?" he asked softly, nudging the dingo's shoulder. There wasn't much movement from the male, just the twitch of a paw or his tail between his legs...