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The Church of Gilles

“The dudes swear by it,” Corbin said, his hand in his boyfriend’s ass pocket his long fox ears twitched. “Total chill sesh and completely free.”

“Yeah, sure,” Denny rolled his eyes, they coyote smirking while his viper bites glinted in the evening sun. “Is that why they told you to bring me along?”

“Don’t act like you’re not excited,” Corbin gripped his boyfriend’s ass and leaned in to whisper in his ear. “I talk to them all the time about you and your tight little pussy.”

“Wouldn’t that be a diss on you with how much we fuck?” Denny pushed his shoulder against the coyote playfully. “With how much you rail me, shouldn’t it be nice and loose.”

“We both know that’s not how premium pussy works,” Corbin nipped his coyote boyfriend’s ear. “Besides, Louis is going to be there. He’s been chomping at the bit for a threesome since you started teasing him with picks last week.”

“Yeah, remember that video he sent?” Denny smirked. “The dude jacked off that massive log and busted a gallon I swear to god.”

“Yeah he did,” Corbin smirked. “Fuck I just want to see that dude sink inside you and make you scream.”

“Fuck baby, don’t tease me,” Denny smacked his hip playfully against his man.

The two were roughly the same height, maybe Corbin was a hair shorter, but with their ears they were both the same as long as no one put them back to back. Corbin was a tall lanky fox clad in a dark, band hoodie with skinny jeans and worn out red converse. Denny was a coyote with a similar build and wore a college merch sweater with their football team’s logo printed across it with a red plaid scarf. His jeans were tight, but not skinny as his thighs wouldn’t allow for that. The coyote’s ass and legs were one of his greatest features, and he sported them proudly.

“So,” Denny smirked. “Is this session free because they wanted you to bring me over?”

“You upset that I brokered free booz and herb for your company?”

“Not at all, I’d be upset if you didn’t.” Denny paused, his ears twitching to the side as he cocked his head. “Well…I’d be upset if I couldn’t partake, but I’m assuming this hang is all inclusive.”

“Very,” Corbin smirked and gripped his man’s ass, his own bulge twitching. “The guys really want to meet the infamous Denny especially after you sucked Greg off under the bleachers during our game.”

“I couldn’t wait for you to be done,” Denny smirked. “Did you like the video I had him take for you?”

“Shit was hot, though he can’t dirty talk for shit.”

“Fuck, right!” Denny chuckled. “He just kept saying ‘take it’ over and over. Like, dude, what do you think I’m doing?! Your balls are being scratched by my stubble?! If I take anymore my tongue will be coming out your asshole!”

The two laughed and reminisced about their sexual exploits while dried leaves rattled down the sidewalk. The two were total horndogs through and through, so when the opportunity presented itself to trade sex for drugs, the two hopped on that band wagon as a win-win, but there was another reason Corbin wanted to meet up with the guys.

Corbin was in the lockers with his bros when he overheard them talking about their secret for getting so big without roids, and that what they passed around would give them hella stamina in bed. When he came over they opened up right away about how this Gilles guy was the shit and kept them drunk, high, and pumped, but they weren’t going to give up their secret without a little something extra. When Corbin saw the pictures of his team mates the prior season and how much they blew up over the summer, he was sold immediately. He wasn’t about to shoot up roids and shrink his dick, but if they had something that worked that well, then fucking hell, he’d try it. They all looked just like him before, but now they were all stacked jocks with tit’s bigger than their girlfriends’. They were massive and bulky, but with how chill they were, he knew there was no rage inducing juice. They swore it was all natural and Corbin was going to get to the bottom of it.

“Is this the place?” Denny asked as the rounded the corner.

“Yeah,” Corbin glanced at his phone. “This is the address.”

“I can see why they don’t tell too many people, the place looks like it’s about to fall apart.”

Sure enough, the old ramshackle church was in faded disarray. The wood siding had long since chipped away its paint and grayed in the weather. The steeple atop it no longer had its bell, the brass cross rusty and green from years of exposure. The old, knotted oaks that framed the church had lost half their leaves, but still brushed the edges with browns and oranges. Old abandoned furniture littered the overgrown grass, rusted bikes and tires.

“They said it looks better on the inside.”

“It’s locked though,” Denny pointed to the old rusted lock on the main doors.

“The guys said there’s a back door that leads to an old kitchen. Come on,” Corbin gripped onto the chain-link fence that surrounded the church and hauled himself over. “Just like your place when we snuck in after your parents went to bed.”

“We got caught with your dick in my cunt,” Denny rolled his eyes but hopped the fence with more grace than Corbin.

“Yeah, and I have the bald spot on my tail from where your dad yanked me off you.” Corbin chuckled.

“Yeah, and I kiss it whenever you have me rail you from behind with the strap on,” Denny’s boots scraped the loose gravel as he steadied himself on the ground.

“Fuck, don’t bring that up,” Corbin bit his lower lip.

“Yeah, you don’t want the guys to know I peg you?” Denny slapped the fox’s ass electing a small yip from him.

“Dude, I brag about your peg game all the time,” Corbin smirked. “I just don’t want to have to go back and get it.”

“You mean you didn’t bring it?” Denny joked sarcastically. “Well, we’ll just have to turn around and-”

“Come on you dork, it’s just around back.” Corbin waived his man on and they both quickly found a little trail that ran along the side of the church. They found the busted door and dipped in. The place smelled musty and reeked of weed. They knew they were in the right place.

“There’s that good stink,” Denny practically purred, the coyote’s tail flicking back and forth.

“Yeah, they said they are in the big auditorium room.”

“You mean the chapel?” Denny cocked a brow.

“Yeah, the church part of the church. The churchy part.” Corbin joked back.

“Which one of us went to catholic school again?”

The fox just chuckled and ducked through a door and into a side hall that ran up the length of the church and turned in where he heard some dudes laughing. The old church’s stained glass was bleached form years of being exposed to the sun, the filtered light stained gold from the faded glass, or found its way through broken panes. The alter at the head of the church was broken, one of its legs shattered and toppled. The cross that was once leaning up against the wall behind it was now resting upside down against the part of the altar that wasn’t broken. The main floor had pews, but a large section of them had been broken apart to make room for a circle of guys to just chill.

There were four people just lounging in the open area, either sitting on the ground or on a cooler, a little gas heater set up in the center. Three of them were Corbin’s bros from practice. The first was Louis, a buck with a massive rack, at least eighteen points. His thick neck held up his square jaw. He wore sweatpants and an old basketball jersey that showed off his arms and pits with some knock off Air Jorden’s. The next was Jake, a tiger shark, tan hide with chocolate stripes, his dorsal fin lined with several metallic gages and his brow glinting with various rings. He wasn’t as stacked as Louis, but he was shredded with his definition. His tank top clung to his chest and eight pack and his baggy athletic shorts showed off the free-balling thick hogs his species was known for while his toe claws were exposed in his sandals. Ryan was a rat, his fur gray and ashen and obviously the widest of the three with a big soft gut. He was clearly the thickest of the group, unable to keep himself from snacking when he was high, but still his shirt’s short sleeves were practically bursting at the seams and his thick legs and ass were what kept him as the linebacker, his checkered shorts tight against his legs and showing off his thick nuts.

Then, there was the guy who had to be Gilles. He was a goat, very mature looking, maybe mid to late twenties whit a long goatee, long limbs and tightly packed muscles. He wasn’t huge and he wasn’t bulky, but toned without looking shrink wrapped. He wore a pair of capris sweatpants and his jacket was left open to expose his chest hair that created a happy trail down into his pants.

“Corbin!” his bros all shouted in unison.

“You made it dude! Thought you might not be coming with how we left things at the gym.” Louis chuckled and grabbed a beer from the cooler he was sitting on, popped the cap with his antlers and walked it over to them. “This must be the amazing Denny we’ve heard so much about.”

“Yo Denny!” Jake shouted, a lit blunt between his shark teeth. “I hear you’re the weed connoisseur!”

“We sharing that blunt?” Denny walked over to the guys.

“Yeah, if Ryan doesn’t smoke it all again,” Jake chuckled and took a hit off his blunt.

“Whatever Jake,” Ryan laid back on the ground, his gut forcing his shirt to roll up as he put his hands behind his head. “You can’t get under my skin when I’m feelin’ it this hard.” As Ryan spoke smoke curled around his teeth. He must have been holding in his last hit.

“You both had your puff now pass it over,” Denny came over to Jake and cupped his muzzle, the much larger man suddenly freezing and blushing deeply as the coyote tenderly took the blunt from his lips and took a nice long drag. The hiss and crackle of that grass filled the air as the glow from that blunt illuminated the coyote’s sultry face.

“H-Hey there…” Jake chuckled, but stayed very still so as to not break the moment. “We’re supposed to be sharing it.”

Denny finished their pull, held it in, then moved in and pressed his lips against Jakes, the hazy fog of herb filling their senses and burning their eyes as they made out around that pull. Wet smacking filled the air as Denny made out with that tiger shark, their tongues dancing in a wad of smoke before Denny drew himself back and sighed the last bit of his hit like a blown kiss over the tiger shark.

“Sorry, that’s how me and Corbin share. Hope that’s okay.” Denny winked and offered the blunt back.

Jake’s shorts were tented, the duo of dicks throbbing and making his free ball game very apparent.

“Shit…more than okay,” Jake sighed, taking the blunt back into his muzzle as he leaned back on his arms, his legs spreading to show off the obvious boners.

“What the fuck dude,” Corbin stomped over and Jake sized up. The fox had never seen the shark snap his legs back together so quickly. “You think you can just do that shit right in front of me?”

“I…” Jake’s eyes darted between Denny and Corbin, his mind moving too slow to fully comprehend what was going on.

Corbin came over and gripped Jakes shirt, and it would have looked more threatening if Jake wasn’t clearly twice the fox’s size, but with how hard Jake was feeling it, he didn’t have the rational to laugh it off. He did just make out with Corbin’s boyfriend after all.

“You think you can take two hits in a row?” Corbin smirked, his voice lowering down into a coo. “What kind of host are you?”

It took a moment for Jake to realize that Corbin was messing with him. When he finally did, a big toothy grin spread across his muzzle.

“Damn dude, I thought I fucked up there,” Jake chuckled like a goof and offered the blunt.

“Nah,” Corbin smirked and pushed the blunt back at the shark. “Denny boy over there showed you how we share. So, take a deep drag and show me what he taught you.”

The shark’s eyes went wide, the whites already turning pink. He gave a cocky little grin before taking a deep pull off that blunt, the crackling filling the air. Just as he pulled the blunt from his lips, Corbin pressed his against the shark’s. They made out, the shark exhaling luxuriously as the fox breathed it in. It filled their lungs and covered their lips with wisps of smoke. By the time Corbin pulled away, the hit had been passed between the two of them several times and the shark’s pants were fully tented, dark spots forming where his fat tips pressed against the silky athletic shorts.

“N-No…No homo right?” Jake accented the question with a cough, the last of the hit curling around his lips.

“Dude, all the homo,” Corbin chuckled. “You just made out with two dudes to share the blunt you had. That’s pretty fucking gay.”

“Yeah it is,” Jake chuckled, his shark grin going wider as smoke curled out of his gills.

“So this is the fox you’ve been hiding from me,” the goat chuckled as he clasped Corbin’s shoulder. “My guys here say you’re the shit and I intend to find out myself.”

“And you must be Gilles,” Corbin ran his hand down the goats back, his fingers rolling over the base of the goat’s tail before brushing over that thick, round ass. Gilles didn’t even flinch, if anything, his grin grew wider, his teeth strangely canine for a goat.

“Oh, you’ll fit in here nicely,” Gilles pulled the guy in for a half shoulder hug before letting him go. “Why don’t I show you around my humble abode while your plus-one gets comfortable.”

“He doesn’t need my permission to get comfortable,” Corbin shrugged and looked over at his man, the coyote had already pulled a beer from the cooler and was popping it off with Louis’ rack.

“Fair enough,” Gilles shrugged and his hooves clicked forward as he motioned the fox on. “Come on, let me show you around.”

“Yeah, whatever you say,” Corbin was playing it cool, but he was a little nervous. Boiled down, Gilles was a glorified drug dealer, and the fox wasn’t in the market for a career change. He also hated when drug dealers muscled their way in on your life to force you to be friends in order to continue getting good deals on cheap shit. Though, with the way Corbin’s head floated and arms swam through the air, he could tell the shit Gilles was supplying wasn’t cheap.

Not to mention that ass! Fuck if that goat didn’t have cake for days! It wasn’t some grotesque thick duo of globes, but rather two perfectly sculpted cheeks that lightly swayed back and forth, that tail swishing with the confidence of someone who knew their ass was amazing. Corbin’s eyes fluttered around at whatever bit and piece that Gilles was showing off, only for his eyes to go back to that north star, those glorious cheeks as they filled those sweatpants. That tail swayed back and forth with each step, those cheeks bulging then rolling the effort to the next. The hypnotic sway of those hips was accented as Gilles shoved his hands in his coat pockets, synching the wind breaker around his waist and showing off his back and how toned it was.

“And this is probably what you’ve been waiting for,” Gilles stopped and spun on his hooves to face the fox. The stunned little guy paused and looked up. Before the goat was a surprisingly new structure. Polished dark wood with an almost red sheen to it. It was a confessional booth, but instead of cherubs and feathered angels it was covered in gothic skulls from various animals, all carved from the wood. The thing that really stuck out was the goat skull between the two doors to the confessional booth. It wasn’t carved, but looked to be real bone, yellowed from age, and smoke was curling out of the eye holes.

“Pretty fucking metal,” Corbin chuckled.

“Metal as fuck,” Gilles chuckled. “The smoke is curling out the skull so we know the box is ready. Ready to get toasty?”

“You changed a confessional booth into a hot box?” Corbin smirked.

“If you were listening during the tour, I’m sure you’d know why,” Gilles gave a cocky grin before tossing his jacket to the side, leaving him in nothing but his sweats. Corbin blushed, realizing that Gilles’ ass was his focus during their tour.

“I mean…maybe next time don’t have me watch you from behind,” Corbin shrugged.

“Ah,” Gilles gave a knowing grin. “You didn’t hear anything, but you were paying attention.” Gilles opened the door to the hot box just a crack. “Come on, quick so it doesn’t escape.”

Corbin followed quickly afterwards. The booth was dark but light filtered in from the vets up above, the divider wall that was used to keep sinners concealed form the confessor was removed and left the booth as one big box with two benches on either side. The room reeked of the good shit, filling Corbin’s lungs with the warm ash of what he craved.

“Baller set up,” Corbin chuckled like a goof as he sat his ass down on the bench. “What’s with the skulls though?”

Corbin pointed to a table that was built into the back of the booth. On it sat a smoking bowl with a skull that rested atop it. It had goat horns, but the teeth were distinctly canine. It looked to be the biggest skull of the various others on the table.

“Don’t worry, that’ll become clear once we get into it,” Gilles flopped down on the other booth. “Just breathe this shit in for a sec. Let it fill you.” Gilles took a deep breath and let it out, thick billows of smoke curled around his lips as he did so. More than what Corbin thought should be possible, but he just complied.

“That’s it,” Gilles let out a deep groan as he spread his legs. “Deep breaths. Take it all in.”

“Shit dude, this…feels great…” Corbin gave a low groan as the darkness started to play tricks on him. He swore he could see the smoke curling and shifting around that skull over the bowl, flowing to him and filling his lungs. The way the light shimmered and made everything fuzzy and bright despite the darkness kept his veins thrumming. He swore he could see Gilles’ violet eyes glowing as he took his deep breaths.

“Holy shit dude, this stuff is something else.”

“This is just the beginning Corbin,” Gilles smirked and stood up, his body already glistening with a thin bit of sweat. The room felt hot and humid, yet the smoke felt dry and light. A duality of a hot box and a sauna filling up Corbin by the tips of his fingers and toes and working its way through his core.

“Fuck, should we get out?”

“Nah,” Gilles smiled. “Can’t get faded off the stuff I’m giving you.”

Corbin realized half way through what Gilles was saying that he was drinking something. He stopped and looked down to see it was the beer that Louis got him. Was he holding it this entire time?

“Shit dude…” Corbin’s eyes were already turning red as more and more of the room spun around him without spinning. The smoke curled around him and filled his mind with cotton.

“That’s a good boy,” Gilles purred as he lifted the skull off the bowl, his long fingers gripping the white bone with reverence. “Just enjoy the ride and I’ll give you exactly what you came here for.”

“What did I come here for?” Corbin started to giggle, the smoke in his lungs tickling his funny bone.

“For the shit that made your teammates the studs they are now,” Gilles wasn’t even talking to Corbin anymore, he was holding the skull up and looking into its empty sockets with reverence. “But how about I give you some of the pure, uncut shit.”

“Wait…I ain’t into hard drugs…” Corbin lifted his hands up defensively, but his beer feel on the ground, the bottle long since empty. “Woops,” Corbin chuckled.

“Don’t worry, it’ll only make you better,” Gilles grinned, that smile sent a shiver down Corbin’s spine, but in a bad way. The skull Gilles was holding twisted and looked at him as though it were a living thing.

“Shit dude, I think I’m seeing shit,” Corbin’s eyes went wide, but if Gilles heard him, he didn’t show it as that skull curled and melted in his hands, turning into vapor and coiling around Gilles’ face before melding onto his skull. Purple eyes flashed into reality, burning orbs of amethyst with white irises. A distinct crack in the skull’s forehead where it looked to have been shot illuminated, showing the broken cracks formed an inverted star an upside own teardrop of amethyst glowing in it like a trapped soul. The goat horns had uncurled into tall demon horns that accented Gilles’ ram horns. Gilles took in a deep breath through his nose as all the smoke in the room coiled and rolled into that skull and Corbin swore his soul left his body for a moment. He was floating there, completely out of his body and staring down the barrel of oblivion, but he was gently put back in his body as Gilles exhaled, a billowing wall of smoke rolling over him and filling his senses with tingling pleasure.

When Corbin opened his eyes he saw Gilles standing before him, only the guy looked…bigger? No, he couldn’t be so much bigger in seconds. The goat’s veins thrummed with purple energy, the raised vessels coursing with purple light that surged down into his tearing sweatpants. The demon goat took another deep breath and the sweats melted away into the smoke and what was left behind was the biggest, thickest, juiciest fuck rod Corbin had ever seen.

That massive dick was already half hard and larger than any cock the fox had seen in real life or on the net. It was thicker than his arm, maybe longer than it too! It had to be two feet of surging fuck meat as the veins on it throbbed angrily, engorging that member with size and potency. The smoke was suddenly coupled with a thick musk that reeked of goat, those massive nuts that hung low beneath that bitch destroyer jostled into larger sizes from oranges to papayas to fucking durians. How the fuck was all that hidden in his sweatpants?!

Corbin’s eyes kept focusing in and out as he watched that massive goat grin, the teeth of his skull moving to curl upwards as well.

“Accept the offering of your new god,” Gilles’ voice was deep and rumbling and reverberated as though there were two people speaking at once. It shook the fox like a subwoofer as the eldritch beast before him offered him a feast that his high, gay ass was twitching to accept. “Take part in my communion, and you will never be without a brother again. Join a fraternity of the faithless, and you will be greatly rewarded.”

“Fucking hell…” Corbin could hardly believe his eyes. He actually didn’t. He must be really fucking high and on a trip to be seeing all this, but that cock head was right in front of him. That flared horse dick dribbling pre. The pre was clear, yet it had a light purple glow to it as though under a black light. Despite all this, Corbin had never felt safer. He was in the arms of a man he knew to be his friend…a friend that would always have his back…his fucking bro.

Gilles’ grin widened as though in response to that thought.

“It ain’t gunna suck itself bro,” Gilles chuckled, his breathing controlling the current of the hot box. Each powerful inhale and exhale wafting over Corbin like his very soul was being messaged.

“Holy fuck,” Corbin finally found he could control his arms, his fingers coming up to cup the underside of that shaft. He couldn’t touch his fingers around that fucker with just one hand. He gripped the head of that shaft and opened his muzzle, his tongue lulling over that piss slit.

“Fuck yeah,” Gilles hissed, his tongue curling between his teeth, the tip forked and his sigh reverberating like the rattle of a snake.

Every red flag that Corbin saw somehow didn’t scare him, if anything, it got the little fox’s cock hard as steel. His six inches were rock hard and oozing pre, dribbling down his dick as he serviced this smoking, smoking’ hot god. Corbin was a little out of practice sucking dick when his boyfriend’s puffy spade was his primary sexual meal, but he knew how to work a slit.

Corbin’s tongue flicked over that little tight opening, flicking hard over the sensitive ring of pleasure sensors as his hands came up to take Gilles’ pre that dribbled down the fox’s chin and smear it over his shaft. How could the fox resist such a monolith of man, how could he deny this generous god the bounty he so freely shared. Drugs, friends, and dick? What more could a bro ask for?

“So much more,” Gilles grinned as he placed his hand on the back of Corbin’s head and thrusted forward, his cock head prying that muzzle open. “Please me and you’ll want for nothing. Worship my dick and you’ll be a god amongst men.”

Corbin thought the rollplay was hot, but this wasn’t about getting something from Gilles anymore. This was about getting that nut. Corbin was never much into dominance play in the sense that only one person’s pleasure mattered. No, he loved getting his partner off. Getting someone off got his rocks off so hard he practically came when they did. So when he saw the hottest dick in the world right in front of him, how could he not just slob on that nob.

The fox’s bloodshot eyes looked up at the glowing violet ones of Gilles. Corbin slurped, his lips gripping that cock head as he stroked the base of that shaft. Already thick wads of pre were smacking the back of the fox’s throat as he suckled that cock tip. That tongue had become a master of searching out sweet spots, finding the most sensitive glands and cycling between them in a swirl of tongue and gyrating muzzle.

“Fuck yes, I’m almost there,” Gilles rumbled, his balls lurching as the veins surged with violet purple waves of energy, growing larger into melons. “So fucking close…such a good kit, keep going!”

Corbin moaned around that cock as he felt it swell, that cock head getting harder and locking behind his canines as he got ready to shoot. Corbin’s hands become a squelching blur on that shaft, the fingers gripping tight and rolling over those thick veins while he slurped as best he could with his muzzle, strands of cock snot and drool dripped form the fox’s chin as he continued to suck at Gilles’ scepter.

“Fuck! You’re gunna make me nut! Fuck!” Gilles’ hooves dug into the wood flooring, adding new scrapes to the various ones across the floor as his balls rose up, ready to baptize their new member’s guts with their surging virility. “Welcome to the church, broski! FUCK!” Gilles’ fingers gripped Corbin’s hair and pulled him closer, keeping him locked on that cock head as his nuts bounced. Thick wads of cum filled Corbin’s muzzle. Streams of it shot out of the fox’s nose before he started to gulp it down.

It was like doing a wicked keg stand, only the ambrosia that filled the fox’s muzzle fizzled and crackled with power. He gulped, the purple glowing spooge shining through his throat as it gargled down into his guts. It felt like minutes passed as Corbin took shot after warm fresh shot of goat milk down into his gut, his tight abs being forced to bloat out like he just carbo loaded.

Corbin felt like he was being filled, not just in his stomach, but in every corner of his body. The light feeling he got from the bowl was suddenly replaced with a pulsing weight that rolled down his limbs and into his bones. He was…warm…hot?

Corbin blinked and he wasn’t in the booth anymore. He was outside it and Gilles was walking him back to the group as though they never made it to that confessional.

“Damn, looks like your cute little yote made some friends,” Gilles chuckled, his face back to normal, his sweats and windbreaker back on.

There, Denny was straddling Ryan’s face, the rat’s tongue deep inside Denny’s snatch as it dribbled over his soul patch. The piercings on the rat’s tongue glinted in the light of the space heater as he continued to eat out the coyote’s puffy spade. The shark was laying on the ground beside the two, his dicks drooping and dripping from their foreskin, and the buck bucked his hips into Denny’s muzzle.

“Fuck,” Corbin forgot about the little hot box adventure and grabbed another cold one from the cooler. He hobbled his way over and handed it to the buck who popped the cap with his antlers without missing a beat on the shlorping of Denny’s throat.

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