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“Come on, dude! I’m telling you, you have to try it. H. A. V. E. To!” “I dunno man… Isn’t it kinda gay to get a rimjob… Not to mention from a guy?” “Nah, dude, trust me… Prostate stimulation ain’t gay. Like, you could be getting pegged by your girlfriend just the same. It’s closer to jerking off. As long as you don’t have a dick in your ass, you’re fine.” Arthur listened to the drunken rationalizing of his canine friend, balancing a chock-full plastic cup of beer in his right paw as the two of them staggered forward in the cramped ground floor of the bustling frat house. As much as he would have liked to, it was hard for the athletic sabertooth to find fault in the drunken logic of the thoroughly buzzed husky. His own ample inebriation was partially to blame for it. “Well, if it’s up to me, I’d rather not have anything in my ass. Besides- Whoa!” A varsity-jacket-wearing grizzly suddenly barreled down the narrow corridor, holding both his hands over his mouth, most likely to try and hold back vomit. Even if Arthur had been completely sober, he probably wouldn’t have had time to dodge the big ursine’s bulky frame as it brushed past him. There was a partial collision between the two males, which caused Arthur to spill nearly half of his beer onto the floor. “Fucking watch it!” Jackson barked, bearing his teeth and voicing a nasty growl after the bear, who kept on running without paying the two friends any mind. “Ahh~ Fucker made me spill my beer…” Arthur groaned, switching the red cup to his other hand before licking the spillover carbonated beverage off his fingers and palm. “...What was I saying… Oh, yeah! About the rimjobs. You’re worrying for nothing, bro. I told you… Lots of guys from the frat have gotten their nut-nuggets tickled by this guy. You know Stan from the football team, right? The huge polar bear? He tried it at the last party. Said he had never cum harder. I’m telling you man, you’re missing out if you don’t try it. This guy’s tongue is… Incredible. And he’s upstairs, right now.” “...Who the hell is he anyway?” Arthur muttered, quickly flashing a flirtatious smile to a pair of female cheetahs walking past them, before leaning his ear towards the husky. “Shiiit… I think he’s a social science student. Thhhhiiird- No, second year. I think his name was… Caleb or something. But you know, that’s irrelevant. All that matters is that he gives the best fucking rim jobs on campus, and you have to try getting one.” “Is he like a prostitute or something? What makes you think he would even give me one?” Arthur muttered while Jackson ushered him towards the stairs. “Nah… I think he just likes doing it. Making others cum with just his tongue. Although I have heard some rumors that he would ask for money for the rimjobs every now and then… But at least he didn’t ask for any money from me or Blake when he took care of us last weekend. He did say that I should send anyone who might be interested in his services his way… To spread the word, I suppose. That’s actually how Blake and I ended up hearing about him as well… I think Toby was the one who told us… Anyway, we’re going upstairs. You are giving it a try.” Arthur stayed silent as the two soon reached the bottom of the staircase leading up to the upper floors of the fraternity house. He still wasn’t fully sure how he felt about letting another male tongue his tailhole, but he had to admit he had grown curious about this mysterious rimjob-giver, who received such high praise from his friend. And whether the act itself was gay or not, Arthur was drunk enough that his sexuality could fluctuate from one end of the spectrum to the other. The dizzy smilodon glanced at the top of the stairs, and then at the expectant canine face of the black and white husky next to him. Arthur sighed and poured the remainder of his beer down his throat, releasing a bombastic burp once he had swallowed it all. “So… That guy’s tongue is supposed to make you cum super fucking hard?” “...Fattest nut I ever blew. Swear to god! Felt better than losing my virginity.” Jackson huffed reassuringly, placing his right paw over his heart and raising his left as if he was giving a confession before a jury. “Fuck… It still sounds kind of gay to me, but… I can’t say no to that kind of sales pitch.” Arthur said with a smirk. “Let’s fucking go, dude! You’ll love it, I swear. And hey, if it’s gay, then half of the frat is gay for letting that guy slurp up their assholes.” The drunken husky chuckled, hooking his arm around Arthur’s neck. “What the fuck are we waiting for? Let’s get up there!” The two males began their slow ascent up the stairs, their rising levels of intoxication making each step a bit more of a gamble than it should have been for a healthy, young adult. … “Oh fuck! We’re lucky! There isn’t even a line.” Jackson exclaimed once he planted his feet next to Arthur’s on the second floor. The excited husky was looking at an inconspicuous door at the end of the second-floor corridor, which naturally drew the smilodon’s eyes to it as well. “Let me tell you, the last time this guy was at our party, there were like five guys in line throughout the whole night. At one point, the line even reached the stairs. There were more than a few guys going in for seconds… Come on, let’s go!” Although still quite reluctant to move his feet, Arthur didn’t fight the blue-eyed canine as he encouragingly pushed and shoved him towards the end of the hallway and the modest door, which the sabertooth now noticed had a jockstrap hanging from its knob. “Oh, it’s in use! I wonder who’s getting their hole tongued-” The husky’s words were interrupted by an incredibly suggestive moan coming from beyond the door. Obviously produced by a male of significant chest circumference and lung capacity, the sound echoed around the narrow corridor, prompting the pair of friends to stop in their tracks out of sheer surprise. Arthur raised his eyebrows and cast a look of confused excitement at his friend. Jackson put on a lewd smirk and gently pushed the big-toothed feline towards the door. “Damn… Sounds like they are just about done. That was moan from a prostate orgasm if I ever heard one… Fuck, I’m getting kind of excited myself. Maybe I should go in after you as well… Haven’t had a proper nut since I broke up with Janice on Tuesday. How about you, dude? Getting excited?” Arthur nodded his head. He didn’t know if the tingling he felt in his chest was that of excitement or anxiety, but luckily, the alcohol in his blood was able to blur the line between them to where he did not care. How bad could it be? Sure, he had never had anything rectally inserted into his body, especially not a part of someone else’s body. But even with his level of zero experience, Arthur imagined a tongue to be a relatively inoffensive instrument to put up his tailhole. And from what Jackson told him, everyone seemed to love the tongue of this particular rimming-enthusiast and what it was capable of. At the very least, he had heard a loud and ecstatic first-hand testimony of the fact, even if it was through a door. Fuck it! I can handle it! If I chicken out now, Jackson will never let me hear the end of it. Arthur thought to himself just a few seconds before the door to the mysterious rimming room was opened. A brown bull, with a hulking stature of six-foot-six, slowly emerged from the dark doorway. Arthur was able to recognize him as one of the seniors of the wrestling club. And as far as he recalled, the bulky bovine had a curvy cervine girlfriend. One of the campus bombshells. The three males exchanged looks, all reaching a simultaneous agreement of embarrassed silence, only doing the bare minimum to acknowledge each other’s presence. Not that there was really anything left for any of them to hide or be embarrassed about. They had all come up to the room for the same purpose, after all. And yet, it was fully understandable why a bunch of self-proclaimed straight guys would feel awkward under the circumstances of their encounter. Even more so, as all the males were jocks, who had learned to be very protective of their perceived masculinity and heterosexuality. The bull stepped out from behind the door and fixed his jeans around his groin. Arthur could see a hefty bulge extending along the bovine’s right thigh, as well as a big wet stain on the inside of his knee. He seemed to have exited in a hurry. The smilodon instinctively avoided looking at the hulking bovine as he stomped his way past him and Jackson, and quickly disappeared down the staircase behind them. “...Did you see the look on his face? He’s going to be thinking about the nut he just busted for the rest of the weekend.” Jackson grinned, promptly nodding towards the door which had been left slightly ajar. “Go on in, man. I’ll hang out here and finish my beer. And oh, make sure to mention that I sent you.” Getting nudged by his friend, Arthur carefully grasped the brass knob on the door in front of him and slowly pulled it open. The other side was dark, and Arthur was barely able to make out the silhouette of a bed a few feet from the door. Everything else inside the room was shrouded in shadow. With his heart thumping exceptionally loud, Arthur took one last glance at the husky behind him, who gave him an encouraging nod and a smile in return. Taking a deep breath, Arthur stepped into the dark and pulled the door shut behind him. With the distant hustle and bustle of the party sealed behind an extra layer of plywood, Arthur perked up his ears and looked at his new surroundings. The room was quite spacious, clearly intended as the master bedroom of the building. The large queen-sized bed in the middle of the space reinforced that fact. All the lights were off, and the only illumination in the room was the dim glow of the early autumn night seeping in past the blinds on the singular, large window on the wall opposite the door. And even with that, the room was dark. Arthur had to wait for an odd fifteen seconds before his feline eyes adjusted to the lighting conditions and he could start to see again. “Hmmm… I haven’t seen you before, have I?” Arthur flinched, hearing a deep, but soft voice echoing from the far corner of the bedroom. Fixing his gaze towards the voice, he was slowly able to recognize the dark silhouette of an armchair and a tall character seated on top of it. Unfortunately for Arthur, the mysterious character was seated just outside the silvery rows of light being sieved past the blinds on the window, and he was unable to immediately see what kind of animal had spoken to him. “A sabertooth, huh?” The voice muttered. Arthur soon saw a long, beige muzzle with big chocolate spots leaning out from the dark. At first, he was shocked, as the muzzle seemed to hover at an unnatural height compared to the mystery male’s seat, but after a while, the smilodon was able to perceive the outlines of a long neck and a pair of thick ossicones. The creature sitting in the corner was a giraffe. “...I take it you are here for my… Services?” The giraffe’s voice was frighteningly pleasant as it reverberated around the room, tickling Arthur’s ears and whiskers with its deep baritone notes. And yet, despite being profoundly deep, the shadow-veiled male managed to make it sound slightly feminine. “I uhh… J-Jackson sent me. He told me you uhh…” “Oh? Jackson brought you? Did he now? Hmm… Such a good boy, that husky. I love the way he howls when he cums… Simply adorable. You would think a big dog like him was incapable of producing a sound like that, but…” Arthur saw the giraffe’s teeth as he smiled. The yellow eyes beyond his muzzle seemed to twinkle in the dark. “What a fine job he did… Luring you to my lair. That’ll earn him a reward for sure.” The giraffe chuckled, leaning his head further into the light so that Arthur could see him. “So you must be Arthur then… Oh, where are my manners? I should have introduced myself as soon as you stepped in… I’m Clark. But you can call me Dark Lilac or just Lilac if you like. It’s kind of like my… Stage name.” The giraffe smiled again. For some reason, his smile sent shudders down Arthur’s back “Uhh… Okay.” He replied awkwardly. “Nervous, are you? That’s fine… A lot of males are before they experience their first prostate orgasm. After all that pleasure, it feels silly to have ever been nervous about something as wonderful as that. But I understand… Many straight males fully neglect their tailholes when it comes to seeking pleasure. They are so sensitive about being perceived as masculine, they have no idea how exquisite it feels to cum from a little bit of prostate stimulation… The way males were made to cum. It’s a pity, really. But luckily I’m here to help them… Help you.” The shadow-veiled long-neck gave Arthur an uncomfortably long stare before slowly standing up from the armchair. As expected of a giraffe, his head rose to nearly seven feet above the floor. But unlike the bull who had visited the room before Arthur, the giraffe wasn’t muscular in the slightest. Everything about him was long and slender, and the absence of any kind of bulk was conspicuous. Watching the slender silhouette of his body on the border of light and dark was almost an eerie experience. Clark seemed to know what kinds of feelings his appearance evoked in the feline, and he took a careful step closer to the bed to show himself off even further. His upper half was clad in a dark corset of sorts, combined with a tight mesh top with long sleeves, which worked well with the natural pattern of his fur. The other half of his body was wrapped in a dark skirt that reached just above the giraffe’s knees, being somewhat conservative in its length while leaving plenty of long giraffe leg out for curious eyes to ogle. Against any kind of logic – aside from outfit cohesion – Clark also wore a pair of bulky high heels on his feet, which extended his already enormous stature by another extra inch or two. As much as the giraffe’s feminine, slightly gothic outfit caught Arthur’s eye, the smilodon found his gaze being drawn more towards the male’s face. Clark appeared to be wearing dark eyeshadow and lipstick. The makeup suited him quite well, and that was even without taking his matching outfit into account. But it wasn’t the makeup that made the giraffe’s visage so peculiar. Arthur didn’t know if the dim lighting of the room was playing tricks on his eyes, but Clark’s face was somehow the perfect blend of both masculine and feminine features. Strong, defined brow. Narrow and delicate muzzle. Sharp jaw and cheekbones. Big and effeminate eyes with enviably long eyelashes. It was the kind of face that danced on the fine line of androgyny, teetering towards either side depending on how one looked at it, yet never distinctly falling to either distinction. It was the kind of face that was easy to be attracted to. And Arthur found himself dangerously susceptible to its charms. “Hehe~ Looking at you makes me want to get started… Shall we? Just drop your pants and get on all fours on top of the bed. Lose the underwear as well. Unless you’re wearing a strap, of course. That won’t hinder my work.” Arthur’s chest tightened, and his breath got heavier without him even noticing. He once more had a brief mental dialogue with himself about what he was getting into, with his curiosity eventually triumphing over his anxiety. With Clark’s golden eyes closely following his every move, the athletic sabertooth unbuckled his belt and allowed his jeans to descend onto the floor. A few nervous tingles roamed his feline figure as he soon lowered his boxers. His flaccid feline cock and fuzzy balls flopped out into the giraffe’s view, but Arthur was unable to detect any sort of perceptible reaction from Clark. He didn’t know if he should have been relieved or dejected. However, all it took for Arthur to light the fire in the mysterious giraffe’s eyes was him turning around and giving Clark a good look at his feline buttocks. All of a sudden, it felt like the long-necked male was stabbing him with his gaze, devouring the sight of his sabertooth butt toned by college sports. Clark was staring at his ass so intensely that Arthur couldn’t help feeling slightly flattered, even if the one admiring his behind was another male. Propelled by the minor boost in confidence he gained from Clark’s lustful gaze, Arthur climbed on top of the bed. He had been exposed to enough porn in his life to instinctually assume the provocative, all-fours position with rump stuck out and arched back on top of the sheets. He even perked up the small, fluffy tuft he had for a tail, doing his best impression of a bottoming adult film actor. “...Is this good?” “You’re a natural…” Clark giggled, slowly closing the gap between himself and the foot of the queen bed. “Wow… That’s a nice butt! Looks even better up close. Haahh~ That’s why I love you jocks so much… You all have such magnificent asses. And yet you don’t even realize it yourselves. It’s a real tragedy… A big… Meaty… Bouncing… Tragedy.” As the final words dropped off the giraffe’s painted lips, he carefully knelt down onto the floor, which brought his spotted muzzle at nearly the perfect height to feast on the ample sabertooth rump. “Since you’re a friend of Jackson’s, your secret for possessing such fine buttocks is also hockey?” “Y-Yeah…” Arhtur cleared his throat, feeling the warm wisp of the giraffe’s breath tickling his rear end. “I assume you don’t have any experience being on the receiving end of any anal activities?” Arthur shook his head. “Of course not… You’re a big, straight sabertooth… Why would you put anything near your tailhole, right?” Clark’s voice was equally enamored and mocking. “But I’m glad you’ve decided to change that… And I can promise you that after tonight, your perspective towards anal stimulation will have totally changed. In the best case, you won’t even be able to properly cum without it. As you shouldn’t.” Arthur was about to ask what the giraffe meant by his words, but his train of thought was rudely interrupted when Clark aggressively spread out his feline cheeks. Despite his first instinct to shoo away the spotted hands intruding on the personal space of his butt, Arthur maintained his composure. But still, the presence of two hands on his jock cheeks and the abrupt breeziness surrounding his tailhole bumped the sabertooth’s embarrassment up a couple of notches. And that was even without mentioning Clark’s, which he could feel on his virgin anus. “Why, that’s a tasty-looking tongue-burrow, isn’t it? Inexperienced… But eager…” Clark’s warm breath and the sound of the long-necked male licking his lips made Arthur tense up subconsiously. “Mmmh… Just look at it begging for some filling. But perhaps it is better to start off with a kiss…” Arthur clenched the sheets and shuddered from his ears to his toes as Clark’s dark lips pressed against his sphincter. A devious wave of warmth swept through his body. The young smilodon was unsure if it was prompted by embarrassment or if he truly was that sensitive down there. But even if the sensation was very much foreign to him, he did not find it outright unpleasant. The quiet room echoed with the soft sounds of Clark’s lips as he smooched up his newest victim’s tailside entrance. The first few kisses he gave the tense feline sphincter were nothing more than cautious pecks, but the giraffe was quick to ramp up his kissing game. His lips began to linger on Arthur’s tailhole, applying gentle suction on the fleshy ring hiding within the big feline’s cleft. While Arthur was still on the fence about how he felt about getting his ass kissed, the longer the contact between his hole and Clark’s lips lasted, and the more hungrily the giraffe sucked his hole, the more accustomed he became to the sensation. He began to relax. “Mmhhh~ As expected, it’s rather feisty… Lucky for you, I love taming holes that are a bit stubborn.” A careful moan slipped out from Arthur’s mouth as the giraffe went in for another passionate smooch of his sphincter, using the firm tip of his tongue to tickle the rim as he did. Arthur’s flaccid member twitched as a small jolt of pleasure shot through his furry loins. Arthur took deep breaths as the spotted savannah herbivore began applying more tongue in his kisses. He could feel the meaty taste muscle getting dragged over and around his tailhole, which had begun to quiver in response to the sensual touch. Another wave of warmth permeated the inside of his loins, only this time the heat lingered and began writhing about, inconspicuously tickling the area of Arthur’s genitals and colon. It was a very peculiar sensation, but Arthur enjoyed it nonetheless. The agile giraffe tongue soon began kneading itself more firmly against the twitching sabertooth burrow. It's repeating, assertive movement began slowly wearing down the inhibitions of the orifice it was attempting to intrude upon. Arthur barely even noticed his sphincter relaxing as the wet giraffe taster wriggled on its wrinkled surface, prompting the wrinkled ring to open up and let the eager taste organ inside. Arthur’s cock twitched a couple more times, slowly starting to gain some stiffness and extra volume. Clark had begun to French things up with the big feline’s butthole, complementing each passionate kiss with some insistent tongue action. The tip of his taster writhed in the ever-loosening grasp of Arthur’s hole, gradually weaving its way deeper and deeper into the uncharted territory of the long-toothed cat’s colon. Arthur didn’t know how deep the tongue already reached, but the increasing dosage of feel-good hormones being released by his brain from each small wiggle the taster performed on his tailhole kept him from worrying. Finishing off a particularly noisy and sloppy kiss with the feline jock’s butt, Clark retracted his muzzle and took a deep breath, admiring the pink eye of feline flesh he had just spent a good while suckling on. A soft chuckle echoed around the dark bedroom. “There we go… That’s a nice, tame hole… I knew I could make it beg for me if I tried.” He huffed, kissing both of Arthur’s cheeks before taking a long lick along the whole length of his gluteal valley. “I bet your prostate is just as starved for attention as your sphincter… Let’s find out, shall we?” Strangely enough, the giraffe’s words were able to spark some excitement within Arthur. He found himself looking forward to what the other male was up to. Or at the very least, his tailhole was looking forward to it. But even the mild anticipation experienced by the submitting feline was not able to even slightly prepare him for what took place next. Clark latched his lips around the moistened entrance of Arthur’s tailhole, prompting the sphincter to relax like he had taught it to do. And as soon as the flesh lost its natural tension, he shoved his magnificent tongue through it without holding back. It was only then that the true dimensions of a Clark’s tongue revealed themselves to Arthur. And the abrupt realization prompted a panicked meow from his furry muzzle. Clark’s tongue was huge. Long and girthy beyond what Arthur had ever imagined a tongue to be. It burst inside his tailhole with ease, penetrating him multiple inches within the first few seconds, mercilessly thrusting and weaving itself deeper and deeper into the sensitive tunnel of the feline athlete. Extending deep into his colon, the fat giraffe tongue was able to make the tight rectal tract stretch before the pressure it exerted onto its walls, folding over itself as it tumbled out from Clark’s mouth and into Arthur’s ass. Had Arthur had any of his breath left mere five seconds into the salivating assault on his virgin asshole, he would have asked, nay begged, the giraffe to slow down or stop as the wild emotions evoked by the intense rimming were completely overwhelming him. As blindly as he had entered the dark bedroom, he had not expected to get over twenty inches and close to two whole pounds of tongue bulldozed up his anus. It felt like there was an agitated python wriggling about inside his colon, either desperately seeking exit or attempting to make the tight tiger tunnel its new home. Arthur could do nothing but gasp feebly and lower his head into the sheets as the slender herbivore ruthlessly drilled his ass with his leviathan tongue. He wasn’t in any direct discomfort, but the sheer shock of how easily and ferociously his hole was being violated was enough to stress the smilodon out. Clark kept wiggling his tongue about in increasingly creative ways as the walls of anal flesh surrounding it slowly yielded to its writhing. Arthur could feel the big tongue waving in different directions and coiling along the shape of his butt tunnel as Clark worked the cavernous colon in apparent delight. A few moans were also muffled into the trembling sabertooth’s sloppy cleft, where the giraffe’s dark lips still smooched his sphincter. After having his fun, utterly defeating every single inch of the feline predator’s anal anatomy in less than two dozen seconds, Clark focused his efforts on sliding and waving his meaty palate probe along the floor of Arthur’s colon. The giraffe was looking for something. Retracting his tongue ever so slightly, he began probing the stretchy bottom of the feline jock’s tailpipe, systematically going through every inch starting from the very back. He was thorough, but incredibly fast. It took Clark an odd ten seconds or so to locate the particular spot of importance within his feline prey’s butt. As soon as the strong taste muscle nudged it, Arthur involuntarily tightened his colon and moaned hoarsely. His feline cock inclined another degree or two. Clark voiced a pleased murmur to mark his discovery. And then he got to work. Two sizzling spears of submissive satisfaction pierced Arthur’s loins in quick succession as the strong giraffe tongue slapped against the area above his prostate. He whisked his head toward the ceiling and gasped as the salivating beast was subsequently drilled into the very same spot, stabbing the concealed nugget of rectal pleasure with frightening intensity. Arthur felt his loins spasming violently as his hidden cum-button got viciously stabbed twice more, which was enough to elicit the desired physical response from his genitals. Arthur’s cock wasn’t even fully erect before the feline ejaculate began jetting out from his urethra. His athletic body shuddered down to every extremity, as the sticky jock jizz burst forth from his cock with pressure matching the contents of a beer keg escaping through a broken tap. The toned lower back of the big feline weaved up and down like bread dough being wrung as the effeminate giraffe violated the hypersensitive semen spilling switch inside his ass, not minding the wild constrictions of the predator’s tail tunnel one bit. A howl broke out of Arthur’s muzzle, circulating in the walls of the bedroom as he ejaculated himself silly from getting his prostate bullied by the savannah herbivore latched onto his tailhole. The entire area of Arthur’s hips was burning. His body felt like it had gone through the sabertooth’s usual gym routine thrice in half the time. He was simultaneously exhausted but full of adrenaline. For a brief while, he almost forgot where he was. The abrupt parting of Clark’s tongue and Arthur’s sphincter produced a noise as lewd as it was wet, which seemed to echo in the bedroom way longer than it should have. “That was quick! Not that there’s anything to be ashamed of in that… Especially for your first time.” Clark huffed, inhaling the scent of sabertooth jizz from the air of the bedroom. “...Not only is there no shame in cumming fast… I happen to love big boys who can’t control themselves when I fuck them with my tongue. Who spill their passion from just a couple of nudges.” Arthur shuddered as Clark gave his hole another sloppy kiss, folding his tongue and swirling it just on the inside of the smilodon’s rectal ring. “Mmmhh~ That climax seemed to loosen you up nicely. It felt that good, huh, kitty? Well, let me tell you something I know you’ll love… The second one should feel even better.” Arthur wasn’t able to open his mouth for a protest before the dark oral appendage had already entered his tailhole. Arthur’s body flipped back and forth between extreme relaxation and crippling stiffness as the writhing mass of taste-extracting muscle slithered back into his colon. The once-beaten canal of rectal flesh was extremely sensitive, having had almost no time to recover from the bone-rattling climax its owner had just gone through. This meant that the sensation of Clark’s wet tongue passionately caressing the inside of his tail tube was close to thrice as fierce as it had been the first time. And the only thing Arthur could do to cope was to bleat and groan like a mindless beast. The giraffe wasted no time going for the big cat’s prostate once more. Having already located it on his first delve into the squishy cavern, he found the feline nut-button’s hiding spot almost immediately and began tormenting it forthwith. He stabbed the sensitive rectal wall without mercy, sliding his sloppy taster against the throbbing prostate, kneading it like he wanted to fully flatten the bump it formed on the inside of Arthur’s colon. Stretched, wailing, and uneven profanities began pouring out of Arthur’s muzzle as his cock went from being barely erect to fully hard and further to the verge of another ejaculation in the span of only six seconds or so. He couldn’t believe how fast his body reacted to the stimulation it received from Clark’s tongue – as undeniably amazing as it was – or how well the giraffe used it. “Oh ffffffuuck… OoooOOhhhh fuuuuuUUuuUuuuck!” Arthur moaned, sinking his claws into the bedsheets as his cock throbbed in the orgasmic bliss preceding a fat ejaculation. The amount of pleasure circulating his body made his consciousness flicker. “Just let it all out… Let it all out like a good fucking buttslut…” Clark replied, managing to speak frighteningly well despite having his tongue buried in the sabertooth’s asshole. He then proceeded to whip the big feline’s prostate into submission, literally and figuratively, lashing it with his tongue while his victim’s hips quivered in unbridled ecstasy. Arthur came. There was no way in the entire universe he wouldn’t have. Not with how ruthlessly he got his prostate ravaged by the dominant herbivore. And Clark was right. Arthur’s second orgasm felt even better than his first. The fully-tautened feline cock discharged sticky smilodon seed like a firehose, launching some of the sperm snakes from its tip further than Arthur’s head. Had he stood upright, his jizz streaks could probably have reached the headboard of the bed. Arthur’s balls were drained of their contents faster than ever before, leaving them clinching with desperation once all of their precious essence had already been flung out of his urethra. The same went for the smilodon’s stiffened shaft, which throbbed madly even after it had ejaculated all the lust liquid allocated to it by the furry testicles. In just the span of ten seconds, the feline jock went from the extreme bliss of a roaring ejaculation to the frustrating throbs of a dry orgasm. Yet, even that didn’t diminish the pleasure brought on by Clark’s incredible tonguing. By the end of his second orgasm, Arthur had lost all strength in his arms and was unable to hold up his upper body, which unceremoniously collapsed onto the bed. But while he rested his head over the moist streaks of his own cum, Clark kept on going. The enormous giraffe tongue continued to fuck the defeated predator cat without slowing down, keeping up its relentless assault on the feline’s poor prostate. It swirled, writhed, and waved inside Arthur’s ass with boundless energy, seemingly bent on absolutely demolishing the small lump of male ecstasy that controlled the smilodon’s orgasms. Arthur shuddered on the bed, getting his ass held up by his tail while the other male aggressively tongued his tailhole, flicking and kneading his prostate like there was no tomorrow. In just a few moments, Arthur was forced to ejaculate again. And again. And again. And again. Each time, the output of his ejaculation dwindled, and his cock spent most of its time desperately twitching with the desire to ejaculate, but with no seed to pump out. It was a dangerous blend of incredible rapture and crushing frustration, which grew more and more intoxicating the longer Arthur got his prostate milked. Before the last orgasm was beaten out of his prostate, he was already hopelessly addicted to the giraffe’s rimming. For the last three kittygasms, Clark used his hands to jerk Arthur off, making sure that there was absolutely nothing left in the big feline’s testes once he eventually withdrew his tongue and smacked his lips. “There we go… All empty… “ He muttered, gently queezing Arthur’s testes with his hand. “Now for something to commemorate the big kitty losing his rim-virginity…” The unmistakable flash of a phone camera lit up the dark bedroom an odd dozen times, with Clark taking various selfies with the jock butt he had just destroyed with his tongue. To finish things off, the giraffe planted a big, wet kiss on Arthur’s left buttcheek, leaving a dark imprint of his lips on the sand-colored fur. “Another… Satisfied… Straight male.” Arthur flinched as his phone was tossed next to his head, pictures of Clark with his ass displayed on the screen. “Felt good, didn’t it? Oh, you really loooooved that… Yes, you did… They all always do.” Clark chuckled, standing up and retreating towards the armchair. Lumbering his way out of the bed, Arthur glanced at the tall herbivore, getting a generous look at his wide rear. The dizzy feline’s chest tightened with shock and confusion as he witnessed the dark, intimidating head of a giraffidae cock peeking out from the other male’s skirt. With how low the hem of the feminine legwear stretched, he must have been incredibly hung. Arthur shuddered without fully knowing why. “Here you go!” Clark muttered, turning around and tossing a rolled-up towel towards Arthur, who only barely caught it. “If you’d be as kind as to wipe your own spillings off the bedsheets – at least what hasn’t already soaked in – I would very much appreciate it. I usually ask my customers to wear a condom, but I was so enthused about seeing a new face, I forgot. And speaking of faces…” The giraffe tapped his right cheek while looking at Arthur. “You have a little something on yours, kitty.” Still processing things at a multi-second delay, Arthur eventually brought the towel onto his face and wiped the remains of his own cum from it. After that, he slowly leaned over the bed and began wiping the same milky substance from the sheets while Clark silently observed him with a calm smile on his face. “You’re…” Arthur opened his mouth, but lost confidence mid-sentence. “I didn’t quite catch that? What is it that you were attempting to say?” “You’re… Not going to tell anyone, are you?” The giraffe blinked, then burst out in laughter, which was both jubilant and slightly mocking in tone. “About what? About how you came like a good little pussycat from my tongue? Oh no… The pleasure of knowing that is mine alone. Besides, I would never violate the privacy of a customer. Not that I would even have the need to do it. The word seems to get out plenty on its own, considering how frequently I get visitors these days. You aren’t even the first new male whom I have introduced to the wonders of anal this night. Speaking of, feel free to advertise my services to your teammates, or anyone whom you think might find what you just experienced enjoyable. Good boys who encourage others to experiment earn treats.” Clark licked his lips and extended his tongue to its full, near-twenty-inch length. Arthur swallowed, and his tailhole reflexively winked. “And you shouldn’t worry about others finding out, regardless… I’ve already taken care of almost half the male athletes in this school… And even a few members of the admin. Football players are my favorite. I think I’ve tickled the prostates of three-quarters of the school team, their coach included. I’ve been training them all very diligently. Haa~ You should see how an anal virgin stallion jock cums from their first time getting tongue fucked in the ass. It’s incredibly messy, but so enchanting to watch.” “Jocks are so delightfully easy to handle. Make them cum from their prostate, and you’ve just won infinite leverage over them. After all, there are no gay males in college sports… Right? Oh, but I’ve probably already said too much… You are free to leave. And send in your friend as you leave. He has definitely earned his reward.” Arthur hastily grabbed his pants from the floor and pulled them up onto his waist along with his underwear. He then grabbed his phone and stuffed it in his pocket with great difficulty. “In case you ever want to visit me again, my room is 707 B in the southern dorm. Bring twenty bucks… Thirty if you want some hand action as well. But if you bring a friend. A new friend… Then it’s free.” Something in the giraffe’s voice made Arthur shudder. He still wasn’t able to read his eyes either. Those mysterious, enchanting yellow eyes. “Run along now, kitty. And come see me again sometime if you want to nut your brains out like a submissive bitch.” Arthur walked to the door and left the room. His head was full of confused thoughts.