Threesome’s the Way to Go
#7 of Blue Paws Amateur Showcase
Threesome's the Way to Go
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"Bring that light over here and - "
"FUCK!"
Jock turned about on his hooves and faced the soundproofed door leading into the stage that had now been flung open and a very large, somewhat breathless polar bear had appeared in its stead.
"Not yet we aren't, but give us an hour and we're gonna be making sweet manlove here," the horse nickered with a smirk.
Max Field's ursine ears drooped down towards his shaggy-furred skull.
"That's fucking unfunny," the polar bear grumbled. "I'm just off the horn with Nathan Smile. He's not coming."
The horse frowned.
"What for?"
"Like I know," the polar bear grumbled, "hungover, not happy with the money, what fucking ever, we're not getting him."
"Well, shit," the horse stomped the floor, "we've got Lance already lubing up his asshole and now you're saying we're short of a top?"
"Yep."
"Well, shit," Jock said again. "Do we gotta pull the butt plug on this one?"
The polar bear scowled at the horse's terrible humor. He'd heard that particular jibe too many times to get much amusement out of it anymore. The stallion seemed to know as much, and smiled more meekly now.
"We've already had to reschedule the shoot once because Jolly Bones is so hard to get our paws onto," Max said, "what's with all the East Coast filming he's doing these days."
"It'd be a shame to do it again," Jock nodded," especially since they're already prepping up there. How about just making it a duo? Not like it'd be a problem for them."
Max shook his head.
"That cancels out the whole idea of what we wanted to do with this one," the polar bear grunted. "It's not what we are paying them for."
"It's not like they would complain seeing it though," Jock mused.
"Bah," the bear opined offishly. "Should never try working with divas, they're nothing but trouble."
"The VOD rates say they like him, though, and we have to try to keep getting him back," Jock said.
"I fucking know that," Max made an ugly face. "That's how it always goes. They hear a thousand men buy a video of them screwing someone up the ass and they think they're a fucking Taylor Swift."
"At least Jolly's keeping it real," mused Jock.
"I've no complaints about Jolly," Max snorted, "I just need another cock connected to a hot body, and I don't have a lot of time to find one or we're blowing our schedule!"
The horse rubbed his snout.
"Anyone we have on standby?" he asked.
The polar bear shook his head expansively.
"You know we don't have...what...understudies in the biz!" he grimaced.
"Understuds..." the horse mused.
The polar bear rolled his eyes.
"I'm going back to my office to look at the books," Max declared, "You start with solo photos of Jolly and Lance if you need something to do."
"Gotcha!" the horse nickered.
The polar bear stormed out of the room to leave the photography team continue their preparations for the shoot.
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"Fuck."
It was one of the days when the belt buckle had to pop open, decided Max Field, as he opened his belt and let his belly bulge out more freely. The polar bear was nearly livid now, and his elbow knocked down a mug of penis pens from his desk when he leaned over for the drawer that contained his emergency supply of Nicotine Extra Strength vaping solution for the really shitty days.
The polar bear assembled his e-shisha and puffed in the nervous tonic with illicit pleasure. It was getting difficult to his paws onto the stuff, since it needed a doctor's prescription these days.
These days indeed.
"Fucking hell," the polar bear huffed through a cloud of pear-flavored vapor.
Max Field needed a few drags before he swiveled around on his chair to face the large chart, the one with the photos of the performers pinned together to indicate their upcoming scenes, spread over most of the wall. Business had been good and indeed busy, as of late, and the wall was quite crowded. It didn't really improve the polar bear's mood, considering the shoot scheduled for today was still marked on the wall in the form of a sticky note along with the three small photos, one of them of a porn performer who had designed not to show up to do his part.
"Shit," the bear rubbed his muzzle.
Scanning the wall did not really cheer him up. Trying to pull anyone out of their schedule might cause it all to collapse, resulting in a further loss of time and revenue for his business. The wall brought him no help, and he knew that the clock was ticking.
"Bah."
The lumbering turned over to his computer and grabbed the mouse to wake up the screen that'd gone into sleep mode while he was out shouting at his staff. Max tapped himself into the database program, the one truly methodical part of his computer desktop. The database contained information slips on all their current, past and prospective performers, making it all easier to manage than otherwise. The entire list, the bear knew, ran into over a thousand names. Some of these guys had starred in two dozen films, while others had approached the studio with their names and photos but had never been summoned to the studios for a test shoot, or had chickened out when they'd really been told to come over and whip it out in front of half a dozen people wanting to see it happen.
He liked keeping the pictures, though.
The polar bear opened the search parameters and began to fork his way through the list of names using his preferred search rules. He needed someone of right age, body size, species, and sexual preference, to cover up for the loss of Nathan Smiles.
The list that was printed out was not particularly long, only a dozen names or so. Looking at the time stamps on their last update did not cheer the polar bear up. Some of the names went back years.
"I just need one hot ass and that's it...one tight ass..."
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"Okay...keep those ass cheeks spread and - "
"TAKE A FIVE EVERYONE, WE'LL BE ON SOON!" bellowed Max Field when he trampled his way into the studio.
The large polar bear's call stopped the action, which had consisted of Lance Logan standing in front of the white background, looking at the camera operated by Jock the horse while the lion kept his paws on his plump butt cheeks to keep them spread while his eyes smoldered with the maximum amount of slutty invitation. Nearby stood a Doberman, one with a great, toned body and a boner he was idly jerking in his palm. His ears perked curiously at the arrival of the polar bear boss of the business.
"What's up, Max?" Jock questioned.
The polar bear had to puff on his e-cig like it was an asthma inhaler before he found it in himself to speak again.
"I looked at the wannabe folder and I've found one, rang the guy, and he's going to be here in half an hour," Max explained, "I know it's a bit quick, but if he's any good, we are still on."
"So the shooting is a go then?" asked the Doberman, whose paws fell to his sides so that his cock bounced majestically down to sprout from his strong runner's loins.
"Abso-fucking-lutely," huffed the bad-tempered bear, "I've had enough of shit this morning to cancel anything anymore. We're gonna be a bit late but we'll be doing it for sure."
"Sweet," said the lion, whom had finally remembered to drop his tail down, too, and now faced the room in his most natural manly state.
"Anyone we know?" Jolly Bones asked curiously.
Max shook his head.
"Just a guy who did a solo shoot with us once but wasn't available for further work at the time, but when I called him now he said he wants to do it, and has the time, and wants the money, so..." the polar bear detailed.
"Great!" Jock declared. "Guess we are saving this session, then, no?"
"Hell yeah," the polar bear guffed smoke from his nostrils while he exclaimed his declaration of intent. "This ain't finished before everyone's balls are shriveled up from cumming so much."
Jolly Bones chuckled.
"I like the sound of that, boss!"
Max gave the hunky Doberman an appreciative glance, and winked.
"You keep that piece warm for it, Jolly," he said. "You're gonna be needing it soon enough."
"Can't wait," Lance the lion purred eagerly.
Jock raised his camera again.
"Okay, Lance, get that ass of yours back in position and let's take a couple more shots of you spreading your hole open, okay? Guys wanna see those hot wrinkles in closeup."
"Right-o," the young lion replied, and gave his tail a swish.
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Blue Paws Productions - "Jailhouse Fuck"
Studio: Blue Paws Productions Ltd.
Duration: 28 minutes
Director: Max Field
Starring: Lance Logan, Jolly Bones, Linkin Monroe
All rights reserved.
All performers were over the age of 18 at the time of cinematography
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It was lights out time in the prison block, and quiet but for the sounds of snoring rattling through the concrete walls from all directions.
"You sleep yet, Lance?"
The speaker was a Doberman, occupying the top bunk of the bed, staring up into ceiling while he relaxed upon the mattress. The dog was only clad in a pair of white bpxers and a white sleeveless T-shirt, and looked bored when he made his hissed question.
"Hmmnope," came the rumbled reply.
The lion laid on the lower bunk, on his side and with his eyes open, the blanket tugged over to his armpits to keep the chill away.
"Heheh," the dog chuckled, smiling to himself.
The lion closed his eyes in the hopes of catching his sleep, but soon he felt like he was being watched. He wasn't wrong, either. The Doberman was giving him an upside down gaze over the edge of the top bunk. The lion frowned.
"Wassup?" the lion asked. "Why're you watching me?"
"I'm not tired," the dog grinned, "I'm bored."
"Well I'm sleepy," the lion said awkwardly, "I wanna sleep."
"I know something better than sleeping..."
The Doberman hopped down from the bunk and onto the floor, before he stood up to his full height and flexed his buff shoulders.
"What are you doing?" the lion pushed himself up on one paw on his bed.
"Heheh..." the Doberman grinned broadly when he invaded the lion's bed by sitting on the edge, making it quite crowded down there all sudden.
"Hey, what is this!?" yelped the lion.
The Doberman grabbed the edge of the lion's blanket and pulled it down to reveal his naked torso, toned with some muscle under the fluffy fur, and then lower to show the white boxers he was wearing - and nothing else - and with a sizeable bulge on the front, too.
"My my, been jacking off under the covers and hoping I wouldn't hear?" the Doberman suggested with his tongue lolling out between his teeth.
The lion let out a rumble and swat the Doberman with his tail in the hopes of shooing him away, but it was obvious that the doggie was not going to take that for an answer. Instead, he grabbed the lion's visible boner through his boxers and gave it a stroke over the fabric.
"Ohh...fuck..."
"I know this'll be better than jacking it..." the dog grinned, "come on..."
The lion submitted to his lust, with the dog slowly rubbing his cock through his underwear while the Doberman began to stroke his own cock as well, one paw slipping into his boxers. They shared a few looks, and a grin, and the lion didn't stop the dog when the Doberman pulled his boxers down and let the pointed, barbed prick to bounce into view.
"Hmmm, hot..." the dog said.
"Uhh...yeah..."
The Dobie pumped his paw over the lion's shaft and made the cat mewl quietly, eyes closed and head thrown back in pleasure.
"Sexy cat boy...got some sugar for ya..."
The canine inmate put his paw onto the lion's mane and pulled his muzzle down towards his own burgeoning crotch. The lion couldn't do anything but accept the offer of getting to worship a hot, strong manly package, and began to nuzzle in the warm muskiness given to him, with that paw securing him into place.
"There ya go..." the doggie tugged down on his boxers, "suck my cock bitch..."
The lion purred despite the dirty command, and immediately began to mouth on the Dobie's stiff, red rocket. The dog let his tongue loll out of his muzzle at this, obviously feeling like the king of the world while getting his musky cock sucked sloppily.
"Hmmm...that's a good kitty..." the canine's fingers clenched in the lion's mane, "suck daddy's cock..."
"Mmmmmm..." the lion moaned, muzzle full of cock.
Unbeknownst to the sexually naughty duo in the cell, one of the wardens was doing his rounds along the hallway, checking out the inmates for any nighttime trouble. The Doberman guard's sensitive ears perked at the strange noises coming from a nearby unit. The uniformed dog walked briskly towards the source of the noise, one paw resting on the handle of the nightstick that swung from his hip.
"...hhhmmm...good boy..."
The guard made a face upon hearing this noise, yet soon a smirk spread over his muzzle while he crept closer. He peeked over the corner and saw the Doberman inmate sitting on the bunk bed with the lion's head bobbing up and down on his lap.
The dog kept on grinning and groped his own swelling groin briefly. He unbuckled his belt and pulled out an impressive, red canine cock that glistened with sweat and pre-cum as soon as it was allowed to spring out into air and into the Dobie's awaiting paw.. It made a raunchy slippery noise, fingers pumping over the swollen flesh while the dog's nub-like tail began to wag.
"Ohhh that's a good boy...yeah...suck that cock..." the inmate dog moaned hotly.
The warden decided to go in for the kill. He stepped forward, pulled out his nightstick and slammed it against the bars.
"What's going on here!" the warden growled.
They jumped guiltily. The lion almost hit his head against the bottom of the top bunk, and the seated dog's ears swiveled back in shock.
"Officer Monroe!" the Dobie yelped at the sight of his fellow doggie.
"Oh boy..." said the lion, him in turn immediately spotting the musky cock that jutted out of the warden's fly, amidst the dark cloth of his pants.
The guard grinned broadly and tapped his nightstick against the bars again.
"This kind of activity is against the rules," Officer Monroe said. "You're gonna be getting punished for this."
"D-don't be too harsh on us, sir..." the lion mumbled.
Officer Monroe pulled out a keychain from his pocket and used the steel key to unlock the cell door.
"I think I know just exactly what kind of a punishment you're going to need..." the Doberman rumbled.
The warden entered the cell and glared down at the two inmates on the bed, an interesting sight for them especially with the dog's thick cock completely visible and oozing dank musk.
"Is it gonna be a hard punishment, sir?" the seated dog asked.
"Suck my cock bitch," declared the warden.
The prisoner doggie grinned before he leaned forward and licked the Doberman's tip. Officer Monroe smirked and let his tail wag even more at the sensation.
"Atta boy..."
The dog began to slurp on the officer's tool, while the lion stood up from the bed and wrapped his arms around the warden so that he could feel up the uniformed male's muscles and make out with the hot dog getting blown by his fellow prisoner. The warden was obviously enjoying his unprofessional behavior a great deal, what's with all the nub-wagging and the spurts of pre-cum over his fellow Dobie's tongue.
Officer Monroe enjoyed the blowjob for a few moments before he pulled his spit-soaked dick from the Dobie's muzzle and then smacked it wetly against the prisoner's face.
"Hey!"
"I've got somewhere else to put this now that it's nice and wet," the warden said, "ass up, lion boy!"
"Uh yes sir," the aroused lion mumbled.
The lion ended up on all fours on the bare floor, with Doberman doggies on either side of him. His fellow prisoner rubbed his cock against his muzzle, much like how the Dobie guard had marked him earlier, with the lion's lips following the cock as if hoping to catch a taste before it was finally stuffed into his muzzle.
On the lion's rear end, Officer Monroe rubbed and fondled on the golden-furred buns and spread them apart to catch a glimpse on the tasty pucker he intended to plunder. The lion raised his tail obediently and pushed his ass up in the hopes of gaining more attention to his rump.
"Naughty lil' slut..." the Officer growled, giving the lion's ass a slap.
"Oh...uh..."
"Shush," his fellow prisoner pushed his dick through the 'O' of the lion's lips and onto his tongue to silence him from making further noises that might bring in some less wanted attention. It was much needed, too, since the Dobie warden behind him flipped out his nightstick again and rubbed that between the lion's butt cheeks, while grinning wildly.
"Heheheh..."
"Hhmppphh!"
"Got something thicker for you, boy..."
The Dobie let his cock flop against the lion's crack, and hot-dogged this sweet butt for a few moments before he went in for the kill.
"UHHMHMHMM!"
The warden was obviously not intending to take things slowly, but instead he simply pushed firmly, paws clenched on the lion's hips as he thrust into the lion's pucker.
"Heheh..." the other inmate grinned.
"High five!"
The two dogs slapped their paws together over the bent over lion, whom was now taking increasing amounts of cock into him on either end. The Dobie shaft spread his asshole open and stuffed him up good, yet there was nowhere to run away from it either, with him properly sandwiched by the Dobies who both wanted nothing more than to fuck.
He got pounded royally, too, the cocks slipping through his holes with increasing speed. Balls slapped both the lion's chin and against his taint. The two dogs hunched over him, close enough to each other's grinning muzzles so that soon their lips pressed together, and the threeway became even more involved with their sloppy making out added to it. Between them, the lion moaned around cock in his muzzle and his own slapped against his belly with the swinging motion propelled by Officer Monroe's humping on his rump.
"Hmhmhmhppph!"
Suddenly the lion's cock began to spurt cum onto the concrete floor between them, simply from the submissive pleasure of being fucked from both ends simultaneously. Smelling this happen, the two dogs exchanged a grin and pounded the cat even harder, making him squirm under the dual assault of dicks plunging into his rear and his tired muzzle.
"Ready?" asked Officer Monroe.
"Y-yeup!"
They pulled out almost simultaneously, with their paws taking over the act of stimulating their cocks for only moments before their thick, pearly cum spurted out of their dicks and splattered over both the slutty lion's muzzle and his rump. He got veritably painted with the musky stuff, with globs running down his cheeks and even over his eyelids, and of course into his taint and to his drained balls.
The lion's own cock still dribbled cum onto the floor, where it had created little rivulets that stank heavily of sex in the small, dank cell.
"So...we excused, sir?" the dog asked from the authority figure, his own cock stiff and near the lion's purring lips.
"For now," said the Officer, as he got up to his feet and began to stuff his cock back into his dark uniform pants, "but should you make any noise again..."
"Heheh."
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"AND CUT!"
"Phew it stinks here!" Jolly Bones let out a guffaw of laughter.
"You think?" Lance Logan questioned the dog, while he looked up to him with his cum-stained muzzle more than prominent still.
"SOMEONE BRING SOME BABY WIPES OVER!" Max bellowed from his director's seat, positioned behind the two laptops that displayed the live feed from the two cameras that had been used for capturing the sweaty action on digital video.
The stagehand, a coyote this time around, appeared with his ever-present basket of water bottles and extra duty baby wipes that were soon passed around among the three cast members recovering from the exertions of their job.
"I think we've got pretty darn sexy footage out of you," Jock the stallion commented with a grin.
"Thanks," the Doberman in uniform mused, "This sure was...interesting, hahah!"
"First time's the charm," Jolly Bones chuckled. "That right, Lance?"
"Uh huh," the lion whom was slightly less spunk-stained now, replied.
"Well, Mister Monroe," Max Field noted as he lumbered over to the prison cell set itself, "I think you have officially saved this production."
"Heh, glad I could help," the cheeky Dobie said.
"You were a big help," Jock smirked.
"Lol," the lion said.
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