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The bar was packed and the mix of men milling about was quite a good selection. Dougal sat at the bar with his date, Deme, a slightly chubby rottie with a well-formed rump. As a couple they were a cute pair, Dougal being lithe and toned and Deme being a husky but shy companion. Both were only wearing jock straps tonight, Dougal's being a nice royal purple number and Deme sporting a nice golden yellow and very full pouch, the fabric showing a bit of a gap to hint at his very capable balls and girthy sheath.

“You're getting tipsy…" Dougal teased.

The rottie blushed while sipping back another rum and coke, “You keep buying me drinks."

Dougal smiled and started another tease, but his thoughts were interrupted by a loud moan from a table nearby. Sitting in the lap of a rather muscular horse was a very exasperated tiger, a visible bulge in his tummy from the flared cock inside him. His chastity cage started spurting cum as his belly started to pulse and bulge from the foals being forced inside him.

Both Deme and Dougal had a stirring in their jocks and Deme, in particular, showing a noticeable tent as his cock peeked out and dampened the fabric with a spurt of pre. The bar was known for being rather lax with any reservations of guests enjoying themselves. If any errant puddles or drips of cum were cleaned up they let patrons take whatever urges they wanted to surrender to out on each other. It was effectively an open orgy fueled by the drinks and the thumping bass of the music echoing throughout the bar.

“His belly…" Dougal stammered.

“Yeah…if only I could do that to you." Deme echoed.

A firm hand suddenly patted Deme hard on his shoulder, startling him a bit. Looking over his shoulder a buff Zebra grinned at him.

“If you think a horse filled him up nice and full, wait until you see what a striped stud can do…" the Zebra beguiled.

Deme blushed hard, looking down to find that the Zebra had no coverings of any kind. His heavy balls resting against his muscular thighs, his velvety black sheath stretched wide with this tip of his cock just at the edge of slipping out into the humid atmosphere of the bar. Dougal's nub quivered at the sight, a shiver running up his back as the sensation of his boyfriend using a stallion toy on him ran through his mind. Though, that toy was only half the girth he saw before him now.

“Uh, I can only imagine," Deme stuttered.

“You're not going to imagine it friend. I picked you two out pretty early and you both have me worked up. I saw that look in your eyes when that tiger got bred. Your little dober slut is going take some foals tonight, and you're going to be a big part of that show," the Zebra asserted, his hand roughly rustling the rottie's ears.

Dougal fidgeted, very intimidated by the aggressive suggestions, whimpering instinctively.

Deme still couldn't look away from the Zebra's cock his own peeking out and tenting his jock more, “I uh…we don't really play with others, at least we don't just yet."

“That tent in that jock says you're reconsidering that aren't you?" he grinned. “And I see your dober friend's tail hasn't stopped wagging since I mentioned 'foals'."

Deme and Dougal's eyes met, this time Deme whining lightly at the suggestion. They both looked at each other's jocks, seeing tents from their mutual arousal and the damp spot on Deme's jock was getting significant, the rottie very prone to leaking like a faucet when he's anxiously aroused. Both were speechless and unable to form words to defend themselves.

The zebra didn't wait for them to gather their thoughts. Reaching behind him he pulled a pair of collars with leashes attached he had hung discreetly over his tail. While the rottie was still focused on his dober date's bulge, he felt a collar snap around his neck, reaching up instinctively to try to understand what had just happened. Dougal wasn't far behind in being claimed by the zebra, his reaction being more of a deer in headlights as they both locked eyes just long enough to feel them get tugged off their stools and dragged away from the bar.

The zebra started walking his new pups to the restroom. Both were trying to keep up with his impatient pace. Soon they were at the door and tugged into the far stall, known at the bar for being the breeding stall. The zebra roughly shuffled them against the tile wall and held the leashes taught with a grin.

“Seems you're still enjoying this aren't you?" he teased, the rottie's cock having escaped the elastic of his jock pressed against his belly.

Deme finally found words, “I…uh…I guess. I've just never thought we'd ever do anything like this."

Dougal remained speechless, his own eyes fixating on the zebra cock starting to escape its sheath. His paw had mindlessly started to knead his own groin, entranced by the anxiety of how big his flare would be given the growing shaft was already girthier than any of the toys he'd taken.

“You're thinking, that's the problem pup. You just need to be a good dog and obey your new master's commands."

Deme blushed as his demeanor shifted to a submissive instinct, his eyes finally meeting the zebra's not even realizing yet that he was already turning into his obedient pup, “Uh…what's your name? I'm Deme."

“Names wont matter pup. Just be a good boy and lose the jock," the zebra ordered, starting to stroke his own shaft, keeping the leashes taught. “And you, nub pup, face the wall and get that ass ready. Your boyfriend is going to loosen you up for me."

Dougal looked up startled and frozen in a mix of fear and submission, though his cock slipped out of the side of his pouch at the same moment, a jet of pre landing on the tile floor. He found himself mindlessly obeying, also entranced by the zebra's assertive words, turning towards the wall and bracing himself with his palms against the cold ceramic. At the same time Deme looked down and without realizing he was obeying tugged his jock down around his thighs, the coverings leaving him bare as they fell to the cold bathroom floor.

“Lay that bone in those buns, you're leaking so much it won't take long for that hole to be good and lubed," the zebra ordered.

Dougal felt frozen and jumped as he felt Deme's palms grip his hips, a hot and stiff girth resting between his ass as they both shivered in a mix of excitement and submission.

“Dougal…I…is this, okay?" Deme asked.

“His tail is already wagging, I think he wants you to fuck him in front of your master," the zebra interrupted.

Dougal couldn't find time to find an answer as the zebra's new pup started hot-dogging his ass. The friction against his rump and the light grazes of his tip against his hole made his cock drool and elicited another anxious whimper from the doberman. Deme was lubing his date quickly, it didn't take much for his cock to be sliding effortlessly, his body shaking as his clumsy humps slipped his tip right against the doberman's hole and he slid in accidentally.

Both the rottie and doberman moaned briefly before their throats clenched into a mutual wine. The rottie kept sliding in, his hips sinking into to the brim of his sheath, the knot well-formed already causing a significant bulge under the fur. Deme had a thing for a well-stretched hole, thus their penchant for stretching his doberman with larger and larger toys. The warm and relaxed passage made his eyes roll back in his head as he started humping like a stud paired with his bitch, the taught tension of the collars on their necks making the scene even more intense. Dougal's cock bounced with the pace of his boyfriend's hips, his muzzle parting into a pant as his whimpers started to emanate from his throat in short bursts against his will.

“Dougal, I…I'm already close." Deme confessed, Dougal feeling his knot pop out of his sheath and start drilling into his hole.

“Such a shame, this will be over for you sooner than I thought," the zebra scorned. “Don't you hold back pup. I want that bitch full of pups so I have something to breed out of him."

Dougal blushed at the thought of his boyfriend's load being flooded out of him by the now full mast cock he could see in his periphery between the zebra's thighs, his balls seemingly larger than before. The zebra didn't miss the opportunity to step forward, reeling the leashes around his paw to keep them taught as he pressed his cock tip against the doberman's cheek roughly.

“Look at your boy pup. See that cock that's about to breed him?" the zebra jeered at the rottie.

Deme's eyes rolled back forward as he obediently gazed at the shaft pressing his boyfriend's face, pre soaking into his cheek and slickening the head. Something inside him flipped, he started thrusting harder, his knot starting to stretch his boyfriend's hole, stammering, “Oh fuck…oh fuck…!"

Dougal felt the knot pop in, his eyes widening at the sensation of being tied while having a leaky horse cock pressing his face against his own arm straining against the wall, feeling Deme thrust harder than he's ever felt before. The knot flared quickly but Deme kept humping, his cock exploding with cum and filling his boyfriend. Dougal strained not to cum himself, worried subconsciously the zebra didn't want him to, his own mind wrestling with the confused submission he was experiencing.

“Good boy," the zebra praised, “Doesn't it feel good knowing this is almost over?"

The phrasing was strange and for some reason extended his orgasm. Both Dougal and Deme were suddenly entranced by how much and how long the rottie was pumping pups under the doberman's tail. Eventually the weight of Deme began resting on Dougal's back, his energy sapped as his cock finally began pulsing weakly, the knot teasing the doberman's prostate keeping him on edge desperately trying not to cum.

“Didn't it feel good to listen to master?" the zebra asked.

Deme hesitated less than he thought, stammering out, “Yes master…"

There was a pause. The cock released its pressure from Dougal's cheek, leaving both the doberman and rottie pressed against the wall of the bathroom stall catching their breath. Neither of them knew what to think of the experience and tried to gather words.

“Deme…I…" Dougal said, unsure of what to say and still straining on the edge of orgasm.

“That was…I've never felt…that was so intense…" Deme panted in pleasure, his knot still twitching and flared larger than he'd ever felt before.

Dougal tried to think of anything else to say, this seemed so sudden, forced upon them, humiliating, degrading, but his true emotional instinct replied for him, “I…I'm close…but I don't want to…"

Suddenly Deme felt a strong tug on his collar, a booming laugh shaking their frames and echoing in the bathroom, “You were good pups, but this won't be 'okay', trust me."

Another tug finally drew Deme's attention to the leash, seeing it taught, tracing a line not to the zebra's paw, but the flared head of his cock. It was steadily pulling his neck closer, dragging him and his doberman off the wall, their paws trying to catch their balance.

“What…what's happening?!" Deme asked, trying just to keep his balance.

The zebra laughed again, “I told you it was over for you. Didn't you hear? Better stop asking questions and figure out your last words."

Deme's eye widened in panic, “What are you doing?! What do you mean last words!?"

The leash tugged him harder, Dougal losing his balance and slipping on his own pre puddle on the floor, his rump barely still tied as his loose hole started to lose grip on the knot inside him. Dougal tried to process the words, his eyes only able to see the tile of the floor as his hands desperately tried to keep him from falling flat on the ground.

“You're going in my balls. It's good at making worthless pups like you into cum for me. My cum basically dissolves anything that touches it into more cum. You won't last long once you're in them. Maybe a few seconds," the zebra explained plainly.

Deme started to struggle, pulling against the leash, hands leaving his boyfriend's hips to grab at the collar. Dougal's weight released by his boyfriend was the final tug that pulled his knot free, the doberman slipping on the slickened floor and collapsing on the cold tile. Deme couldn't find the clasp of the collar, feeling the buckle but no way to release it.

“Get this off of me!" he pleaded.

The zebra shrugged and pulled another few inches of the leash into his cock, “Wish I could, they're locked with a key, and I didn't bother bringing it. Tick tock pup, you're wasting the little time you have left."

Deme pushed his paws against the tile, struggling and slipping like he was on ice with all the pre on the floor. The cock continued to draw him in despite every desperate struggle he tried to break free.

“No! Don't do this! Why are you doing this!?" Deme panicked, pleading for his life.

“Does it matter? You don't matter that's for sure. That's why I didn't think twice about this." the zebra stated coldly.

Dougal finally turned around on the floor and got his first look at the scene before him. The leash was getting shorter, his boyfriend's muzzle close enough that a jet of pre from the zebra's cock shot across his face, the volume enough to wet the fur over his muzzle and even dampening his neck.

“Deme! No!" Dougal cried out.

A strong tug on Dougal's leash dragged him closer, the doberman helplessly looking up from the floor as Deme continued to struggle and whimper in panic.

“Who's that slut? I told you both his name doesn't matter. He's nothing but cum already," he taunted, looking back to Deme, “You're probably less than a minute for this world pup. Last words so far are 'what are you doing'. That seems pointless to ask at this point."

Another strong tug brough Deme's muzzle inches from the horse's slit which was beginning to dilate lewdly in anticipation of swallowing down the desperate rottie.

“No! Please don't! I don't want to…" Deme pleaded before the zebra clamped down on his muzzle pinning it to the leash to ensure it would slide in well.

“Poor choice of words, very pathetic," he said before a final strong tug pulled his pinned muzzle into his cum slit and muzzled him.

A muffled panicked cry came from the rottie as his arms pushed against the zebra's thighs trying to pull out. Dougal tried to get up to pull his boyfriend free, but the zebra tugged his leash in just the right way to keep his balance off and send him back to the tile floor.

“He didn't even say goodbye. Seems like little is about to be lost for you slut," the zebra grunted, the head of the rottie being pulled into the shoulders in a strong tug.

Things moved fast. The head of the zebra's cock flared and pinned the shoulders of the doomed dog against his sides, forcing his hands off the zebra's thighs as he was pulled into his chest, his chubby belly bulging a little. There was barely a pause before his belly was pulled into his navel, his paws leaving the ground as the zebra cock lifted him up like a voracious predator flourishing as it consumed its prey. Gravity aided the zebra's intent as the rottie slid down to his waist. His legs kicking as his cock started erupting piss in instinctive panic, splashing on the tile and spraying Dougal on the floor.

“Oh, that's even more pathetic! Pissing himself before the end! I'm doing you a favor slut!" the zebra laughed.

The zebra looked impatient and gripped the rottie's ankles together and fed him forcibly past his rump, down to his thighs, before shifting his grip and pushing his paws down and out of sight with his palm, “Now fucking disappear! Don't waste another pathetic moment in this world with your pitiful existence!"

There was a muffled cry of fear as the bulge that was Dougal's boyfriend quickly moved down the zebra's cock and filled his heavy balls. Dougal's eyes widened as he briefly saw the impression of Deme's face against his balls and one of his paws pressing out. Deme felt the cum quickly start to dissolve him out of existence, his mind only filled with panic as his final thoughts dissolved with his body. For every pound of rottie that fell into the zebra's sack, a gallon of cum bloated the sack bigger until nothing was left and the rottie was gone.

Dougal just watched, hyperventilating in fear as the irregular bulges that were all that was visible of his boyfriend melted away in a matter of seconds, not even giving him time to cry out. After those last moments all that was left was a heavy churning noise shaking the walls of the bathroom.

“He's gone slut! Seems pathetic boyfriends pair well together huh?" he disparaged, pointing at Dougal's crotch.

Looking down the doberman's eyes widened seeing a puddle of his own cum on the floor, a delayed sensation of orgasm rushing over him eliciting a confused moan as he shuddered on the floor in pleasure. The zebra didn't let him recover, tugging him up by his leash and roughly positioning him over the toilet, forcing his hands to brace on the seat as he roughly grabbed his nub tail and guided his cock to his dripping hole.

Dougal felt him start to press in, a strong jet of pre instantly soaking his hole in warmth that relaxed him involuntarily. Some strong thrusts opened him wider, more pre helping to spread him open. Finally, the head of his cock slipped in, the zebra wasting no time in burying 12 inches into his belly.

Dougal gasped and tried desperately not to be forced into the wall behind the toilet as his prostate was abused into a full body spasm of pleasure. Dougal's head dropped and his eyes watched as another thrust forced a lewd bulge in his belly. The zebra started to fuck him mercilessly, but the pleasure was also impossible to keep out of his mind as the doberman began moaning uncontrollably.

“That's the slut I saw at the bar wasting his time with that cum wad!" the zebra patronized, his own pleasure driving him faster with his thrusts.

Dougal was entranced with the bulge in his belly, getting shoved harder and harder until to keep his balance he needed to ride the zebra's heavy balls slapping heavily against him. As the shaft buried deeper, his thighs started resting on his heavy orbs until his paws left the floor completely.

As the zebra began building to his own climax, his tone got darker, “Look at that toilet slut, you're going in it. My cum is going to turn you into a wad of your own, but you're not ending like your boyfriend! You're more a condom now than the slut you are!"

Dougal started panicking as he felt his shaft go deeper and deeper. He felt a swelling in his belly from his flaring head. His eyes locked with the toilet, the tile wall, the floor, imagining an obscene wash of cum over all of them realizing that was his immediate fate!

“Oh fuck! I… You're just going to!?" Dougal cried, feeling helpless and desperate!

“Fill you until you burst all over this stall! No one will remember you as anything more than a cum stain bitch!" the zebra growled at the doberman.

Dougal was a confusing wash of emotions. He couldn't stop imagining the bathroom stall coated in cum. His mind fled to the moment he saw his boyfriend disappear forever. At the same time the pleasure pulsing through him was maliciously betraying him, his moans returning as a second climax built out of his control!

“In some ways your boyfriend is ending you too! Every bit of cum I'm about to put under your tail is what's left of him! At least you'll be together before no one even remembers you existed!" the zebra growled stronger, starting to get to the edge.

Dougal was helpless. His eyes rolled back in his head as his body shuddered in a forced orgasm, his ass vicing around the zebra's cock as he hilted deep, the flared head clearly outlined against his belly as the doberman's cock erupted into the toilet.

“Good bitch! Time's up though!" the zebra grimaced as his balls shuddered shaking the doberman before the flare flexed and Dougal's belly ballooned with the first jet of cum!

Dougal's orgasm continued beyond any he experienced as his eyes widened seeing his belly swell. More jets followed, each one feeling like gallons at a time as he started to look pregnant with the foals being pumped into him. Suddenly he felt his neck get wrenched back as a strong finger twisted the collar strangling him briefly before snapping.

“Can't have that collar impeding my condom from bloating until it pops!" the zebra groaned, his balls pulsing as they emptied more and more into the doberman.

Dougal's pleasure returned to him quickly with his gaze now staring against the cold tile wall. Every pulse sent a warm pleasure through him, causing his cock to desperately try to pump more cum out of his already empty balls. His chest started to swell as his belly started to lose pace with the cum filling him. His rump started to plump as his thighs and arms started to swell.

“That's what's left of your boyfriend slut! You have only a few more seconds to realize that before you're a stain on that wall!" the zebra jeered, gripping the back of the doberman's head to brace him as he filled the doomed pup out.

Dougal's mind raced as he was reminded that every bit of cum filling him was the cum his boyfriend was transformed into. He tried to feel anything but pleasure but couldn't. He felt degraded, humiliated, doomed, and at the same time was experiencing the most pleasure he'd ever felt in his life. He had a moment of weakness in his mind as he thought his boyfriend may have experienced the same before he ceased to exist. All the while he swelled larger, his belly resting the rest of his weight on the toilet as his arms plumped so large he couldn't hold onto the seat anymore. His balls started to swell as his cock began to cum the zebra's load all over his belly, splashing into his swollen legs.

“You want this now don't you slut!?" the zebra demanded.

Dougal tried to process his question, his neck starting to swell as his throat started to fill with the zebra's load.

“You fucking want this now don't you!? You want to be a stain on this wall don't you bitch!?" the zebra scorned.

Dougal moaned out a weak, “…yes...I…" before his muzzle filled with the warmth of the zebra's cum, immediately clamped shut by the zebra as his cheeks swelled with the rest of his body.

“Time's up condom! Get one last look at the world! Bet you didn't expect to end like this!" the zebra roared out as his cock erupted in a continuous blast of cum.

Dougal swelled faster than any moment before, feeling his body turn into a hide stretching desperately to contain a torrent of cum filling him. His eyes bulged staring at the cold tile and the paw clamping his muzzle shut as the zebra's cum filled his mind and dissolved it out of existence. His existence all but over a final strain of the doberman's hide was all that was left of him before he burst, the scraps of hide quickly dissolving before they even hit the walls leaving nothing but cum behind.

The floor, walls, and ceiling were instantly painted in a thick coating of zebra cum. The toilet filled full of cum, overflowing instantly and a pool spread over the floor in a wave into the bathroom. The zebra roared out as his orgasm piqued seeing the doberman's existence disappear in a heavy splash of cum over his body and every exposed inch around him. His cock flexed and continued to spray the wall in front of him, his hips bucking and his balls continuing to empty every bit of the helpless pups he just consumed.

Eventually his orgasm plateaued, and he found himself panting and braced against the wall, covered in his own cum and smiling to himself villainously. His bobbing cock finally came to a trickle as his balls returned to their normal size, his paws leaving the wall as he stroked it with pride as it slowly returned to his sheath.

“Goodbye cumstains. People won't even know who you even were when they see this mess you left behind…" the zebra sneered, reaching down to flush the pitiful load that pooled in the toilet before leaving the stall and taking the last memory of his pups with him out of the bar.