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The first few hours had been fantastically drool worthy! As far as staunch, gritty, racy ,erotic scenes and dancing were concerned the russet red canine had witnessed it all. In fact up until a few minutes ago he had been in the middle of it, right smack dab in the center, rubbing haunches with the best of them and inciting four of the dogs dancing near him to start screwing while he stood , swishing his tail in time with the heavy thumping beats of the dubstep resounding through the nightclub.He had loved the thrill of it, the metallic scents of sex mixed with the puppy smell that always tailgated a male cumming.

That odor always managed to leave him lightheaded, tingling as if he'd been out in the rain and the cold and somehow managed to find a warm fire to curl up by or the sunlight bathing him after a hunt.

He was somewhat new to being in the city this much. For a long time he had enjoyed the wild much more than he ever thought was possible. The freedom was unparalleled and the feeling of hunting and depending on only himself was gratifying in and of itself. Aside from everything that made it as enjoyable as it was however Bandit's main draw away from nightlife had been his mate Speed, the sexy wolf who had appeared one day and stolen his heart nearly the moment they had met. Smooth, handsome beyond belief and sweet Speed and he had come to love each other, had many adventures together (some of them questionable) and spend each day from then on as mates.

At times they wandered, went their own way, did things apart but it always worked out and sooner or later their paths always eventually crossed, both reuniting to pick up right where they had left off.

One such haunt that drew the dingo back to the city from time to time was the ability to blend in away from the fangs, his wild responsibilities, paying homage to his domestic side and party-the first few times with him watching and absorbing before being brave enough to venture onto the dance floor beside the other quadrupeds swaying in time with the beat.

As time went on he became more confident and much like the nightly ritual of howling at the moon he found that he enjoyed the nightlife, surrounded by dogs of every walk and breed, shuffled into the swirl of booze, tap water, bone eating contests and on occasion the sex that usually accompanied dancing.

In the later he never joined in, never participated although he danced in sync with each display when most others left to watch. As a matter of fact sometimes he'd open his eyes mid the strobe lights, the disco balls and the multicolored panorama of sounds to find that he was the sole dog on the floor not mating or indulging in more intimate actions. Originally Bandit had given an embarrassed smile to anyone watching before slinking off to observe and watch and internally hope that no one had noticed.

As time wore on however he found that more and more he lived for those times where he continued to dance on the primal edges of onlookers fantasies. An unquenchable thrill spiraled down his spine each time and as the moans and whines and growls reached him along with the roaring approval of tenants and those at the bar he made it a habit to be there and stay dancing.

From time to time he heard whispers, some questioning, some excited, some judgmental and still others interested as he continued his nightly indulgence. Out of nowhere he found the name Holiday erupting around him and after a while realized that those watching had come to attribute the title to him! Holiday or HolidayPup was what strangers knew him by without ever finding out his real name.

He liked it!

And then it happened....the one thing that crossed over into a realm that he wasn't prepared for. Dancing around that night he had as always been oblivious to most things around him-even more so than usual considering that the exhibition had lasted longer then usual. Lights and shades danced along his vision so much so that when he closed his eyes the blackness still swam with motes and flashes of light.

An announcement had been made and the floor had been cleared save for four dogs, five including himself and as they started fucking he drifted into the center of them, his side grazing along smooth fur on one side and the other a mixture. At one point he chanced backward glances to find that the whole shebang was quite organized.

A terrier mutt and a large dane lay with asses raised submissively underneath twin dobermans, grunting, teeth gritted and precum already pooling on the floor as the four rutted.

Cheers resounded louder than they ever had before as 'Waggits Dance for Me' boomed over the speakers and he took to swishing his backside at the crowd, grinding his body against his companions while keeping time to the song.

"You guys could ease off a tad on the stuffing Roscoe! My Dog it's too big!"

The voice was that of the terrier, the strain obvious as the doberman with the red studded collar drove into his tail hole mercilessly, eliciting a plaintive moan from his throat as well as a spurt of precum from his dangling cock. Anal ring clenching spasmodically the smaller dog rested his head on it's side, his mouth agape and his eyes screwed shut.

"Not to worry Dodger, I know you like being my bitch, hell I wanted you tonight although I don't think you'll do much as far as taking all I have to offer."

Rich and deep voiced as his physic suggested Roscoe chuckled darkly thoroughly intent on continuing his rough treatment. On the other paw the dane was absolutely adoring every minute of having his taint crammed full with fleshy hard dick. A silly smile framing obvious delight plastered his muzzle as he pushed back into the other doberman who bore close resemblance to his friend save for a blue studded collar and an almost indistinct bulkier build.

"I love this! Feels more amazing then when I'm eating hot dogs! I'll bet that Sparky never had this much fun!"

"Speaking of which...

Roscoe turned his head slightly ( all the while still pounding Dodger ) towards the dingo-a hungry look in his yellow eyes. "I'm starting to wonder if I'll get a chance with this waggit, Holiday.....or if he's just decoration."

"Would be interesting to find out" the other doberman said with a shaky voice. "Might be tighter than these two though Dodger is always a cramped fit....mmmm!!!" The doberman eyed his companion meaningfully as if drawing attention to the fact that he felt slighted in not having the tightest fuck buddy.

"Fine fine you get dibs but only because I'm feeling generous tonight Desoto. Damn I think this bitch is about to blow!"

Bandit's ears flicked and he turned his head upon hearing snippets of their conversation eyes going wide. Consequently it was at that moment that the terrier went over the edge, his prostate taxed over it's limits, his dangling cock throbbing as with a particularly hard thrust from Roscoe he came-firing sticky white strings of jizz bathed green, yellow, purple, blue, red and orange on the smooth ground below. The dingo knew that Roscoe wasn't far behind, heavy panting and a goblet of white trail down the terriers rump and further down one leg was proof of that.

"AAAaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrroooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!"

Desoto for his part came before the dane beneath him eyes crossed as he shuffled forward pistoning his knot back and forth inside of the sealed muscle devouring his knot.

"Damn!!! Einstein!!!!"

Lastly Einstein woofed practically bellowing joyfully as he splattered a huge load to join Dodgers, some of it landing along one of Bandits' forepaws.

By now the club was assaulted by a thunderous cheer which went up a notch as the dingo raised his cum glazed paw, turned back so that he was looking at those watching sidelong just as he began dragging his tongue along his paw, visibly scooping up each bit of spooge into his eager jaws.

"Looks like a natural to me" Roscoe growled running his eyes approvingly over the smaller canid.

"Wait what? Natural what? I just wanted a taste" Bandit assured ears splaying downward a bit more than was natural. Unsure he took a step backward tail wagging even if it was more because of apprehension than anything else. "Besides that it kinda just happened."

"Yeah yeah yeah sweet cheeks. But I'm willing to bet that after all this time, after so many nights dogs in this club want to see you get it!" Roscoe sneered meaningfully pulling free from Dodger who moaned and lay panting on his side. Desoto had a much easier time disengaging himself from Einstein who slumped appreciatively as if he just consumed a large bowl of leftover steak and were settling down for a long nap.

Both dogs slowly moved towards Bandit their eyes gleaming hungrily, their single motive clear and obvious.

"Fuck him! Fuck him! Fuck him! FUCK HIM!!"

The crowd chanted, their cat calls falling on his ears from all sides, everywhere calling for his submission to the two bigger dogs.

All pretense melted away replaced by nervousness that pulsed through him with every rapid beat of his heart. His head was bludgeoned by each one as his breathing became unsteady.

"Holiday needs a good breeding!!!"

"GIVE IT TO HIM ROSCOE!!!"

"Bushy tail needs a big one up his chimney!!!"

" The pup loves jizz, just needs it in the right place!!!!!"

Before he knew it he was backpedaling slowly, his tail hanging limply between his legs, ears practically pinned flat against his skull. He had always loved joining in but it had never gotten this far and it had never been with these two.

Stammering he tried reasoning with them.

"Heh hey guys....no need for this! I just dance, I'm not a show dog! Besides who wants a raggedy ol mutt like me? I mean, really? I'm no stud, no gain in dominating me.

"Beg to differ there Holiday, you smell like one, you look like one and variety is always a eye opening thing" Roscoe stated giving the hapless dingo a wink and dragging his tongue lewdly along his chops. "Who knows, maybe you're talented enough to try both of us at the same time....Nightclub action and then maybe we take you out to eat afterward."

"I wouldn't mind you breeding me actually pup" Desoto added closing in from the other side.

His steps backward subconsciously matched the rhythm of the new song blaring from the overhead, lights glimmered as with a yip he missed his footing and fell off of the stage onto his back.

Thankfully it wasn't that much of a drop although he stumbled, his back landing hard against the carpeted ground-driving the air from his lungs. His legs flailed as he tried to right himself before he froze- one of his assailants giving a growl which ranged between playful and dangerous.

They both left the stage, looming over him, toothy smiles drifting closer.

Blue collar....Desoto, yellow eyes, leaning down and then a kiss-gentle, smooth, wet and tasteless and yet provoking as much as addicting.

Before he knew what was happening he was kissing back out of reflex, a groan escaping him as he felt Roscoe nudge his tail away from protecting his privates.

A nose breathing in his scent, sampling him, pressed up against his ring cold and textured against his taint.

This can't happen here! Not now! Not in front of everyone. Not like this!

He cast his gaze about meeting numerous stares, anticipatory faces, expectant looks, hanging tongues and paws straying south in response to him and the dobermans. Bandit moaned as Roscoe pressed his nose underneath the dingos' scrotum, lifting his wheat colored balls on the rim of his nostrils while applying pressure against the smaller canines' perineum area-in a roundabout way adding slight pressure to Bandits prostate.

A shuddering spasm of pleasure rolled through him and he panted trying to gather himself enough to resist, noting to his dismay that a point of pink was already becoming visible, the opening of his sheath emitting both the smell of pre and excited arousal.

Gathering all of his will he scrambled about, wriggling out from underneath Desoto, one of his hindpaws connecting with the side of Roscoes' collar as he turned tail and darted away, smashing into a poodle who just moments before had been enjoying a jack daniels. Booze went flying, some of it sloshing over his chest fur and shoulders to drench his fur, cold traveling through his spine as he stammered a quick apology before resuming his get away.

They called out, thundering after him, the patter of paws discernible behind as he bounded down out of the main area. Staggering through a hall he turned left, only releasing then that the exit lay on the opposite side of the building and that to get there he would have to somehow backtrack through the central part of the club and out past the bar to escape.

Great! Why didn't you run the right way you stupid mutt! Alright! Common Bandy, you can do this! Just find somewhere as far as possible away from the crowds, somewhere secluded to hole up until they give up looking. When they do you can use everyone else and sneak out to freedom....just keep cool. Breath!

Okay, what do we have? Older part of the building, maybe the last door down this next hall. First though spread your scent in a couple of places before so that they're confused.

Moving as fast as he could without causing any loud noises or sounds that would give him away he padded swiftly along through room after room of an area of hotel rooms where 'The Rebel' (the nightclub) had yet to be converted from what it had been before.

A dark purple carpet rolled along the floor, laying about like a worn out serpent, at points cut and unevenly bunched against a wall or else slashed open to reveal tile and concrete covered with dust and bent nails where rats had taken to nibbling it away slowly.

Running his paws and sides up along as much as he could he laid false traces, ears straining for any indication that he should abandon his ploy and hide.

Nothing....

Just the sound of the rain soaked night outside.

Nothing but his beating heart and the faint sounds of his passing.

Into the hallway again, into another room, out again and then not daring to chance his luck he flew into the last room on the left his breath coming in bouts and gasps. Calming himself he settled himself against the wall parallel to the doorway next to a disregarded footrest that matched the shade of the room-keeping his eyes fixed on anything that moved or hinted at his discovery.

An hour passed.

Nothing...

The distant sounds of drinking and club music faded.

Silence and muted bits of those far away.

Bandit remained vigilant.

Despite himself a flicker of fatigue crawled along his vision, creeping into his body, his determination. His ears drooped to half mast, bedraggled, his bushy tail listless and bundled against the wall behind him.

Two more hours passed.

Sleep...how he yearned to just leave or stay and not have to wait out adversaries.

Another hour and the rain outside hit harder against the window further up the wall, a constant pitter patter that added to his problem. Darkness, quandary and the need to stay alert, welcoming rest, the need to watch and not be caught off guard. Back and forth over a period of time until he no longer cared.

His system was exhausted after the steady stream of adrenaline, the effects leaving him inert and sagging against the footrest.

And it was then with perfect precision that they struck.

The dobermans dark pelts hid them, twin shadows that entered the room, amused chuckles on either side of him as they settled down to gloat.

"There you are Holiday, thought you had ditched us" one of them growled. "What happen? You get stage fright?"

"No..." he murmured slowly becoming aware of them. His heart sank in his chest. It was no use. They had found him and cornered him despite his best efforts.

Why couldn't I have just run out the right way! You could've found a safe place out there in the city to settle and then you could've been into the wild by morning! Why do I always end up in situations like this?"

Maybe just play it cool, coy but not like you want to have anything happen. Maybe they'll be too tired to continue where they left off and then you can still make a break for it!

"I just am not really sure about this...appreciate the offer but I just come here to dance."

"So you not into guys then?" Desoto asked ears perked and head cocked. "Was the kiss a bit much?"

"Yes I mean....no!" Bandit sighed. "I dunno I just wasn't expecting to get jumped much less in front of a crowd. Kinda new to showing bone to strangers although I love watching others brave enough to do it going at it."

"Did you enjoy kissing me then?"

Roscoe got up and wandered away as his companion asked the question, fumbling around near the far wall until with a flick the room was illuminated with a faint glow. The lights.

Yellow eyes were trained on him, Roscoe padding back looked hungry, Desoto hungry as well but maybe...compassionate perhaps? Something else...?

"I did."

"Then would you like to continue what we started" Roscoe growled somewhat impatiently-more a statement then a question.

Desoto smiled and he found himself smiling back. The dog then licked him and to his surprised stood and padded a few steps away before looking back over his shoulder invitingly.

"You know I wasn't lying before. If you would like you can fuck me.Come on! Haven't offered this to anyone else so if you want it last chance mutt!"

Waylaid with hesitation Bandit gulped, not able to stop himself, eyes lingering on the fleshy star of flesh underneath the brown and black stub tail as well as the low hanging balls.

"Go on Holiday, if he wants it give it to him! Besides I wouldn't mind seeing the kind of stud I'll be turning into my bitch firsthand" Roscoe urged nudging him towards his brother. Steadily he extended his neck forward, his nose drinking in the bigger dogs heady musk before placing a paw beside the dobermans' tail which to his surprise was wagging. Up close the scent was almost overwhelmingly powerful and he shivered feeling his cock give a pulse and draw a bit more from his sheath. Gingerly he pressed his tongue against the top of the canines balls, trailing it upward until it came in contact with the clean pucker hole, it winked and tensed as he gave it an experimental sweep.

A grunt from the big guy.

The size of Desoto's hanging orbs shocked him as he gave the dark pink ringed muscle another lick before he went up on his hind legs.

No matter how many times in the past he had mounted up the first bit he found awkward, dancing around on his hind legs and trying to thrust forward until he found his target down lower or higher depending on if the dog in question was male or female. But somehow Desoto bore him with an experience that was incredible. The smooth toned back braced him easily so that without much difficulty his tapered tip was rubbing back and forth along the lips of the dobermans ass.

Bandit emitted a growl of his own, as he stroked himself under the dobermans tail, slickening the tight ring with pre fluids while further stimulating his dick which slide forward-out into the cold, throbbing and stiff.

Once the first bit slid into Desotos' ass, it flexed trying to push out against him while at the same time drawing him inward as if it craved the intrusion. Leaning his head down and hunching forward the dingo pushed, rocking his hips forward and sinking himself further into velvety anal depths.

"Your a big one Holiday!"

Desoto ground back into him pushing the rest in and moaning, his balls twitching as Bandit's settled in over his.

"Push that meat up my tail and for God sakes fuck me hard!"

The dingo obliged.

A thin line of drool fell to run down the black shoulders while he drove himself deeper, cock spasming while caressed, smothered and surrounded in exquisite slick warmth that lactated around his core. Bandit humped, spearing himself inside of Desoto, one of his forepaws reaching under the larger canines' belly to rub at his emerging cock and sheath which he tugged at evoking a deep guttural groan of approval.

It was almost surreal that such a specimen could be so submissive, that the dog underneath him would thoroughly enjoy surrendering to him. Even so Desoto rocked backward, his long willy dangling rigidly and shooting doplets of pre.

"Look at the fluff butt go! Ha haahhh! Never would've guessed at this" Roscoe growled pacing around them and pawing at a bulge of his own.

Bandit was only vaguely aware of his snide remark as he hammered forward, the beginnings of his peak hitting him, his knot grinding against a knob deep within Desoto that drove the doberman wild.

"Don't tie him mutt! Not yet...just cum and then pull out"Roscoe growled.

Damn it! Why not! I should knot him!

With a considerable effort he managed to hold back although it took every bit of self control he had pistoning into those deliciously soft depths. Deviously he slid his shaft purposefully along that hard nub over and over again knowing full well what would happen soon.

For the first time Desoto shivered, legs spreading further apart, not to support the added weight but instead to allow better access to that sweet spot. Moments later the doberman gasped and roared, ass pulsing and writhing as he fired spooge, the stuff audible as it dropped.

He was going to go over! He was right there....and just as he prepared himself Desoto pulled off of him, Roscoe nudging him toward the footstool.

"Hey!! I wasn't finished! What gives?"

"First time you cum I want to see it mutt!"

So saying Roscoe pushed his body partway upon the bit of furniture before unexpectedly quieting further argument with a deep kiss.

That's not fair! They can't...can't....oh damn!!!"

Desoto sat behind him taking advantage of his strategically raising rump. For the second time that night he felt a nose pressed up under his tail, nudging it up and to one side before a cold nose pressed up against his taint. He gasped into the kiss as Desoto took his balls and sucked on them, resting them in his maw while sliding his tongue along the underside of the dingos' sheath as well as the bottom of his knot. Then that magnificent tongue slithered upward and pushed past his ring, the wet surface delving into his ass and repaying him for his earlier treatment.

For a moment Desoto searched him with deeper and deeper licks until his tongue grazed along Bandits' prostate gland which caused his cock resting along the edge of the stool to spasm and spew a thick clear shot of fluid. He heard a chuckle behind him mirrored by Roscoe as he disengaged their kiss to lick along Bandits' ears, the side of his cheek, drool and doggy slobber coating his scruff as with a loud yelp he came-howling as Desoto pillaged his back entrance and that pleasure button.

Panting and whimpering he let himself go, welcoming the needed release and the fiery burst of red to his vision as his cock erupted, catching and hitting Desotos' cock in the cross hairs.

Before he knew it the doberman behind him had placed paws on either side of his knot and was suckling along his tender shaft, the doberman before him snickering and appraising him with a greedy air that once again cast doubts into his mind. Shakily he cleared his throat.

"That....that was brilliant!"

"Yes...yes it was Holiday" Roscoe growled. "But we're not done yet. Just getting started."

Blindsided Bandit slide free of the footstool, cock slipping free from Desoto's chops with a loud pop. Growling he hunched himself a bit beginning to wonder if perhaps he would have to fight.

"I thought we'd have some fun, maybe a round or two and then head, I've got places to be, things to do.....

"We've had fun but I'm sad to say that the stuff you gotta do will have to wait puppy. It's your turn to pleasure us now!"

"But....

"Your probably quick...probably have an edge. Don't look at me like that Holiday. I know your thinking of fighting but there's no need for that!"

Roscoe circled him.

"Someone will get hurt....besides I want to help you to get in touch with your inner bitch. Just some fun, me and Desoto making your cock and ass feel incredible, you reciprocating that and everyone's happy. Can't promise you won't be walking funny for a few days but I can promise that I'll make you howl like you wild guys like to for reasons you physically can't imagine."

A thick tongue accompanied the dobermans' words, tracing a path along a russet red ear which flicked in response.

A push and he was play bowing, presenting to Roscoe who took up directly where Desoto had left off. Slathered and licked thoroughly, slurping sounds echoed in the mostly empty room to the accompaniment of howls and bliss filled moans.

"That a boy...good boy!"

"Ohhh nnnnnnaaahhhhhhhggggg!!!"

"S'ah beautiful pussy Holiday, all slick and ready for me now!"

Bandits' ears flicked quizzically.

"Pussy? I'm not sure I....

Roscoe shifted pushing himself on top of the dingo who shook under the weight.

"Lay down and keep your ass raised. It'll help and not put so much strain on you pal" Desoto said placing a paw under his chin. "Trust me."

"There it is, can you feel it mutt?"

Roscoe had found his mark and pushed all of the way in with one fluid thrust causing Bandit to gasp and grit his teeth as a huge cock was shoved deep inside of his anus his prostate devastated, flesh dragged along it mercilessly.

"Aaarrroowww! Ahhh ahhh!"

"I know...I know you love it! Sing for me like a good girl!"

Roscoe seemed to delight in mocking him and much as he tried to resist he couldn't help the way his body yielded to the pleasure he experienced as the mammoth dick inside swept back and forth, overwhelming him with both pain and gratification.

Much to his dismay his cock was already at full mast, fully knotted and brought to brink of orgasm. He panted trying to find an angle that didn't allow for such a direct hit on his inner pleasure gland.

Two heavy paws held him in place and as Roscoe ground his length relentlessly against his nub he cried out shivering as a torrent of puppy batter was forced from him, his balls pulling up and throbbing as Roscoe continually pounded his ass.

He fell onto his side, his cock still throbbing as he was roughly pushed onto his back, the dobermans crimson dick finding it's place inside of his quivering ass. Again he was hammered, that thick cock lodged tightly inside, punching into his prostate over and over while the dobermans smooth sleek chest stroked back and forth along his trapped cock.

"Nnnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!" The dingo came a third time, tremors hitting his body- multiple orgasms cascading and melded into one as he went over the edge, Roscoe purposefully leaning back to allow a thick substantial syrupy rope of cum to shoot past him from the dingos' dick and into the air before descending to splatter along Bandit's face which was contorted into a helplessly dazed grimace.

"That's my bitch! Good girl! See! When you let real studs at your pussy, the pleasure is endless!"

Bandit wanted to answer but couldn't, reduced to nothing but a shaking pile of fur as his orgasm drew itself out as a result of Roscoe fucking him without pause. His back arched as the feeling lingered and tears ran down his face. The pleasure was too much to handle, it had to end didn't it?

A mixed howl and moan shook his throat as it pummeled him senseless to the chorus of Roscoes' guffaws.

Finally it ebbed and he slumped whining as Roscoe humped him, sloshing noises corresponding with each thrust that parted his most intimate anatomy.

"Your cunny ready for me bitch? You want puppies?"

"Roscoe, don't be stupid! Your kinks are seriously whacked dude, just enjoy fucking him for crying out loud!"

"What?" the dog growled back. "It's fun! And I'm fucking him good enough that he ain't complaining!"

"Whatever Roscoe, he's too nice to say anything! I get a go soon though. Besides" Desoto added, "that orgasm was nothing but male...""Whoa! Desoto...I think he's on his way to busting a nutt again! A few minutes and I think I can make him cum before I do!" Roscoe growled with disbelief before adding with a scoff, "Whatever, you just have a crush on the lil guy" Roscoe accused. "Besides, I bet I rub his cock and fuck him he'll cum in less then a minute!"

"Doubt it bro."

"So good!!! Could you give me a moment after this next nnnnnn! This next one?" Bandit said between breaths. In truth Roscoe was right, he already felt the beginnings of another orgasm coming.

Three times and I'm already on the way for a fourth!? Either I'm insanely horny or else he knows how to really use that thing. Only one other guy who does that...he thought momentarily picturing his gray scale wolf.

He was determined to outlast Roscoe especially after being called names by him (albeit in a joking manner). Each thrust brushed the soft sensitive fur underneath his balls, stroking them as Roscoe buried his bone deep into dingo ass. The tapered tip stabbed again and again bludgeoning him, trapping him and whisking him along, closer and closer to that moment where nothing else matter but the release.

He panted and shuddered, already weary and for the most part spent as with some distress he realized that he was fast approaching the cliff. His ass clenched and he focused on it, mentally willing himself to milk the doberman of all he had before the dogs monstrous dick consigned him to a point of no return.

Bandit moaned.

Roscoe shuddered and growled.

Bandit yipped.

Roscoe groaned.

It hit and he held on over and in space, utterly defeated when he felt the first sloshing of jizz assail his inner caverns. It sprayed his walls and spewed out to drip down his ass. He knew that he had won and in determining it he allowed the feeling to fall, body shaking, hips pumping upward as into the air, glancing along the dobermans' belly as he painted it.

Roscoe wasn't vocal although a low whimper escaped his throat as he steadily pumped cock juice inside of the dingo.

"You came first Roscoe, I saw that! You came first" Desoto chortled.

Cock still weeping creamy cum Bandit flashed a look over Desotos' way to find that he had been pawing off and had added to the puddles covering a majority of the room including a splattering along the wall closest to where he lay under Roscoe.

Turning over onto his side Bandit managed to pull himself into a standing position until he felt an excruciating pain under his tail. Howling in pain he looked back, eyes wide to see that Roscoe had turned away from him so that they were tail to tail. The source of pain however came from the fact that Desoto had snuck up unawares and was prodding under Bandit's tail with his rock hard cock, pushing in, easing in centimeter by centimeter with an audible shlorp!

"Desoto! Please don't...nnnnnnnnaahh! Nnnnnaaaaaaaahhhhhhh mmmmmm mmmmm mmmmm!!!"AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

"Oh yeah!!! Now that's one talented asshole! S'what I'm talking about!" Roscoe groaned slowly tugging backward to allow more room. "Ooooh! Aaaarrroowww what the hell!? S'too much!!!"

It was as if they didn't hear him or they chose not to on purpose. The agony sliced through him and then after a few moments much to his astonishment it once more felt pleasurable although it remained a cocktail of of discomfort and euphoria. For the most part he tried to muffle his cries staunch his yelps and moans-his efforts completely in vain.

"Holy shit Roscoe he is tight!"

"Yeah cause you shoved your dick inside of him at the same time as me. His poor taint's gotta feel stretched! Let's let him lean up against the wall while we screw his brains out..."

"That's a sick idea!" Roscoe panted enthusiastically. "I'm all for that although we might need to pull out and then start over again."

"Guys!! This feels amazing, holy dog!" the dingo murmured by now quite pleasure drunk and glazed. "You guys are capital...you know that? Naaaahhhh!! Ooohhh!!! Oh yeah!"

Slowly the three scooted closer to the wall until they half sat, half lay against it, the dingo clinging to both of them sandwiched as he was with both doggy dicks squashed into him. Desoto began licking him and then Roscoe joined in.

"Still have traces of Jack on ya pooch. Really was thoughtful of you to have some left over while we bang."

"No problem..."

They started thrusting again, cocks sloshing back and forth, frotting together inside of his love tunnel while he writhed and moaned, managing to shoot off three more times-afterwards orgasming more powerfully but with less and less volume to each eruption until they were dry.

Over and over again they went, dripping cum, his cock a dangling pole that bounced into time with each thrust they conjointly gave him, each orgasm causing him mind numbing pulsating heaven until finally he blacked out still speared upon twin shafts....

"Hello? Hello...?"

Padding paws, the sound of whispering, sniffing....

Someone in the doorway.

He lay still instantly aware of the absence of either Roscoe and Desoto. And by the scent cloying the air around him it hadn't been a dream. His rear was further proof of that.

Remarkably it wasn't swollen or distended in any way, just covered with the evidence of the previous nights 'activities'.

Blearily he blinked open his eyes, staring towards the door frame where the voices drifted from.

Look natural, casual as if you do this all the time and it's no big deal.

A head peeked in around the corner, a pointed snout sniffing the air and wrinkling with surprise below two huge blue eyes.

It was a dalmatian.

Great! Perfect, just perfect!

The spotted dalmatian sat down on his haunches cocking his head to one side in confused disbelief.

"Oh wow...what happened in here chappy? Smells like trouble" the dalmatian muttered.

"Yeah for sure, trouble of the more devious kind friend" Bandit replied. Slowly he eased onto his haunches tail wagging in spite of himself before curling over his front paws to hide the messy bits.

"Kaz! Kaz where are you?" Even better a chick!

Nonplussed he grinned noting that all of the cum stains were no longer white along the carpet was darker in places. A female dalmatian entered and sat down beside her friend, mouth agape and nose twitching in distaste.

The male was slender with two long floppy black ears that hung down nearly to his dark azure collar. The female was a tad smaller with pink flowered collar and a crescent spot on her left ear. Both were higher class and pure bred although the male seemed to be somewhat excited or at the least amused at finding him conked out in the middle of a room where the smell of hardcore sex was obvious.

"Sorry ya had to stumble into something like this he said licking his chest and stand, sweeping his tail back behind him much the way a human would flourish a cape. "Names' Bandit and you two spotties are...?"

"Kaz" the male said grinning though he looked a little weary of trusting the dingo right off.

"Bella" the female growl tartly, disapproval clear on her face. "What debauchery happened in here? What is 'THAT' smell!?"

"Sex..." he drew out the s a bit-winking at them before padding forward and past them out into the hallway. Sunlight leaked through the window in bright motes that wound in in spirals that wound through dust that lay bare the slight haze that covered the collection of rooms. "Holy shite what a night!"

Grimacing he stretched the stiffness from his limbs and gave himself a shake.

"That rhymed chum."

A laugh from behind and Kaz joined him shaking his head in amusement before leaning in.

"You'll have to forgive the Mrs....she's never been to one of these clubs and seeing......well...the state you landed yourself in gave her a bit of a shock. Must admit it rattled me a bit my dear boy. Have patience...."

"No worries there friendly. We'll get along splendidly once I find someplace to get cleaned up."

"Happens I know a place nearby if you would like where you can get spiffed up and clean as a whistle"the dalmatian offered.

"Yes...provided you behave on the way Bandit" Bella shot padding out and joining them as they made their way down through halls and out into the sun. "Bandit.....s'a strange name, why do you go by such an 'interest' name?" she asked as they walked side by side, Kaz leading the way...

"I don't know...maybe because I steal hearts, probably wishful thinking on my part. I don't know."

"I see, hopefully it doesn't allude to a devious nature."

Bella quickened her pace and trotted next to Kaz, apprehensively sneaking looks at him when she though he wasn't looking.

Resigning himself to padding after them he allowed himself a wry smile.

"Could very well be that Bella, could very well be exactly the reason for my name. After all if I make a habit of things like last night I really am devious....HolidayPup....."