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Jason stood in front of the gleaming white edifice that was the St. Louis Cathedral and stared at the parapets that jutted towards the clear November sky. They sound of people swirled around him without bothering him and the sound of jazz music played in the background. The sun was slowly setting and casting streamers of red, orange, purple and pink through the sky. Each faded seamlessly into the next. It was beautiful, peaceful, calming. It was the sort of scene that people took pictures of or painted for the tourists. It was something that should have stirred the heart and brought words of praise to God to the lips of the religious. He didn't feel that stirring. Only one thought was on the young IT man's mind wasn't one of peace or enjoyment of his surroundings.

_That bastard.. I'm going to kill him. _ He growled in his own mind and sucked in a breath before blowing it out again with a shiver.

It had been over six months since the club and stallion who had called himself Shadowfax. It had been months since he'd been here on vacation. Months since he'd been forced to drink, drugged and taken by a stallion in ways that had humiliated, horrified, and aroused him. He closed his eyes and moved away from the cathedral with a slight shiver. It was the same shiver that always hit him when he thought about the pale stallion and the way he'd been handled. It wasn't a shiver of fear, but of desire that was carefully tempered under months of restraint and self control. He'd worked as hard as he could to ensure that he was normal on the outside. He went to work, he went out with friends, he enjoyed a few drinks, he lived his life, but always the events of Mardi Gras remained in his mind.

_No one will make you feel like I can.. _ The words echoed like a curse in his memories. They had haunted him with their truth.

No matter how he acted in his real life, he couldn't forget the stallion who had claimed him. The day after his ordeal he had packed and bags and run. He hadn't bathed, he hadn't cared about it, he'd just bolted on the first plane he could book. He'd woken up with a burning need for the stallion that had almost made his loins ache. He'd bolted the moment he realized that he wanted to go back to the club and into the stallions embrace. He'd hauled out on a plane and left his ordeal behind him, at least, that's what he'd thought. He hadn't. His body ached for a taste of what the stallion had given him. The rough and wild fucking that had made him feel so alive, so aroused. Even months after the fact he still remembered it and lingered over the details.

He had tried to forget. He'd tried women. He'd tried men. He'd tried everything. But every time he was aroused his mind went back to the stallion. The scent, the touch, the feel of the mottled cock in his hand. He could no longer masturbate without his fantasies turning to the horse. Even his favorite magazines lost their appeal. They weren't what he wanted. He'd started to download the sort of porn he would have been horrified by at anyone else looking at. He found websites devoted to anthros, and most especially horses. He was losing his grip on himself. And he'd come back to New Orleans. He'd returned to the place that had ruined his neat little life.

It had been humiliating to realize that he had been fighting a losing battle. He'd been half hoping that his work would keep him from taking a second vacation, but they'd been all too amenable that he use up his vacation time. No one had even questioned the fact he was going to the same place that he had gone just a few months before. He'd found a good deal on plane tickets and a hotel, and away he'd gone. The excitement of the trip had been almost pleasurably painful. Except, the reality of it had started to fall far short of what he expected to happen.

What am I doing.. He ran his hands through his hair and drew in a sharp breath. I need to go home. I shouldn't be here..

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Jason wouldn't go home. He knew it. He wasn't going to turn away now that he was so close. He'd spent the day watching the large anthro horses, mules and donkeys hauling carriages along the cobblestone streets. He'd felt a rush of heat rise up in him and he'd looked in vain for the stallion that had haunted his dreams and nightmares. He knew that Fax worked the carriages, he'd seen the flattened fur where straps of leather had been settled over his body. He hadn't seen a single grey stallion pulling the carriages. It was his last day here and he still hadn't seen hide nor hair of the creature that had changed his life. Part of him should have been relieved, he should have felt happy that he wouldn't debase himself for the creature.

Instead, he felt disappointed, angry and upset. He had built up an idea on what would happen and nothing had gone the way he planned. It was his last day here and he'd been disappointed enough that'd finally hit a bar. He'd been avoiding most of them because he'd had little urge to drink, he'd wanted his mind clear. But he'd ended his lunch with a hurricane as well as a shot. He hadn't expected it to hit him so hard, but he found it hard to keep his footing properly. Or even walk without swaying. He glanced towards the neon lights of the club he'd visited when he'd first come here. He'd been there every night, for hours, and he hadn't found the stallion he was looking for. He'd found a few dogs that had been interested, even a rather burly looking cat, but not what his body craved, wanted, needed.

What did he do to me... Jason stopped and dropped back to lean against a worn brick building. He stared at the club across the street and tried to concentrate on the flashing lights.

"Fax's pet, eh?" A low voice came from across the street and a form shifted in the coming darkness. "Been watchin' you, boy."

He stood up straight with a jerk and stared at the large body that was mimicking his pose from across the street. The street lights cast his watcher in shadows, but he saw a large set of ears and a muzzle that was far too thin to be an equine. Jason squinted a little before stumbling onto the cobblestone street and towards the figure. The world tilted slightly and he closed his eyes to try and center himself as the male let out a short barking laugh. It was a rough wild sound that made the hair on the back of his neck rise up.

"You know Fax?" His voice was a bit high pitched and he swallowed with a flush. Damnit, what was wrong with him?

"Oh yes, I know Shadowfax," The figure stepped out and the light glinted on an impressive spread of antlers that crowned a russet colored head. "What's wrong, human? Ya look like you're about to fall down."

"I.. I just think I had the wrong drink.." Jason stumbled back a few steps as the stag advanced on him. "I was looking for him. I had.. business."

The lights from the club showed the stag clearly despite the darkening night. The creature stood nearly eight feet tall from the tips of his impressive antlers all the way down to his broad cloven hooves. The russet color of his fur could have been from the red neon lights or it could have been his natural coloring. His chest and throat were shocking splashes of white, outlines in bold black streaks that disappeared into the loose vest that he wore. Jason didn't look lower, he tried to keep his eyes on the handsome face that peered down at him. The liquid brown eyes regarded him with what looked like amusement before a thick nailed hand reached up and cupped the underside of his chin and lifted it up.

"Oh lad, you had business well past six months ago, you don't have it now. Fax is not a creature to be kept waiting when he marks a human." The stag murmured and lowered his head so a hot puff of air hit his nostrils. "You smell like drugs and drink and desire."

"I-" Jason started and the stag's hand moved around his waist so he was pulled in closer. He moved his hands out to stop himself from being drawn in too close. His hands pressed against the broad chest. Barely enough space to himself.

"I know where Fax is, boy." The stag's lips twitched in a smile that showed flat white teeth. "I'm the guardian at the gate as it were. If you want him, you must get past me. They call me Lost, because that is what I do. I gather up the lost little lambs and bring them back to the fold."

"L-lost? Listen, I just wanted to see Fax, I'm not here for..." He writhed backwards, but a hand gripped him harder.

"And you will see him. You've already enjoyed a drink that I had a friend prepare for you, now you will come with me to the Saint's Club." Lost let out another barking laugh and twisted to one side so his broad arm linked with Jason's.

"Then I'll see him?" His mind felt strangely fogged, the deer wasn't making much sense, he only knew one word that was important. Fax. What the fuck was wrong?

"Oh yes, human. He has been waiting for you." The buck dropped his head and one of the smooth oak colored antlers brushed his cheek. "I've been following you all week, waiting, watching, seeing what you'll do."

"I.. this is wrong." Jason blinked his eyes rapidly. Something was wrong, very fucking wrong. He jerked back a step, only to feel the arm tighten around his waist. "I just need to go."

"Oh no. I don't think so. I think you're only confused." The buck lifted his head and guided him down a side street. "You're exactly where you're supposed to be. Now, how about a drink? You look as if you've been walking all day..."

Lost lifted up a metal and leather flask before popping off the lid. Jason wanted to say no, he knew he should. He remembered last time and the drinks he'd been fed, but his body didn't care about that. All it cared about was getting what it remembered. He let the buck tip some of the sweet tasting rum into his mouth before swallowing.

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The Saint's Club wasn't a part of the French Quarter, it was at the very edge of the Garden District and had as much in common to The Midnight Hour as a four star restaurant had to a McDonalds. The lights gleamed a brilliant blue that were trimmed with LED so that the building stood out with a strange splendor. The doors were guarded by massive looking bulls that were gilded with silver points attached to their horns. These anthros didn't look mild or harmless, they looked like the muscle they were. That was the first odd part about the club. Most people didn't hire on anthros as muscle, they weren't well known for that. It was almost enough that he stumbled out of the slight haze the drink was causing him. Then again, the world was surreal feeling. Only Lost was his anchor and the buck wasn't the best anchor in the world.

The deer kept an arm hooked beneath Jason's and guided him towards the club, but only after teasingly offering him another drink. The bright eyes were focused on him and had a feverish quality about them. The black padded nose twitched and flared at odd moments. He looked, wrong. There was something aggressive and violent beneath the surface that no anthro he'd met had had. The bulls were intimidating and ShadowFax had been dominant, but he hadn't been violent. And to see that behavior in a herbivore made him wonder if he was having some strange drunken dream. Except, the touch was very firm and very real. And the drink so sweet and sharp on his tongue as he was guided to towards the side door.

"Welcome to the Saint's Club, darlin'..." Lost grinned at him and gestured him through the door where the music was pounding in a wild beat that hit him like a wall.

"What.. what are we doing here?" He blinked his eyes as the multihued lights flashed above him in time with the music. The buck barked a laugh and pushed him forward again. He ended up stumbling further into a crowd of people that weren't... people.

He froze as he realized he hadn't been brought to a club like the Midnight Hour where people came to mingle with anthros or even one of the Quarter clubs that always had a spattering of them here and there. This was a club that was wall to wall anthros. Every creature he could imagine was here as they moved about freely. There were no lowered heads, no nervous glances or waiters who scurried towards the humans. There were no humans at all. His eyes flickered around wildly as he saw dogs, wolves, coyotes, tigers, panthers, other deer, horses, ponies, badgers, skunks, mice, everything except unfurred or unscaled forms that had naturally been everywhere else he'd ever been. And not a one of them behaved like the ones he was used to.

The bartender was a rough looking skunk that had a white muzzle that peppered up towards the broad stripes that formed above his eyes. He stared at them and frowned in disapproval as Lost pushed him firmly towards the back of the club. He saw others giving him long looks, some of them piercing, some of them curious, but all of them were inhuman. He felt his stomach clench up and he pushed back against Lost's body as he was guided through their dancing mix. The air was scented sharply with a strange musky scent that came from the dancing creatures. It wasn't until his eyes fell to the stage that he realized that there were humans here.

A set of girls were dancing on the stage, swaying and twisting their bodies in time to the music so they were moving in a sensual sway. And they wore absolutely nothing. There weren't even bits of clothing to suggest that they'd taken it off. Once he saw them, he became aware that humans were mingled with the anthros, but not the way he expected. In one corner a large hyena was leaned back with a young man riding his lap quite openly. The powerful cock driving into the human in short strokes as the collared male arched his back and bit his lower lip. In another part of the club a girl was curled up at a mule's feet and her tongue was licking in short sharp strokes over his balls while her hands danced along his heavy girth.. It was as if he'd walked into a world that was an utter contrast to the way it was supposed to be.

"Come on, you've been asking for Fax, and he's here." Lost sounded annoyed and the buck gave him a final push as they came to the back of the building and he nearly fell flat on his face as he hit the door and the door crashed inwards.

"HEY!" He blinked drunkenly back at the buck that came through the swinging door and stopped it before it could swing out towards the club. His thick nailed fingers deftly worked a lock that blocked out the sound. "What are we doing here?"

"You complain quite a lot, little doe." The buck tilted his head and gave a sly grin. "Fax, are you positive you've wanted this one? I've always liked my females a little sweeter and pliant to whimpering and whining."

"Oh I don't know, he's sweet enough..." A low voice drawled out and Jason stiffened as it was the same voice that had haunted his dreams... and his nightmares. "Just requires some effort to get him up and going if I recall properly."

A flash of heat turned into a spill of icy cold as he found himself staring up at the flea bitten stallion that was leaning back on one wall with a glass grasped in his three fingered hand. The moment that he was recognized Fax gave a slow grin and raised his glass as if in toast. The smooth coated form gleamed in the light sparing him no detail of the familiar muscled chest, nor the hardened abs. The dark tipped muzzle was lowered down slightly and the liquid brown eyes looked amused as the human swallowed roughly and not even the mixture of drink and drugs could stop him from feeling his heart fluttering in his throat.

"I..." He licked his lips. "I didn't want to come back." He settled for partial truth as mingling fear and anticipation made his stomach tight.

"You surprised me, most always come back." Fax pushed away from the wall and clopped towards him with a flick of his tail. "Why don't ya have a drink, I see Lost brought along what you enjoyed last time, eh?"

"Why do you care if I come--mmph.." Jason managed to get the words out before an arm wrapped around his waist and he felt the powerful cervine form pressed against his back. The thick drink spilled against his lips as he was kept still.

"Because I enjoy humans an' you were askin' so many questions." Fax whickered laughter as he stepped forward with a heavy clop of his hooves. The dark nostrils flared open wide as the warm bulk pressed forward. "Granted, ya didn't come back as fast as I wanted you too. Afraid I'll have ta punish you for that one."

"P-punish.." Jason coughed out the last bit of the drink roughly and licked his lips. "Listen, I just had to get some closure on everything that happened."

"And we'll give you some closure." Fax's hands moved up and he felt the thick fingers stroking along his chest. "Lost, why don't ya help him get settled in... properly while I talk to Rio about making the announcement out there. An' don't forget, I promised if you helped I'd let ya have some relief with him."

"About damn time." Lost's voice was rough and annoyed. "First time since I got my first rack that I've behaved during the rut."

"What?!" Jason yelped the words out as Fax stepped around him with a slight smile on the edge of his mobile lips.

It wasn't like he didn't know what a rut was, hell everyone knew that the deer into season in the fall, but he'd never put any thought on what that might mean for their anthro cousins. He felt frozen in place as the large stag reached his thick nailed hand up and gripped the back of his neck. He fought to squirm away, but he couldn't do more than hunch his shoulders as he was pushed towards a small hallway that stood at one end of the brightly lit room. The door behind them opened and closed with a roar of music as he was forced to stumble into the hall way with the large buck nearly stepping on the back of his feet. He wanted to try and argue or protest his treatment, but every time he opened his mouth the words fell short. He was left to be herded down to the last door on the left and summarily pushed through it and into a world he hadn't dreamed existed.

The moment he lifted his head to look around the small room he realized he was in trouble. One entire wall was a gleaming silver mirror that showed his shocked face in painful clarity. A heavy leather bench was the show case of the room. It almost looked like a weight lifters set up, but there were no weights. The bars at the front were hooked up to a set of restraints and the back boasted a thick padded shelf that looked made to take someone's knees. There were restraints that hung down from either side that showed enough wear to let him know that the device must have been used often enough that it required some repair. The walls held similar restraints and issues. His heart started to pound faster against his chest and he stumbled backwards right into the circle of Lost's muscular arms.

"Shh.. shh.. darlin', you're shakin' like a leaf." The buck's lips brushed against his neck as one of the broad hands caressed upwards along the flat line of his stomach and towards his chest. "This isn't for you, just the only place that matches what Fax wanted."

"N-not for me..." Jason blinked a little and then squirmed as the fingers on his chest curled slightly. The stag let out a short bark of laughter.

"Unless you're wanting it, which you just might.." The stag stepped forward and Jason was forced to follow. "For now, I was told to get you ready, now wasn't I?"

"For what?" Jason started to pull away from his fog as the hands moved to his hips and turned him about. The buck was grinning and he swallowed roughly. This wasn't going to end well.

"Oh come now, why else did you come here again? To simply see the sights? If ya had, you'd have gone looking at them instead of staring at carriage stallions all day..." The buck's hands moved down to hook against Jason's pants and gave them a sudden tug. "You would have called the police when I grabbed you or struggled away. You wouldn't have come here meek as a lamb..."

"I tried.." His cheeks grew hotter and he moved his hands down as the large buck gave a flick of his wrists and his pants started to pull down over his hips. He became aware of the feel of the fur against him, the strange sharp animalistic scent that filled the room.

"Lies.." Lost murmured softly. "Pretty little lies to tell yourself so you feel as if you aren't to be blamed.. I know you're type. Do you stick your nose up in the air because you think you're better then us? Do you pity us? Mock us? But now you're here and I can smell your desire on the air. It clings to you, hot and enticing. You want this, you want to be fucked, taken, and you're going to protest you don't want it. That way you can say it wasn't really your fault, wasn't something you wanted... "

"NO!" Jason jerked backwards and nearly tripped out of his pants. The buck's bark of laughter only made him flush angrily.

What the hell was he doing here? He shouldn't be here, he should have gone home, not given into the urge to follow through with what that damned stallion had done to him. It was worse that the accusations that were being snapped at him didn't ring false. They hit far too close to home for him to feel comfortable. But the buck didn't seem to care at all that he was flushed hot red and glaring at him nearly naked. Instead Lost came forward and ran a finger right along his belly and trailed down until the palm of the furred hand cupped right against his plumped cock. Jason yelped out in protest and shoved the arm away from him.

"Pretty lies, but lies all the same." The buck let him scramble backwards and the human tried to get his fogged mind back on track. "Why do you think Fax found you? We love your kind, so eager to protest, so ready to feel disgust that women would choose us, not you. So angry that you're made to want the same damn thing. Perhaps you've always wanted to have this happen, you're just too ashamed to admit it."

Jason's cheeks burned hotly and he balled his fists up as the buck casually mocked him. The thick nailed fingers moved down and Lost unsnapped the first button of his pants and spread it open to show the smooth white fur. There was a hint of pink beneath the skin, a glimpse of it, where the fur grew thinner. Another button and he saw where the fur became short soft and fine. He couldn't tear his eyes away as the shorts were peeled downwards and the heavy sheath came into view. The pink lips of the opening were spread open by a bright red tapered tip. It was slipping up along the curve of the belly as he watched the pouch swelling and growing heavier. Beneath it, a pair of heavy white furred ovids hung down along the inner thighs.

They didn't look human, they were too large and they were more oval then rounded. The flesh was strained uncomfortably around them as the buck kicked the shorts off and peeled off his vest as well. More and more of the boned cock slipped into view. It curved upwards and ran along the line of the belly so a dribble of precum glistened against the white fur. Jason felt mesmerized as the buck's large hand moved down and cupped his sheath to help peel it downwards. The flesh rolled over on itself it revealed the swollen inches that throbbed and grew harder. The bone kept it stiff, but the skin grew wider and heavier. The air was sharp with the sweet musk of buck while he was left gaping at the creature that was lewdly showing himself off.

"Come on, little doe, I didn't intend for you to simply watch." Lost's voice was a barking laugh as he moved his hand up to swirl over his cock tip until it was coated in the slippery precum. "Or do you need to be 'forced' so you can tell yourself that is all rape?"

The mocking voice made him jerk his eyes away and he frowned. The drink and whatever the hell drugs that he'd been given were wearing off, but his body was beyond flushed with arousal. He couldn't help himself, he wanted to protest and say something, but how could he? His own cock was starting to grow thicker and swelling with reaction to the buck's presence. He was still frozen in place when the buck's fingers trailed over his bottom lip. The viscous precum was wiped off on him while his breath came in short trembling bursts. His eyes snapped open wide and he flicked his tongue out to lick right along the tip of the finger. He pulled the precum onto his tongue with a muffled noise and instantly licked out again to clean the buck's digit.

"That's a good little doe." Lost praised softly and pushed him backwards. "On the bench now, you'll be at just the right height..."

Jason didn't ask at the right height for what, it didn't seem to matter at that moment. He felt the buck's muscular body pushing him backwards one step at a time. The warmth of the furred chest was pressed right against his own, the hardened cock pushed right up against the curve of his belly. The weight of it dwarfed his own cock, not that he cared. He drew in a shuddering breath and bumped against the padded bench behind him. He let out a soft noise and dropped down to sit bare assed on the leather so the cock dragged right up along the line of his belly and chest. The precum smeared against his skin while a pair of strong hands reached down and gripped either side of his shoulders.

He didn't fight the guiding push that twisted him on the bench, or even push back when the hand shoved against his shoulders and forced him to lay down. The cold leather made him suck in a breath and his eyes snapped open as one of the buck's hands cupped his chin and pulled it upwards so that he was facing the loins. The heavy ovids were close enough to touch, the warm furred scent filled his nose as Lost dropped his hips down and lifted Jason's head up. He tried to come back to himself, but his mind was locked on the salty taste that still lingered on his tongue. He wanted more. He wanted to scoop up the thick bead of precum with his tongue and swallow it down. With a soft whimper he leaned upwards and tried to flick his tongue out along the cock tip.

"Oh no, little doe, so eager to please. We won't have you wasting yourself that way. No. Open your mouth for me." Lost murmured and Jason moved his hands slightly until he found two of the leather grips on either side of the bench. "I've spent all fall without relief, without a doe or even a submissive stag.. I think that you'll make it worth the wait, now won't you?"

He managed to open his mouth up, his cheeks burning a hot deep red as his breath came in short trembling pants. He could feel his cock pinned down against the leather and pressed right up against the warming material. He rolled his hips slightly as the buck gripped beneath his chin and pulled his head forward. The swollen red spire pushed inwards, slipping between his lips and rubbing along his tongue as the large form hunched over him. The slippery precum coated along his tongue as he closed his lips around it and swallowed messily. The furred belly brushed along his head as the large hands moved to pin his shoulders down against the device. He jerked slightly and tried to pull his head back, but the powerful hips only pushed forward regardless of his own attempts to get away.

The tip was slender, but harder then anything he'd ever felt. It was nothing like the floppy heavy girth that the stallion had possessed. Instead it jabbed forward with a short hard buck that pushed at the back of his throat and then pushed forward deeper and deeper. He tried to pull backwards, but the bucks driving thrust didn't let him. His throat contracted and he gagged around the forceful spire that spilled a hot dribble of precum into the back of his throat. He struggled to swallow it, even as he gagged again. The walls of his throat rippled around the cock that rubbed and pushed in so deeply that his lips were pushed flush with the sheath. He moved his hands up to grip the smooth furred hips as Lost let out a rumble of pleasure and slowly dragged backwards again.

The moment the cock tip slipped free from his throat he was able to suck in a breath gratefully, only to have the hips slam forward again and the cock violated his throat roughly. He gagged again and this time the buck swung forward hard enough the ovid's hit beneath his chin as he swallowed and pulled around the thick flesh. The dribble of precum slickened his throat as he squirmed and fought the urge to struggle away from the buck. Part of him wanted to, the salty sweet taste lingered on his tongue, the hands gripped his shoulders and the furred body rubbed above him in sharp reminder that this buck wasn't human. He had an animals cock in his maw that was drooling precum and the heavy furred orbs rubbed along the base of his chin. He should have spat it out, bit down, gotten away. He should have protested behaving like this at all, but his body was nearly pounding in time with his heart beat.

He wasn't conscious of anything but the need to work his tongue around the boned girth. He coiled and rubbed upwards with long slippery strokes of his tongue that moved from the base all the way towards the tip. When the hips pulled back he sucked hard around the glans until he heard the deer groaning out before sling shotting forward again. The hot snorting breath hit hard against the curve of his shoulders while his own hips tried to rock against the leather bench. His cock was so hard that it was almost painful. He rubbed forward slowly and pulled backwards to feel the way his flesh was making the smooth material slippery and wet as he dribbled out precum. It was degrading to have the beast control each thrust, let out rumbles of approval that he strived to gain more of with his suckling pulls.

Jason was so far gone that he didn't realize that anyone had come into the room or heard the sound of grey hooves hitting against the ground. Nothing mattered except the way he could coax, suck and tease the gooey precum out of the buck's tip as the hands kneaded along his back. The feel of fur and hands on his body was humiliatingly intoxicating. In that moment he would have agreed to anything as long as it didn't stop, he didn't even care that he was using his tongue at times to flick out and curl around the edges of the sheath. Or that his hips were grinding steadily against the bench, what did he care? At least, that's what he thought before a set of large hands cupped his bare ass cheeks and squeezed down around them.

"You're goin' to make him go before I get my chance." Fax's voice was a lazy drawl, "He's more eager now, isn't he?"

"Nnf, you should feel his mouth." Lost's voice was strained and his hips slowed down slightly. "You get the crowd set up?"

"Oh yeah, they're callin' lots and raffles." The big equine snorted as Jason whimpered to feel the rough nailed thumbs dragging down along the crease of his ass. "Long as I'm first, I don't give a damn."

The buck leaned backwards, but the grip on his shoulders remained firm as the stallion's hand suddenly dropped down and clapped him roughly against the ass cheek. Jason let out a startled noise that was muffled as the buck plunged forward. He arched his back up and tried not to gag as the tip plunged deep into his throat and forced him to swallow and try to deal with the overwhelming thickness that rubbed and pulled along his tongue. His breath came in short hard pants when the hips rolled back again so that he could suck in a breath. He rolled his tongue upwards caressed along the ridge of his cock as he felt a warm imprint of a hand on his ass cheeks. He whimpered softly and pushed into Fax's touch even as he hated himself for it. He wanted the touch, he was willing to debase himself for it, and he should have kept his dignity.

The fingers rubbed along the edges of his hips as the horse's hips dropped down and the swell of the heavy sheath pushed right along his ass crack. The powerful legs rubbed up against his own as Lost let out a bark of laughter and started to thrust in short hard movements. It was a horrible contrast, the still soft sheath against his ass cheeks and the hard stabbing drive of the cock that filled his muzzle time and time again. He swallowed moved his head forward, trying to match the thrusts with short bobs of his head. The swollen orbs pushed against the curve of his chin as the buck's breathing picked up into a shortly ragged pant as soon only an inch of dark red cock flashed in and out of his maw. And through it all he felt Fax's warm body against him, and intimately felt the spill of the swollen glans as it oozed out and rubbed along his ass cheeks.

"Head up, boy, be proud to service your buck!" The stallion's voice was a drawl and suddenly a hand moved to twine fingers into his hair.

His head was yanked up and the buck's cock tip spilled past his lips and popped out into the light. A hot splash of precum hit him in the face in a sticky strand before Lost let out a bugling cry and drove inwards again. Jason couldn't move his head, couldn't drop it an inch, he was forced to hold still as the white belly flashed towards him and the cock drove all the way into his throat. The buck started to thrust in short rough stabs. It was hard enough that his throat ached, hard enough that he was struggling not to choke as the fingers gave firm pulls each time he tried to lower his head. He squeezed his eyes shut as the powerful thrusts made him brace himself. His fingers dropped to grip the rungs on the bench as the swollen orbs hit against the underside of his chin again and again. His breath came out raggedly, trying to suck it in with trembling gasps only to have it driven out by the way the hips hammered forward. He was left braced and clutching the bench under each rapid stroke.

Through it all the stallion's cock started to thicken and push up along the crease of his ass. The warm flesh grew larger and warming up as it pushed along the edge of his back. The thickened glans trailed along the line of his spine while he squeezed his eyes shut. The hot spill of the precum was managing to leak out of the corners of his lips, he couldn't stop it, and couldn't stop hearing the lewd wet noise at the apex of each thrust. The buck's hips started to shiver and he drew backwards just enough that his tip slipped free of this throat before slamming forward again. The balls clapped up roughly against his chin as Lost let out a rough bugling cry above him as the cock started to pulse and flex along his tongue.

The grip on his hair released him just as the first hot stream of cum erupted into his throat followed by a second boost. He suckled and swallowed messily around the cock, his breath came out in short hot puffs of air while he pushed his head forward. He could feel the throbbing flesh cupped against his tongue as the thick seed continued to spill out. The orbs pulsed against his chin, contracting tightly upwards before relaxing down again while he trembled. The fingers moved along his sides as Fax shifted and the big buck let out a short snort above him before the hips drew backwards slowly. The dribble of cum oozed onto his tongue and Jason whimpered softly as inch after inch of red boned shaft slipped free.

"Good, little doe.." Lost's hand gave a rough pat against cheek as the tip tugged free with a wet noise leaving the human shaking against the bench and a dribbled spill of seed splashed right over his lips.

"Let.. me go.." He managed, his voice rough from the fucking, but Fax's hands gripped his hips as the hauntingly familiar mottled shaft pushed hard along his ass cheeks.

"My my, still protesting, did you forget how I made you feel?" The stallion whickered with laughter as the cock rubbed along the curve of his bare back. "Smile, my fine lad, today you're being the main event..."

"Wh-what?" He felt slow with his heart beat racing. The buck stepped back with his red cock pulling back into the sheath. He stopped to tug the human's head to one side and that's when Jason realized what the mirror was for.

There was just enough light on the other side that it wasn't been effectively used. He could see shadows moving beyond it of inhumane outlines that were watching, staring at his naked body. Had they been there to watch him with is mouth wrapped around the deer's cock? Had they watched him grinding against the bench? He felt heat rushing to his face until he felt dizzy and pushed up on the bench to try and scramble to his feet. It was one thing to be humiliated this way privately, but to have people watching him. It was intolerable! He lunged up only to have the stallion's hand push his shoulders down to pin him against the bench. The hoof tipped fingers dug in firmly as he let out a protesting cry.

"Boy, you are mine. It is better they see it now then think you're free game. After all, a human working in this club is free meat unless they're protected. And wouldn't that be just terrible?" Fax's voice was a deep rumble. "Why, you'd be fucked until you could barely sit down."

"Oh I don't know, this one might enjoy it. He withstood you, but not long enough. He didn't even need much to drink to bring him back here." The buck dropped down on a chair and gave a slow smile as his fingers teased over his sheath. "Lad might make a great dancer."

"Not.. a worker hear. Not a dancer.." He struggled against the hold on his back, but the stallion only gave a snort.

"No, he is mine..." Jason twisted his head and saw the large beast peering at the mirrored wall. "This is MY mare!"

"I'm.. not.. a mare.." Jason wriggled a bit harder, but the large stallion had him well and firmly trapped as the turgid cock pushed higher onto his back.

The human didn't have a warning except for the stallion's shifting hips and suddenly a hot spray hit him high on the back. The watery stream rushed upwards and ran along the line of his spine in an acrid scented wave that was thick with the scent of horse musk. Piss, the horse was pissing on him! It spread in rivulets along either side of his body marking him in front of the gathered people. No, not people, anthros, nonhumans were peering at him being pissed on. His cheeks burned until he started to tear up in utter humiliation as the wetness oozed down to either side of leather bench and even pooled against his chest. His fingers dug down hard against the grips on the bench as he jerked upwards against the hand to futilely try and get away.

"Please.." He whimpered softly, his voice trembling slightly as he caught Fax's flea bitten form in the mirror. The large equine's tail was flagged upwards slightly as the heavy cock rested along the line of his spine.

"So eager?" The stallion drawled out and slowly drew his hips back, "Far be it for me to deny such a lovely mare.."

"I'm not.. not a mare.." The words were forced out of him as he stared at the mirror and the shapes beyond it. Watching him, judging him, it made his stomach twist up in knots.

Fax didn't even give him a reply, instead the stallion gripped his hips and pulled them upwards. The glistening tip dragged downwards between his ass cheeks and spilled out a hot rush of precum while he writhed. He was pulled up high enough that his knees found support bars that pushed him up higher in the air so his cock bobbed beneath his belly. The tip oozed out a little dribble of precum over the edge as he was left visibly aroused for the people watching to peer at. He couldn't even hide himself by dropping back down, the stallion held him up. He turned away from the mirror and found himself staring at Lost who was sprawled out with every evidence of enjoyment at the scene in front of him.

Jason didn't have long to contemplate the fact he was on display. The massive spongy tip dropped down and pushed right up against his silky pucker. It ground upwards and pushed precum up against him as he trembled and squeezed his eyes shut. The grind forward pushed harder up against him so that the cock bowed slightly. His breath came in short hard breaths as his fingers gripped harder against the holds on the bench. The smooth chest pressed down against his back before the blunt teeth gripped against his neck and pulled his head up. The next drive forward pushed the spongy tip upwards and started to spread his passage open. He let out a short cry and jerked forward automatically, but the grip on his hips pulled him backwards to slowly yawn his passage open.

Inch by slow inch started to spread him open wider and wider. His breath came in short hard pants while his inner walls clamped down tightly around the spire. A hot thick dribble of precum spilled into him as he cried out roughly. The stallion rumbled and rocked forward in a short hard thrust forward that rubbed along the inner passage. The walls contracted and squeezed tightly even as his own cock pulsed against his belly. The next thrust forward started to plunge the tip inwards deeper and deeper. The hot thick dribbles of precum pushed inwards along with the tip that strained him open to the point that he let out a cry of protest. It was too thick, too large, and his body was being shoved forward under the assault.

The teeth released his neck so that a hot blast of air hit against the back of his neck. The fingers clamped against either side of the hips and massaged lightly as the stallion suddenly drove forward with a lewd wet noise. The wet precum oozed out around the large stallion's cock as the medial ring suddenly pushed up hard against his pucker. It dimpled inwards as he let out a short harsh noise deep in his throat. He closed his eyes just as he saw the buck's hand moving to his sheath. He lost track of the fact he was being watched, instead he was concentrating only on the feel of the veined girth rubbing and probing inside of him. It drove inwards until the medial ring popped in with a wet squelching noise before slipping inch by steady inch.

"You.. will be.. my mare.." Fax growled in his ear. "You'll be here with the rest of... mmmph... your kind. Serving me..."

"Please..." The words were driven out as the hips suddenly slammed forward and the heavy swell of the balls started to puse every closer to his inner thighs.

Jason's eyes snapped open when suddenly the grey hips slammed forward and the balls clapped up firmly against his own. His cock pulsed against his belly harder, the slippery strands of precum oozed down towards the bench. He was stretched too wide, too deep, his body was trembling as he let out short hard gasping breaths. He found himself staring right at Lost who was leaned back against the wall. His hand pumped up and down his hardened length so that the precum oozed over the edges. The avid look on his face made the heat rise to his cheeks before the hips suddenly plunged forward again. The rough thrust behind him forced a moan past his lips.

"Say it.. mare.." Fax rumbled and clapped up hard against his hips again and pulled backwards again, the rough stroke rocked him against the bench. "SAY IT!"

Jason clenched his jaws shut, but was forced to open them again as one of the broad hands dropped down and captured his cock. It squeezed warmly around his swollen spire and moved from the base all the way to the tip in a gentle caress that made him thrust forward. The stallion's hips drew backwards, inch by glistening inch of his cock pulled out until the medial ring popped free wetly. The swollen tip continued to tug outwards until it started to spread the passage open until it was bulging inside of his achingly spread anal ring. He trembled slightly as another ooze of precum spilled into the passage, hot and sticky as his walls squeezed and clutched eagerly around him.

"Tell me what.. nnf.. you are... or do you want me to stop.." The stallion's fingers caressed along the tip of the cock and gave a gentle swirl of his thumb that spread the precum along the edges of his overly sensitive glans.

"D-don't stop.." Jason panted roughly and closed his eyes as he tried to push backwards onto his cock. The fingers squeezed around his cock tip and pulled backwards again towards the base.

"What... are you..?" The stallion was shaking slightly above him, but he didn't thrust forward again. Instead, he remained waiting as if he could keep in that position for as long as it took. Jason dropped his head down and trembled.

"Your mare...." He spoke softly and then swallowed before trying again. "Your.. MARE!"

The last word was screamed out as the stallion drove forward roughly enough that it rocked him forward. His body jerked slightly as the powerful cock impaled him as deep as Fax could possibly go and yawned him open so incredibly wide. The balls slapped up against his own and the hand moved to wrap tightly around his cock and started to pump in time with the driving thrusts. The grey hips hit harder and faster against him before the blunt teeth went back to gripping the back of his neck as if he were a mare to be bred. Jason squeezed his eyes shut and started to pump himself into the hand that held his cock. He rubbed and stroked through the smooth fur leaving a slippery trail of precum between the digits.

The world was lost in a rush of passion that had nothing to do with his higher brain functions and everything to do with the powerful drive of the shaft inside of him. The slippery heat of the precum oozed inside of him and was pushed back out with lewd wet noises. He had to brace himself, and it was barely enough. Each forward thrust knocked him forward before the hips drew backwards. The cock tip tugged along his passage while the medial ring stroked over and over a spot inside of him that made him all but writhe. He heard Lost's soft puffing barks and blocked them out, blocked out everything but the way his walls clenched and relaxed. The tip plunged in so deep that he could feel the edge of the sheath pushing up against his violated pucker before it was pulled back again. Through each stroke the cock tip started to grow thicker and larger. It blossomed open until his walls were straining to hold it.

The edges flared open to the point that it was almost impossible for him to stretch open any wider. He clamped down around the girth and the palm that was rubbing his cock moved up right to the tip of his cock to tease around it. The firm touch pushed him rapidly towards the edge as his hips were thrown forward again. The heavy weight of the orbs began to pull up tight against his own smaller balls. He squeezed his eyes shut and let out a ragged cry. His cock pulsed in the stallion's palm before a hot spill of seed erupted out of his tip and splashed against the fingers. The cum oozed out to coat the hand, it became slippery and hot while he braced himself.

With a final thrust Fax let out a shrieking equine cry as his cock tip flared open as wide as it could possibly go. The urethra jutted forward and the balls contracted upwards before the girth pulsed within his body. The first hot jet of cum erupted into his passage and sent out a wave of seed deep inside of him. He milked and squeezed around it as the gooey heavy ropes plunged deeper and deeper inside of him, locked by the swollen edges of the glans that his walls wrapped so greedily around the throbbing animalistic neck. He clutched around Fax as greedily as any mare with her stallion, and he didn't care. He couldn't care, nothing mattered but the pounding of his own heart and the pleasure that was washing through him.

The heavy body pressed down against his back and the hot breath whuffled against the back of his neck in short hard puffs. Jason could feel a gleam of sweat that was cooling on his skin as he dropped his chest down against the bench and let out a whimper. The softening shaft inside of him stirred and shifted inside of his body. The slow rolls forward and shifts of the hips that dragged the flesh back and pushed it back inwards made him whimper softly. He felt overly sensitive as he closed his eyes tightly and drew in a trembling breath.

When he drew in another breath it came with the touch of fingers that brushed against the edges of his lips. Thick hot cum rubbed along them and he jerked his head back to find Lost peering down at him with a smile teasing the edge of his lips. He wiped the seed along Jason's lips until he was forced to lick out and taste the saltiness as the strands clung messily from his lips. He jerked his head back to the laughter of the large buck. The stallion gave a rub of his fingers along Jason's softening cock and he let out a short squeaking noise and squirmed.

"Oh yes, little mare, you are mine." A rough tongue dragged along the back of his neck. "You escaped me once, but now.... Now you are mine to keep.."

Jason swallowed roughly, his sweat, piss and cum soaked body trembled beneath the stallion as the words rang in his ears. A command that brooked no arguments or protests. Even if he had been able to think of one.