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The sauna was located in the shadier part of town.

Normally Backdraft, in his right mind, would have kept away from venturing down the narrow streets with their tall buildings that appeared more to loom in archways of architecture. On his average day, the wolf would have kept well away from the backstreets, especially in such a lewd part of town. The clubs in this district were... questionable at best. He was already aware of the 'Event Horizon', which had recently experienced a boom in interest, particularly thanks to the online site that had incidentally called Backdraft to this place right now.

He'd found it accidentally at first. It had been a few months ago, and after getting bored of one porn site's terrible cheesy lines and rip-off prices he'd found himself wandering through the alleys of the internet, looking for the next fix. When he stumbled onto 'Tails Tales', he'd found just the thing. Before long, he'd already signed up to an account under the name 'Lilbluewuff', uploaded a few pictures out of politeness of himself, and created a profile. Whilst the site offered a messaging service, Backdraft had at first ignored all of the gadgets and features and instead scoured through other users' content. Every user could upload images to their online galleries of themselves, either alone or with others, free for everyone else to give a 'thumbs in' if they liked it, with a rating system disguised as cum volume - gallons being a five on the star scale, with pre being rated at a one. Backdraft also learnt that each user could upload videos of themselves to share with other users, something which he'd then spent a great deal of time acquiring, finding the best ones from the hottest of furs. The wolf had never had that itch deep in his mind to actually go out and do all this stuff himself; he was quite happy to screw his own brains out with his array of toys at his own leisurely pace without having to jump through hoops for every user that contacted him.

It was why when the user 'ApexAssPredator' messaged him that he found himself doing the unusual.

Most of the time he'd brush off the sniffs of attention with a polite 'no thank you' policy, but for some reason he found himself actually taking this guy seriously - maybe it was because his images looked as though they'd been lifted from someplace else the wolf had seen. An orca who boasted a staggering height and immense muscles posed for every shot taken. Sometimes it'd just be him on his own, other times he'd be in a shot where he's fucking an orca or a wolf, most of the time though it was just him presenting his thick, veined cock.

The messages had been typical at first. The friendly greetings, the shared compliments about each other's' profiles, then the queries about when Backdraft might be free and where he wanted to do it; the wolf was tempted to do what he'd always done and just forget about it, but there was that curiosity which had now ignited within him. The orca provided the flame, breathing oxygen and lending fuel until Backdraft was raring to meet him. But neither of them could house the other, nor did they want to meet in the middle of the woods like some people. It was all too risky. It was then that the man introduced himself as Yerkelayh, and it was arranged that the wolf was to head to what the orca had alluded to as a sauna for them to meet and fuck.

Backdraft was well versed in what these 'saunas' really were about. Instead of being the typical place of relaxation, these secretive joints housed a dirty secret. Aside from being at face value a sauna, the establishments turned a blind eye to any gay males looking for a place to hook up in a safe environment, provided with the essentials of lube and condoms, where they can fuck or get fucked to their heart's content. Backdraft had always thought of them as the sleaziest of places, though he'd been proven wrong enough about that plenty of times. It was probably best then to start where it'd be neutral ground and in a secure place if he were to start venturing out to meet other men.

He rounded a corner and came to the entrance of the very place he'd been informed about. The sauna had been cunningly christened 'Underground', with its slogans and gimmicks being anything but subtle - stating that it was the best place for stress release and that tension was guaranteed to be alleviated. Backdraft chuckled as he made his way inside. He descended down a flight of stairs, steep and narrow, to a tiny foyer where an elderly dog sat beyond the other side of protective glass. He had a pair of reading glass perched on the end of his nose, a book splayed open within one paw, and absently he looked up as the wolf entered. He sighed and placed down the book and directed his attention to the approaching wolf,

"Name and age," he asked, matter-of-factly. Backdraft put it down to him having a desk job where he ushered on through countless of men under the knowledge they were going to be fucking behind the scenes.

"Backdraft, and I'm twenty." The old dog looked up, a Labrador of sorts, and peered at him through the glasses,

"Do you have any identification?" Fortunately the wolf had come prepared, and proudly dug out his driver's license from his wallet and presented it to the employee, perhaps a little too excitedly for he was rewarded with an eye-roll, but it was dismissed quickly. "That'll be twenty dollars for the membership."

Backdraft handed him the cash and slipped away his license, then waited for the dog to clear him through the turnstile that blocked his path. The light flashed green on the computer, and he was shoved through, pushed into what looked akin to a changing room. Several men were there already of varying ages, species, and sizes, but they only paid Backdraft a little attention before going back to what they were doing. The wolf meandered through until he came to a free locker - the place where he was to put his belongings if the people around him were anything to go off. He stripped down, a little nervously as the realisation began to hit him. Other males close to him were also taking off their clothes, including their underwear. Backdraft was amazed at the casual atmosphere that filled the room, where it was acceptable for all this to be going on with not a single person batting an eyelid. Inside the locker was a pristine white towel, supposed for a man to wrap about his waist to hide the goods, but Backdraft couldn't help but wonder how many men had worn the same towel before, how many times it had been stained with lube, cum, and goodness knows what else, and then how many times it had been washed until it was back to its nice, clean state it was in now. As he pulled off his shirt and dropped his pants and underwear, he couldn't help but feel the sense of vulnerability wash over him. It was his first time after all, and he was sure that fresh meat always got a good stare whenever they first wandered in by the older patrons of the sauna. He chalked it up to experience as he placed his things in a neat pile in the locker, shutting it with a twist of the key and strapping it to his wrist.

He followed the line of furs who trickled into the complex of the underground sauna, met with a professional looking set up. Backdraft was surprised that even all this had existed beneath the very ground he'd been treading all these years without anyone being the wiser - except for the men that frequented here, of course.

'ApexAssPredator' had said he would be lingering around a special sauna-like room near to the back, so Backdraft headed there first. It seemed best to come here for what he'd intended to before exploring - perhaps experimenting even, were he up to it. He got some hungry looks from other men who, like him, were simply walking about at a leisurely pace, even an offer or two from those who felt they could snag a wolf like him, but he was practised in dismissal and waved them away or gave them a subtle shake of their head. He wasn't being icy or cold in any way, it's just he his priorities first, and he had a guy waiting on him.

The rooms weren't too difficult to find. Once you realised that the floors had been painted in fluorescent that shone in the dim crimson lighting, Backdraft managed to make his way through to the further most reaches of the complex. Several doors were closed, long moans and thumping heard from all, but one had been left quite blatantly open, with two males already inside - and by the sounds of it were already fucking each other senseless. The wolf tentatively peered inside, not wanting to interrupt the men but to see who had occupied the stall.

It wasn't as cramped as Backdraft had expected it to be, as he was sure the interior space would have been plenty of room to house at least half a dozen furs. But it was the two men that occupied the room which made it feel a whole lot smaller than it should have felt. Backdraft stumbled onto the scene of the looks of a horse getting his ass slammed down hard by a beefed up orca. This very orca looked up as Backdraft entered, unashamedly carrying on battering the poor stallion into the floor who just grunted and groaned. Instantly the wolf felt his cock throb at the sight before him, poking his towel out in a crude tent as this orca just grinned, gripping the horse's shoulders as he bent over him, hammering away with the last few inches. They were both gritting their teeth, the orca's paw sliding under the horse's neck and muzzle to pull his head to against him, baring the sensitive flesh. Backdraft watched on, a sneaky paw whipping beneath his towel to give himself a firm grope and a squeeze to the balls to make sure he wasn't dreaming as he watched the coach of his rival university pound away at the ass of some unnamed horse.

Backdraft suddenly knew why the pictures had seemed so familiar. Whilst he wasn't on any of the sports teams his college offered, he had attended games to cheer his friends on and even catch a few of them after the game to help them 'cool off' whilst he sniffed hard at their sweaty jockstraps with his ass being ripped in two by some jock. He'd seen Yerkelayh on the pitch from time to time when it had come to the derby matches, but he'd always been told he was the infamous 'Coach', and that everyone else knew him as nothing but exactly that. He'd never thought the burly, intimdating male would swing that way though, but the proof was undeniable. Whilst pictures could be faked, what the wolf saw with his very two eyes before him gave him irrefutable evidence that he was about to get dominated much like this stallion was right now. His gaze fixed upon where the two males' bodies joined, a veined black dick plundering the ass so savagely that it frightened the wolf as to whether it was hurting the horse, his grunts perhaps not of pleasure but agony. It could very well have even been both for all backdraft knew. But it was still a mesmerising sight, almost hypnotic, to watch that black member slid in and out so quickly and brutally of that stretched hole, the rim sucking along it as though desperate not to let it go. Sticky white goo flecked the shaft, probably the remnants of other males having left their deposits in the stallion's ass, and with a violent roar, Yerkelayh fired off his own, powering into the stallion's guts on final time and leaning back and pulling those shoulders towards him to force the stallion to buck into his body. His cock was embedded deeply and backdraft could see the muscles flexing as what must have been several thick shots were left in the horse's worn ass. The two males were left panting as Yerkelayh pulled his shaft free, dregs of cum still dribbling from his drooling head and letting the stallion's plugged ass suddenly pop, rivers of orca jizz spilling down his legs.

Yerkelayh looked up to see the wolf with his paw wrapped around his knot, massaging it as he was now unmistakable and irreversibly turned on, his lust wanting to repeat exactly what had happened but with him in the horse's place. The orca gave a sly smile, as he pulled himself up onto the bench and laid his arms out wide along its back, his legs spread wide with his cock drooped between his legs dripping cum onto the floor,

"Let's see... Blue fur, short wolf, cute face... You must be Lilbluewoof, right?" Backdraft nodded, his voice failing him as his throat ran dry. This was really happening, but more importantly, he really wanted it to happen this time. "Sorry about jumping the gun," Yerkelayh chuckled, gesturing with a paw to the moaning stallion he laid on the floor in a puddle of gloop, "But you were a bit late and well... It's not often you get a prime stallion offering up his ass for the taking, especially one as hot as his."

"It's fine," Backdraft croaked, gaining a little confidence to speak as he stepped into the sauna. The horse was recovering somewhat, and had sat up in the cum-puddle, but his expression looked a little dazed. It truly must have been an overwhelming breeding for him to sway as though disorientated. Yerkelayh just continued to grin,

"You know he's off the same site? Goes by the apt username 'Wildhorse' - or Drag as some people call him - if you two ever want to... you know," The orca made his paws into fists and pounded them against one another in a self-fist-bump, a crude way of suggesting the wolf and the horse should carry on rutting in the orca's cum long after he's gone. He remembered the username, letting it scorch itself into his memory, "But you're here for me, aren't you... Well," the orca pointed to his dick, still slimy from the cum of however many other males, himself, and the stallion's ass juices, "Get to it."

The wolf might have normally exhibited some kind of backbone were this not such an intimate environment. On an every day, he would never have wandered such dark streets, nor would he have submitted himself so readily to some arrogant male like Yerkelayh before him, but this was not an every-day situation. The wolf let his towel drop where he stood so absently, wandering over to kneel between the orca's legs as one paw went to pick up the heavy, giant shaft. It was immense within just one paw alone, warranting the wolf to lift it with two just to get a decent grip around it. Timidly, Backdraft looked up past the orca's stocky chest and up into those leering eyes that stared back so forcefully. It was as though they were taunting him, challenging the wolf to speak up and give the orca an excuse to get more dominant with him if necessary. It was then that he realised he'd sealed his fate by walking into the sauna, knowing that when Yerkelayh finally spotted him he would have his ass hauled off an inevitably fucked. But the orca had blown a load already and was now waiting to recharge, ordering the wolf to clean him up for the next rutting.

Backdraft opened his muzzle obediently, first licking up the thicker globs of cum that speckled the orca's shaft. The taste was so rich and thick on his tongue that it was overpowering to begin with, making the wolf's head swim with need as the pheromones got to him, the stench of sex sweltering in the air and the musk invading every pore of his body. He was sure this must have been how the stallion felt - or at the very least somewhere close to it. He hadn't even been fucked yet and had just given the member a few licks before he was driven mad with desire. It took little effort to break the resolve that was left to make the wolf open his maw as wide as he could to swallow down the cock hungrily. He took in as much as he could until his jaw strained to go any wider. His nose was so close to grinding against the orca's toned crotch; he longed to push himself against the male, and so drove himself forwards those last few inches, stuffing his muzzle to near-breaking point as the orca's cock slid down his throat, bulging obscenely from the outside. Yerkelayh growled happily as the wolf impaled his face onto the orca's crotch, cheeks bloated and stretched, his face falling flush with his lap, "Good boy, would ya look at that?" Backdraft felt a paw rub along his swollen neck that was pushed out by the hot member inside, sending electrifying shivers down his body to his tail. His own paws stroked on his own meat as he began to suckle and bob on the cock, doing his best to keep it all in and avoid scraping his teeth along the precious ebony length. He couldn't help but moan at the helplessness of it all, knowing the orca was doing little but sitting back to enjoy the show as the wolf had to repeatedly cram his throat full of the musky, cum-slicken cock. If he were allowed to, Backdraft would have shot his load then and there just from servicing the glorious cock, on his knees and not even rewarded with any spooge. Just the act alone was of utter submission.

But paws prevented him from stroking himself too quickly. He looked startled for a moment as Yerkelayh still sat above him, arms outstretched across the bench and watching down the sight of the submitting wolf. It was not his paws, but the venturous paws of the stallion who had recuperated his strength and regained his senses, moving to squat behind the wolf with his cock - most assuredly erect - sliding up between the dog's cheeks, riding the cleft of his ass. Those paws took over the wolf's, one gripping the base of his knot in a fake tie whilst the other stroked languidly from tip to base with just a forefinger and thumb. Backdraft bucked uselessly into the stallion's tormenting grip, only serving to gyrate on the cock in his mouth whilst letting that horse meat squirm deeper into his crack. He was exposed and vulnerable to all their moves, and the wolf found himself being pushed back and forth forcibly by the horse's swaying, making his muzzle slide over the orca's cock just as Drag's member rode those pert buns, slick with pre and lube already. Backdraft made a muffled whimper around the cock stuffed in his muzzle, but he doubted they heard him - even if they did, it was even unlikelier that they cared. He felt hot breath dance along his ear as the stallion leant in close, whispering softly with a deep seductive tone,

"You ever taken a horse before, kid?" Backdraft had not. He'd only ever played around with his toys. The chance to get bred like a mare by a willing horse had never arisen itself. At least not until today; he found himself unable to stop the horse from sliding back his cock and grabbing the wolf's hips within both paws, letting go of his own meat. He was disappointed, wanting rather to have been stroked off to orgasm whilst being fucked, but it wasn't like he had much choice in what the other two wanted.

He felt a blunt head slide its way between his cheeks, the flare propping them apart until it found his hole. The searing warmth radiated into him in waves that he couldn't predict, the pulses feeling almost as though they were matching his. He shuddered, trapped between two cocks in what was soon to be a spitroast, as he felt the stallion push his weight forwards against that tight opening. Backdraft deepthroated again the orca, until his muzzle was mashed up against his crotch and could go no further, followed by the horse's cock slurping into his hole. He yelled around the member in his maw, the sound coming out dulled, making the orca sigh in content as the vibrations ran along his shaft and straight to his balls. He could feel his drive stirring again, and knew he'd end up blowing a load sooner or later for the wolf. Backdraft meanwhile had to focus on serving the cock in his muzzle than to contemplate the pain in his backside. Even with the lube, it was still hard going, the stallion's natural size leaving him little room to adjust. It left no room at all if he were speaking anatomically, as it felt as though every inch of his insides were getting filled with hot, thickened meat. They bulged out and ironed every crevice and wrinkle of his gut, leaving it nothing but a tunnel of flesh to mould around this cock, to become a toy for its use. The two cocks worked in tandem, so that as Backdraft pulled off the meat lodged in his throat, he was forced to slide back onto the long inches of horse cock. He had already taken as much up to the medial ring, as he felt the tell-tale sign of it popping past his rim, signifying that he had yet to go deeper. But it felt like the blunt head was already pounding at his prostate so hard that he was worried it'd be crushed to a pulp. He couldn't believe he could go any further, but Drag seemed to think it was possible. On all fours, the wolf felt large paws snaked under his armpits and clamp down onto his shoulders, just like the orca had done to the horse not moments ago, and began to draw the wolf back onto his rod.

Backdraft was a quivering mess inside. His submissiveness now seeped through every fibre of his being until he was nothing less than a subservient bottom, with two holes begging to be filled. The orca's cock had started the work, and now the stallion was finishing it. The domination was total, in his mind, as one cock was pulled whilst another removed, and then the cycle repeated. It became more vigorous slowly, even attracting the attention of fellow passers-by who were attending to sauna to stop and gawp at the sight of the threesome. Many just wanked and shot their load there, others offered words of encouragement, but they were lost of the three. They were in a zone of their own, where it was about instinctual rutting and mating, about one fur dominating or submitting to the other. It was primal in every sense, as the sound of slapping hips against tender ass filled the room, the squelch of his loose hole and aching muzzle accompanying the concerto of sex. The smell was staggering, enough to fell a grown man who hadn't grown accustomed to the potency, but they are all much too drunk on it now. Yerkelayh gripped the wolf's head as Drag hammered his cock into the wolf's tight behind, grunting and growling like something possessed. Backdraft became less of a fur and more of a tool for them to use and abuse. His own cock, blissfully ignored, throbbed and spurted such heavy globs of pre that the wolf might have thought he was cumming were there no sensation of it. His ass felt sore from the constant erosion of the piston that pounded away at him, the engorged head stretching out his inner most depths, but it was exhilarating. His first horse and he loved every second of it. The coach that had his head held within a vice-like grip was writhing his hips against the wolf's face, pressing in as deep as he could whilst he enjoyed the wolf's mix of gagging and swallowing, the cum from before now gone and gulped down into his stomach. The taste was by no means different, but whenever Backdraft got a taste of it he wanted more. He could feel those swollen balls slap against his chin and he knew they had to burst soon, but when, and where?

Drag was to get there first. His pace became erratic, eventually going from a full fuck to short thrusts of the last inch, arguably the thickest part, as it really grinded away at that deep sweet spot within him. The stallion flapped his lips like any feral might, baring his teeth as his muzzle contorted into a grimace, feeling his orgasm build and swell within him like a terrifying storm. It threatened to break free at any moment, but the horse held on for as long as he could until the delicious clenching hole that gripped him like a glove was eventually too much and he let loose, slamming in and bellowing aloud, his call resonating throughout the entire complex. Backdraft howled into the cock that filled his muzzle, unable to comprehend the sheer volume that surged into his gut within just the first few shots. He was full by the third shot, his guts gurgling desperately to suck up all the fluid that backed up the wrong way in his intestines. It made his abdomen bloat obscenely unlike anything the wolf had experienced before, and it drove him wild with lust, knowing full well he was getting creamed with buckets of horse seed. But it kept coming; eventually spurting out around the wolf's stretched hole and splattering against Drag's lap, painting both of them sticky and white. It was a mind-blowing feeling, to be so overflowing with jizz that it practically poured out in a waterfall even when still stuffed full of cock. Backdraft begged that to be the end, unsure if he could stomach anything that compared to it, but fate of course was not on his side.

Once the stallion had done cumming, he pulled free from the ass, stroking Backdraft's wet cheeks as he watched that rim flare out from his cock head's damage. Cum streamed from it as though the wolf had sprung a leak and was full of nothing but gloop. But the orca was more than happy to plug that leak; the muzzle-job had been more than enough to get him riled up, and seeing the poor wolf at their mercy had made him ready to blow his load, but he'd saved it for the masterpiece. This wolf did not deserve to taste there seed. No, he was just a hole to breed, and the breeding always took place to the rear. He pulled his cock from backdraft's mouth and pushed the stallion aside, positioning himself behind the wolf and plunging in with one fell swoop. Somehow, much to the wolf's shock, he managed to feel even bigger despite the horse having gone before him. His rim was pushed wider, made to really stretch about the orca's girth in order to accommodate him, but Yerkelayh pushed in until his balls crashed brutally against the wolf's smaller and still overly full pair. There was another yowl, but now it was Drag's turn to silence the wolf as he offered his cock up for him to clean, letting the exhausted male suckle on his own ass fluids and horse batter whilst he endured the last act.

Yerkelayh was not a monster though. He let the wolf build himself back up to speed before he really went for it. He pounded away at the wolf's well-used hole until he himself was reaching his peak. Soon it would be over, but Yerkelayh would make it last for the little while that it could. He rode out his climax until it became too good to resist, finally letting loose to let his seed join Drag's, mingling in and filling up the wolf to even more epic proportions. Backdraft squirmed on all fours, sucking on the cock as he whimpered and whined, his cock still throbbing hard as ever. He might have voiced himself to be worried about the whole proceedings, but deep down, some carnal part of his nature that made up the very essence of his sexuality, loved it. It adored it. To the point where it craved more, desired to be fuller, covered in cum, male after male, he wanted more and he scalded himself for not delving into this dark world before. Yerkelayh's load, much like Drag's overflowed about the rim and spilt down their thighs, creating a huge pool of cum that oozed its way along the floor towards the small crowd that had gathered peering in through the door. Backdraft remained oblivious to them, letting the muscles in his hole relax to push out thick rivers of the loads now filling him, moaning and shaking as he did so from the sheer intensity of the feeling. Yerkelayh moved around to the front, to join Drag and have his cock sucked clean for a second time, and briefly in the wolf's tortured, deprived and still needing mind he believed it was all over as he lapped and suckled between the two giant cocks offered up to him. He was praised, by both of them, but there words were nothing but mumbles in his sex-addled mind.

Then he felt a third, anonymous cock press against his worn rim, and he moaned loudly to the heavens as it would seem he was far from done.