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Dante leaned against the wet cinder block wall, smoke trailing from his cigarette. The komodo dragon's tail swished idly behind him in boredom. It was a slow night for the bouncer; few visited an underground casino on a Sunday. Nominally a bar, the 'Red Dice' was hidden down an alleyway from street, a single neon sign announcing its presence. Dante stood watch on the door, the huge lizard's arms folded over his chest. He shifted the cigarette in his mouth with his tongue to the other side. He hated Sundays.

The bouncer flicked his tail at a discarded can near his boots, just to watch it clatter and bang off the opposite wall of the alley. It spun and rattled on the ground and came back close enough for him to hit it again with his tail. This time it ricocheted off a dumpster and shot down the alley, coming to rest against a distant pile of trash. Dante blew out smoke. The massive reptile flexed his shoulders and turned his neck from side to side. His spine crackled. He stretched, arching his back. More cracks, his broad, muscular chest stretching his wife-beater. Dante drummed his claws against the scales of his bicep. Each sharp hook clicked satisfyingly against the leathery hide. Mostly just for something to do, the komodo dragon strolled to one of the opposite corners, where the alleyway was ended with a rickety wooden fence. He reached down and unzipped his jeans. He pulled his cock from his fly and unleashed a heavy stream of piss against the corner of wall and fence, his half smoked cigarette still smoldering on his lip. Dante watched the puddle spread between his boots and teased his foreskin back from the tip to keep his stream from spattering.

Finishing his piss, he shook his heavy prick dry and tucked it back into his pants. Dante zipped up, then turned and went back to his post. He finished his cigarette and ground it out against the wall, flicking the butt into the gutter. The reptile folded his arms again, sighing. Head tilted back against the wall, he looked up at the sky. It was still solidly dark. Hours left on his shift. Bored.

Another half hour passed in agonizing boredom, two more cigarettes smoked, when the door behind Dante opened. The bartender, a fat bison named Carlos, poked his horned head out. "Hey, Dan, we got a problem at the card tables."

The komodo dragon looked up at Carlos, half smoked cigarette in hand. "Yeah? Fuckin' finally." He groused, flicking the cigarette away succinctly. "Been losin' my fuckin' mind out here."

"Yeah, well, sounds like cheaters down there. So..." Carlos trailed off, giving the reptile a wink. "You know what to do."

Dante cracked his knuckles. "I sure fuckin' do, Carl."

The komodo dragon walked up the short flight of concrete steps and into the 'Red Dice'. The bar was a typical hole in the wall, tables, booths, some dart boards on the wall. A couple of pool tables in one corner sat empty under americana and neon beer signs. It was empty except for Carlos and one single drunk stallion slumped over on the bar top. Most of the patrons were downstairs then. Dante walked past the bar and through a door marked 'Employees Only'. There was a stairwell beyond it, two flights of chipped, rough concrete steps and rusty railings led down into the bar's basement. Flickering florescent lights buzzed overhead as Dante walked down the stairs. At the bottom there was a double door with a padlock hinge that was currently unlocked. What used to be a storage room and basement had been converted into a small, but crowded gambling hall. Dante could see the press of bodies inside through the foggy plexiglass windows. He walked through them, greeted by the smells of sweat, cigarette smoke, and beer. Three poker tables and one shoddy roulette table had been set up in the middle of the room, several nervous looking patrons crowded around them in ones and twos. The dealers were still dealing, but two of Dante's compatriots, a burly lupine and a heavy-set black bear, had two men Dante had never seen, a black hog and a bulky mastiff, pressed against the far wall.

The komodo dragon sidled up to his coworkers. "Well now, what've we got goin' on here?" He hissed, grinning. The wolf looked over his shoulder at Dante.

"Card counters, Dan," he said. "The pair of 'em, cheaters." Dante's long, whip-like tail lashed behind him, his eyes gleaming with interest. "Are they now?" he breathed, leaning past the wolf's shoulders to look at the bulky black porcine. Both he and the mastiff were dressed nicely in suits. The pig resolutely wouldn't look at the lizard. Dante snickered and looked toward the mastiff. He was black-and-brown furred, with a thick ruff of soft, woolly fur around his neck. He was staring at the lizard with wide, coffee-brown eyes. He licked his lips with a pink tongue nervously.

"Take 'em to the closet, boys, I'll handle their punishment," Dante said, loud enough for the room to hear him. "They'll make a good example for what happens to cheaters at the Red Dice."

"No, hey! You ain't got no proof, man!" the hog squealed, shaking. He squirmed wildly against the wolf pinning him to the wall, until the lupine punched him hard in the temple. The pig slackened, stunned. Dante bent and grabbed the hog's nice shoes, lifting his legs and helping his fellow bouncer carry the fat pig. The mastiff however, obeyed when the black bear twisted him away from the wall. He looked ready to piss himself.

Dante and the wolf carried the pig out of the gambling room and to the other side of the hall that led to it. There was a smaller door, leading to a smaller side room where the breaker box and some of the other infrastructure of the plumbing was housed. It was about the size of a small bedroom, the cinder block walls and concrete floors rough and pitted with age. Pipes and insulated wiring covered the walls on raw plywood. There were two chairs and a rectangular table against one wall, and a dusty steel shelf laden with random paint cans and other items.

"Help me strip fatso here," Dante growled, dropping the hog's feet. His eyes fell on the mastiff. "And you, pup, you gonna strip nicely for us or are we gonna hafta make ya."

The mastiff stared back, his eyes wide and terrified. He tried to tuck his curled tail against the back of his legs. "I..." he managed to whine. "We...we didn't..."

"Don't bother with that shit," Dante snapped, unlacing the hog's shoes. He jerked them off his feet revealing dress socks beneath. The wolf was pulling the stunned porcine's jacket and shirt off his broad chest and belly. "In fact, if ya shut the fuck up and do as yer told, ya might not get it so bad." Dante warned, his eyes locking with the dog's.

The mastiff gulped, swallowing hard. He managed a small nod, shaking. The black bear slowly released him. "Heh, got us a good boy here, I think," the bear teased, grinning at the canine. "What's yer name, eh?"

The mastiff rubbed his elbow where the black bear had his arm bent behind his back. "S-Samson..." he stammered. "Sam."

"Sam, huh? Ya look ready to shit bricks, pup. This weren't yer idea, was it?" the black bear growled. Sam shook his head a little. He was already starting to take off his own jacket.

Dante poked a claw into the pig's gut. "This fucker's huh?" he asked the canine. "Shoulda known. Who wears them kinda duds to a backroom poker house?"

"I...told him this was a bad idea...We just...needed the money," Sam explained. His jacket was discarded and he was unbuttoning his shirt now. The hog too was down to just his boxers and A-shirt by then. He roused, when Dante jerked his boxers down. The wolf put a hard-heeled shoe into the middle of his chest, between his soft pecs. Dante was snickering. "Fella's the definition of 'all potatoes and no meat' ain't he, boy?" he laughed, pointing between the pig's legs. Between them, two huge, fuzzy balls huddled a small stub of a prick nestled between them. The diminutive dick was wrinkled and shriveled with adrenaline and nerves.

"Fuck yall, get offa me!" the pig squealed, trying to force the wolf's foot off his chest. He tried to kick Dante, but the komodo dragon grabbed that little dick in a pair of claws, twisting it hard. The pig froze, gasping, as those claws dug into his member like meat-hooks.

"Hehehe, go on, big boy," Dante mocked. "Keep fightin'. I'll twist yer little dink right off." The reptile gave it a further jerk, making the porker squeal louder. The black bear saw his moment, and produced a pair of cuffs from his back pocket. He twisted the pig's arms behind him, Dante and the wolf letting him roll the pig over onto his broad belly, and cuff his wrists together. They left him there, face down, as Dante stood up from his squat.

"Ain't nobody said quit strippin'," he growled at the mastiff, who had been watching with wide, fearful eyes. The dog jumped at being addressed, and continued removing his clothes. "Who's he to you?" the komodo dragon asked, flicking his tail across the hog's exposed, hairy ass. It cracked like a whip on the exposed flesh, making the pig howl, and left a deep red welt across both cheeks.

"M-my boyfriend..." Sam answered. "B-Bruce."

"Bruce, huh?" Dante hissed, looming toward the canine. He backed him against the wall, Sam stepping back nervously from the massive, muscular dragon. Samson had taken off most of his clothing, baring a furry, black and brown chest, a small belly, and tight pair of black briefs. Dante slapped both hands up on the wall on either side of Sam's head, making the dog flinch with each motion. He was so close that Sam's chubby belly rubbed up against the komodo's flat, taut abs under his tanktop. Dante's long, forked tongue flicked out, hitting the tip of Sam's wet, black nose. Sam flinched again.

"I toldja it wouldn't be so bad for ya if ya played nice," the dragon murmured. "Relax a little, cutie." He glanced downward, toward Sam's brief-clad groin. "Go on, take them panties off, pup. Lemme see what yer workin' with."

Bruce had turned his head to look toward Sam and Dante. "Hey! Sam, quit fuckin' standin' there, do something, dammit!" he yelled. Dante's long tail lashed out again, slashing the pig's ass a second time, crossing the welt of the first. "Shut up, dinky, we'll get to you in a minute." Dante snarled, and then turned his eyes to his coworkers. "You two can go. I got this. Been waitin' aaaalll night for some distraction." The black bear looked ready to argue, but Dante shot him a look that said it would be a poor decision to argue.

"R-right..." the bear said instead, nodding. Both the wolf and the bear left the room. Dante's head turned back to the canine. "Now then, where were we?" he asked, looking back down between Sam's legs. The canine took hold of his briefs with shaking paws, and slowly pulled them downward. The dog's furry balls and modest cock swung loose from his underwear. Dante chuckled in satisfaction. "Cute. Turn around and lemme see that ass, boy."

Sam swallowed and slowly turned in the frame of Dante's arms until he was facing the wall. Dante drank in a firm back, shoulders covered by that thick ruff of black fur, and a firm, furry ass with a curled tail above it. Dante's hands left the wall, grabbing the dog's hips and pulling his plush rump up against the crotch of his jeans. Sam gasped, and Dante's muzzle touched his ear. "Feel that? That's what a real man's cock feels like, pup," he hissed, grinding his bulge against Sam's rear. Sam shuddered under him, but the smallest of moans escaped his muzzle.

"Sam, you bitch, stop that!" Bruce's harsh squeal broke over Dante. He turned sharply, striding toward the pig's prone body. "You just don't know when to shut the fuck up, do you, shrimpy?" he snarled, grabbing the nape of the pig's neck and jerking him up off the floor. He dragged him on his knees and spun him against the wall. "I can think of a better way you can use that fuckin' mouth."

"Get yer fuckin' hands off me, fuckface, I swear I'll--" the pig stopped in mid-threat as Dante whipped a pistol from the waist of his jeans and slammed the muzzle against the pig's forehead. Bruce froze, gaping, cross-eyed, as he tried to look up at the gun menacing his head.

"You'll what, huh?" Dante hissed, maliciously. "Fuckin' nothin'. Except choke on this fuckin' dick." With his free hand, Dante jerked his zipper down. Already excited from his grinding on Samson's ass, the dragon's half-hard prick swung out almost immediately. He slapped its heavy length across Bruce's snout. The pig jerked as the cock landed on him, the smell of the dragon filling his black nostrils.

Dante rocked his hips, dragging his dick back and forth across the pig's nose, between his eyes. "Open yer fuckin' mouth, and if I feel so much as a prickle of a tooth, I'll blow yer fuckin' brains all over this wall, bitch."

Shaking, the cheating pig opened his mouth gingerly. No sooner than there was a gap between his teeth, Dante jerked his hips back and slammed his entire cock down the hog's throat. Bruce gagged sharply. "HRRKGLK!" as that wide reptilian dick drove home. It scraped the back of his throat before plunging down it. Bruce's head slammed against the wall, pinned between it and the komodo dragon's powerful hips. The spicy, leathery smell of Dante's crotch tinged what air the pig could suck down. Bruce's eyes bulged as Dante kept his dick buried in the hog's throat until it was fully hard. Then the dragon began to roughly slam his hips into Bruce's face, ramming his cock into that abused, wet throat again and again.

Unable to get much of a breath, the pig gagged over and over again. "GLKGLKGLKGLRRRGGH!" Foamy drool escaped his mouth, dripping down his chin, wetting the reptile's crotch. Two large, scaly balls swung free of Dante's boxers, slapping against Bruce's lips. The hog's arms moved in reflex to try and push the lizard off him, but the cuffs prevented it. He kicked his bare feet against the concrete floor, but could gain no purchase. "HRRRRRKKKGHLLK!" He retched as Dante hilted again, cramming his nose against his scaly crotch and smothering him in cock.

"That's fuckin' right, bitch, choke, on, this, DICK!" the dragon snarled, slamming his hips in and out with every word. He turned his head to look toward Sam. The dog was watching, still standing near the wall. His modest, but not small, cock was rock hard. Dante sneered. "Ya like this, huh? Like watchin' yer boyfriend service a real man?"

Sam swallowed, and gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. Dante grinned, his sharp teeth gleaming. "Yeah ya do. He's a fuckin' doughy asshole, ain't he? Huh? Lemme hear ya say it. Tell me ya like watchin' him choke on my cock."

"GLLRKGH!" Bruce horked loudly, more foamy spit gushing between his lips and Dante's cock. Already a beard of froth had ringed his chin, soaking Dante's fat, leathery sack.

"I-I...I like it..." Sam admitted, blushing a little. His dick twitched. "He...I like watching him choke on your dick..." he didn't know the bouncer's name.

"Dante," the komodo dragon provided. He ground his crotch on Bruce's nose, and the pig jerked, gurgling. "Rrrlkgll!"

"I like watching him choke on your dick, Dante..." Sam repeated over Bruce's choking.

"Yeeeeeah, that's it," the dragon hissed, his claws gripping the back of the pig's skull, digging scrapes into his black hide. "He got you into this mess, didn't he? He deserves this facefuckin'!"

Sam couldn't bring himself to answer that, but his paw wrapped around his hardon. His shy stroking was the only answer that Dante needed. "Fuck, ya see that, bitch?" the dragon growled, slapping Bruce's cheek with an open palm, forcing him to look over at his boyfriend. "He's jerkin' his fuckin' dick watching you choke on mine. Guess ya shouldn'ta been such a fuckhead, huh?"

Bruce and Sam locked eyes for a moment, the hog's watering profusely as the komodo dragon savaged his throat. "I tried to tell you," Sam said to Bruce. "You...you never listened to me...about anything."

"Tsk, see? Shoulda been a better boyfriend. But hey, there was only so much a fuck like you could do, huh? Look at that pathetic little shrimp between yer legs. Even if ya had been the best boyfriend in the world, that little dicklet never woulda satisfied a guy as big as him. Ain't that right? He ever even get that thing in you?" the last he directed at Sam.

The canine flushed a little, hotly, still pumping his prick. "N-no...He just made me suck it and...use toys on myself..."

"And now look atcha, who's doin' the sucking now, huh?" Dante taunted Bruce, slamming his crotch into the hog's face over and over again until the pig saw stars. The back of Bruce's head was getting scraped by the wall, his large porcine nose aching from smashing into Dante's crotch over and over again. Dante's fists seized the pig's ears, finally dragging him into his crotch and holding his rigid cock down Bruce's throat entirely. "Swallow this fuckin' cum, slut, fuckin' drown in it!" Dante snarled, as his balls tightened on Bruce's chin. A second later the dragon snarled, hissing through his teeth as his entire body jerked massively. Slammed between the wall and the dragon's crotch, Bruce couldn't do anything but choke and burble as Dante shot his load. "Gghhhhhhkr! Glkglkglkrrrrglk!" He tried to pull his face away, tried to twist his head to the side, anything to get air, but Dante held him fast. Cum and slobber gushed out of Bruce's mouth, splattering Dante's leathery skin, He retched so hard, blobs of stinging reptilian seed leaked from his nostrils. Tears ran down the pig's face, his eyes red, rolling in their sockets as Dante's cock hosed his throat with seed.

Finally, just as Bruce was about to pass out from lack of air, Dante ripped his cock from the pig's throat and jerked the last few ropes across the pig's desecrated face. Bruce retched and coughed, wincing as Dante's shots splattered across his face. He sucked in air, his entire sense of taste and smell consumed by the dragon's musk and seed. His tanktop was covered with it, his chin and neck smeared with globs of spunk and his own drool.

"Now that's what a little-dicked bitch like you is supposed to look like," Dante panted, wiping his dick on Bruce's lips and nose. Dante shifted enough that he noticed Bruce's peg was hard as iron over his two, fat hogballs. The dragon snickered, bringing up a boot to rest on top of those nuts. "I think this is exactly what ya needed," he mocked, pressing down on Bruce's balls beneath his treads. The pig squealed, aspirated slobber and began coughing harshly, even as his guts twisted in male agony from the pressure on his balls. He tried to pull his knees together, but succeeded only in adding more pressure on his testicles from Dante's boot.

Dante finally stepped off of Bruce's balls, laughing at the pig's disheveled squirming and coughing. "Chill there for a minute, bitch. I got business with your boy now," he said, pulling his pants to his knees. Sam looked nervous for a second, until Dante gestured at the table. "Go on over there, cutie and get them legs up. I'm gonna give ya what ya been needin'," he ordered, wagging his wet, glistening shaft. "Yer boyfriend did a damn fine job slicking me up, and I definitely still got shots left in these balls for ya."

Sam swallowed and nodded, walking over to the large rectangular table. He climbed up on it gingerly, but when it supported his weight without bending or creaking too much, he leaned back on its plastic surface and pulled his knees to his chest. The canine's dick was stout and handsome, not big, but not small, and it jutted up over two large furry balls like a rail spike. Beneath that furry sack, a tight, puckered hole winked invitingly at the komodo dragon. Dante wasted no time in lining his hard, heavy reptile dick up with that ring. The slick, uncut head pressed, teasing those pink folds with its girth. "Tell me ya want it." Dante ordered, looking down at the cute mastiff. Sam was blushing, but his hips pressed back against Dante as the dragon's dick circled his hole.

"Fuck me," Sam asked, coffee brown eyes locked with Dante's. "Please. I need it." The mastiff wasn't lying. Despite watching the bouncer defile his boyfriend, the dog had never been so turned on his life. He glanced at Bruce, seeing the pig still slouched by the wall, watching. Even with Dante's dusty bootprint embossed on his ballsack, the pig's little dick was still standing resolutely from his pudgy groin. His eyes were locked on the pair, the junction between the bouncer's cockhead and Sam's asshole.

Dante followed Sam's gaze. He paused a moment, then snapped his fingers. "Get over here," he demanded, pointing at the spot beside him. Bruce hesitated, then managed to wriggle himself up onto his knees and walk on them to where Dante had demanded. "You wanna walk outta here with all your parts intact?" Dante asked. Bruce nodded. "Y-yes...sir," he answered meekly. Dante grinned. "Then yer gonna do exactly as I say. I'm gonna fuck his brains out, that clear? And you're gonna lick my ass and balls while I do it. Proper little mouthy bitch, weren't you? Needed put in your place, huh?"

Bruce flushed brightly red, dark against his black skin. He couldn't meet the komodo dragon's eyes. "...yes, sir," he mumbled.

"What was that?" Dante asked, cupping a hand to the side of his head where his ear-openings were. "Couldn't hear ya."

"...Yes, sir!" Bruce answered more loudly.

"Much better. Now then, get back there, slut. Clean my fuckin' asshole while I screw yer boy better than you ever did. And don't forget my nuts, ya left 'em a fuckin' mess, fat fuckin' slob." Dante growled, and then shoved his wet dick into Sam with a firm thrust. The dog gasped, whining, eyes widening as the size of the dragon's dick immediately squished his prostate. His dick jumped, flexing, as Dante pushed his length into Sam's guts. As Dante bottomed out in Sam, Bruce gingerly fit his snout between the dragon's beefy asscheeks. The smell of him filled the pig's nose, the leathery, earthy smell of scales and tough hide, and dragon musk. Dante's hole flexed against his lips and Bruce meekly flicked his tongue out to lick over it.

"That's it," Dante groaned, his cock engulfed in soft, warm innards, and the pig's tongue starting to lick his hole. "Just like that. How's that dick feel in ya, pup?" he looked down at Sam. The mastiff was adjusting to the komodo's size, but his cock was leaking freely into his furry bush. "A-amazing, sir," he panted. "Fuck, it's so fucking BIG."

"Hear that?" Dante said over his shoulder to Bruce, the pig buried snout deep in his ass. "That's what yer boy oughta have sounded like with you on toppa him. Pathetic little dick like yers ain't worth shit, slut."

The hog's dick twitched and leaked between his thighs, Bruce whining a little as he licked Dante's hole. Dante began to rock back and forth, easing into a thrusting rhythm. Bruce had to keep up, moving his head with the komodo's ass as he plunged in and out of the mastiff.

"Oh fuck...fuuuuck that feels good..." Sam panted, reaching down to grasp his dick again. He pumped himself vigorously, as Dante began to fuck him properly. The dragon's scaly hips pounded up against the dog's furry ass, leathery skin and soft fur meeting with muted thuds. Panting, Bruce pulled his muzzle from Dante's ass to push up under him, his tongue reaching for the dragon's swinging balls. He managed to lap at them, but with out his hands he was stuck humiliatingly trying to catch them with his mouth and lips as the dragon fucked Sam, his sack swinging out of reach with every thrust. Dante snickered, feeling the pig struggling. "Hehe work for 'em, bitch. I want those nuts glistening once I've pumped your boy fulla my cum."

Bruce kept up trying, and Dante fucked harder just to mess with him. The dragon's dick plunged in and out of the mastiff with wet slaps, Sam moaning and panting under him. That heavy reptilian dick mashed his prostate on both the in and the out thrust, dragging back and forth over it in a way his toys never really did. Sam's fist flew on his dick, making his own fuzzy nuts bounce and swing. Dante hunched forward, digging deeper, and Sam's toes curled on the lizard's shoulders as that dick cored him out to the hilt.

The pig gave up trying to clean the dragon's sack, and went back to worshiping his hole instead. He moved his head with the pumping ass, tongue licking and slurping over Dante's pucker. The komodo hissed in pleasure, slapping Sam's upturned rump with his palm. Sam yelped, groaning, his tongue lolling as waves of pleasure assaulted his brain. "Oh...oh my god...fuuuuckk..." he howled in desperate ecstasy, eyes rolling back.

"Yer fuckin' missin' it, shrimp," Dante growled. "Ya oughta see yer boy's face with a real dick in him. What a good boy!" he teased, and Samson flushed brighter. The knowledge he was getting reamed by a complete stranger only added to the dog's enjoyment. He even liked hearing Dante put his uppity, rude boyfriend in his place. Bruce didn't seem to be putting up much fight either. Samson couldn't hear him, or see him, but knowing he was buried in the komodo's flexing ass added another razor-sharp layer of pleasure to the righteous fucking the dog was getting.

A few minutes passed, and Dante felt his balls getting tight again. He reached back, grabbed Bruce by the scruff of his neck and dragged the pig around in front of him. "I'm abouta flood yer boy, bitch. Get on those balls." he snarled, his face lined with concentration.

"Oh fuck, yes, please, fill me up, you stud," Sam begged, already edging himself. He wanted to wait, to feel the komodo burst inside him before he crested to his own orgasm.

"Oh I'm gonna, Sammy boy, reaaaal fuckin' soon," Dante panted, jackhammering away on the dog's plush rear. Bruce lapped and sucked at his scaly scrotum, the fat orbs within tense and taut with the nearness of the komodo's second release. Bruce would feel them jerk, and Dante rumbled loudly, his back going rigid as he slammed home. "Fuckin' take this man's seed, boy!" He roared, and sent the first volley of his second nut gushing into Sam's innards. The dog gasped at the heat of it, shaking, his cock swelling in his fingers. His eyes rolled back in his head, the orgasm taking him whole, as his own dick launched its initial rope up his belly. Dante gripped Sam's thighs so tight he left small scratches in the dog's skin, his claws digging in, as he bred the dog's guts properly. Every spurt sent heat running over Sam's prostate, and the pressure of the komodo's throbs only made Sam cum harder. Bruce slobbered on Dante's cumming nuts, able to feel the pulsing in the root of his tool as the komodo nutted in his boyfriend. The pig's small cock twitched, and without so much as a touch, he began oozing his load all over his fat porcine sack between his thighs.

Eventually all three rode out their orgasms, Dante slumping on top of Sam, careless of the dog's cum that stained his tanktop. Sam wrapped his arms automatically around the komodo's back, the weight of him strangely gratifying as the dog slipped into the warm bath of his afterglow. Huddled under the table, Bruce let his mouth leave Dante's balls, looking down at the mess he'd made over his own chubby crotch and balls. Shame, embarrassment, and intense, perverse satisfaction twisted its way through the pig's guts like a living thing.

Dante gradually raised himself off of Sam, his fat, tumescent dick sliding free of the dog's ass to swing messily against his thighs. The komodo panted, grabbing the pig's discarded jacket and wiping his crotch and cock clean on the expensive fabric. He noticed the load leaking from Sam's ass, and casually shoved Bruce's face into the dog's crack. "Clean that mess, bitch," He ordered. Sam grunted, moaning a little, as his boyfriend's tongue almost instantly went to work cleaning his gaped, leaking hole.

"Now you two," Dante said, as he hiked his jeans up and tucked his cock back into his boxers. "Yer both gonna give my coworkers some fun. Got it? When you've drained their balls, yer gonna come back upstairs and find me out on the door. Then we're goin' to my place. Is that clear?" He buckled his belt, and pulled the cumstained tanktop off his chest, tossing it away. Bruce and Sam both nodded meekly. They weren't out of the woods yet. "Good. Maybe with a real man around, you two can figure out how to treat each other." he grinned at the pair, heading toward the door. A moment later, the wolf and black bear entered the room again, grinning...