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The foxwolf wiped the back of his paw across his mouth, his chin sopping wet with the same liquid that had coursed down his neck and gathered in a small pool under his legs. This rug underneath him had already been soaked through once before, maybe ten or fifteen minutes ago - and he had been in the middle of that, too.

In front of him, the big Arcanine rolled his foreskin back and forth over the head of his thick cock, squeezing out the last of his drops of piss; a finger beckoning brought the foxwolf forward to finish the job for him. It was the same taste that already weighed his tongue down and clung to his nostrils and the back of his throat, something bright and rich, definitely salty and musky over a hint of bitterness. At least this Arcanine's mark had been easier to swallow than what had come before...

The foxwolf swallowed again. Across the room lying down against the wall was that feral mutt, Marvin, with the contoured reddish-pink flesh of his cock still visible protruding from his sheath. The foxwolf's lips had been affixed around that cock just a few minutes before, and after swallowing down the dog's seed, he'd straightened up and looked up to see this same Arcanine in the position he now held, foreskin half-rolled back and cock angled down towards his muzzle. Needless to say, his belly felt _considerably_fuller than it had before; hard to tell how long the Arcanine had been holding it, but given the richness of his piss against the volume... maybe he just had a large bladder.

"Rachen."

His ears perked upon hearing his name, and he turned around. Two German shepherds lounged side-by-side on the couch, one with his phone raised and the other with his paw around his own hard cock; two African wild dogs, brothers, if he had heard right, stood nearby, each with an arm around the other - those two had arrived just in time to see Marvin, the feral, raise his leg on Rachen and empty his bladder onto him and his tongue; and then near them stood a familiar older wolf.

It was this wolf who had called his name, and he motioned at the wild dogs. "Why don't you get acquainted with our new visitors? I'm sure they'd love a piece of the action."

Rachen swallowed down the last of the Arcanine's piss and licked his lips again. At the start of all this he'd felt rather shy - who wouldn't, after being stripped in front of a handful of strangers he'd never seen before? - but now, after everything that had happened... well, he still did feel some of that shyness, just less acutely. Now, with the rich odors of Arcanine and feral dog piss tickling at his nose from his fur, as well as his own hard cock twitching between his legs, there wasn't much that could embarrass him further. "Yes, Mr. Bronson."

"Wow, already?" One of the wild dogs removed his arm from his brother's shoulders and started forward, moving his paws down to the fly of his pants. His large radar-dish ears stood upright, and his nose twitched - probably upon smelling the heavy musk that wafted off of Rachen. "I'm honored. Just walked in, and we're already made the center of attention - come on, Harori. Get over here."

The foxwolf turned to face the two wild dogs more full-on, and waited with his muzzle raised towards them as they undid their pants. Then, one after the other, those flies came undone, their pants and underwear slid down their legs - and they brought their shafts out into the open air, just a few inches above his waiting muzzle. Both uncut, one a little bigger than the other - and both also half-hard, with foreskin half-retracted along their heads.

"C'mon - what'd Gordon say your name was?" cooed the one on the left, the one who had been the first to come forward. He was a little shorter and slightly skinnier than his brother, Harori.

"Rachen." The foxwolf leaned up and nuzzled at the presented cock, then flicked his tongue out along the underside and over the rim of supple skin around the head. In response, the wild dog shivered, breathed out a low sigh - and also stiffened up a little further.

"That's it. Come on, Rachen - you've put on a good show so far, and now you get to include your audience..."

He lifted himself up onto his knees and, from there, angled the first brother's cock towards his muzzle with a paw. It was hard to really smell anything above the powerful odor of mixed piss radiating out of his fur, but still he could just barely pick up the wild dog's own musk,something with a noticeable different spice... the foxwolf traced his nose along the same track his tongue had taken - up the underside, around the rim, against the head where that scent lingered strongest, deepest - and then closed his lips on it.

Not quite as thick as the feral, and certainly not as heavily musky - but still warm, still enough to make the foxwolf's mouth water, especially as he descended further along that length... eyes half-open, he could look around the brothers at the rest of the room and see everyone else watching him, enjoying the show, enjoying themselves... really, he had been too focused on everything else-

-showing off his slim body; feeling a dog tongue slip up underneath his tail and along the rim of his tailhole, then returning the favor to the dog, holding that tail up with his paw as he circled his tongue around the supple pucker; receiving a thorough, heavy marking from first that same feral dog (who still lounged against the wall; he, too, kept his eyes on the foxwolf, as if desiring to have another turn) and then the big Arcanine, who had taken his spot back in the other recliner-

-too focused on everything else to learn their names. There was Mr. Bronson, now in the other room talking on the phone to someone; Marvin, the feral dog; and then Harori, the other African wild dog, who slowly pawed off as Rachen bobbed along his brother's length.

"How come you always get to go first?" Harori half-grumbled. Of course, it didn't seem like that particularly bothered_him - especially when Rachen dove down along his brother's length, held his nose buried in his pubic fur for a moment, and then came up, turned, and started on _him. Their scents were extremely similar, and the faint tastes that lingered along the heads of their cocks, too. Rachen's senses had almost become overwhelmed with everything passing through them - musk, and piss, and cum, and arousal...

"I don't always. Remember, Harori - that one otter, when I was running the exhibition around here? You got to try him out first."

Harori breathed out a soft sigh just as his brother had, and pressed his hips forward so that his hard cock slid further along Rachen's tongue. The foxwolf closed his eyes and resumed the same rhythm he had maintained on the other wild dog, keeping his lips tight. He enjoyed the feeling of the dog's slick foreskin rolling back and forth, back and forth against the roof of his mouth and surface of his tongue.

"Mmh... yeah, you're right - I almost forgot about that..." Harori lowered one paw to the back of Rachen's head to regulate his movements. He thrust slightly into his muzzle every time the foxwolf descended on him, and pulled back a little to match that rhythm. "Quite a tongue on that_otter. Part of me thinks that he just _really had a thing for uncut guys-"

Then, from the couch, one of the German shepherds: "-With good reason, too. I mean, God damn. There is _so_much foreskin in this room... hey, Gordon, what's the news? Isn't he supposed to be getting here soon?"

From between the two wild dogs, Rachen could see Mr. Bronson step back into the room, right in the middle of sliding his phone back into his pocket. Every time he saw that big wolf his mind flicked back to their first meeting earlier in the week, some time after they had originally made contact online: Mr. Bronson had brought Rachen over, and then proceeded to pound both his muzzle and his tail, one after the other. Now he was thick; the foxwolf had been half-worried that his rump wouldn't have recovered by the weekend.

"Unfortunately, no," the wolf said. He placed a paw on the other wild dog's shoulder and whispered something into his large parabola ear; as he did so, the dog's muzzle broke into a wide grin, he nodded, and then started to step around to Rachen's backside. "Something came up and he can't make it. Wants pictures - and video - though, so. Harold, you got that?"

"Of course I do." The same German shepherd who had spoken up earlier had now made his way off the couch and knelt nearby, phone still raised. Rachen felt a pair of fingers lifting up underneath his tail - so, he raised his rear into a half-kneeling, half-all-fours position, still bobbing along Harori's length. Then those fingers, slickened with warm saliva, started pressing up against the tightness of his tailhole, already a little moist from the feral dog tongue that had been there maybe twenty minutes ago. "I'm taking these for my own pleasure, too, but yeah. I still have his number, I think."

Suddenly, Rachen felt the warmth and pressure of a body leaning down over him - and then the other wild dog's muzzle came into view at the edge of his vision. "Little foxy - will you still be able to focus while I'm pounding away at this rump of yours? Can you still be sure to get my dear brother off? If not, don't worry - I can do it..."

Instead of giving a voiced response, however, the foxwolf just moved back along Harori's cock a little and slid his tongue up underneath the wild dog's foreskin. Still Harori moved his hips forward and back, though - and before long, he had again hilted in Rachen's muzzle, where he remained for a few seconds. Some time before the Arcanine had filled his muzzle and his belly with rich, fresh piss, Mr. Bronson had said to Rachen - can't have you getting off, can we? and pulled his paw away from his cock. At this rate, contact or not, that would happen anyway.

Even if he did want to reply with a solid_yes_ or no, he wouldn't have been able to. The African wild dog behind him had pressed his fingers up to the knuckle into him, and wriggled them around a little before sliding them back out and lining the end of his shaft up with his tailhole. Rachen shivered, straightened up a little more, let a small sigh out through his nose... and closed his paw around Harori's cock to stroke him as he bobbed.

"So," said the Arcanine, from the recliner. The pressure of the wild dog's hard cock pressing up into him, stretching him wider than those fingers and sinking slowly into him - clouded his mind and thoughts a little so that he had to focus to hear. "Are we all going to get a turn? Or is Khari just special, hmm?"

Thicker under his tail than he'd been in his muzzle... Rachen actually had to move back off of Harori's cock to gather himself, then, as - Khari, was that the other brother's name? - continued to press into him, one paw gripping his thigh. It was almost like each of them could tell what the other wanted: as soon as he did this and dropped fully to all fours, Harori also lowered himself to his knees to remain level with his muzzle - and then Khari planted his other paw against the back of the foxwolf's head, only burying his nose again in the other wild dog's pubic fur. It didn't bother either of them that his fur still dripped with two different brands of piss, both of them powerful on their own.

It was Bronson who answered the Arcanine's question. Rachen opened his eyes: the big wolf knelt over by the wall, near where Marvin lay. From here, he could see the dog's rump, tail lifted - and one of the wolf's fingers moving forward and back, churning underneath that tail. "Maybe next time. I'm paying him back a favor I owe him-"

"-Gordon, sucking your dick is not a favor - everyone 'round here between eighteen and twenty-four has done that at least once, and probably some outside that range, too-"

"-and once he's done, I'm gonna have Marv here have a go."

That made the foxwolf's heartbeat pick up. A short, breathy moan forced its way out of his mouth as Khari's hips pressed up against his rump, his length fully buried underneath his tail - and he noticed that Harori, too, leaned forward over him, one paw slowly stroking his length. The sound of a kiss shared above him caught his attention, and he half-turned his head - but then had it forcibly turned back forward so that Harori could mirror his brother's movements, and slide forward into his muzzle again.

Used - that would be the best word to describe what had happened to him today. Used as a place for a feral dog to empty both his bladder and his balls; used as an Arcanine's urinal - you're gonna swallow every drop, Mr. Bronson had told him, and he'd certainly tried. Not that he was complaining, of course; it was just that his jaw (and his rump; Khari had started to fuck in him a slow but deep rhythm, pulling out to the edge of his head and then sinking back in) would be sore tomorrow morning.

He'd forgotten about the German shepherd kneeling nearby and moving around the three of them, trying to get the best shots for - whoever it was that couldn't make it. At one point, Rachen felt another paw on his rump, spreading him a little further; then he felt that paw on the back of his head while he bobbed along Harori's length, then lifting his chin; and, then, that paw made its way underneath his body, to trace along his hard length.

"My God," the shepherd drawled; Rachen's body reflexively jerked forward as the dog's fingers made their way over the head of his cock, more than slickened by all the pre that had drooled out of him. Another moan squeezed its way out of his throat, occupied by Harori's twitching cock. "He's really worked up. You two push him any further - he might just go ahead and empty his load out over this nice carpet of yours, Gordon."

"Then we'll keep going," answered the wolf. He had taken the seat that the German shepherd had left; when Rachen opened his eyes and looked that direction, he could see that Mr. Bronson now sat there with his legs spread and arms hung over the back of the couch, while the other shepherd's paw reached over and worked at his hard length in his lap. "I told Rachen what he could expect from today, and he willingly agreed. Besides, he's enjoying it. Can't deny that."

He really couldn't. There was just something about having both ends of him occupied at the same, about feeling one cock sinking into him and sliding back out again and again under his tail, the faint pain of being stretched gradually melting away into sweet, deep pleasure - all while another paw held his head in place as something to thrust into, tight enough so he could feel the movement of the wild dog's foreskin and each little twitch and throb on his tongue.

The both of them had picked up in speed and urgency, with Khari behind him now keeping his tail lifted with one paw as he pounded forward into him, his sack slapping gently against Rachen's with every thrust forward. Again and again and again - each time causing the foxwolf to lurch forward, to squeeze his eyes shut as Harori then also shoved into him... Rachen wanted to get off. He almost needed it. It took everything he had to keep himself from reaching down and running his paw along his pre-soaked length, and every thrust into him reminded him of that want. Khari was enough to feel just right underneath his tail, and even before he knew what he was doing, Rachen had started intentionally clenching around him and pushing back against him...

And, then, a little abruptly - Khari straightened up, sucked in a shivering gasp, dug his claws into the flesh of Rachen's thigh, and buried himself as deep as he could under his tail. A handful of powerful throbs followed, each one accompanied by a small churn of the hips - and when he finished and slowly pulled out, now considerably slicker than before, Rachen felt the unmistakable drip of warm, sticky cum roll down the back of his sack.

The African wild dog behind him spread his rump with both paws - before running his thumb up along the stretched rim of his tailhole. Rachen shivered, and let out another moan around Harori's length. "How's that for preparing him? I didn't want to take too long - since _some_people seem to be a little impatient..."

"Hey," said the Arcanine, "I was just wondering."

"Do me a favor, Khari, and go get Marvin. Lead a dog to a rump, and he'll hump. And, Harori - when you're done there, I want that muzzle."

Harori audibly had difficulty with speaking correctly. Rachen looked up at him: the wild dog kept his eyes squeezed shut and mouth half-open, and now he steadily thrust into the foxwolf's muzzle at the same fast pace that his brother had when he'd finished. "Yeah. Yeah, sure - 'f course..."

That didn't seem like it would take too long, either. Rachen's jaw had definitely started to ache, but right as he heard the jangling of Marvin's collar as the dog was led around him, Harori pulled out of his muzzle, shivered, moved his paw to the base of his length - and Rachen kept his maw wide open. A half-second later there was one, two, three spurts of the wild dog's thick load emptying out across his tongue, along his chin, over the top of his muzzle - and then he thrust forward into his muzzle one last time, pulling the foxwolf's nose down against his body so the last of his load made its way directly down his throat.

"God..." Harori breathed. It was a good thing Rachen had gotten a deep breath right before this; with seven inches of African wild dog shoved against the back of his throat... "If I had to piss - I swear..."

Then, from behind him, Khari again: "Ready?"

Just like before, he couldn't respond if he'd wanted to. Harori only moved back after Rachen again felt the smooth, moist warmth of the feral dog's tongue lapping up over his tailhole, again and again - and now since he'd already been used once, that tongue more easily pressed up and dug into him. Some of the other guys around the room gave noises of their approval - a low "mmh", a quiet "nice", a "God, I'd like to do that" - and Rachen could do nothing but continue to keep his tail raised and press his rump back into the licking. It felt even _better_than it did earlier, not accounting for his tendency to clench around Marvin's tongue whenever it made its way into him over the rim of his tailhole.

It wasn't something he got to enjoy for long, though. Right as he was really getting into it, right as the feral started to squeeze a few moans out of the foxwolf, Marvin hopped up onto his back - Rachen almost fell over; most of the strength in his body had long been exhausted - and got right to thrusting, wasting no time on a slow, easy start and instead picking up at a pace faster and harder than Khari had finished. Rachen jerked forward, sucking in a loud gasp; the pain of being fucked returned (as again, Marvin was thicker than Khari), now on top of the discomfort of already being stretched...

Marvin's muzzle pressed down over Rachen's shoulder, and the dog's arms squeezed at his side. His whole body lurched forward and back underneath the feral's fast thrusting, every muscle in him straining with the effort and pressure - as well as the pleasure, undeniably present beneath everything else. Slick, intense heat pulsing under his tail, filling him up and pressing into him with each thrust forward, leaving him wanting more every time it pulled back - and when Harori stepped to the side to allow Mr. Bronson to take his place kneeling in front of him, the wolf rested his thick cock on the foxwolf's tongue, muzzle already stretched wide in a moan, and got right to thrusting.

Even if he tried to clench around the dog's length, he felt like he couldn't do it. Pounding into him again and again, making him move forward and dive deeper down on Bronson's cock - as if his mouth hadn't already been watering enough. Honestly, he couldn't tell if it was piss, drool, or cum that dripped down his chin, and he didn't really care. There was just the noises of him being roughly fucked on either end, the quiet grunts and moans of the other guys enjoying themselves to the show, the occasional _click_ing of the German shepherd's phone camera, and the squishing of his paws on the soaked rug underneath him.

Every thrust into him under his tail stretched him a little wider, especially as Marvin's knot started to swell and take shape. Fast, sure - but that was how it went with ferals; when he'd felt that same cock between his lips earlier, it didn't take long at all to get him off. Bronson, he couldn't tell, but felt the same: along with the lingering taste of Arcanine piss and Harori's cum on the back of his throat, another slick tanginess had started to gather, a taste that he recognized from earlier in the week as the wolf's pre.

And, then - a low growl from Marvin, a tightening of the dog's arms on his sides, a forceful forward thrust... and a growing pressure beneath his tail past the rim of his tailhole, one that continued and did not stop for what seemed like quite a while. It made him pull in a gasp through his nose, made him drool out a long, shuddering moan, as the dog's full knot pressed on him and filled him up and-

-and pushed him over the edge of his own orgasm, the long-awaited climax sharply rippling through his body and making him shudder all over, seeming like it would never end... spurt after spurt after spurt in empty his load across the rug and puddle of piss underneath him, as well as clenching around the feral dog buried deep under his tail, and hungrily bobbing along Bronson's length... when he'd agreed to this, he hadn't expected it to be this much fun. This was something he doubted he would ever forget.

When Mr. Bronson did finish, he did the same thing Harori did - except held the foxwolf's muzzle down as far as he could on his thick length from the start, deep enough so that his head tilted up very slightly with each powerful throb. Rachen felt the thick ropes of cum spurt out against the back of his throat and swallowed them down, ignoring how full he already felt. If Bronson had a full bladder he needed to empty, he'd gladly take that, too.

Marvin started to dismount from him - and as the feral tried to pull away, Rachen ended up being tugged back as well, that thick_presence_ past his tailhole keeping him tied in place to the dog's cock. He could still just barely feel the last twitching of that cock, too... once it finally slipped out, it would feel like someone had emptied their bladder directly under his tail, what with the volume that he felt he'd been filled with.

Climax done, Mr. Bronson moved back a little, but kept his cock between Rachen's lips. The foxwolf brought a paw up and held it there, then, as he swirled his tongue underneath the wolf's foreskin, careful not to press too hard and make him buck. "There we go..."

"No fair," called the Arcanine from somewhere behind him. Rachen lifted his head up and looked around: the German shepherd who had been filming him now sat back against the wall, one paw around his cock and his load spattered out across his chest; the other German shepherd was mostly out of his field of view, but he could see one of his legs stretched out, relaxed. Khari and Harori sat next to each on the couch, whispering and giggling - with their pants still undone. "What about us? Don't we get a turn?"

Mr. Bronson stood up. "Do you want to try to slide in alongside my dog's knot? Besides, I don't think Rachen would appreciate that too much - would you?"

One of the wolf's large paws tilted his muzzle up. Rachen licked his lips, swallowed - and spoke without thinking: "Maybe later..."

Mr. Bronson grinned. "I'm gonna hold you to that."