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The fluorescents of the accounting firm still buzzed behind Donovan’s eyes when he pushed through the black-painted door. Bass thrummed up through the concrete floor, vibrating through his polished loafers, rattling his tired bones. The air hit him — thick with cologne, sweat, and something sweet he couldn’t name.

He blinked, letting his pupils adjust to the purple and blue strobes.

Bodies moved everywhere. Men. All men. Pressed together on a crowded dance floor, hips rolling against hips, hands sliding across clothed backs. His chest tightened. A gay club. The realization landed in his gut like a stone dropped into still water.

Donovan’s hooves scraped against the sticky floor as he turned, ready to retreat back into the anonymity of the street. But the door had already closed behind him, and the bouncer’s silhouette blocked the exit.

Just one drink. Settle your nerves. Then leave.

The bar stretched along the far wall, polished wood gleaming under warm amber lights. He ordered whiskey, neat. The glass felt small in his oversized hand — antlered head bowed, shoulders hunched, trying to make his eight-foot frame seem smaller. The tailored suit jacket pulled across his biceps as he raised the glass.

Someone bumped into him. A soft body, small, pressing against his side.

“Oh, sorry — so sorry —”

The voice was light, melodic. Donovan looked down.

The skunk was beautiful. That was his first thought, before logic caught up. Delicate features, smooth cheeks dusted with faint rouge, eyelashes long and dark, lips painted a soft rose. A silk blouse hung loose off one shoulder, revealing a slender collarbone. Tight jeans hugged slim hips.

“No trouble,” Donovan muttered, his Southern drawl thicker than intended. He turned back to his drink.

But the skunk didn’t leave. Instead, he leaned against the bar beside him, close enough that Donovan caught his scent — vanilla, something floral, and underneath, a warm musk that made his nostrils flare.

“First time here?” The skunk’s accent was crisp, British, a playful lilt in his tone.

“Shows that much?”

“The way you’re gripping that glass like it’s a lifeline.” A soft laugh. “Plus, you’re still wearing your tie.”

Donovan looked down. The silk strip hung loose around his collar, slightly crooked. He’d been too distracted to notice.

“Forgot about it.”

“Leave it on,” the skunk said. His voice dropped, just a fraction, just enough to send a curl of heat through Donovan’s chest. “It looks good on you.”

Heat crept up Donovan’s neck. He took a long swallow of whiskey instead of answering.

“I’m Kody, by the way.” The skunk extended a slender hand, nails painted a dark plum.

Donovan hesitated. Then his massive palm engulfed Kody’s fingers. “Donovan.”

Kody’s smile widened. “Big name for a big man.”

Throat tight, Donovan pulled his hand back. “I should probably —”

“Dance with me first.”

The words landed like a challenge. Kody’s eyes held his, unblinking, confident. No fear. No hesitation. Just that steady gaze, inviting, expecting.

Donovan’s heart hammered. Every instinct screamed at him to leave. This wasn’t him. He wasn’t this. He was the guy who dated women, who went to the gym, who kept his head down and followed the rules.

But the whiskey burned warm in his belly, and the bass seemed to pulse through his veins, and Kody was still watching him, head tilted, a dare hidden behind those dark eyes.

“One dance,” Donovan heard himself say.

The dance floor swallowed them.

Kody moved like water — hips swaying, arms lifting, body rolling to the rhythm in ways that made Donovan’s mouth go dry. He pressed close, back against Donovan’s chest, and the deer’s hooves scraped the floor as he tried to find a rhythm that didn’t feel clumsy.

“You’re stiff,” Kody called over the music, glancing back over his shoulder.

“I’m not much of a dancer.”

“Then let me lead.”

Kody turned, his hands sliding up Donovan’s chest, fingers tracing the lapels of his jacket. The movement brought them chest to chest, Kody’s head barely reaching Donovan’s chin. The skunk looked up at him through those long lashes, and something in Donovan’s stomach tightened.

“Better?” Kody asked.

Donovan’s throat clicked when he swallowed. “I — yeah.”

The song shifted. Something slower, heavier. Kody’s hands slipped behind Donovan’s neck, and he pulled himself closer, bodies pressing together in the half-dark. The deer’s hands hovered awkwardly at his sides, unsure where to land.

“You can touch me,” Kody murmured, lips close to Donovan’s ear. “I won’t break.”

His palms settled on Kody’s waist. The fabric of the blouse was silk-smooth under his rough fingers. Kody’s hip bones curved against his palms, slender yet solid, and a shiver ran through Donovan that had nothing to do with the air conditioning.

“See?” Kody breathed. “Not so hard.”

Donovan’s voice felt rusted. “You’re — you’re real forward.”

“Life’s too short to be shy.” Kody’s fingers combed through the short fur at the nape of Donovan’s neck, sending sparks down his spine. “And when I see something I want —”

“You don’t know me.”

“I know enough.” Kody’s lips brushed the shell of Donovan’s ear. “I know you’ve been repressing something for a long time. I can see it in the way you hold yourself. Like you’re afraid to take up space.”

Donovan’s hands tightened on Kody’s waist.

“I know you came here tonight because you were tired of pretending,” Kody continued, his voice a low purr. “And I know —” His hips rolled against Donovan’s, and the deer’s breath caught. “— that you feel something right now that you don’t have a name for.”

The music swelled. Donovan’s pulse thundered.

He should push Kody away. Should make an excuse, pay his tab, disappear into the night. But his hands wouldn’t let go. His body wouldn’t move. And when Kody took his hand and led him off the dance floor, Donovan followed like a man in a dream.

The hallway was dimmer, lined with unmarked doors. Kody pulled him past two, then three, before pressing open the fourth. A private room. Couch against the wall. Low red light.

The door clicked shut behind them.

Kody turned, pressing his palms flat against Donovan’s chest, looking up at him with those dark eyes.

“I want to show you something,” he said. “But you have to trust me.”

Donovan’s mouth was dry as sand. “What kind of something?”

Kody smiled, slow and knowing. “The kind that’ll change how you see yourself.”

His fingers moved to Donovan’s belt buckle, working it loose with practiced ease. The deer’s hand shot out, catching Kody’s wrist.

“Wait —”

“Don’t want to?”

The question hung between them. Donovan’s breath came shallow, his mind screaming warnings, but his body — his body leaned into Kody’s touch like a flower toward the sun.

“I don’t —” He swallowed. “I’ve never done this before.”

Kody’s expression softened. “Then let me take care of you.”

His hand slipped free of Donovan’s grip, resuming its work. The belt came open with a soft clink. Kody’s fingers found the button of his slacks, the zipper, sliding down with deliberate slowness.

Donovan’s eyes stayed locked on Kody’s hands, watching his own vulnerability being exposed.

“I’m going to show you what you’ve been missing,” Kody whispered, sinking to his knees. “And by the time I’m done, you’re going to forget every doubt you ever had.”

Donovan’s antlers scraped the ceiling as he threw his head back, a shudder wracking his frame.

Kody’s fingers hooked the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down.

The cool air hit Donovan’s half-hard cock, and he gasped. His thick shaft twitched against his belly, already leaking at the tip despite his racing nerves. The contrast of the room’s chilled air against his heated skin made his balls tighten instinctively. He could feel Kody’s breath ghosting over his exposed flesh—close enough to tease, not yet close enough to touch.

Kody’s painted lips curved into a smirk as he took in the sight. "Look at you," he murmured, voice dripping with amusement. "All that muscle, all that size, and here you are shaking like a virgin." His fingers traced the vein running along the underside of Donovan’s cock, feather-light, barely there. The deer’s hips jerked forward involuntarily, chasing the contact.

"Fuck—" Donovan choked out, his grip tightening on the back of the couch. His antlers scraped the ceiling again as he fought the urge to thrust into empty air. Kody chuckled, low and knowing, before finally—finally—wrapping his slender fingers around the base.

"You’re bigger than I expected," Kody mused, giving a slow, experimental stroke. "But don’t worry, daddy. I can take it." The pet name sent an electric jolt through Donovan’s spine. His cock throbbed in Kody’s grip, already swelling fuller, harder, as if desperate for more.

Kody leaned in, his breath hot against the leaking tip. "Let’s see how much of me you can handle."

Kody's lips sealed around Donovan's cockhead with a filthy pop, his tongue swirling around the swollen ridge in tight, practiced circles. The deer's massive thighs trembled as Kody took him deeper, inch by torturous inch, his throat working to accommodate Donovan's girth. A strangled groan tore from Donovan's chest when Kody's nose finally pressed against his lower belly, the skunk's slender fingers digging into his hips to hold him steady.

"Jesus fuck—" Donovan choked out, his antlers scraping the ceiling as his head snapped back. Kody hummed around him, the vibration traveling straight to his balls, making them draw up tight. The skunk's dark eyes flicked upward, watching every twitch of Donovan's face as he began to bob his head in slow, deliberate strokes. Each withdrawal left Donovan's cock glistening with spit before Kody plunged down again, taking him deeper each time until his lips met his own fingers at the base.

Kody pulled off with an obscene wet sound, his tongue laving at the thick vein running along the underside. "Look at you," he purred, giving the shaft a firm squeeze that made Donovan's hips jerk. "So fucking desperate already." He dragged his tongue from root to tip, swirling around the leaking slit before sucking just the head back into his mouth, teasing with little kitten licks that had Donovan's claws digging into the couch.

The contrast was maddening—one moment Kody's mouth was tight and hot, taking him to the hilt with ease, the next he was pulling back to trace the sensitive ridge with just the tip of his tongue. Donovan's breath came in ragged pants, his entire body strung tight as a bowstring. When Kody suddenly swallowed him whole again, his throat flexing around the thick intrusion, Donovan saw stars.

"That's it, daddy," Kody murmured around his cock, the vibrations making Donovan's knees nearly buckle. "Just let go. I've got you." His fingers found Donovan's balls, rolling the heavy sac in his palm while his other hand worked the base in tandem with his mouth. The dual stimulation was too much—Donovan could feel the pressure building low in his gut, his muscles coiling tight as Kody worked him relentlessly toward the edge.

Kody's smirk widened as Donovan's cock pulsed angrily in the air between them, thick veins standing out against the flushed shaft. The skunk made a show of licking his lips, letting the deer watch as his tongue dragged slowly over the plum-colored polish of his nails. "Look at you," he purred, blowing cool air across the slick head, making Donovan's entire body shudder. "All that muscle and you're this close to blowing your load from just a little mouth work." His fingers trailed down the length, collecting the pearly beads of precum before bringing them to his own lips with an exaggerated suck.

The humiliation burned hotter than the pleasure. Donovan's ears flattened against his skull as he watched Kody savor his taste, those dark eyes locked onto his with predatory amusement. "F-fuck you," he growled, but the effect was ruined by how his hips jerked forward, desperately seeking friction. Kody just laughed—a rich, melodic sound that went straight to Donovan's throbbing cock.

"Patience, daddy," Kody crooned, pressing a teasing kiss to the swollen tip. "I want you dripping before I let you come." His slender fingers wrapped around the base in a tight grip, squeezing just enough to make Donovan whimper. "Besides," he added, nuzzling against the thick shaft, his breath hot against sensitive skin, "I haven't even shown you my real party trick yet."

Donovan's breath hitched as Kody suddenly leaned back, his free hand moving to the button of his own tight jeans. The skunk made slow work of it, popping the button with deliberate fingers before dragging the zipper down inch by torturous inch. The denim parted to reveal a straining bulge that made Donovan's mouth go dry—the fabric stretched obscenely over what could only be an impossible thickness.

"See something you like?" Kody purred, palming himself through the material with a satisfied groan. The motion made Donovan's own neglected cock twitch violently, a fresh string of precum connecting it to his stomach. The skunk's smirk turned wicked as he noticed. "Oh, you do. But don't worry your pretty little head—" He leaned forward again, tongue flicking out to catch the droplet forming at Donovan's slit, "—I'll take care of all your needs tonight."

The promise in those words sent a fresh wave of heat through Donovan's body. His claws tore through the couch fabric as Kody finally—mercifully—took him back into that sinful mouth, swallowing him down to the root in one smooth motion. The skunk's throat convulsed around him, hot and tight and perfect, and Donovan nearly sobbed with relief as those talented lips began their devastating work once more.

Kody hollowed his cheeks, creating a vacuum that made Donovan's vision blur at the edges. The skunk's nose pressed flush against the deer's lower belly, his throat working in slow, deliberate swallows that massaged every inch of Donovan's throbbing length. Fuck, it was too much—the wet heat, the teasing flick of Kody's tongue along his sensitive underside, the way those dark eyes watched him unravel with every bob of his head. Donovan's hips jerked forward instinctively, seeking deeper, harder, but Kody's hands pinned him firmly against the couch, controlling the pace with infuriating precision.

"Easy, big guy," Kody murmured around his cock, pulling back just enough to let the swollen head pop free with an obscene sound. His lips glistened with spit, plum-colored nails digging into Donovan's trembling thighs. "You'll get what you need when I say so." The skunk's tongue swirled around the leaking tip, collecting the bitter-salt precum before swallowing it down with a satisfied hum. "And right now, what you need is to learn some patience."

Donovan's antlers scraped the ceiling as he threw his head back, a strangled groan tearing from his throat when Kody suddenly took him deep again—no teasing, no mercy, just that perfect, tight heat swallowing him whole. The skunk's fingers found his balls again, rolling the heavy sac while his other hand worked the base in tandem with his mouth. The dual stimulation was maddening, every nerve in Donovan's body alight with desperate need. His claws shredded the couch cushions as Kody set a brutal rhythm, his throat flexing around Donovan's girth like it was made for him.

"Gonna—" Donovan choked out, his muscles coiling tight as the pressure built low in his gut. Kody's eyes flicked up, dark and knowing, and he purred around Donovan's cock—the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to the deer's core.

The skunk pulled off at the last second, leaving Donovan throbbing and empty, a broken whimper escaping his lips. "Not yet," Kody murmured, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His smirk was downright predatory as he watched Donovan's cock twitch angrily in the air between them, desperate for release. "We're just getting started."

Donovan's cock throbbed in the empty air, abandoned and aching. The tip flushed an angry purple, swollen thick as Kody's cruel grip had left him. Precum drooled in a steady stream down his shaft, pooling at the base where his briefs lay bunched around his thighs. Every nerve in his body screamed for touch—for release—but the skunk just watched him with those knowing dark eyes, licking the taste of him from his plum-painted lips.

"Please—" The word tore from Donovan's throat before he could stop it. His Southern drawl came out thick and desperate, nothing like the controlled baritone he used at the office. "I need—I can't—"

Kody's smirk widened, showing teeth. "You can. And you will." He rose to his feet in one fluid motion, his slender body pressing flush against Donovan's trembling frame. The skunk's silk blouse brushed against the deer's exposed cock, the cool fabric making him hiss. "But first, you're going to learn what it means to give up control."

Donovan's antlers scraped the ceiling as Kody's fingers found his nipples through his dress shirt. The touch was light—too light—and the deer's hips jerkked forward seeking friction that wasn't there. Kody laughed, a melsound that made Donovan's balls ache.

"Look at you," the skunk purred, rolling the hardened buds between his thumbs and forefingers. "All that muscle. All that size. And you're putty in my hands." He twisted, hard enough to make Donovan gasp. "Tell me what you want, daddy. Use your words."

Donovan's mouth opened. Closed. His face burned with shame. He'd never—this wasn't—he was a grown man, forty-seven years old, senior partner at his firm. He didn't beg. He didn't—

"Tell me," Kody repeated, dropping one hand to wrap around Donovan's cock. His grip was loose, barely there, and the deer's hips stuttered forward trying to chase more pressure. "Or I walk out that door and leave you like this." His thumb swiped across the leaking slit, collecting precum before bringing it to his own lips. "Hmm. Delicious. But I bet you'd rather come, wouldn't you?"

"God—" Donovan's claws tore through the remaining intact portions of the couch. "Please. Please, I need—"

"Need what?" Kody's hand moved in a slow, torturous stroke—base to tip, squeezing just enough to make Donovan's vision blur. "Need to come? Need me to fuck you?" He laughed again at Donovan's stricken expression. "Oh, don't look so surprised. I could smell it on you the moment you walked in. You've been waiting your whole life for someone to take you apart."

Donovan's throat worked. "I'm not—I've never—"

"I know." Kody's other hand slid down to cup his balls, rolling the heavy sac in his palm. "And that makes it even better." He leaned up, lips brushing the shell of Donovan's ear. "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else. By the time I'm done, you'll be begging me to fuck you in the middle of that dance floor."

The words shouldn't have made Donovan's cock throb harder. They shouldn't have made fresh precum spill down Kody's knuckles. But they did, and Kody noticed.

"Oh, you like that." The skunk's grip tightened, stroking faster now. "You like the idea of being used. Of being humiliated." His thumb pressed hard against the sensitive frenulum. "You've been pretending for so long, haven't you? Playing the successful straight man. Dating women who can't satisfy you. Going through the motions while this—" He gave Donovan's cock a cruel squeeze. "—goes untouched."

"F-fuck—" Donovan's hips pistoned into Kody's fist, chasing his release. The pressure built low in his gut, his balls drawing up tight. He was close—so fucking close—

Kody's hand disappeared.

Donovan sobbed. Actually sobbed, his massive frame shuddering as his cock twitched uselessly in the air. The orgasm retreated, leaving him harder and more desperate than before. His thighs trembled. Sweat dripped down his temples, soaking into his rumpled collar.

"Not yet," Kody murmured, pressing a kiss to Donovan's jaw. "We're going to play a game first." He stepped back, reaching into his back pocket to retrieve a small foil packet. A condom. "Every time you get close, you're going to tell me. And if you come without permission—" He let the threat hang in the air.

Donovan's antlers scraped the ceiling as his head fell back. "I can't—please—I've never—"

"I know you haven't." Kody sank back to his knees, rolling the condom onto Donovan's cock with practiced ease. The latex was tight, almost too tight, and the deer hissed at the sensation. "That's why I'm being so generous. Consider this your training."

The skunk's mouth wrapped around him again, and Donovan's claws gouged fresh marks into the couch. Kody's technique was devastating—slow, wet strokes followed by hard suction, his throat working the head while his tongue traced the thick vein underneath. Each time Donovan's breathing grew ragged, each time his balls tightened, Kody pulled off with an obscene pop.

"Close?" The skunk didn't wait for an answer. He knew.

Donovan's cock pulsed in the cool air, the condom already tented with precum. The latex clung to every ridge and vein, making him look even thicker. His shaft twitched with every heartbeat.

"Good," Kody purred. "Again."

This time, he swallowed Donovan to the root in one motion, his nose pressed against the deer's lower belly. His throat massaged the head in tight, rhythmic swallows, and Donovan saw stars. His massive hands found Kody's head, claws tangling in soft fur, and the skunk hummed in approval.

"Don't you dare hold back," Kody murmured around his cock. "Give me everything."

Donovan's hips moved on their own, fucking into that tight, wet heat. He could feel his orgasm building again—faster this time, his body primed and desperate. His thighs shook. His breath came in short, sharp gasps.

"I'm—I'm gonna—"

Kody pulled off instantly.

Donovan's roar of frustration echoed off the walls. His cock jerked violently, a thick rope of precum shooting into the condom's reservoir. His balls ached. His head spun. He was losing his fucking mind.

"Third time's the charm," Kody said, wiping his mouth. His own bulge strained against his jeans, obscene and impossible. "Don't you want to see what I'm hiding?"

Donovan's eyes locked onto that straining denim. He couldn't help it. His cock twitched at the sight.

Kody laughed. "Oh, daddy. You really are a natural." He popped the button on his jeans, letting them slide down his hips. The fabric caught on something massive—thicker than Donovan's forearm and twice as long. The skunk shimmied, and finally, his cock sprang free.

Donovan's mouth went dry.

It was impossible. Twenty-six inches of thick, veined flesh, the head blunt and angry, the shaft so wide Donovan's fingers wouldn't meet if he wrapped both hands around it. Beneath it, balls the size of grapefruits hung heavy, visibly churning with cum.

"Like what you see?" Kody wrapped his hand around his own shaft, stroking lazily. "I've been told it's a lot to take. But something tells me you're up for the challenge." His dark eyes found Donovan's. "Or should I say, down for it?"

Donovan couldn't speak. Couldn't think. His own cock throbbed in its condom prison, precum pooling in the tip. He'd never seen anything like this. Never imagined—

"I can see the gears turning," Kody purred, moving closer. His massive cock brushed against Donovan's, the size difference almost comical. "You're wondering how it'll fit. Whether it'll hurt." His lips found Donovan's ear again. "It will. And you're going to thank me for every inch."

The deer's entire body trembled. His repression screamed at him to run. His cock screamed at him to stay.

Kody's hand wrapped around both their shafts, stroking them together. The friction was maddening—Kody's thick, hot flesh against his own, the skunk's precum slicking the way. His grip was too loose, too slow, and Donovan found himself thrusting into it.

"Needy little thing, aren't you?" Kody's teeth grazed Donovan's neck. "All those years of pretending you didn't want this. And now look at you. Humping my cock like a bitch in heat."

The words should have stung. Instead, they made Donovan's balls tighten.

"Tell me what you are," Kody commanded.

Donovan's face burned. "I'm not—"

"You're a desperate, repressed slut who's about to come harder than he ever has in his life." Kody's grip tightened. "Say it."

"I—" Donovan's voice cracked. "I'm a—"

"Good boy." Kody released them both, and Donovan nearly wept. "Now get on the couch. Face down. Ass up."

Donovan froze.

"I said—" Kody's hand cracked across his flank, the sound sharp in the small room. "Face. Down. Ass. Up."

The deer's massive frame moved before his brain caught up. His knees hit the stained carpet, his chest pressing into the couch cushions. Behind him, he heard Kody rummaging in his jeans.

"Lube," the skunk explained. "I'm not a monster." A cap snapped open. "Much."

Cool liquid dripped between Donovan's cheeks, and he tensed. Nothing had ever touched him there. No one had ever—

"Breathe," Kody murmured, one slender finger circling his hole. "I'm going to open you up. Make you ready for me." The finger pressed in, and Donovan gasped. It was foreign—uncomfortable—but not painful. Yet.

"See? Not so bad." Kody worked the finger in and out, coating Donovan's walls with slick. "You're tight, daddy. Really tight." A second finger joined the first, stretching him wider. "But we'll fix that."

Donovan's face burned against the cushions. He was forty-seven years old. Senior partner. A grown man who'd never had anything up his ass—never wanted—

Except now he was hard as a rock, his cock leaking through the condom, his hips pushing back against Kody's hand.

"Oh, you're a natural bottom," Kody breathed, curling his fingers. He found something—a spot—and Donovan saw white.

"FUCK—"

"There it is." Kody pressed harder, and Donovan's vision blurred. "Your prostate. Feels good, doesn't it? Better than any woman ever made you feel?"

Donovan couldn't answer. His mouth hung open, drool pooling on the couch. His cock throbbed untouched, a steady stream of precum weighing down the condom.

Kody added a third finger, then a fourth, stretching Donovan wider than he'd ever been stretched. The burn was there now—a pleasant ache that made his balls tighten. He was close again. So fucking close—

"Please—" he gasped. "I'm gonna—"

Kody's fingers withdrew instantly.

Donovan's sobs echoed off the walls. His cock jerked uselessly, a small orgasm ripping through him—just enough to spill more precum, not enough to satisfy. His balls felt like lead. His hole clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled.

"Not yet," Kody said, positioning himself. The blunt head of his massive cock pressed against Donovan's stretched entrance. "This is what you've been waiting for. What you've needed your whole life."

He pushed in.

Donovan screamed.

The stretch was impossible. Kody's cock split him open, inch by agonizing inch, and the deer's claws shredded the couch to ribbons. It burned. It ached. It felt like being unmade.

And then Kody's cock brushed his prostate.

"Oh god—" Donovan's voice broke. His cock throbbed, more precum flooding the condom. He was being torn apart and rebuilt, every nerve in his body alight with sensation.

"That's it," Kody groaned, sinking deeper. "Take it. Take every fucking inch."

He bottomed out, his grapefruit-sized balls pressed against Donovan's cheeks. The deer felt impossibly full, his belly distended with Kody's length. He could feel every vein, every ridge, every pulse of that massive shaft.

And then Kody started moving.

Each thrust drove the air from Donovan's lungs. The skunk set a brutal pace, pistoning in and out with enough force to make the couch scrape across the floor. His claws dug into Donovan's flanks, leaving marks that would bruise for days.

"Tell me what you are," Kody commanded again.

Donovan couldn't think. Could barely breathe. His body moved on instinct, hips pushing back to meet each thrust.

"I'm—I'm a—"

"Say it."

"I'm a slut!" The words tore from Donovan's throat. "I'm a desperate, repressed slut and I need your cock!"

Kody's hand cracked across his flank again. "Better."

The orgasm built like a tidal wave. Donovan's cock swung between his legs, heavy and neglected, the condom swinging with each thrust. His balls ached. His hole clenched. He was close—so fucking close—

"Please—" he begged. "Please let me come—"

Kody's pace increased. "You want to come, daddy? You want me to fill you up?"

"Yes! God, yes—"

"Then come for me. Come like the desperate bottom you are."

Donovan's world shattered.

His cock erupted inside the condom, rope after rope of thick cum filling the latex. His hole clenched around Kody's shaft, spasming as his orgasm tore through him. His vision went white. His screams echoed off the walls.

And Koby kept fucking him through it, chasing his own release.

"You're mine now," the skunk growled, thrusts growing erratic. "Say it."

"I'm yours—" Donovan sobbed, oversensitive and wrecked. "All yours—"

Kody buried himself to the hilt and roared.

Donovan felt it—hot, thick cum flooding his insides. Gallons of it, filling him impossibly full. His belly distended further, round and tight with Kody's load. The condom wrapped around his own cock couldn't contain it all—his cum mixed with Kody's, leaking around the skunk's shaft and dripping onto the floor.

They stayed locked together, gasping for breath. Kody's cock softened inside him, but the sheer volume of cum kept him plugged. Donovan felt floaty. Wrecked. Changed.

"That's a good boy," Kody murmured, pressing a kiss between Donovan's shoulder blades. "You did so well for your first time."

Donovan couldn't respond. His body trembled, his cock still twitching in its ruined condom. His hole gaped when Kody finally pulled out, cum flooding onto the floor in a rush.

"You made a mess, daddy," Kody said, voice thick with amusement. "You're going to need to be punished for that."

Donovan's spent cock twitched.

"Again?" Kody laughed, wrapping his hand around both of them. "Insatiable."

They were just getting started.