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This was quite fun to write! Always a big thank you and shout out to Heru for the commission! Hope you guys like it! Commission is still open.

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Therapy helps

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"How are you guys coping?" I casually queried as my reading glasses were adjusted, my notebook on lap while a cool drink sipped away as I waited for their answers. "Don't tell me there's no progress between any of you after all these months? You do know these sessions aren't cheap, right?"

They murmured under their breath, unable to give a clear and concise answer and from the look of their faces, they clearly weren't comfortable coming over like this. I sighed and placed my notebook to the side while my eyes gazed upon these three men, all three men, bigger of their own species. In fact, these three males were far bigger than I was and yet, they were particularly shy sitting here in front of me. Of course, the very fact that this session wasn't a one on one session was probably a dead giveaway.

Personally, I prefer to see progress of my patients and bringing all three together, to sit and discuss, I'll say it would be a huge improvement. In fact, I see one of them getting far comfortable than he was prior. Though, another reason why they were sheepish and afraid was the fact that they were completely shirtless. Ah yes... see, the thing is, I have an unorthodox way of dealing with my patients. Sure they paid me to cure or help with their own personal demons but personally, for me, I'd rather have 'fun' with my patients while helping them along the way. Hey, it's a give and take world out here.

"Doctor Alexander, was it really necessary to have them here like this?" The first to speak was the bull himself and the only one that had far more progress than the remaining two. In fact, he was feeling right at home.

"Yes it is necessary," my wet lips wiped away with a nearby tissue. "Please do bear with me on this. All of you have been with this dragon for months. In fact, some of you even nearly two years. Don't you think it's time to graduate from therapy?"

"Doctor Alexander, perhaps - "

"Please, Zander if you may, Mr. Frank," I interjected and I knew he was slightly taken aback by such comment.

"Um... I-I would pre-prefer to call you Doctor Alexander, if you please." Frank was a Clydesdale and one with an extreme diagnose of low self-esteem. Honestly, it was just all in his head. Though, I cannot say for sure that it was all in his head since he hadn't used it as much. For a man of his species, he wasn't the brightest one of all but that aside; he was far cry from the usual twinky equines.

No, not really. Frankly speaking, I adored some horses. As I looked at him harder, with a tinge of desire, I remembered our first encounter immediately. I've told my patients many times that my methods were unorthodox. Some might even disagree with how I work but at the end of the day, results shows. Surely one would rather be cured about their shortcomings rather than go along with it. This happened to Frank.

The day we met, he was a big scaredy cat. Oh please, he was more than just an easy prey. He was probably the most awkward guy you'd ever see at gym. Being a dragon, I have my own priorities and working out is part of me. Though I'm not the kind that grows up to be big and strong but I have my own muscles and ego to share with the world. That's when I met him. The horse was running on the treadmill for about forty minutes and when he was done, went over to the stretching area.

As he walked down the aisle, I saw that ass sway left and right and something about his tail was rather enticing. Perhaps it was his butt. Then again, I have always admired big bubbly butts and I heard horses were the 'bomb'. If anything, this Clydesdale was turning me on. Yeah, at the gym, getting turned on by round horses, I just got to have him. I knew he was a newbie when he looked at the various machines around the stretching area. Like a deer out of the woods, he couldn't find what he needed to do and generally was afraid to ask.

That was when I took this chance and helped the poor equine. From the get go, I knew he was a prey because every time we talked, he would blush and tried to run away but being the persistent dragon that I was, I managed to keep him steady. In the end, I introduced myself as a therapist who helped others overcome their shortcomings and as I offered up my services, he wasn't particularly fond of it.

I wasn't going to push it but in the end, we started working out together. He was still awkward and kept making mistakes but I guided him through our workouts. From there, the horse started pushing himself, getting his body out there to gain muscle and within months, we saw some progress. It was no brainer to be honest. A guy like him could gain muscle easily without even trying. All he needed was a little push.

"I saw progress in your work, how are you feeling?" We were at the gym locker room and there were steady streams of patrons walking all over but somehow, the horse had finally - or rather, slowly - accepted the fact that no matter where he went, he'd sure to encounter naked guys at the gym.

"T-Thank you..." And there's that stutter again. Tsk tsk. For such a handsome horse, it was a setback but no matter, I think it's time to make him mutter other stuff.

"Come on, let's get cleaned up. We'll grab a sandwich after, sounds good?" I had my clothes taken off and shamelessly fondled my balls in the process. From the corner of my eye, I knew he was staring but quickly looked away. At that point, I knew what the horse desired. A therapist I may be but like I said, my methods were unorthodox. Between our few sessions, I had Frank brazenly fondled my package in private and despite his wild questions, he agreed to it. In my mind, as long as my patients were bold enough to hold another man's genitals without cringing, he was bold enough to take the world.

Of course, it took a few tries and sessions but soon after, he was beginning to get the bigger picture. As I swayed my ass off to the shower, I purposely chose the one that was at the far end. Lucky me, nobody was at this part of the room. Frank followed along and took the one beside mine but before he got the chance to even step in, I pulled the equine back and pushed towards my own cubicle. Curtains closed and both of us were in private.

"Remember our sessions?" I cooed, a finger on his chin.

"I-I-I... W-What is... Ah!"

"Keep it down if you don't want us getting caught," my paws cupped against his scrotum, felt the heat and warmth from them. "Nice hanging balls I must say."

"Mr. Alexander... p-please... not here..." He was shivering by now but I wasn't going to lose this fight.

"Oh come on, you're a male, I'm a male. What's there to be afraid off? Of course, I'm sure you liked this more than anything else." At that, both my paws had wrapped around the equine's growing member. I knew it. He was getting turned on by this and despite his scared state, he wasn't about to turn tail.

The heat from the horse was exciting and seconds later, he was giving off small mutters of moans. Instead, he leaked like a faucet. Every now and then I scooped a small drop of his sweet nectar and slurped it up. By then, I had had enough of such foreplay and guided his paw against my own orbs, rolled them around and grinned. He knew I was in control and what I wanted because he went down slowly, eyes fixated at my cock, not even protesting. Lips licked and looked up at me, slightly concerned. All he needed was some motivation and nothing works better than a dick smacking softly against cheeks.

Frank whined with his head tilted upwards. Tongue licked at the tip, tasted pre when he pulled off but finally got the courage to proceed forward. Our sessions were definitely paying off. Months ago, if you were to request for a dick sucking horse, Frank would have freaked out of his fur; probably hide at a corner. Now, he was getting bolder. In fact, his muzzle opened wide and swallowed several more inches of dragon cock. The warmth of the horse definitely had a touch of inexperience but made it up quickly with eagerness, not to mention lust. Thankfully, horses had muzzles long enough to take in any kind of cock. His lips buried down to my balls, I felt his tongue around my length, his throat worked like a charm. No gagging, no spluttering; he took it like a champ!

My tail started wagging; my breathing got harder and faster, and balls getting the right simulation. Frank gave a soft whinny and pulled off, gasped for air. "Zander..."

"Shh... It's alright. Come here. Get up."

He got up and my arms immediately wrapped itself around his muscled torso, turned him around as I watched his tail twitched uncontrollably. "You're progressing really well. Don't think you'll ever have sex like this, huh?"

Frank bit his lips and nodded. At that time, I was right all along. He needed some action and I wasn't about to deny his pleasures for dicks. In instinct, my cock slides in between his butt cheeks, gave him time to get used to my hardness but I couldn't just go right in. My little pony needs to be soothed, he needs to relax and just let dragon take hold. Paws landed on pony length, stroked him up and his voice was exquisite. It was slow and inaudible at first but as I speed up, Frank whined in pleasure.

A finger entered into him. Slick with equine pre, the Clydesdale couldn't help but grimaced in pain. Even so, he was beginning to get used to this. Deeper and deeper, finger pulled to a curve and his spot was perched. His body shuddered as tail raised even higher. By now, I was more in control than ever. Ass looked delicious, round and fully developed; how could I not take in a sample of pony. My tongue trailed against his back, smelt the wonderful musk that belonged to him and when I've reached my destination, I pried him open.

Slurped him right up, loudly in fact, not caring if someone caught us red handed. Frank relaxed even more now since his paw had coiled around his own hardened shaft, constantly poured pre all over the ground. He doesn't want to admit it but at that time, I knew he moaned over my name and demanded to be fucked. A big equine like him begging to be taken? It's not always you get to see a man like this.

Soon, his body ready for the taking and I was ready for harvesting.

With a simple pop, my shaft slides in like a hot knife over butter. A single cry echoed in our cubicle. I bet someone might have heard us! Mmm... I loved that, an audience watching over us copulate. Frank was a good horse and did as he was told, took every thrust like he was used to all of me. We went on for over half an hour, horse cock sprayed cum all over the tiles twice as it swayed in rhythm to my pounding. His body always went rigid as he came and I felt his muscles clenched up, hardened and so did his tail hole. I came seconds after he did and marked the equine as mine, buried down to the hilt and never letting go.

Frank was quickly painted with my seed, smelt like it too. "Good horsey. Very very good."

We got cleaned afterwards but our sessions made a huge leap afterwards. Frank was beginning to be more confident and I saw how well he started talking to the other gym goers. From afar, I saw a stud blooming before my very eyes but that didn't stop our little sex rendezvous. He still came for our therapy meetings. Despite him telling how much he had progressed, he was far from breakthrough. He was confident because he had been comfortable at the gym and the places he was fond off, not to mention the people that he sees constantly. Put him in a room with two other strangers and that was a whole other story to tell.

Frank didn't liked the fact that he was sitting right here, with me, along with two other men that he'd never seen before in his life. Shy turned stud and now turned timid. "Frank, this is an ultimate test. I know you've been telling me constantly that you're ready to graduate from therapy but seriously, you aren't."

"A test? Are you fucking serious?" A bull interjected as he grunted in dismay, giving a murderous look towards the now backed up horse. "Tell me again why I should be here with these three idiots."

"Hey, you take that back!" This time a bear pointed right at the angered bovine. "There are no idiots here. We are all here for a reason."

"Pfft. Yeah, a reason to waste our time."

"Biff!" I roared at the bull. "Remember what we talked about. Anger only leads to more problems and how do we solve these problems?"

He was quiet and said not a word. His arms akimbo but only for a moment and softened, lets out a soft sigh. A long and hard inhale and exhale, he relaxed himself. "We solve problems by finding out the root of it."

"That is correct. Now why are you so angry? Better yet, what are you angry about? Because you're in this room with these two other guys? Or perhaps your insecurity?" I leaned closer towards him from my chair.

Biff didn't answer at first. Instead, looked on to the other two. "I... I am here because... Because I have anger issues and I seek help."

I nodded. "Very good. You've learned well."

Of course he learned well. I was the teacher and he was my little calf student. If I thought the horse was a hot piece of sex meat, you should try to man handle a giant bull by the horns. Biff was the typical jock type. Big, muscle and dumb; an all rounder hard headed animal. He couldn't keep his cool for even a second and every once in a while, he would pick a fight with anybody in the streets. It was a continuous surprise that the gym hadn't kicked him out.

He dominated the gym like it was his own private property and nobody dared to defy the bull. No one in the right mind would. However, I was attracted to this beast. In my school years, I was known to tame beasts like him and through my career and adulthood, it wasn't going to change. Our first encounter was at the squat rack and as I looked on to his movements, I drooled over that tight and taut ass. Days of leg workout made proper definition to his calves and ass rounded enough to hug on to.

In the shower room, I had the opportunity to inspect that ass with no clothes on and let me tell you, it was fantastic. I watched from a distance but was brave enough to move closer. Before he could rampage on the fact that I had invaded his private space, I quickly introduced myself as the man that could help with his problems. He didn't take it in at first but after two meetings, we came to an agreement that he needed professional help.

From what I could deduce, he was an angry man, if that wasn't obvious enough but with reasons. Homophobic was the better word to describe that man. He was constantly afraid that one day, he might be raped by another male but that was all due to his abusive father. His mom died in his teen years and the only father figure that he could lean on to turned out to be a drug dealer and when he got into shitloads of debt, ran away, leaving poor Biff to fend for himself.

Day in day out, he was afraid of the world but in the end, he finally made a resolution to fight against it. If he wanted to win, he needed to be feared and that was what he did. Turns out, that attitude gave him no friends and I was the first to have handled him long enough. How? Heh, I tamed beasts bigger than this guy. Homophobic he may be but one very fine day, he was eating right out of my paws.

It was one faithful night in this very office that he finally got over his fear of 'faggots', as per his dictionary. For days he has been lying there, spoke as he wanted to but all the while, sunk into my scent. My methods of cure were different and I believe that if one were to move on with life, they needed to be tamed and that was what I did. The room was filled with my musk and it seems that with each session that we had, he was truly beginning to soften up to me. Up to a point where he would go shirtless, allowed to wallow in a little bit of exhibition.

"Haven't told anyone about it but I do love to show off once in a while," Biff did a double arm flex while putting on a shit eating grin. "I would do that in the locker room and others got jealous of it. I mean come on, I've got these big guns to show and the girls loved it and the guys out of the playing field."

"Have you had a girlfriend before?" I adjusted my glasses but that wasn't the only thing that was touched.

"Not yet but I damn sure as hell know I ain't gonna get any faggot to touch these muscles."

"But how do you know you're not batting for the other team? I mean, you've not even kissed a girl."

He sighed and wasn't very confident any longer. "No, never kissed a girl before." And sat right next to me. "Girls run away when I talk to them. They always say that I'm too big for their taste but come on, give me a break."

I placed my paws on to his thigh and rubbed against it. "But a gay guy wouldn't say that. If you looked around, you might be surprised at the number of guys that wants you. Sure, you've got your inner demons to handle but you're moving pass that, right?"

Biff nodded and did something that surprised me entirely. The bull leaned against my shoulder and closed his eyes, truly in peace. "I don't know. Maybe..."

My paws caressed against his shoulders and ran down his biceps, soothing the beast that was right next to me. He moved in closer and I felt the heat radiating from his body. The most sensible thing to do now was to stay there and console the beaten bull but no matter how much I tried to pull my paws away, I couldn't help but fondle over his chest. His eyes closed shut, in peace and with my actions grazed upon his nipples, he didn't stir one bit.

"Perhaps you would like to try with me?" I suggested.

"Try? What do you mean?" The bull looked me in the eye and that pearly white gaze was pure innocence. I could never forget that moment of trust that was held between one another because as soon as he said those words, my lips were pursed upon his and I knew that Biff wasn't used to it.

He pulled back and looked right at me, blushed and then looked away. "Mr. Alexander, I just... please, I got."

"No, you just need to try," I pulled him back but this time, placed his head against my chest, my dragon wings wrapped around his bigger body, "Just relax and breathe in slowly. Just let it all go."

Biff did as he was told and the immediate whiff of my scent assaulted his nostrils like dagger. No words were exchanged as we embraced into that deep hug, a hug that would be marked into the bull's brain for eternity. He smelt my scent and recognized it immediately. His body did as I had expected and took this opportunity to grope that tight pair of butt cheeks. Now, you would expect a loud growl and jump from him but none of that came. Instead, he lets me do as I pleased. Fingers deftly travelled along his back, him still attached to my body, never letting go.

I heard soft growls of contentment but was replaced with a far more audible, yet soft, moan. Thankfully, that boxer short was easily removed and once that was out of the way, I couldn't help but spring a boner. If there was such a thing as a noble ass prize, that was a nominee. "You see? For every problem, there's a solution. You just have to go out there and try everything."

Biff whined and nodded. "Alright, I consent." He got up and got comfortable, stood right in front of me with at least three hundred pound of pure muscle and a beautiful cock to boot. "I don't know how well this is going to work but I'm going to try. So... yeah... like my cock?"

Like it? Heck, I love my men big but better yet, I love my big and bulky men down on all fours and moan for more. Got up to my feet, I placed one paw against his ass while the other on those broad chest. At first, I didn't know how well he would react to a simple nipple play but I got my answer immediately. He jerked a little at a simple touch but stayed where he was. His body quivered and shook under my care, all the while responding in need. This went on for a while but I wanted to catch my main course.

Guided the bull over, I had him lay front on to my desk with his cock and balls hanging low. Prize on the money, prize on the money! "Anyone ever told you how amazingly handsome your ass looked like?"

Biff blushed and said not a word and that was fine with me because all he had to do was let out those sweet melodious moans of pleasure. As I have done with the horse before, my tongue gently lapped at his tail hole but never too eager. Slow and needy, make them feel every lap of your tongue until they begged to be pegged. I saw that his cock was responding with my actions because I gotta say, no straight guy could have gotten hard like this when their asses got licked.

I chuckled away. "Amazing... so tight and round... so... so beautiful." I slurped in again and tasted his bull musk. My finger pretended to break into him but never without proper lubrication. Instead, I played around with him. To a breaking point where he dripped pre like there was no tomorrow. A spot on the carpet was soaked with bull liquid as he spurts droplets of it. With a paw, scooped up a string of it and tasted the delicacy that was Biff. Not bad, my lips smacked like I was an expert cum connoisseur.

"Can you try opening me up?" Biff spoke.

"You sure about? You think you can handle a dragon dick right off the bat?" I got up and grabbed my personal lube, "You really think so? I thought you didn't want to get fucked."

"I don't! But... um..." He was stuttering with a single pause, much like Frank when we both just started. "W-With you, I feel something different. I can't explain it but you changed something in me. Something that I lacked for these past few years. I just can't point it out but one thing is for sure, I felt truly connected to you."

I don't know what drug was he using but it sure as hell helped to move things quickly. Squeezed out generous amount of it, I prepared that ass for a good dragon pounding. Did I mention that I loved asses? This ass, apparently, was one of those good ones. Ever found a good looking man and tell yourself 'He's my knight in shining armour' and when it does happen, you feel like a million dollars. That's how my dick felt right now. My fingers went in slow and the bull reassured my advances as he stopped quivering and winced out of pain. Finger curved a little as I tried to explore that little button hidden deep inside and when I do find it, Biff tensed up immensely and his dick jumped. It literally jumped!

He said not a word but I knew what he was thinking. A little more lube for assurance and when I do find that little piece of button once more, Biff moaned away. "H-Hey... That's... What's that?"

"Oh you mean this?" I pressed on his prostrate and wiggled around it.

"Ahh! Ah... hah... What... fuck! Yes that!" His paws dug into my table.

Ever seen a big brute down on all fours with his ass raised high up and moan like a little bitch in heat? Try it some time. The subject of seeing a hunk of muscle crying out for you is truly gratifying. "This is called a prostrate and this is how gay guys like us pleasure ourselves. Straight men like you would never play with their asses."

"That's cause we have no reason to! Oh... my... god! No! Ahh! This... ungh!" Biff was panting uncontrollably and I knew why. My eyes fixated on to his cock, all the while fingering his no longer virgin ass. Deeper I went in and after giving his ass a hard slap, the big bull came like a fountain. Torrents of cum unleashed on to the ground and I watched as it streamed downwards. His voice shook, unable to form words as immense pleasure coursed through his body.

"Like that?" I gave his ass a kiss and pulled my finger off, rimmed at him for a bit before giving his cock a long and subtle lick.

Biff didn't get up immediately but minutes later, he turned around, "Intense and... um..." He blushed and closed his eyes. "Yes... I liked it..."

Oh he was cute. Very very cute. The used to be hard headed and angry bull had finally come down from his anger cloud and landed on to a pool of cum. His eyes looked over at his now dripping cock, going slightly flaccid after his first shot. He couldn't believe it, he actually came from someone playing with his ass and for the love of his life, he enjoyed every second of it. So much so that he pulled me in to a kiss and stroked on my cock like a hungry man. We broke off and I saw with my own eyes how the bull turned into a submissive male.

He leaned back on to my office table and eagle spread his ass, his finger entered that lubed up hole and cajoled me over, saying he needed something more than just a finger. Now he wanted dragon dick and I wasn't going to say no to that. I grinned and lubed myself up and as I did so, he complimented on my size. "This hard dick is going to fill you up."

Biff chuckled and growled in lust. Just as the tip entered into him, he threw his head back and lets out the loudest roar that a single bull could cry out. He squirmed for a minute as he rode me out, every few inches welding inside of him but later on, he begged for it. I pulled out for a second before ramming it in. This went out for several minutes before he started talking dirty to me, wanted me to plow him hard and good, constantly craved for more.

Ever since then, Biff had turned over a new leaf. Sure, we fucked around every once in a while but my main purpose was finally achieved. The bull wasn't as angry as he was before and every now and then, he would say hi to the other patrons at the gym. Even outside, he smiled and helped others whenever he could. Automatically, he had friends and admirers but he wasn't perfect. No one's perfect. At times, Biff would make a scene when things didn't go his way and that was something that needed to be nip in the bud.

That would explain why the giant brute was here, along with these other two guys. I glared at Frank at first and he was still fidgety and shy towards the others while Biff argued along with Mac. Mac was this giant grizzly bear, much larger than Biff but if they were in a wrestling match, it would be the match of a life time. From my own personal experience with them, they were built like a brick house and as strong as ten men. Both were power lifters but Mac lifted heavier. The bull had that death stare on to the other bear and that was my cue to cut in. I do love this imported carpet and the stain of red doesn't really match with the brown pattern and colouring.

"Why can't we all get along?" I stood in between them.

"He started it!" Biff growled.

"I started it? Please! I can make you my bitch any time!" Mac pushed his chair back, putting on a ready stance.

It was a challenge. One that I would not tolerate. I spread my wings apart, blocked both parties from seeing each other. "Mac, sit."

The bear stopped. "I just - "

I moved closer to him and cupped at his cheek. "Sit, my big bear." I saw his nose widen up and inhaled my scent. He nodded.

Mac was a totally different story. Mac was, how do I put it, different. Not the best word to describe something but he was different. The grizzly bear was a police officer, worked day and night to keep the peace within the neighbourhood but that had somehow affected his marriage life. Since the man was rarely home and always out and about, the wife couldn't fulfill her daily needs of sex. He married a woman who had the sex drive of a succubus and that was what she did. She was constantly out in clubs, picked up men and had sex like the world was about to end. Day in day out, her pussy was always filled with various dicks of men but her luck ran out when Mac saw her being pounded by another rhino when he got home.

He spoke not a word about it and pretended it didn't happen. They never had sex afterwards.

That was when we met. I was out in the park, enjoying the sun since I was cooped up way too long in the office. That's when I saw a dejected police officer sitting on the park bench, playing with his baton, clearly lost in thought. I approached the man and we talked. There was a lot of venting, a whole lot of lips quivering and the saddest part when he cried. It was the longest hour of his life. He needed help and I was there. I had my arms around his broad shoulders and in that instant, I felt up his muscles. His uniform didn't perform a good job concealing his large stature but that was to be expected from a bear.

I gave him my card, offered my services and the first thing I told him was to head to the gym. Even though he had stopped working out for months, his muscles did stay with the middle aged male but that was about to change. Off he went and coincidently, we went to the same gym. After a month, we talked again and asked about his progress and what a surprise, coming over to the gym was the best decision he had made ever since his wife cheated on him.

The wife was kicked out and somehow, she was happy about it. Ran off with another male and the divorce papers were pushed out as quickly as possible. Mac cared the least about the whole issue because after pounding those weights and sand bags, he was thinking straight all over again. The house was under his name and that took care of the whole accommodation part. All he had to do was picked up the pieces of his life back. He wasn't entirely back on his feet and employed my services. However, he had a request that this was done at his home rather than my office.

I had no qualms about it and we kicked off to a good start. I watched his muscle progress because that bear belly that he had before slowly firmed up, making him a true muscle gut ursine. He was happy with his appearance, finally and his work was gaining momentum. We talked a lot during my sessions but somehow, he lacked one particular need, a simple need of lust and desire. He was crushed, yes, but that shouldn't be the reason why he should stopped dating.

"You just have to move on." I said while scribbled down some notes.

"I know but it's hard... You know..." The bear sat up and looked at me. "What about you? Do you have that desire and lust?"

"Me? Well, I am a male, of course I do."

"How do you quench that thirst?"

A straight up question that deserved a straight up answer.

"I have sex." I answered, smiling away.

"Hook ups?"

"Sometimes but you wouldn't like it. I'm different, you're different."

Mac wasn't happy with my answer. "Do you want to have sex?"

"Excuse me?" I blinked at him.

"I think I know what my problem is. It's not my job, it's not my ex-wife; it's my sexuality, isn't it?" Mac rubbed the back of his head, unsure about himself.

That took me off guard. Usually I was the one that approached to guys that takes my interest like this but there seems to be a turnabout. "Why do you think it's your sexuality?"

At that, Mac fell silent. He was thinking. "Because my parents pushed me to get married and it wasn't my choice. I knew something was wrong with me when my dick goes up while looking at other guys but not when I'm with girls. Even during our first night together as a couple, I couldn't perform as well and she threw a fit."

"So by that definition, you're gay?" I queried.

"Maybe, I don't know! I have done stuff with guys, in college. I mean, boys will be boys," the bear blushed. "We did some circle jerk, gave each other handjobs but I wanted more than that. I look at their ass had this tendency to pound it. I have dreams about my peer's butt, my cock ramming into them. That's just not normal. That's why I got married, to confirm my sexuality but I see it wasn't working as expected."

I raised an eyebrow inquisitively. That was when things got interesting. Mac was the third guy during that period that I've had sexual encounters with, in between Frank and Biff. I did have some good fun with Frank the day before this session but somehow, I needed some bear meat. With all of my patients, I would burn some incense to calm them down but I had other motives. This incense was made out of dragon musk and not just any musk, mine alone and through all of my three patients, they were all exposed to it; Mac not being an exception.

Mac crawled towards me and nudged at my crotch. I didn't back out. "Will you experiment with me?" He said with a deadpan expression.

Placed my notebook down, I rubbed against his ears. "If you are willing enough, I will go through with you. However, you must obey my every word. Are you okay with this?"

The bear quickly nodded. "I don't really mind. Please, use me! Just help me know what I am!"

Such eagerness! Nothing like the other two. Not saying that they weren't enjoyable but Mac here was different. Also, this was one of my few sessions that had me bottoming out. As much as I loved to rim and enjoy the musk of asses, I do love to get some action; the bear was ready. With our clothes off, bared naked for each other, I was bend over by his used-to-be marital bed with my ass spread open.

Mac was trying to please as much as possible. Despite his inexperience of ass play, he was rather eager. The straight bear with a wife - now ex-wife - was giving a good rim job. I felt his tongue dancing into my rear end, too quick for my taste and had to guide the male a few times. Eventually, he got into a good rhythm by prodding my hole with a finger. He wasn't very confident of his abilities but damn, his tongue was exquisite. My cock was fast to respond and started dripping pre on the ground. His muzzle went deep, the sound of slurping echoed in his room, lapped every nook and cranny of my musk. If I didn't know any better, he moaned softly under his breath.

I turned over on to my back and taught him the proper way of giving a guy some good ol' gay sex. His muzzle came up to my cock and started suckling at the tip, his lips pursed but not for long as he dived down to the base slowly. As this went on, his finger has yet to leave my opened tail hole. In and out it went, slick with saliva but that wasn't enough. If he wanted to make me cum, there's more to it than a simple finger. I lubed him up and for the first time, saw how much the bear was packing; eight inches of fat ursine cock.

I smirked right at him. "You know what? Change of plans. You lay down on your back."

Mac was confused but did as he was told. I was in charge and he knew that very well. If you think seeing Biff, the big bad bull squirm and begged while I fucked his ass was hot, this was an experience that you'll have to be in. The bear sat on the floor and laid down, quite concerned with what my plan was. Crawled on top of the bear, I aligned his cock to wedge in between my ass. Grinded against his lubed shaft, Mac shuddered at the pleasure. Hot dogging was a foreplay that many had forgotten but not me. The bear gasped and squirmed like he was being fucked.

"Ohh... yeah... Mr. Alexander, you do know how to work a good ol' bear up."

"You think so?" I steadied myself with both paws on his broad and heavy chest, played with his nipples as I did so. "Does this clear up any doubts about your sexuality? Ass is what you loved?"

My butt cheeks pressed itself against his cock and continued to grind in between them. The tell tale sign of hot pre coated my entrance but never penetrating through it. Up and down I went, rode him up, and prepared the man for what was to come. Topping may be fun but bottoming while being in control of the top was different. Mac didn't do anything drastic and performed as he was told to. Not once did his cock fall flaccid and with all the teasing, he was ready for the main event.

My tail rose up high and guided that cock to its destination. I felt the tip enter. It smart at first but after getting used to his girth, following inches went in. Wings spread open across the room, getting a good posture and stability, I went even lower. Mmm... that feeling. That wonderful feeling of being filled with a nice shaft, the thickness was delicious, hit just the right spot! Slowly, with care and concern, I watched as the bear panted with tongue rolled out. He drooled and kept licking his lips.

"How is this so much better than fucking a pussy?!" Mac cried and roared as my ass hits the base.

"Grgh... who knew. As far as I know, guys play better than any pussy," I grinned and rubbed against his nipples, giving them the attention that they craved. "You're a big bear. Why the fuck would you want to fuck a weak woman like her, hrm?" My ass rose up and started grinding onto his cock, clenched like a vice. "Feel that? No woman can give you this much pleasure!"

Mac thrust his hips upwards and roared even louder now, loud enough to wake the neighbours. "Fuck yeah! That bitch ain't doing shit with my dick. Only a guy knows how to work another guy to this point. Oh god... more... make me cum!"

I intend to but not that fast. He wasn't the only one that wanted to enjoy this to the fullest. It was then that the bear discovered the pleasures of giving total control to another. Even when he was topping like a true wild bear, he wasn't going to cum unless I wanted him to. Being a dragon had its advantages and being able to take such girth was even a higher achievement. My hips grinded on to him and started riding the male like a bull. Ironically, Biff was the one that rode on me instead of the other way around. Note to self: try some bull ride next time.

Ass slammed downwards and from Mac's vantage point, I knew he was using me as a cock sleeve because every time his shaft disappeared into my tail hole, he licked his chops and panted like a pervert. Not that I didn't appreciate the compliment. It is embedded in my nature that I am in control of everything and that includes steering the bear to his own peak. I do felt the uncontrolled throbbing of his cock each time I dropped on to the base and as I did so, smeared as much pre as I could all over his manhood. It was now slick enough to just ram myself through but I wasn't going to give the bear a benefit of doubt that he would be in control.

I pinned his shoulders down and licked his nose, ass buried deeply as my hips gyrated for a moment. "You like that?"

Mac panted and nodded quickly.

"Feel this? Wanna cum badly, don't cha," I bared rows of sharpened dragonic teeth.

"Yes yes! Oh fuck! Please! Let me cum!"

"Inhale my scent," licked at his nose. "This is what you are and this is what you want. You may be a big bear but deep down," my fingers trailed on to his chest, "You want to be controlled."

Mac gave a roar of defeat. I had won the battle against the bear and did as he was told. With that, it was more than enough indication that it was my time to move on, give this bear the much needed explosion. After getting filled up with massive volume of spunk, now trickled down my tail hole and made a horrible mess underneath the ursine, I wrapped my wings around him and nuzzled on to his neck. I still remembered clearly how hard my cock throbbed, angry at the lack of attention. Of course, or later, I got what I wanted, courtesy of a delicious bear muzzle. Oh yeah, his tongue was just as skilled as Biff. The bull was turned into a bottom and months of muzzle training had paid off.

Of course, it didn't stop there. Mac was suddenly very eager to introduce his handsome therapist to his own entire squad group. Cops from rhinos to bulls, felines of vary species; all of whom were ripped as fuck. I liked it. They were a friendly bunch and whenever I dropped over, they were more than happy to have a one on one talk with me, with a certain charge fee of course but not as high as Mac was paying me. Coming from all walks of life, each and every one of them had their own problems to handle. Some were difficult, some were straight forward but what came in common with all of them were how little progress their sex life was.

I grinned at each one of them. Sooner or later, I'll have them coming to me without lifting a finger. Now, all I had to do was solve the big bear's conundrum. Then again, it won't be long before we ended our session since he was moving forward rather quickly.

Which comes down to our current events of stopping both Biff and Mac from grabbing at each other's throat. The bear huffed and sat down obediently, not wanting to create a scene just like what the bull did. Instead, he nodded and extended his paw towards him. Biff was taken aback by the sudden courtesy and I gave a death glare right at him. Effective. He shook that paw.

"Good, we have all now made friends," I smiled, "Frank, could you kindly come forward please and take off your pants,"

The Clydesdale blinked, took in the information that was delivered to his brain but had difficulty processing the outcome. "Umm... W-Why..."

"If you're no longer shy about your own body, you shouldn't be shy with these two. They had gone through the same treatment as you did. I'm merely testing out the results of our sessions." I explained thoroughly, "The same applies to you two as well."

Mac was the first to obey and once he was out of his garments, he flexed and revealed much of his muscles. Like I said, he was far bigger than Biff and I think the bull knew that as well when he stripped down to nothing. He flexed just the same but not with confidence. Mac sensed his hostility towards him and smirked cockily. Frank on the other hand, took his time undressing but once he was out, he was smaller of the three but what he lacked in muscle department, he definitely made up for that horse cock.

At flaccid, equines were still larger than normal furs, except for those pachyderms, they could give Frank here a run for his money. I pulled him forward and had him stand next to them, formed a triangle, "Now that's settled. How do you feel?"

Not a word.

"Oh come," my arms wrapped around Biff purposely, paws cupped at his man tits, "Don't you wanna have some good ol' fashion bull meat?"

The bull wiggled and protested for a bit but kept his mouth shut as his pecs were groped mercilessly. Even at such a simple touch, Biff had his cock standing right up. That was expected since he does like his muscles to be played with. Ever since that fateful day, we were on to each other and knowing what I wanted, I had the large bull eating right out of my paw. Well, all three of them but I did take a fancy out of the bull more.

The other two looked on, unable to pry their eyes out of the now panting male. His erection throbbed, body responded, getting far hornier than before with him being looked on. Muscles flexed for others, constantly paraded around with just his underpants, Biff was an exhibitionist. His eyes shut closed, not even fighting. Instead, he moaned and encouraged the dragon to do as he pleased. He shuddered as a sudden paw wrapped around his length.

"Knew it, you're a bottom bitch. Don't act tough," Mac grinned devilishly. His oversized bear paws were calloused and strong. I knew what he wanted when he saw dollops of pre seeping from the very tip.

"S-Shut up!" Biff tried to fight back but couldn't even do a simple thing as pushing that paw away. Instead, he allowed the bear to stroke him up, encouraged more of his lust to bloom and what a scene it was. I was pushing his buttons, to the point where he willingly turned himself into a bottom.

Down he went, faced down on to my office table, the very place that he was most comfortable in. "Could you please... open me up..."

"Oh ho! I'm gonna enjoy this even more now!" Mac dived like a targeted missile. His muzzled instantly buried into the bull's taint, tongue slurped from balls to rim, engrossed in the musk that belonged to another male. "Just the right taste and musk. Mmm... I bet you got this cleaned even before coming here."

Yes, yes he did. He did as instructed, questioning not my motives. From here on, they were going to graduate from therapy with flying colours. In this case, with waves of pleasure. Frank couldn't stand it any longer and took his position in front of the bull. Tipped his head up and instructed to open his mouth up. Open he did and was quickly filled in with a sizeable length of horse cock. Pleasure surged through his body as his fur stood on end, tail lifted and relaxed for a moment. His eyes closed to a shut as everything about the world turned to oblivion; all that mattered was that skilled mouth.

A very talented mouth if I do say so myself. Used several times during our sessions, Biff was trained to do as he was told. All anger that was buried inside his heart was doused and what kindled after was the firey lust for sex; for cocks and men! Frank started humping into that muzzle, both paws against his horn as handlers. Each time he managed to spear in another inch, he would stay there for a few seconds, his cock twitched inside that muzzle and surprisingly, Biff didn't gag up. Once released from its hold, the bull desperately breathed in a mouthful of air but that was a short lived moment. In Frank went and tried to get him to swallow as much as possible.

As I watched from the side lines, my own shaft stood straight up, yearning for attention. A large bull being spit roasted by a bear that was nearly twice his size and a horse cock far bigger than any normal fur to take up to; it was too much to handle. Mac gave a spank or two on to that ass before fingered him up, pried that ass open with as much spit as possible and as soon as two went in, it hits right on his perfect spot. In that exactly moment, Biff came a few ropes of seed and it was no surprise. As I said, I've planned for this for quite a while. Gave each of them a pill of aphrodisiac, they obeyed like willing puppets.

Not that I was purposely controlling them but they did wanted to go over new heights. I was merely... giving them a push. Mmm... a push indeed. I watched as bear cock disappeared into the bull's ass, took everything in one push. Biff cried out and spluttered against the horse, which in turn pulled back out. At the same time, I saw how enlarged Frank was. He was sweating like a pig, out of breath with his balls hanging low, full with cum and about to shoot at my very command.

My paw travelled downwards to my own but I was surprised when another male had his grubby paws against mine. Looking over, I smiled and gave him a pet of approval. Darren was his name and my lovely secretary, a very lovely secretary... His muzzle opened up and guzzled it all, earning a moan of desire. "Now what brings you to town?"

He pulled back out and nuzzled against my balls, "I heard moaning, thought you were in danger and I was right, you are in danger." He was a sweet talker, a handsome and sleek german shepherd to be precise.

"Danger from having blue balls, huh?"

"You bet your lovely ass you are! I mean look at them, rutting like there's no tomorrow!"

"Actually, they ain't pounding anything yet," the canine brought up to his feet and I pulled him towards Frank, "How about some horse?"

Frank yelped, "I-I... um... oh... fuck..." Both paws on to the bull's horn once again. "He's gonna suck me dry!"

I chuckled and took the Clydesdale's paw, gave him a kiss on lips and he pulled away, swooned at me. A spurt of pre landed on to my paw, on the verge of cumming but that wasn't the plan. I had something else in mind. Frank's ego was stroked, up and down, slick with pre and bull spit. His lean and toned muscles quivered and had to sit down, unable to keep up with the amount of pleasure that surged through him. "Good boy. Now sit. Darren, come here."

The canine barked and nuzzled my paw, "Your master wants you to take the horse as your own, ride him. I'm sure you're gonna enjoy it."

Darren's eyes shone with excitement. Straddled up like a cowboy. Before Frank knew what was happening, his shaft quickly disappeared into the hole of my secretary. The perfect moans of my pet echoed in the room, expressed how much he loved the man's thickness, and filled him up to the brim. Guess all those toys that I bought for him was beginning to yield results. It wasn't long before he was taking charge of the horse and humped away; hips gyrated and clenched his tail hole like a vice.

From the corner of my eye, I saw the two larger males rutting like a pair of mindless males. Mac had the bull down on his back, his legs hoisted up and spread open, that bear cock slammed into that puckered hole, now loose enough to take in another cock. If that was probably the hottest one I've ever encountered with these two. The bear pounded relentlessly, ball sac slapped against that ass like this was his last fuck. All the while, Biff had nothing to say but drool in pure lust, shouted foul languages that could have made a sailor blush.

"Fuck me! Yeah! You dirty big fucker. You like this ass! Fuck! The best ass you've ever taken!" Biff roared, clawed on to the ground.

Knowing Mac, it was a massive turn on. His smiled said it all. "You got that right. You want it. Oh hell you want it more than anything. I'm gonna fill you up so hard, you'll probably taste it for weeks! Come on! Is that all you've got?!"

Biff had lost control of himself, lost control of everything. The bear pile drive the bull with sheer force, hissed and snarled like a wild animal but for me, I had other things in mind. It's time for Mac to hold the pleasure of getting it up at the back. I was more than slick enough with pre and lube that I could have penetrate the man right in. My paws held on to Mac and stopped momentarily, looked back breathlessly. No words were exchanged between us because the next thing he knew, he felt a dragon cock breaking him open.

Mac exhaled, body arched forward, lost in sudden pain. At the bottom, Biff lets off a loud guffaw and pointed at the unsuspected bear. He wasn't so much of a virgin but had some difficulties prying open. Once I got through, it was invigorating. My cock pulsed and throbbed inside the bear and instead of me pushing my hips forward, Mac backed up and growled with a smile. He had finally gotten what he needed and nothing could have stopped him now.

The one who suffered the most was Biff because the pounding continued mercilessly. Well, 'suffered' wasn't the right word. There was no way the bull wasn't enjoying himself. So much so that his shaft was breaking in streams of pre endlessly, to a point where it looked like he had cum. His fingers groped on to his pecs and played with them, flexed for the bear to see while they looked on to each other. It was working because Mac's thrust was beginning to fall. Instead of the usual humps, he pumped at the bottom hard and stopped when the base was hilted, sprayed pre into the male and once satisfied, buried himself against me.

The heat inside of the bear was utterly amazing. My wings opened up and cradled the bear with me because now, he clenched like a vice inside. He was going to cum, I knew how he worked and true enough, he was on the verge. Biff cried out his last as jets of his seed shot everywhere. He was a heavy cummer, always has been and this wasn't any different. Some had even reached over his muzzle and had to lap them up.

Mac pulled off suddenly and went on all fours, breathed heavily, "Fuck me like how I did with this bitch bull. I want to cum hands free! Come on! Do it!"

Shit this was too much to bear! Sorry for the pun. I couldn't take it anymore. Jacked right in, Mac roared immediately, his ass jingled, tail wagged out of pleasure. Like the bull, he wasn't about to last for long. Minutes later, he sprayed cum all over. However, something else surprised me even more. Down below, I saw Biff with his mouth open, guzzled up bear cum right off the top. Most of it missed his mouth and landed on his sweaty chest, which was now mixed with his own seed.

We held like this for a minute, waited for him to finish off and once they were done, my cock pulled out with a pop. I knew I haven't cum but at the back of my mind, I had something else planned. Biff wanted me to breed him up but politely rejected as so because I knew someone else wanted my seed even more. Darren was about done when Frank pulled himself out, tail hole gaped open as pearly white horse spunk spilled out.

"Hey, why don't we have a go at horsey here?" Mac licked his lips while caressed against a pair of bull chest.

Biff laughed. "You are hard to satiate. Bull ass not enough for ya'?"

"Oh no, your ass is probably the hottest I've fucked but let's see how well Frank handles both of us. I'm sure you're ready for another round of deep penetration."

The bull spread his hole open and fingered himself, bear seed still covered his ass, "Sloppy seconds, I like that."

If only there was a recording of all of this. They walked over to the horse while I pulled Darren away, held on to my canine secretary like he was mine to conquer. Well, he was mine. His tail wagged away happily, ready for me because despite being filled up with equine, he wanted mine. Ass grinded against my cock, wanted to guide the tip to its target but I didn't want do it here. No, my pet needed something else. One final glance at the trio - Frank taking it up literally by Mac while fucking against Biff - we were out of the musk filled room.

Darren whined as he was dragged along but once we reached to a door, went in and locked it up, the german shepherd lightened up. This was the room where we had endless fun of sex and training, trying to get the canine to open up with various dildo sizes. Not to mention other 'toys' that we may have gotten our grabby paws on but that's what we were here for. I needed to breed my pet and wanted some privacy between both of us. As I lay on to our comfortable bed, he trailed along, sat right on to me.

"Enjoyed yourself back there? Was Frank hard on you?" My paw over at his cock and gently stroked it.

"N-No... he was good but kinda rough around the edges. He needs to learn more about patience and the way to fuck a good bottom," Darren smiled and slowly lowered himself on to my shaft. The tip entered through with no trouble and I felt the warm cum of horse enveloped my cock entirely. I shuddered from such mind numbing pleasure. "Unlike you... oohh... that hits the spot... Unlike you, master. So loving and compassionate."

Charmer, isn't he? He has always been like this, since the day I picked him up from the streets. Fed him, cleaned him and gave him a place to stay, a job as well. The german shepherd was quite grateful for my hospitality and couldn't wait to please his master. I wasn't about to ram into him like a crazed animal. No, I had a certain class to myself. Evidently, he got down to the hilt and moaned at being stuffed like this. I'll have to admit, I may not be as big as Frank over there but I was more than adequate to fuck the brains out of anyone.

Holding on to my chest, my paws caressed against his cheeks as he winced in pain but got over it. His ass started going up but halfway through, slammed right down to the bottom. Up he went again and back down. Soon, we found a good rhythm to work with. Darren moaned like he was in heat, head thrown back as utter bliss surged through his body. His cock bounced up and down and covered my torso with pre.

However, I didn't want a slow and passionate fuck. After watching those three men going at it and on the verge of cumming, I wasn't going to last long either way. Paws over at his ass, my cock thrust right up and prodded against his sweet spot over and over again. The german shepherd cried out but stayed in position, drooled over my chest and whined. His face says it all. "Harder!"

"Oh you son of a bitch," I turned him around and got better leverage, pounded that canine ass like it was my last. Over and over again he cried for mercy but I wasn't going to give him. Legs placed on my shoulder, both of us faced each other, I could feel the sex radiating from the canine. Our musk and sexual pheromones filled the room. A single whiff of it had me growling in lust, so was him.

"Master, please... you're going to fast!" Darren pleaded, his paw going over to his cock but I slapped it right away. No, no pet of mine is going to cum this way.

"I'll fuck the cum out of you," my hips slapped against his ass, in hopes of getting him to cum first. I stopped momentarily with my cock buried deeply into him, gazed into his sweaty eyes.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

Darren couldn't reply in that instant.

"Do you like this? Do you want to release?"

"Yes... I-I want this. I liked all that we've done. Oh, Zander, hold me, please." His words weren't merely words of encouragement because there was something deeper in them. The tone of his voice, the cracked words that came out of it, the way he said it; I was more than obliged to fulfill his needs.

He came. Yes, he came like the little boy that he is. Once I was buried deep inside and started cumming, Darren couldn't hold it in and did the same. His knot fully exposed, I couldn't help but grabbed right at the base. He howled and begged for another release, which I did. One paw gripped at the knot while the other stroked on his length. The second one was far more intense than the first since his most pleasurable spot was abused tremendously.

Caked with his own cum, Darren couldn't help but licked his paw, enjoyed the taste that was his. I held on to him, not losing hope and shaft still locked in. As much as I'd like to pull off and watch cum rush out of his hole, I was more than happy to be inside of him. We spoke not a word for at least ten solid minute and I woke right up.

Fuck. My three patients were still here. I groaned and regrettably pry myself off. Once I opened the door, I saw three males hurdled in one, all three of them splattered with cum. Biff was probably content with having the fuck of his life while Mac sighed in relief. He finally got over his own sexuality and was comfortable with it. Frank had a major leap because once he had regained consciousness; he smiled right at me and winked. I couldn't help but gave a chuckle. I sense great things for the horse.

In fact, great achievements for the three.

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