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Season’s Breedings

Dec 2024 Flavor of the Month: Coquito

The club was bouncing, the DJ was banging, and the booz were flowin’. It was a holiday blowout to end all blowouts. So many single snow birds were looking to shack up for the season and find a fuck buddy until the thaw. Skimpy clothes, neon lights, and tinsel as far as the eye could see. Some of the party people looked like they just took some glittery garland and taped it to their junk, others were wrapped in ribbon like that one guy on social media, the only thing keeping them decent is the fact their junk was tied to their thigh in silky fabric that outlined every detail.

The halls were decked, the lights were blaring, and the base was pounding. From the mistletoe alley where cruisers were getting it on in the hall to the strippers dressed as Santa with bulky bodies and Elves with their lithe silhouettes, it was the biggest Christmas bash of the year.

“Fucking fags,” Bryce huffed with a cocky gin as he scanned the crowd. Being the tallest guy there made the scanning easy, and easy pickings.

“Gluck…You…say something?” The bobcat peeled himself off the bull’s gargantuan cock to speak. Thick globs of saliva hung from his muzzle, but only half of Bryce’s meat as coated the same way. Bryce’s hand, thick fingers with blunt, dark nails, gripped onto the bobcat’s skull and forced him back on his cock. That had easily palmed the felines skull. If he wanted to, Bryce could easily crush that skull with one hand, a basketball would look like a softball in those massive, muscled mitts.

“I never told you to stop. Trust me, you’ll know when I’m fucking done,” Bryce leaned back against the wall. He wore a massive Christmas sweater with the sleeves cut off. It was black with a muscled Santa bursting form a wreath of holly with the words, “DO IT FOR THE HO HO HOES!” framing it. The sweater was heavily warped with the pectoral shelf, the collar of the sweater torn to show off the thick cleavage and dusting of body hair on his pecs. That pectoral shelf was so boisterous and thick, and his lats so massive, that it pulled the hem of the sweater up to show his sculpted Adonis belt and the bricks of abs framing his popped belly button. The sweater looked like it was one good flex away from bursting into string. His legs were clad in skin-tight denim, the black jeans contoured to his powerful legs, showing off his sculpted slabs of beef that were his ass cheeks, each the size of an award winning watermelon, and sculpted by Greek gods. His teardrop tights fought the denim to show off their definition, rolling down into his diamond calves and into his massive red high-tops.

His jeans were currently undone, his belt jingling loosely off to the side as his dick was fished out of his boxer briefs and being poorly sucked by a little fag that couldn’t handle his size. A thick bush pubic hair rose up into a treasure trail where some poor elf’s mistletoe hair ornament had been clipped to the bull’s pubes as a lazy, silent, pickup-line. All the bull needed to do was thrust his hips forward and there were already four bitches peeling his pants off. Already four other fags were gasping breathless against the wall with sore jaws from trying to please the bull’s libido.

“Come on, my grandma’s vacuum sucks better than that. At least get the median ring.” Bryce huffed, taking his beer from a fag who was holding it for him, gulping it down strongly, his Adam’s apple bouncing in his strong throat. “Fuck, if you need something done right…”

Bryce gripped the bobcat by the hair, his blunt nails digging into the little whore’s scalp, and thrusted forward. A thick gagging and choking sound filled the air as the feline squirmed on that cock. His eyes watering, his nose and mouth a mess of cock snot and throat sludge.

“God, you little shits don’t know fuck-all about sucking dick, do you?” Bryce chuckled darkly, his dazzling white teeth glinting in the red and green lights, his powerful horns a glorious crown that rose up thick and high above his head. He held the struggling feline there for a moment, watching him squirm for breath. His choking muscles trying to reject his dick a pleasant change to the half-assed sucking.

Then he let go, the bobcat recoiling off and coughing a thick wad of sludge from his muzzle as he gasped for air.

“God, you little shits are worthless,” Bryce gripped one of the worn out fags and smeared his cocks not and drool all over him, cleaning his dick as best he could before shoving it back in his pants. “I’m going to find a decent hole to use.”

Bryce didn’t have to wait long before spotting someone by the bar. It was a wolf, a large guy who was only wearing a pair of Santa booty shorts and a red leather harness with golden jingle bells. The fact he could make him out clearly from clear across the club warranted a modicum of respect from the bull. He snorted, a dual of hot streams coming out of his snout, his nose ring bouncing as he started to make his way over to the wolf. He swaggered with purpose, his foot falls shaking the floor out of rhythm with the bass, causing the plebs to part around him. Anyone who didn’t move was pushed away effortlessly by the beastly bull.

“Thanks Char!” The wolf shouted at the bartender as he took his drink. Bryce got there just in time for the wolf to turn and bump into his chest. The bull bounced his eyebrows and snorted his beer breath in the canine’s face. The wolf was forced to look up, his muzzle having pressed into the image of a buff Santa coming out of a wreath, his nose pinned between a pair of mountainous pecs. He looked up just in time for the bull to snort in his face, and for him to feel the throb of the bulls pride against his hip.

“Oh, hello there,” the wolf murred, leaning into the tower of muscle.

“Hey,” Bryce murred before knocking down the last of his beer, putting the glass stein on the bar, foam sill rolling down the side. “How’s about I show you what it feels like to really get your stocking stuffed.”

Bryce’s hand went down and gripped onto the wolf’s thick cheeks. Bryce was a seven foot tall beast, so the wolf didn’t look nearly as impressive by comparison, but the fact that ass cheek filled his entire hand, and still had extra muscle to well up between his fingers meant this was an ass that could fully take him. The wolf grinned with a murr, his thick cheeks flexing and causing that muscle to turn to granite in the bull’s palm.

“Fuck, I bet you can take a real beating. I won’t have to hold back…” Bryce leaned into the wolf’s ear and huffed out his next word, “much.”

“Oh,” the wolf blushed. “My name’s Mitch by the way.”

“I didn’t ask for your fucking name, Skank,” Bryce gripped that flexed globe until it was forced to relax, his superior strength warping the muscle by force. Mitch gave a little pained wine before the rosy blush grew deeper.

“Fuck, and what should I call you then, Sir?”

“How about the guy that’s about to rearrange your guts,” Bryce snorted. “But for a name you can shout when I make your toes curl, how about Bryce.”

“Fuuuck…” Mitch groaned, his neck being exposed as he instinctively revealed it, a mating bite scabbing over.

“Shit, you got yourself a boyfriend?” Bryce cocked a brow.

“Something like that,” Mitch’s ears folded back. “Is that a deal breaker?”

Bryce gripped both cheeks of that wolf and pulled him forward so he could feel the full length of that two foot beast pulsing in his pants.

“Did I fucking say it was, bitch?”

“Oh fuck…” Mitch was panting lightly. He left his drink on the bar and took Bryce by the hand, guiding him to the exit. “I live, like, one block over.”

“What if I want to fuck you now?” Bryce huffed.

“Don’t you want to fuck me in my boyfriend’s bed?”

“Shit, I’m going to make sure he knows you belong to another man,” Bryce grunted, waling forward and putting his arm over the wolf’s shoulder.

***

As soon as the two were in the elevator, Bryce started working over the wolf. Molesting those muscle tits, shoving his tongue down the canine’s throat, and grinding against his thigh while pinning him to the wall. The elevator opened to several people on the way up, but none of them took the offer the elevator provided and decided to wait for the next one. When they finally got to their floor, Bryce gripped the pup by his scruff, the beastly wolf looking like some junior body builder next to all of the bull’s bulk, and tossed him out into the hall. Mitch barely caught himself, but he caught himself on the door to his place and let them inside.

It was a methodical picking apart of Mitch and his man’s life as the bull entered the place, throwing his shoes down next to the door to show the massive size eighteen’s that they outsized every shoe there. Bryce’s feet were big, almost too big for his own body, his hands too, showing that the bull still had plenty of growing to go before he evened out.

Bryce then took the wolf by the harness, slammed him against his door and gripped his scruff to throw his head back. The bull then plugged the whining from his hole with his tongue, his thick bull tongue slapping the wolf’s tonsils. Bryce made sure to leave a trail of destruction in their wake. Knocking over plants, rattling bookshelves to make them drop a tome or two, peeling his clothes off in the living room leaving his sweater there, taking his socks off just before the bedroom, then leaning on the doorway while he shoved Mitch to his knees.

“Take my pants off for me, Skank,” Bryce snorted again.

“Yes Sir,” Mitch murred in his own deep baritone. He undid the belt with calculated ease and unzipped it with his teeth before pulling those tight jeans down. They clung to his form so hard they took his boxer briefs with them, sliding the fabric down, but it wasn’t enough. He had to tug and pull until he was at the bull’s knee before that two foot bitch breaker swung free and slapped him in the face, smearing pre over his cheek.

“Fuck yeah, now kiss the tip,” Bryce pulled Mitch’s phone up, using facial recognition to open it before snapping a few pictures. “That’s a good little slut. Now, I want to hear you gag on it.”

“Of course,” Mitch opened his maw, his muzzle dipping down on that horse cock, the thick, blunt head sweeping deep into that throat, that canine tongue lulling over the base of that dick and flicking over his balls.

“Hoooooooly SHIT! Fuck yeah! Suck it all down you filthy skank! FUCK!” Bryce groaned, making sure the neighbors could hear. He gripped Mitch’s scruff and started to roll his hips, peeling the wolf back before smacking his hips forward, burying the pup in his pubes. “Fuck yeah! You suck cock like a fucking champ! You must really want to bottom if you’re packing skills like that.”

Mitch’s only response was to peel his shorts off, his thick globes jiggling out into the open as his chin was slapped over and over with that ball sack.

“Holy fuck yeah…show it all off for me, bitch…” Bryce groaned, his cock had never been sucked so well before. The thick shlorping sounds and constant glorking filled the air as he got the best head of his life. He was finding it harder and harder to focus, his thick toes digging into the carpet as the wolf continued to suck on his shaft.

“Oh fuck…” Bryce’s eyes rolled into his skull as he continued to lose control. It felt like that little fucker was sucking his fucking soul out! “Oh fuck…Imma…I’m…I’m gunna nut…if you keep doing that, I’m gunna fucking nut!”

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” A voice snarled in Bryce’s ear. It was hot, it was deep, and it dripped with malice.

Before Bryce could even react, the mouth on his dick was yanked off with a schlorping pop! Then he was knocked back into reality as his neck was gripped by a powerful, massive paw that could somehow grip around Bryce’s thick neck. He was slammed against the wall, seeing a different kind of stars as he was forced to face his assailant.

A tiger snarled at him, his teeth on full display. Threatening fangs and teeth made for ripping flesh from bone. Finally Bryce’s vision cleared for him to really see what stood before him. He wasn’t just a tiger, but a fucking BEAST of a tiger! He was massive, even for Bryce. The bull hadn’t felt small since middle school, and now he was reliving every repressed memory of being short and pathetic.

“You think you can fucking touch my man without my permission?” The tiger snarled, gripping his throat tighter. The corded muscles in his arm flexed, twitching larger and bulging with strength. That fucking forearm was as large as his fucking thigh! The tiger’s ears brushed the eight foot sealing, his musculature out of this world. He had a reindeer hat on, a similar harness as the wolf, and a thong lined with sleigh bells. And that thong was pushed to it’s limit! Even soft, his shaft looked like a duo of bowling balls and a two liter being shoved into a stretched out, shiny red bag.

Santa’s sack of toys!

“I…he…” Bryce tried to find the words, but he simply kept looking over the tiger’s body, his form simply perfect and symmetrical in every way. It was impossible to not to look at him. He was simply too big! Bryce thought his own pecs were unparalleled love pillows. This guy had fucking yoga balls shoved in his harness, one of the leather straps having broken already from how much strain there was against those powerhouses of size and strength. Bryce may have had cobblestones for abs, but this tiger had cinderblocks! And those fucking thighs were the size of both of his legs put together each!

“Where the fuck did you get this mute joker?” The tiger asked the wolf.

“Just from the club next door,” Mitch said. “You know Cam, you can let me get them off at least once before you break them.”

“Oh baby,” Cam hooked a finger into the wolf’s harness to pull him up to his lips for them to make out. “You think I’d let a fucking fag like this stain your pretty face with inferior nut? How adorable.”

“You’re always such a smooth talker—” Mitch’s voice was lost to him as the tiger silenced him with a deep, passionate, sloppy kiss. The feline’s tongue was even muscular and large, filling the wolf’s muzzle. Suddenly his sucking skills made perfect sense.

“Let…me…g-go…” Bryce choked out.

“Shit, that’s right, you’re still here,” Cam smirked. “Anyway, I can let you go, but it’s going to cost you.”

Suddenly the death grip that Cam had on Bryce’s neck loosened…no, that wasn’t quite right. It was like his neck sucked in just a bit to make it not as tight?

“What? What just happened?”

“Fuck, I’m draining your size, not your brain, fucktard,” Cam smirked. “You think you can make a pass at my man and get away with it? He likes men bigger than him, so why don’t we just make sure he’s not tempted by you anymore.”

“Oh fuck Cam,” Mitch murred. “Take it all from him.”

“Shit, baby, is this my gift?”

“You got me,” Mitch gave his tiger a big beaming smile.

“Fuck, you know me so well, don’t you?”

“You know the rules, babe.”

“Oh yeah, you’re not my boyfriend when I’m horny. You’re just a fucking skank with a hole that needs to be filled.”

“You got that right—” Mitch was silenced as Cam shoved his thumb into the wolf’s maw.

“Shut up, sluts should be seen and not heard.” Cam turned his gaze to the bull once more, the grip on his neck getting looser and looser while his muscles flexed and expanded.

“Please! Please stop! I’ll do anything.”

“Anything? How about give me more of your size and I’ll stop,” Cam chuckled darkly. “You need to be put into your place, and I have a feeling I know where your place is.”

Cam gripped onto that neck hard again, choking the bull.

“At least I know where it’ll be in nine months.” The cat growled darkly.

After he gripped Bryce, the power surged form him quicker. Bryce’s shredded definition vanished, slipping into rounded, almost dirty bulk before shrinking further into his body. His horns rolled back, his neck grew thinner, his jaw more soft as his facial hair started to disappear. His pecs looked like they were bouncing, only with each bounce they grew smaller, and less intimidating. But the fastest thing that was shrinking was the bull’s pride.

“No…NO STOP!” Bryce’s voice cracked as he gripped his cock, trying desperately to stop it from sinking back between his loins.

“Fuck, your voice cracked like you’re a fucking tween,” Cam’s voice cracked lower, his voice getting deeper as his inched up higher, his muscles flexing, rolling out, bouncing and thickening. Thick crunching filled the air as Cam grew, his head smacking the ceiling and his shoulders getting wider.

But the thing that grew the most was that sack. That red, shiny thong was pulled further and further away from his loins, his trimmed pubic hair giving way to the root of that massive cock.

“Fuck, dude, where you ever a man, You barely got anything to give,” Cam chuckled darkly despite his dick reeling out. “I mean, you’re not anymore.”

Just as he said that, his thong snapped, the red fabric unable to keep up with the growing weight of that monster. It was huge, thicker than a two liter and reeling out to be just under four feet. Bryce had shrunk down, just below Mitch’s size with a lot of his definition gone, but the keystone of his masculinity slipped through his fist and into his body, his balls deflating before sliding up. His ball sack split opening up into a cute little pussy.

“Now, how about we show this bull the meaning of the word respect!” Cam dragged the bull into their bedroom. It was larger than your average bedroom, but it was filled from wall to wall with bed and satin sheets. A massive sleeping den for the beast of a tiger it housed. Though, now with his augmented size, it was looking to be…almost small.

Cam tossed the bull onto the bed like he was little more than an old shirt or jockstrap.

“Now, who did you think was going to cuck who in this situation?” Cam growled, his weight making the mattress creak and groan as he climbed up into it, or really just knelt down. “Because as far as I can tell, only one of us is going to end up going home with a big nut inside them, and I’m already home.”

Cam gripped the bull’s thighs, the sudden drain of his size making him weak. The tiger pushed those thighs apart, his jaw cracking and expanding, a dusting of facial hair forming on his muzzle as he continued to assimilate Bryce’s size. The tiger growled, licking his chops as they solidified into their larger state before he went down on that pussy.

Bryce saw stars. Cam’s lips wrapped around his clit as his tongue flittered around it, growling lustfully as he slurped on his love button. His tongue flittered between the folds, licking and lapping over those new sensitive bits as he smacked and slurped over that fresh peach.

“Oh fuck—MM!” Bryce was silenced as a thick wolf cock was shoved in his mouth.

“Did you hear the MAN of the house? Whore’s should be seen, and not heard,” Mitch started gently thrusting into his muzzle, the wolfs foot long would be enough to make anyone blush, but now Bryce had perspective of how large a foot was when he was the one gagging on it. Though, with each lap, every slurp of his new cunt, he felt the need to be filled burn deep within him. He slurped on that cock, even though he gagged over it. He tried to suppress his gag reflex as his need to fit more things inside him grew. He had never felt so empty as his own throat was forced to slurp and shlorp on it’s invader.

Cam murred, loving the sweet flavor of virgin pussy. Sure, Bryce was still a masculine, buff dude, but he was a mewling bitch with his cunt being played with. Cam kissed and slurped on that clit, his lips popping off it before he gave it one last lick.

“That’s enough prep,” Cam got up on his knees, gripping Bryce’s legs up by the ankles as the feline rolled his hips back. “Time to pop your cherry.”

Bryce felt fear tingling through him, but deep down, he wanted nothing more than to be plugged by a powerful stud, and there was none more studly than the god that loomed over Mitch’s shoulder. Cam rolled his hips back, but his cockhead didn’t roll back with him. It reeled out, assimilating the last of Bryce’s dick into a bitch breaking four foot monster.

“Now, let’s see how loud we can make you scream,” Cam pulled back and lined up his cock head with that hole, and thrusted, pulling back on his legs at the same time. Bryce’s scream of pain and pleasure was muffled by the cock he was drooling over in his maw. Thick tears from his gaging rolled down his muzzle as he was speared by that monster dick. And yet with every agonizing inch, every death defying foot of life giving cock, he could feel himself opening up more to the sensations. His mind was light from lack of oxygen, his body twitching, the pleasure spiking!

“Fuck, you’re cumming already?” Cam chuckled. “Usually they at least let me bottom out first.” Cam sneered as that pussy popped on his cock, squirting over his shaft and marking their sheets with his need.

“Well, how about another right away?” Cam purred before thrusting forward, his pubes slapping against his clit as his balls smacked his asshole. Those bowling balls were huge, larger than medicine balls as they churned with the promise of motherhood.

Bryce didn’t know what did it, either those balls bouncing against his cheeks, or the fact he was on his second orgasm, well onto his way onto his third, but he wanted nothing more than to be the mother of this stud’s brood! He had many a bastard in the world, and he enjoyed ruining the lives of dozens of men with his bastards, but this, this was special. He finally understood why none of them asked for child support. This was a blessing that Cam was going to bestow upon him!

If he could, he’d beg, beg for the tiger to fill him, to bust inside and rocket him to motherhood, but the cock in his maw gagged him over and over. He came too at one point, watching the tiger and wolf making out above him as they thrusted into their respective holes.

“Cum in him,” Mitch moaned in their kiss.

“Fucking gag him, bitch,” Cam replied.

Their words got dirtier and dirtier, Mitch begging Cam to make Bryce their brood-whore, to chain him to their bed and let them both please him endlessly as Cam confirmed he would do that and much worse to the both of them.

“I’m going to fucking nut! I’m going to breed you! Mark you fucking both before the night is over! Your MINE!” Cam roared, his balls churning and snapping up before he blasted his bastards deep inside Bryce’s deflowered pussy.

Bryce came, his legs twitching, his toes fanning as his gut bloated with cum, thick glorbs jostling inside his belly, distending his abs and giving him a bloated gut as he was marked as Cam’s brood-whore.

“Fuck, I got a lot more gifts to deliver before the night’s over. What hole is Santa’s sack going to cram down next?” Cam rumbled, pulling back and lining with Bryce’s asshole. “Looks like there’s one right next door.”

Cam thrusted and continued to claim his new slut while making out with his husband who was painting Bryce’s face, the wolf’s cock having bounced out while they were both cumming.

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