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Bucker’s Audition By Zwoosh Despite the idle swell surrounding the haphazard set, Bucker’s attention barely strayed from the hyena’s lower half. While there was arguably little of interest to see thanks to a modest dressing gown, the canine’s gaze had long since settled on the male’s choice in footwear. Poking beneath the white folds of the hyena’s robe was an alarming pair of leather boots. Cheap and cherry red, cut with grooves of some bland design, they were a garish stereotype of what pop culture believed a cowboy would wear. Even when standing still, there came that faint crack and creak of the shiniest and most pristine leather slowly buckling to the hyena’s size. They must have been brand new, perhaps bought that same day from some local outlet selling fancy dress and party supplies. It may have even been a two-for-one deal, Bucker surmised, judging by the near identical and maladjusted Stetson atop the hyena’s head. Yet these things did not seem to bother the male. Either out of ignorance or indifference, the hyena seemed absently comfortable as people milled about them. Unlike his would-be costar, however, the coyote-husky hybrid couldn’t help but muse if he’d been too keen to embrace the studio’s cowboy-themed brief. Insisting he could supply his own gear, everything was a far cry from what the hyena wore, a fact that complicated the already disconcerting contrast between the two men. While Bucker knew what signing up for Kingdom Studio’s amateur auditions entailed, being faced with his scene partner on a mock-up barn film set was stripping away the veneer from this pornographic reality. Somewhere in Bucker’s imagination, he’d envisioned an authentic location for filming, props and costumes meticulously chosen, every detail painstakingly poured over for the exact look, feel, and sound he yearned for… The very essence of the western frontier would thrum through every sense Bucker had as he was ridden, hard and long, by some thuggish cowboy twice his size and just as old. Instead, in a repurposed warehouse somewhere in the backend of the city, he had stepped into a distressingly white collar world. A well-dressed runner had thrust medical documentation and consent forms into his paws, his signature scratched in blotchy ink, all as he was led deeper into this absurdly professional operation. In minutes, he had been drawn through windowless corridors past innumerable closed doors, only to find himself on the most criminally generic stage. Straw threads scattered across the floor, picked and plucked from tired bales that lay conspicuously stacked to fashion a makeshift. Faux wooden panels stretched along the furthest edge, fanning outward to make way for a parade of cameras and lights. Even now, they seemed to lean and stretch to where Bucker sat on an errant bale, incessantly watching second by second while he waited. He’d been asked to strip - ordered, practically - save for the obvious exceptions, provided only a laundered gown of his own instead of the privacy to disrobe. It would have been moot, he realized, but he was amidst a crowd of young, virile talent, both before and behind the cameras. Though he had been beguiled by how salacious and affirming it seemed to star in his very own porno, his age now itched through his bones. It insisted to him that he was the outlier, an anomaly that didn’t belong. A man like him, somewhere in his thirties and in matching shape, had no reason to be in the company of someone who probably wasn’t even old enough to drink. Certainly not someone like Alec Ash. As familiar as he was with Kingdom Studio’s typical cast, Bucker had convinced himself that he’d be easily paired with any one of his favorite stars. In spite of a lackluster set and novelty gear, it wouldn’t matter so long as the likes of Cade Carmine, Victor Varden, or even Sebastian Stone walked through those doors. Rugged, seasoned men who had long since proven their mettle on camera, men whom the canine had previously only ever appreciated from the other side of a screen, men who had made sizeable contributions to many questionable fantasies… When the hyena sauntered onto set, however, Bucker feared those fantasies were going to remain as such. Alec was new. Younger than Bucker, the canine recalled, though he couldn’t remember an exact figure. He’d never seen any of the male’s films before; he’d never been compelled to, not even from sheer curiosity. For all Bucker really knew, the hyena was some college dropout making ends meet or a wannabe frat boy living the porn star dream. After a courteous grunt and a jerked nod to Bucker, Alec had stood by just as patiently as the canine, albeit with vacant eyes and a somehow bored expression. There was little more he could discern beyond what he saw, the hyena’s body shrouded by its robe as if to taunt Bucker’s wandering eyes. The only thing he could conclude with the faintest trace of hope was that Alex, if nothing else, was just big. Yet the route his train of thought had begun to take came to a disabling halt as the once constant hum of activity ebbed away. Voices came from behind the glaring lights, faceless and indistinct, though unmistakably directed at both Bucker and Alec. “Alright, we’re good to go.” Despite all signs having pointed to the contrary, the hyena appeared to immediately get in the zone. Sharp eyes, tight jaw, wrought paws, uncannily like a machine, it was as if a switch had been flicked. “Paperwork’s sorted, checks came back clean, and we’re already behind schedule.” For the first time, Alec spoke, using actual words to form an actual sentence. It was enough to leave Bucker disarmed as he stared up at the hyena in odd disbelief. “No worries, bro. I got you.” Like a predator finally spotting its prey, Alec’s head turned terrifyingly fast. A piercing glare of mellow brown locked to meet Bucker’s face, the man’s lips curling into a smile caught somewhere between unnatural giddiness and palpable lust. “And try to stay in character this time.” There came an exasperated scoff, the unseen voice finishing in a mutter, “We can’t do reshoots after you break them.” “Bet.” Alec’s fingers were already prying at his robe, unwinding the knot that had so far kept everything hidden. The canine hybrid’s eyes flitted down to his paws, up to his gaze, down once more, oscillating endlessly between the two as if he had stalled. “Ah’m Alec.” He was forcing some drawled, misplaced accent, slight enough to notice, but bland enough to be ignored, thankfully. “Uh, old man?” Old man… old ma-… old?! In a moment, Bucker’s resolve became ironclad. Regardless of whether or not he belonged on that cheap set, he wasn’t about to let some greenhorn Belvidere get the better of him. He steadied himself, centered his voice down in his chest, and leveled back the hyena’s stare. “I’m Bucker, b’hoy.” The robe’s cord loosened, its ends slipping just a fraction, enough to add slack to the fabric to tease… The canine’s paws shot to Alec’s paws, leaving him no choice but to relent and let the other male take over. Wound across his fingers and pivoting with his thumb, Bucker released whatever tension was left in the fabric. In swift succession, the gown crested the sides of the hyena’s immaculately taut stomach as it slid apart. He leaned back for a clearer view, taking in as much of the man as he could, just as Alec shrugged the gown from his shoulders and kicked it off the stage. Bucker did his best to keep his composure and prayed it was enough to mask the astonishment, anticipation, and dread from the invading cameras. He was surprised that he had been right. Alec was big. Very big. Standing in apparent triumph with his fists at his hips, Alec revelled in both Bucker’s and the camera’s gaze as they drank in the sight of him. Maybe the coyote-husky would have been right once upon a time when he declared the hyena as some glorified jock. His heavyset build had all the hallmarks of dedicated training, leaving Alec the gift of what may well have been lifelong muscles thicker than Bucker himself. Everywhere seemed to squeeze and surge with the most matter-of-fact strength, as if the hyena was oblivious to the raw power rippling under his spotted pelt whenever he so much as breathed or blinked. But it seemed that time had broken Alec free of this muscled mold, a better fit now as a flunking dropout as Bucker had guessed. Where the canine had expected to see the likes of trimmed washboard abdominals, he instead met the gentle mound of an early gut shadowing his groin. In time, Bucker could see it doubling and tripling in size, imagining Alec’s potential as more the strongman type than a bodybuilder. Alec had a promising future if he followed this path before him, rising to join the likes of Victor or Sebastian… Lost in stunned and affronted silence, Bucker’s dismissed fantasies roared back to life. Between the hems of his robe, the canine felt his erection throb into the open air. He felt each and every pulse of blood, its piercing held tight in place, exposing the extent of the man’s arousal for Alec and the cameras swarming closer to see. Bucker lipped his lips anxiously, acutely aware of how quickly and distressingly hard he was, and all because of some young upstart. Yet he didn’t resist when the hyena’s paws latched his gown’s lapels, dragging him to his boots, Alec pulling the two of them closer than ever before. Frustratingly, he still towered above the canine, forcing him to either crane his neck and hold the hyena’s stare or trade that discomfort for the entrancing indignity of basking in his chest. The former lasted mere seconds before Bucker dropped his head, his muzzle brushing into the hot, pert contours of Alec’s pectorals. He smelled too clean, an ostensibly masculine stench of deodorant or cologne doused any sign of sweat or musk, another crack in the cowboy angle the studio had supposedly promised. Like his accent, Bucker pushed through it, just as he felt Alec’s paws lower down his robe in a bid to undress him. Again, he didn’t resist. Instead, he wrapped his arms around the hyena’s waist, or at least attempted to. His paws could barely reach the small of his back, left outstretched as far as they could, idly caressing the heft of Alec’s rump. In the back of his mind, as he felt himself being stripped to just his gear, Bucker mused that the hyena’s ass was as impossibly thick and mighty as the rest of him. Everything about Alec’s body seemed to defy every expectation the canine had. Something grazed his dick. Something wet, heavy, and somehow still soft… At least, for now. A whisper burned in his ear, the hyena leaning close so that only Bucker could hear. “Fuck the reshoots. Ah’m gonna break ya.” Alec was big, but he was getting bigger. With the hyena satisfied in reducing them both to nothing more than their hats and boots, his paws shoved against Bucker’s chest, measured but firm. The canine stumbled back onto the bed once more, though the added force had sent him further back, just enough for him to be perfectly positioned for Alec’s advance. Raising one boot and indignantly stomping it atop the closest bale, Alec stretched smugly so that the canine could finally take in the view he’d been most desperate to see. His legs were spread wide, the meat of his muscles and gut parting to reveal the ungodly fattened sag of his sheath. A bloated, heaving sack hung low from his crotch, the combined weight of both balls taking with it Alec’s cock. Its tip was already breathing the fresh air, easing its way between folds of fur, and Bucker could only stare. He felt as if he couldn’t move as he watched the hyena’s flesh, following its already thickened head that reached further and further toward him. The shaft kept widening, kept growing, kept throbbing, right until it fell victim to gravity. Its sheer weight swung it down as low as his nuts, though with every thundering beat of the hyena’s heart, it reared upward like the monster it was. When it finally rose to its fullest height, punching upright and straight for Bucker, he was still rooted in place. Alec was big. He was too big. With only his eyes as a measure, Bucker struggled to believe its size. Somehow, the hyena’s cock was as thick and long as his thigh. Alec could have matched, maybe even surpassed, his own colleagues and their endowments at the studio, and all this time, Bucker had been robbed and spared of witnessing it for himself. Now he faced it in the flesh, not through a screen like all the others, not from some silicone replica. Bucker’s mind feverishly churned, racing toward a decision that had every possibility of leaving life-changing consequences… Its length, maybe he could, he might have had bigger. But that girth… the brutal, vicious girth… Alec was going to break him. While his cock defiantly jutted in Bucker’s direction, the hyena eased an arm towards his propped-up boot, his fingers sliding into the gap of its collar. Perhaps the ill-fitting size had been intentional after all, the canine considered, when Alec’s paw retrieved a small, innocuous bottle in his palm. An absent label of any kind meant Bucker could readily see some clear, colorless liquid that swam within the glass. The sight of it alone, however, was enough to lead the canine’s suspicions, only to have them promptly confirmed as Alec loosened its cap and lifted the bottle’s neck to his nose. The hyena’s chest heaved as his nose took one mighty snort after another, greedily breathing in the unmistakably acrid fumes from within. Each sniff seemed to bury down the man’s body, as the slab of meat between his legs surged in time with every breath. The canine was familiar with that scent and the feelings that followed it, a sensation that now bristled and simmered through Alec. But the spark of envy had barely enough time to sputter before the hyena had resealed the bottle while straddling where Bucker lay. “Ah’m gonna need ya on all fours, pard’ner.” Lukewarm glass was pressed into his paw, just as the other fist impatiently grappled and turned at his waist. “Yer in fer the ride of yer life.” Whether Bucker would have willingly turned or not was moot, as the hyena’s hold robbed him of the choice. He found himself facing away from the cameras and lights, though it offered little reprieve as he felt Alec’s boots kick at his knees to widen his stance. Digits brushed along his tail, a body sidled closer to his rear, and the canine’s heart rang so loud in his ears he felt they might burst. Carefully, hastily, his paws went to the bottle of poppers he’d squeezed into his palm, the apprehension already assuring him that his tension was well-placed. But the hyena’s fist tightened, claws digging into his waist, dragging him back to the reality he was running from, “Ah’d save ‘em fer when ya need ‘em, friend.” Bucker’s blood ran cold. Something indescribably hard, wet, and large kissed the crook of his buttocks. “You’s can thank me later.” Fighting the urge to disregard the hyena’s words, the canine hybrid settled back onto all fours, though his thumb fidgeted between the polished glass and grained cap. It was a sufficient reminder of the lifeline in his grasp, and one he squeezed tight once again as Alec leaned his weight into Bucker. Unconsciously, with a slow, drawled hiss, he readied himself as best he could while the hyena slid his head between Bucker’s cheeks and down to his rim. He might have blurted out a suggestion for lube had Alec not been as fast as he was, nor did it seem necessary when the man’s drooling tip left painted trails of pre everywhere it touched. Bucker could feel the hot, slick pressure building at his hole, the hyena bearing more of his hips against the canine’s, with steady paws holding them both in place until one of them was inevitably defeated. It was never a fair fight, of course, and the victor’s cock surged bluntly into the battered hole before it. Though it was maybe an inch or less, the sudden invasion was enough to rip the air from Bucker’s chest and stab through every nerve like lightning. Bucker’s body seized and shuddered in frenetic discomfort as no single sense or sensation seemed to correlate with anything he could recognize. At least, not at first, but through slow, ragged pants, he could feel one particular experience rising above the noise. It was unpleasant and unwelcome, but it was tangible, and he clung to it as much as his paw resisted the poppers clutched in his paw. Pain. There was pain. Sharp and bright, but unnervingly familiar, like an old friend he’d desperately tried to forget. As Bucker’s ass felt like it might split in two around the hyena’s fat cock, he beckoned that pain closer. The memory of taking his first toy, then his first real man, and even graduating to larger and larger species… The agony was one he’d not felt for quite some time, and he almost fondly welcomed it back into his staggering heart. “Now’s that was just the tip.” Alec’s breathing was marginally just as labored as the canine’s, but he didn’t even try to hide the primal need in his voice as he creased their bodies tighter together, “Let’s see ya take the rest.” Almost immediately, just as the hyena began to push, Bucker’s innards bloomed in excruciating delight. Once more, he found himself gasping for air, knuckles ground into the bed beneath him, all paling in comparison to the overpowering reflex rocking through him to buck away from Alec’s cock. Yet through gritted teeth and indignant resolve, Bucker stood his ground, allowing the hyena’s fat, cruel flesh to impale him slowly but surely. He couldn’t bring himself to lean back, however, but it was enough. Enough for Alec to throttle and wrestle every bloated, swollen inch into the canine’s guts. There just wasn’t the room for him, though; there wasn’t enough give, no matter how fervently Bucker held his own, nor how much Alec blugdeoned at his anatomy. As the once warm, enveloping blanket of pain snapped to a shrill point, the canine gave in, convinced that it was now or never to feed his carnal urges or be forced to surrender. Bucker didn’t think, he didn’t listen, his mind wrought itself around Alec’s cock as much as his own hole did, just as he took the deepest breath he could from the open poppers. Where agony had been a long-forgotten friend, the fume’s heavy waves and the accompanying haze of delirium were like a fated soulmate. Bucker measured every inhale and exhale as best he could, but even he couldn’t hold back from being greedy. Though he could already feel his temples begin to thump and his vision prickled out of focus, the canine savored the sweltering rush burning through his blood, bubbling in every vein in time with his heart. The pain still lingered, a resolute reminder that Bucker would be wise not to lose sight of, but now there was something euphoric underneath. His body was not quite his own, as if it were slipping into an ethereal mire, all while things began to loosen and relax… “Well, shit.” It was Alec’s voice. It must have been, it couldn’t have been the cameraman drifting into view… “You’s really do want breakin’ bad.” The hyena was deeper. Despite the impossible stretch around his girth, how deep he already was, and how much more he had left to feed into Bucker’s body, he was all the same deeper in the canine. Bucker squirmed feverishly, unwittingly sliding his rump back amidst his throes to meet the hyena’s rutting hips, as he felt that heavy mass inside him strike at something new. Alec didn’t seem to acknowledge the moment, nor did Bucker have the strength to call out, but he felt it deep inside. That same brutal head now pressed at an inner sphincter in the canine’s bowels, a point few could ever reach, where his innards began to bend to join his colon. With the poppered high still ebbing its way through him, however, there were no inhibitions to hold him back, the canine whining softly through the alien stretch of untempered muscles. Even as Alec broke him in two at his rim, the hyena took Bucker’s efforts to go deeper as the willing consent he needed to follow his lead. Through a messy tempo of rough thrusts, short and savage, in desperation to finally reach the end of their ordeal, the hyena speared through into that deepest recess. There was fresh, unquenchable pain flourishing in its stead, barely tamed by heady snorts of the poppers once more, but Bucker could feel him. The hyena was dangerously deep inside, the weight of his flesh smothering the canine’s abdominal wall from within, his head probing up to his navel, almost as if Alec’s cock dared to fill what little space there was inside the man’s gut. Bucker could feel cold sweat beading against his skin, acutely aware of the fatigue now gnawing at his body as much as the anxious pain. Regrettably, though he could be convinced that he’d stumble on a second wind, it felt as if there was nothing more he could give that hadn’t already been ransacked from him. But he could also feel the flush, tensing muscle of Alec’s body against his own. The lip of his stomach pursed upon his tailbone, his heavy balls swallowed Bucker’s own sack, as their bodies slathered together with pre plastered across cheeks and crotch alike. Bucker could barely breathe, yet as each second reluctantly crept by, the discomfort lessened almost imperceptibly. Not enough to spare him the agony, but enough to bear what was to come… “To the root!” The hyena declared triumphantly. He was inconceivably loud, seemingly indifferent to the man’s plight beneath him, but then they were already too far gone for that to matter. “Not bad, pard’ner.” One paw released Bucker’s waist, Alec’s shadow revealing how the male took a hold of his hat in a ceremonious flourish, almost like he was saddled atop a feral steed. The canine hybrid licked his lips, taking a dry swallow as he braced for what was next. “Now it’s time to ride ya ‘til yer broken.” Mercifully, Bucker snatched a quick, fleeing sniff of the poppers, doubling his dose between each nostril, before Alec shifted behind him. The sensation was grotesque and guttural, as the unholy heft of meat squatting in Bucker’s guts began to move with renewed vigor. The hyena had already succeeded in carving a tunnel through his insides at this point, so now it came down to Alec’s whims. He could decide how hard and fast he could be, safe in the knowledge that Bucker’s ass was stretched beyond recognition around his cock. The canine must have surely fit like the proverbial glove, albeit one cowed into strangled silence as Alec dragged his cock back through his ass until its tip kissed his ruined rim. There wasn’t even a moment’s pause before he slammed back inside. Straight to the deepest point, Alec muscled the canine’s rear into his groin and smothered their bodies close, his nuts colliding hard with Bucker’s as if to punctuate the ferocity in progress. The hyena rolled back and forth, crushing whatever was left of Bucker’s guts into an even more unrecognizable pulp that churned with pre and flecks of spit from overhead. Bucker clawed and clutched at whatever he could while Alec rode him hard, the younger male descending into garbled moans and rancid snarls while doing exactly what he had promised. Alec rode Bucker. He was ruthless. He was indomitable. But this wasn’t how he would break him. Though his cock still slid and sloughed through Bucker’s guts, he could feel the hyena’s speed and power subsiding. With barely the strength to crane his neck, the canine stole a glance over one shoulder, squinting against the wall of light behind them both. He tried not to fixate on the cameras that continued to record his defilement, and instead, he focused on Alec’s faint silhouette. His details were just above a blur, his movements still unrepentant as Bucker watched, but the canine found his gaze drifting to Alec’s paw. With the hat returned to his head, it was now free to do as it pleased… He couldn’t have seen the hyena’s expression, but Bucker was certain it was one of smug delight. Abjectly, Bucker could only watch as first Alec spat on his paw, then lowered his arm to the canine’s ravaged ass. “Should’a mentioned,” the hyena snickered, low and sly, as if intending for only Bucker to hear, “Ah like to jack it when I cum.” Against the struggling tightness of his rim, the canine felt new pressure. Fingers pried at the muscle, stretching it even further than before, refusing to be denied entry alongside the dick’s mass. “Ya don’t mind, d’ya?” His mouth opened, daring to speak at long last, but the words were cut from his tongue as Alec’s paw ground its way inside. Bucker writhed in place, unable to escape the hyena’s cock and fist now locking them from within. With his head hung and dribbling through frantic, breathless groans, he could only think how broken he felt as Alec’s paw snagged its way until it had a good enough hold of his own meat from inside the canine’s ass. His rim radiated with pain as it sank against both the hyena’s cock and his wrist, his body even weakly pushed back as Bucker’s instincts took over, but it was no good. Alec was firmly inside him now, and he sloppily rutted his meat into his own grasp. It was no better than common masturbation, only now Bucker’s abused guts were added to the mix, a sleeve of warm flesh for an extra layer of sensation. Crude and cruel as it was, it was working. Alec’s breathing lost its pace, his thrusts more desperate and inconsistent, all as he rammed his last inch over and over into Bucker’s deepest hole. He slumped into the bed, damp with sweat, and his body begging for no more, just as Alec growled at the top of his lungs. It rattled through them both, the sheer force of it nipping at Bucker’s bones, but the hyena’s orgasm wasn’t far behind. It tore through Bucker as much as it did Alec, the hyena planting his cock deep and unloading a torrent of seed into the canine’s broken ass. A thick, slimy heat blossomed into Bucker’s guts in successive bursts, the hyena leaning in as much as he could so that every shot could be spent inside the male. But as the uncomfortable wet heat built in his stomach, the canine trembled, his instincts acting out against him once more, as there was nowhere left for Alec’s load to go. Working back through him, Bucker pressed his face into the soiled bedspread, discomfort racking through his belly as warm seed was flushed from his bowels. Even with his hole stretched around Alec’s wrist, there was no strength left to stop the flood, Bucker groaning blindly as he felt the slimy heat splatter between their bodies and then drench both their legs. It only worsened when Alec pulled his fist from the canine’s sloppy hole, removing what little that plugged his ass and stepping back to admire the aftermath. As Bucker lay in a pool of the hyena’s cum, quivering as the open air licked at his gaping hole, he could just about pick out the voices from before. “Fuck’s sake, Alec, what did I say?” “Sorry, bro, I got in the zone.” That was Alec. Dropping the accent and disregarding the sight of Bucker before him, he resumed the same simple-minded persona he’d feigned from before. “You got the shots though?” There were soft, wary murmurs. “We… think so?” Bucker’s heart skipped a beat. “You kept blocking us, so can’t say for sure.” “We’ll reshoot it then. Just to be safe.” “Shit, Alec, look at him. I don’t thi-” “Don’t worry.” There was a weight pressing back behind him, a shadow falling over where Bucker lay, and somehow, the hyena’s hard cock was already hungrily sliding at his cum-slick hole. “I ain’t broken him yet.” The husky-coyote wheezed as he felt his ass numbly yield to Alec’s fat flesh, “This cowboy can ride again.”