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Mitch's ear were pressed to his head, instinctively warding off the heavy thrum of the pounding music. Though the rusty furred canine wasn't a stranger to the club scene, the high decibels of music that ran through his body always put him on edge. The sights and smells of various males that surrounded him didn't help, and he almost lost his guide more than once in the throng of bodies. When his friend had suggested a night at a spot he 'absolutely had to see', he didn't think he'd be in the middle of a rave.

It had all started so innocently too. The aussie recalled him talking to his friend and current guide, a larger alligator named Conner, the night before. With their classes finished for the quarter, the two had gotten together for a night of gaming and fun. Though the large reptile's rather muscled physique ended up distracting the canine to a noticeable degree. According to Conner, he'd 'been eyeing him like a juicy steak' all night, and it was with a nervous breath that he confided in him that he found him attractive.

More specifically his body type; thick in several ways, with a bit of a belly, thanks to one too many sweet indulgences, but framed by a fair amount of muscle that came from his time on the wrestling team back in high school. The two had shared a laugh when Conner teased the flustered canine about maybe modeling his old singlet for him some time. Mitch made no objections to that.

The two became friends with benefits, not enough to concretely make a relationship out of it, but more than willing to have fun with each other. And so it was that Conner had convinced Mitch come with him to a club that 'catered to his type'. It was only his trust in his friend that kept him from bolting out once they reached the place the gator had hyped up. No neon signs adorned its walls, nor indicated that it was even open. Mitch had briefly wondered if they weren't trespassing into a condemned building and were in danger of being arrested, but that all changed when they descended a flight of stairs to what the unassuming dog would later describe as heaven.

The Pit, as he would later find out it was called, was a club for those in the know that catered to those that had wanted for a more 'active' sexual environment. After all, why hook up with one when you could get a dozen for the same price? The same principal applied there, not that Mitch was too concerned with pricing. His friend's reassuring that 'he'd pay with his bottom' made more sense now.

The scent of musk and sweat filled the air, and Mitch eagerly breathed it in, feeling his body start to tingle in anticipation. Most of the patrons wore tight clothing that only accentuated their curves or definition, another delightful trend the aussie noted. There were cliental of all shapes and sizes, though more often than not, Mitch found himself drawn to the stockier ones, staring just a little bit longer at a sizable bear with a thick gut that forced his shirt up, and muscled arms that looked like they could bench press him with ease.

"Don't go getting sidetracked," Conner said, smirking broadly enough to show some of his teeth. "We don't want you to spoil the main course." He laughed and fished out a small key, sticking it into an unlabeled door's keyhole.

For a brief moment, Mitch was taken back by the private room. He'd been under the impression that they'd just throw themselves into the writing mass of bodies and see what happened. With how packed the room was, he was sure he could find someone who was up for some fun. Maybe even do something right there on the dance floor. The thought seemed odd, but he'd already seen several couples in various acts of lewdness that would normally get someone arrested if done in public. He could even see an otter doing some rather enthusiastic groping to a large, red dragon right in the middle of the dance floor, and briefly envied them as they made out in front of the large crowd.

His attention was stolen when he heard the door creak open, and his jaw dropped at what he saw.

5 of the largest and stockiest gators he'd ever seen loitered around the small room, each of them making him feel quite small. His thin frame barely held a candle to Conner, but any one of these gathered gators outclassed him by a wide margin.

"Fresh meat, Conner?" A gruff voice asked, out of sight from the now sweating canine.

"Yup," was his short reply, as he pushed Mitch forward. The dog soon found himself on his knees, looking up at the leering gaze of several stocky gators, each with a growing bulge in their pants.

"He any good?" The gator in front wondered. "Looks a lil' wet behind the ears."

"Try him out," Conner said easily. "Fag lives for a good cock."

Mitch's ears pressed against his head, a retort on his lips hearing the phrasing. He'd also confided in Conner that he adored dirty talk like that, but it always got to him if he wasn't in the middle of a rough pounding. That thought died down when the sound of a zipper filled his ears.

His head turned and his eyes darted back, focused entirely on the log of gator meat that hung down. He barely got a moment to admire how thick it was before he found his muzzle pressed up against it, his nose filled with the gator's thick musk as he smeared his shaft over his muzzle, coating it in that heady funk.

"C'mon, fag, open up," the gator man-handling him said gruffly, "Show us what a cock hungry bitch you are."

His ears still pinned down, Mitch complied with the demand, wanting to taste that meat just as much as his partner wanted to get off. The aussie let out a strangled whine as his tongue made contact with that hanging cock, his taste buds instantly hammered with the gator's musky taste. He recognized the strong scent that came after a full day in the hot sun, confined in contracting clothing that just ended up soaking up the sweat, and the gator's cock was covered in it! Best of all, it wasn't strong enough to burn his nose. It was just enough for him to relax his ears and revel in it.

Mitch leaned in, tongue lapping at that throbbing length, cleaning away the sweat that had coated it, covering it in his saliva instead. His gator rumbled in appreciation, cock firming up quickly under the dog's ministrations. That rumble turned into a growl when he felt the dog's tongue on his fat balls, slurping over the large orbs as he found more of that strong scent from before. His tongue danced along those plump balls, eagerly tasting the gator's natural scent and sweat.

"Fuck, the tongue on this one!" the gator he was servicing growled before pulling the dog's head up. Mitch looked up, his eyes wondering why he was denied his treat. It was met with a lewd smirk and met with the tip of its owner's dick being forced into his panting muzzle. The dog went to work, breathing through his nose as his tongue lathered all over the gator's shaft. His paws reached up to stroked the base, making sure whatever wasn't in his mouth was being played with.

In the midst of his sucking, his ears caught snippets of a conversation Conner was having, and though much of it was lost in the grunts, growls and whines of his partner, what he did hear made his body buzz in anticipation.

"Where's the boss?" he heard Conner ask. "It's not like him to miss a party."

"Stuck in traffic," someone chuckled. "...said to keep him warmed up..."

"Oh we'll keep him warm, all right!" the gator in front of him laughed loudly and grabbed Mitch's head, tugging his cock out of the hungry mutt's mouth, much to his protest. The dog was quieted as his muzzle was smothered in a musky jockstrap, its owner leering down at him. "Don't think we're done with ya, just yet," the gator he'd previously been blowing said as he walked around, cock throbbing in the air, until he made it to the mutt's ass.

"Yeah, we said we'd get you ready!' The gator in front of him growled, shoving his growing bulge against the dog's muzzle. "It'll take all of us to get you ready for the boss!"

He yipped as he felt his pants pulled down, feeling his already flushed face heat up as he was exposed. His ears perked again when he heard more rumbling from the gator behind him. "Fag's just asking for it with these things."

It only just occurred to him what kind of underwear he was wearing; a slimming black pair that did a lot to show off the curves of his already curvy ass. His tail twitched as he felt two, strong hands grope his rear, squeezing his cheeks through the thin material. He yipped as his tail was pulled up, and again when a strong hand came down to spank on his bubble butt, making it jiggle just a bit.

The gator in back took his time sliding the black briefs down, and licked his lips when that pert rear was bared for all to see. The others surrounding them gave several wolf whistles at the sight, making the dog's face flush from under the jock he'd been nuzzling. The flush intensified when he felt a long, thick tongue press against his bared tailhole, a moan escaping from his muzzle from the contact.

Mitch mouthed over the bulge in front of him while the gator in back indulged, his tongue slurping up down to his balls, over his taint and across his hole. At that point, Mitch let out another moan and thus his rear back, silently pleading for more. Smirking at the sign, the gator obliged the horny mutt and drove his tongue deep into his tailhole, the thick muscle coating his passage with spit as it was drilled into him. He hummed at the dog's subtle taste, and managed t slither his tongue deep enough to just nudge at his prostate. He had to hold in a laugh when he felt Mitch stiffen, and slowly dragged his tongue out, now that he was properly prepared.

The sight he came back to was hot and hilarious all at the same time; Mitch's eyes had rolled back into his head, the dog mouthing on the underside of the other gator's jock-covered cock, the material of which had been completely soaked in the pre of an equally looking horny alligator.

"Look at that fag, practically begging for it," The one in back cackled as he grabbed the dog's tail, hiking it up to pull the dog away form his 'bone'. "Now let's hear it from the slut's mouth. How right am I, bitch? You wanna taste of what this guys packin'?"

"Oh, fuck, make me take it!" He begged unabashedly, eyes closed as he still tried to press his head against the other gator's bulge. "I wanna take it, fuck me however you want! Make me take the whole thing, please! I--AAAAHHH!!"

He was cut off when the gator behind him, growling in lust from hearing those frantic pleas, buried his cock to the hilt inside the dog's rear, his rim job and a sparse amount of pre his only lube. Mitch's mouth opened wide, a silent scream on his lips as pleasure and pain blurred into one from the gator's intrusion. The one in front of him took that as an invitation, and let his cock out of his jock, flooding the room with more musk, before filling Mitch's willing throat.

After so much teasing, the gators were merciless; the one in back rammed his hips hard into Mitch's ass, pushing the canine forward and forcing him to swallow down more of the other's cock. He could practically feel it tickle the back of his throat, and let out a muffled moan with that realization. The one fucking him was a copious pre-cummer, and soon the extra lube let him really pick up the pace.

The one in front was first to go, and he hilted Mitch's muzzle as he let loose, flooding his maw and throat with thick cum. Mitch gagged on it and instinctively tried to move away, but the gator had a firm hold on his had, keeping him pressed as he flooded his throat.

Eventually, the flood of gator seem slowed to a trickle, and he pulled away, his cock dropping out of the mutt's maw and drooling cum onto the floor. Mitch had only just stopped his hacking from the hard fucking when he found himself literally handed over to the next gator in line, the one in back pausing his fucking to let the new one cram his cock into Mitch's maw before starting up again.

This time the cock was much wider than the first ones, and took his time to savor the warm maw presented to him. Mitch appreciated the gesture as well, and moaned louder as he was allowed to run his tongue over the big guy's shaft. The taste was stronger this time too, he noticed, tasting thickly of pre and sweat. He lost track of how long he'd been nursing on that shaft, but was shaken out of his reverie when the one in back gave a hard thrust, forcing him halfway down the thick stalk.

All three of them shuddered, all for different reasons. Mitch did so because of the thick rod prodding at his throat, while the other two did so from how tight the dog's orifices were. The one in back, having been riled up for far longer, finally came with a grunt, and flooded the dog's ass with his spunk.

Like before, once the gator pulled out, he held him up by the tail, presenting himself to the next gator. Mitch found that his feet only just touched the ground and came to the realization that he was being held up by these gator's cocks. It drove another groan from him and his cock twitched desperately, dripping with pre from how much abuse his prostate had taken.

The dog found his paws flailing out, and met with more meaty members. His eyes darted, and he saw that he was now surrounded by a hoard of horny gators, each with a hard dick that pressed against a substantial musclegut. He grabbed two of the closest dicks there were and stroked them in tandem, keeping them hard as he was used by both ends.

This time, the two pulled out just as their orgasms hit, painting the dog's brown fur white with their spunk, coating him in their seed and musk. After both of them were finished, he felt himself being picked up, and carried over one of the gator's shoulders with ease. He barely got to look over the room, the cum drooling on his head forcing him to close an eye, before he was deposited on a table. He panted while he lay on his back, shivering in lust as his vision was filled with a large muscle gut from one of the gators.

"The boss'll be here soon," the one looming over him growled. "He loves little cock hungry faggots like you. Loves to break 'em until they can't walk straight." He laughed and smacked Mitch's ass, gripping the plush rump, even as it drooled cum.

"I want him to..." Mitch found himself saying, brain clouded by lust. "I want him... all of you... to use me." His face was bright red, but his cock jumped even harder, showing how he really felt.

"Fuck, ain't you a sweet talker?" the one in front laughed before cramming his dick into Mitch's willing mouth. "Hate to make you shut up, but I need to bust a nut after hearing you beg, fag!"

The gator was brutal, immediately jamming his dick so far into Mitch's muzzle that the aussie swore he felt it in his throat. It was all he could do to take a breath with that gator dick crammed do far down his wind pipe, and his eyes burned with tears from the lack of oxygen. Still, the aussie didn't struggle. His senses were lost as the gator's big sweaty balls covered his nose, forcing him to breath in the pungent musk any time he could inhale.

He was so busy concentrating on servicing the gator in his mouth that he didn't notice his rear being prodded until another dick was already buried halfway inside. This one gave no warning, or time for him to adjust; just like the one in his mouth, he simply began thrusting, using the previous load of cum as lube. It proved to be effective, as he was soon power-fucking the mutt, growling as his cock throbbed in his still warm ass.

Mitch prided himself in being able to be a diligent cocksucker, even under pressure, and he never let his tongue ease up; he swirled it around the gator's head whenever he pulled out, moaning softly as he got to taste sweat and pre before it was plunged back inside him. He whimpered as he felt his cock throb in arousal, but with his paws reoccupied with stroking more of his horny audience, he was left to let it sit.

His abusers went on, uncaring for the dog's pleasure, and growled in unison as they came together. The one in front grabbed Mitch's ears, shoving his cock to the root and holding him steady with his nose buried in his stomach as he forced him to swallow his entire load, the dog gagging from how much was pumped into him. The one in back, meanwhile, shuddered during his climax, pressing his weight on the dog's back before pulling out, letting the last few spurts cover his ass.

The two left as quickly as they started, the one in front pulling out before Mitch could get a good taste, but before he could voice a complaint, he found himself lowered to the ground again, and he heard Conner's grunt as he took the gator's place behind him. "Fuck but I love sloppy seconds," he grunted before unceremoniously jamming his cock deep into the aussie's rear. "Though I guess it's more like sloppy fifths a this point. Hey Brian, come help me out with this fag!"

This time the gator's dick slid in with ease, and Mitch moaned as he felt how stretched out he was. The dog gasped as he was picked up, Conner's strong arms holding him up easily and keeping him impaled on his cock. He recognized 'Brian' as the first gator he went down on, and he looked ready for another round.

Mitch whined as he was pressed into the bigger gator's chest, sandwiched between the two bulky reptiles. He ran his tongue over his partner's large, sweaty pecs, murring at the taste, though it died in his throat when he felt another prodding at his rump, and he looked at Brian, his mouth just gaping as he felt what they were planning to do.

"Felt a little loose there. Thought I'd call in someone to help give you a proper filling," Conner teased, pulling out just enough to give the other gator's dick room. Mitch barely had any time to think before he felt both cocks invade his ass at once, pain flaring at being stretched out so much. The two held him close, feeling his body shuddering as he adjusted.

Incredibly, the pain began to taper off much sooner than he'd thought, something he could guess was thanks to his previous stretching. The cum from before helped too, and he blushed as he felt it drool down the twin cocks up his ass, letting the throbbing shafts slowly penetrate him more and more. He took a breath to relax and shivered as he was met with the Brain's sweaty scent, not to mention the smell of sex that now filled the small room.

"Fuck, he's so tight..." Brian growled. "This fag was made to be a slut."

Mitch found himself agreeing with that sentiment, and managed to nod once he felt the twin shafts hilt him, feeling them stretch him in a great way.

"Rut me..." he managed out, clinging onto Brian's chest as the two began to slowly move their cocks.

The two worked in tandem, slowly finding their rhythm. Whatever mistakes in positioning they made only had Mitch squirming; his muzzle was still pinned to Brain's sweaty pecs, heady gator musk filling his nose every time he breathed in. And with their spastic motions, that ended up being a good amount of times. More often than not, one of them would thrust in too fast, nearly dislodging the other from their shared fuck sleeve. Though the result ended up with that gator's cock buried to the hilt, and bashing against the poor dog's prostate, making his cock throb in arousal.

Mitch's head swam by the time they finally found their rhythm, one slowly driving in while the other pulled out, only to repeat the process. Though after a while, their once steady rhythm became a hard tempo as they got used to their position. He could almost sense their grins when they thrust as one, impaling him on their shafts once again and forcing a howl from him.

It was almost as if he'd given them their mark, and they began to fuck him in earnest, resorting back to their previous pattern: one cock in once the other had pulled out, and vice versa. The dog never found himself longing to be filled, as the two ravaged him with growling pants. Cum drooled out of his abused ass, coating their shafts and balls, and the room was soon filled with the noisy sound of their rutting. The two used the dog as if he were a flashlight, their only goal to cum as fast as they could, though the hard shaft grinding against Bran's large gut told them all they needed to know.

"I think the faggot's gotten used to us!" Brains growled, looking down at Mitch's dazed muzzle. The dog didn't look like he had any energy left in him, but still held a blissful look on his face as the two pistoned in and out of him. Seeing his face, the two nodded to each other, and, after several more hard thrusts, hilted inside him once again.

The dog's muzzle contorted into a silent howl as he was stretched to his limit again, the twin cocks coating his insides with thick gator cum, most of which drooled between their still twitching staffs. His own cock throbbed and drooled on the gator's belly, but stuck as it was without any stimulation aside from the bit of pressure, he found himself unable to get off.

Still, it let him enjoy being stuffed a while longer, and he lend into Brain's chest, rubbing his face against his sweaty pecs. His reverie was short lived, as the two pulled out of him and lowered him down onto the ground. His legs had turned to jelly, and he sunk to the cum coated floor when they let go. He had just enough strength to look up and gulp at the remaining crowd still eager for his attention

"I see you fuckers've been enjoying yourself," a booming voice called out from behind. Mitch's body trembled after hearing that deep voice. It was like every cell in his body vibrated from that baritone. He weakly turn his head to face its owner, and gasped at what he saw.

The 'boss', he could only imagine, blocked out all the ambient light from the doorway. In fact, he had to duck and squeeze to get in, his broad shoulders looking like they could break the doorframe if he wanted to. Artificial light shone on him, reflecting off the leather vest he wore, the tiny article just barely covering his broad pecs. Two leather straps crisscrossed his torso in an 'x' pattern, looking strained with their task of clinging to the boss' chest.

The dog's eyes descended further, and his mouth watered as he saw the boss' gut; thick and round, it jutted out proudly, with the barest hint of muscle noticeable along the sides. Though what was below it stole the show, and any of the dog's breath left in him.

Beer can thick would be an insult to describe how thick the gator's girth was. It stood at a half chub, over equally plump balls that looked primed and ripe with spunk, and still drooped down under its own weight. His thickly muscled legs were covered in a pair of leather chaps, the material clinging to his thick muscles like his vest was, and giving his log of a cock room to breath.

"You have fun with my boys, didn't ya, lil fag?" he rumbled, a lewd smile on his snout as he sauntered up to the drooling aussie. "They treat ya right?" A rumbling growl developed in his chest as he picked the dog up, holding him up as he inspected his ass. He smirked as he saw how stretched out it had been, and shoved three fingers into it, laughing at how easily he managed to fit his thick digits to the knuckle.

Still weak from the rutting Conner and Brian gave him, Mitch could only whimper as he was finger fucked in front of the rest of the group, his cheeks burning brightly when he felt the cum that'd been

"We were very thorough," Brian panted from the sides. The horny gator was still hard after several loads, but he wasn't the only one. the others had their cocks out, each knowing they were in for a show.

"That's mah boys," The boss rumbled as he replaced his fingers with his dick, smearing his massive cockhead against the aussie's gaping hole and letting the other gators' loads drool onto his massive girth. "I give them the order to get someone warmed up, and they snap to it," He growled as his dick hardened, the fat head threatening to slip into the abused hole. "But they ain't more than toothpicks compared to what I got packin'. Think your faggy lil ass can take this much cock?"

For a moment, Mitch wondered why he wasn't just taking him and rutting him into the ground, but as he turned to look at the boss, he understood.

He wanted him to beg.

He knew whatever he said wouldn't matter now, at least as far as him receiving that cock in his ass. But they wanted to hear him beg, just as he had been earlier. They wanted a happy slut, one that promised more ruts to come even after the boss was finished and ruined his ass. After this, there'd be no turning back, if there ever was before. He'd be at this gator's mercy, his to use as his personal fuck toy; letting the gator physically and verbally abuse him to his heart's content.

He was all too happy to comply.

"Y-yes sir," Mitch answered with a moan, his own member throbbing with every pulse of the boss's cockhead against his sloppy hole. Eager to hear more, the boss gator slowly forced his log of a dick into the once tight hole, needing to work it in despite being double teamed. "I can take it sir...please make me take it," The dog was a whimpering and squirming mess as the gator's dick started to stretch him open wide, the loads of all the other gators' running down his body all the while.

"Eager lil fag," he rumbled, huffing as he managed to fit his fat cockhead in. "Not like you had a choice. After seeing my boys use you like a two bit whore, I've been itching to take a crack at your ass!" His patience at its limit, he grabbed the dog's hips, holding him easily as he jammed more of that massive cock into the aussie's warm hole, growling lowly as inch after inch disappeared inside that rump. The other gators whooped and hollered as they watched their leader claim his prize, jerking off their cum covered cocks and filling the air with gator musk

"Ahgh! Ffuck...use me like they did sir," the dog begged breathlessly as he fell down on all fours. He gasped as the head gator grabbed his hips in his meaty hands and rammed his huge cock to the hilt. The fat head pressed down on the dog's prostate making him squeal with both pain and pleasure, his eyes rolling back for a brief moment before focusing on one for the bigger gators in the room..

The boss followed Mitch's gaze and jerked his head toward the one he was eyeing. "G'on, stick it in. Let's give this fag a good gator tag team." The other gator lumbered forward, and slide his dick into the canine's waiting muzzle, filling it with the taste of musk and cum. The dog moaned as the ambrosia of cum and sweat danced on his taste buds, his tongue slurping over the drooling head for more. At the same time, their leader bottomed out, his huge cum-filled balls resting on his new fuck-sleeve's bubble butt. It only took a moment for the trio to get properly settled, and the room practically shook when the next command was bellowed.

"Free ride's over fag, now we go at my pace!" The boss growled and lowered himself down, his large musclegut forcing the dog's ass higher as he pulled out half his cock only to slam it back in one go, the girth smashing against the dog's prostate while the thrust forced his nose into the other's belly.

Despite the harsh thrust, a strangled groan was all that escaped Mitch's maw. Not that much else could with the thick cock settled in it. His ears folded down as heard the boss gator growl in pleasure, thick fingers gripping and kneading his ass as he ground his dick as deep as he could. His cock was a monster, stretching Mitch's hole wider than even Conner and Brain's cocks had, and it was only thanks to the vigorous fucking he'd received before that he was able to take it. He groaned around the meaty shaft in his muzzle as he felt the boss' rod push out the previous loads with its sheer size alone, as if its owner was making room for his own batch.

His own neglected member throbbed at the idea, but his fantasy was shattered when the boss thrust forward again, causing him to choke and gag on the other cock as he was pushed back to the hilt. The one in front offered no reprieve and grabbed Mitch's head, slamming his hips against his muzzle and managing to drive his cock down the dog's throat while his heavy balls slapped against Mitch's chin. "Mmmph....mmmmrrrrr!!"

"Fuck yeah fag, choke on that cock!" The boss growled out in Mitch's ear as he started to plow the dog's hole in earnest, his massive balls slapping against that bubble butt as he ravaged the canine's hole. The gator in front growled hotly at the sight, and began to face fuck the submissive dog's maw with reckless abandon, his girth absolutely filling his muzzle as his cock made its way down his throat. Air was soon a sparse commodity for the fucked aussie, and when he was able to take in a breath, it was thick with the scent of rank sex, sweat and cum.

The room was soon filled with the sounds of the rough fucking, the other gators rumbling joining the cacophony of sex sounds as they formed a circle jerk around the hot spitroast. Some were too enamored watching their boss' cock fit into the much smaller dog's lush rump and came early, adding another coat of white to Mitch's back or face, and covering him further in their musk.

Had the aussie not been concentrating on breathing every time the thick cock lodged down his throat pulled back, he was sure he would've passed out in pleasure a while ago. The sounds, smells and taste of horny gators filled his ears, nose and mouth respectively, while the boss gator's cock continued to mash against his prostate, making the horny dog's cock drip and throb from under him. He knew he only needed one good stroke to cum, just one and he'd be pushed over the edge, but with his paws holding onto the gator's thick hips, he knew he'd just have to ride it out.

His complaints were soon driven from his mind when the cock in his mouth found itself hilted again, its owner growling as he added another thick load of cum to his stomach. For several long, airless seconds, Mitch worked his throat as fast as he could, gulping down the fresh batch of gator cream he'd been given. It took several well timed gulps, but he managed to keep the entire load down, and slurped his tongue over the thick head when its owner pulled out, getting another burst of seed in his mouth for his troubles.

He panted through his nose, thankful for any air his lunge received... only to have it driven out of his lungs when the boss gator reasserted his dominance. It seemed he'd been waiting for his subordinate to finish up, and resumed his hard pace, ramming every inch of his massive cock as deep as it could go with full bodied thrusts, the big reptile no longer hindered with the thought of 'sharing'.

The room recognized that their boss wanted his bitch to himself and regulated themselves to simply watching the massive gator in action. And it wasn't like he wasn't putting on a show; his huge body flexed with each and every thrust, muscles usually hidden under a soft layer of pudge showing their definition as he put every ounce of strength into fucking his new mutt. His cock was drooling pre, letting him glide in easily, and bash the poor mutt's prostate, his own cock, thus far ignored for the most part, spitting pre very time the big guy hilted him.

"Oh fuck! Cum in me, please!" Mitch begged, mind overwhelmed with lust. "Fill me up, use me as a condom! I want it!! I want--!!"

His pleas were cut off with a roar as his ravager finally reached his breaking point. The dog yelped as he found himself lifted up, his back pressed against the gator's gut, his throaty moans a clear sign that he was about to get filled. He was in for another surprise; the gator new his way around a canine, and bit down on the aussie's neck just as he started to cum, growling into his neck as he pumped the dog's ass with thick spurts of cum.

While the boss gator didn't much care what Mitch had been feeling, the results were readily apparent. The dog's fur bristled as he felt those sharp teeth against his skin, pressing down just enough to make themselves down, prickling against his collarbone. The combined sensations had Mitch howling, his cock jerking as it sprayed cum in wide arcs that covered his stomach as well as the floor. He was joined by several other grunts and growls as a good portion of the room came along with their leader, adding another coat of white to the dog.

The boss gator kept himself hilted while he rode out his orgasm, aftershocks of it making him shiver and pant, though it was more like a growl at that point. He kept his bite throughout his cool down, running his tongue up and down the dog's sensitive neck and making him shiver. It also made him involuntarily squeeze the boss' dick, keeping him hard and impaled.

Mitch groaned as feeling slowly returned to his lust-addled brain. His limbs were sore, and covered in cum as was his chest an stomach. It'd be easier to think about where he wasn't cum-covered. His ass felt sore as well, but it was a comforting ache, for the moment. He knew that'd change come morning, but for now he reveled in the incredibly full feeling that the still erect gator dick was giving him, the girth pressing against his prostate and practically milking the last of his load from him.

"Who says I'm done with you?"

Mitch's eyes widened, and he found himself pulled up, held in the gator's hands as if he weighed nothing. He clenched his hole as much as he could, desperate to keep the deluge of cum in, but was too weak and felt his load splash out.

"Don't worry, lil' fag," the boss gator growled. "You'll be getting filled again real soon!" He smirked as he turned Mitch around and forced him down onto the same table he'd been fucked on at the start. "You wanted to be used as my personal fuck-sleeve?" he growled as he came to stand in front of the dog, presenting his fat, log of a cock to his muzzle. "Better be ready to own up, I ain't even halfway done with you!"

Mitch barely had time to open his maw before that massive cock found itself a new home. His head swam as he was assaulted with the taste of leftover cum and sweat so much stronger than the others. Not that he was given much time to properly taste it, as the boss gator grabbed his torso in his meaty hands, claws raking against his skin, as he slammed his cock to the root, both shuddering when they felt his thick head press against Mitch's throat.

The dog's vision was inverted, and he closed his eyes once the boss gator began his assault, blinking the tears away when the massive gator began to drive his cock into his throat. The dog soon found himself on the end of a brutal fucking; the boss gator grabbed him by his waist, and mercilessly rammed every thick inch of his log of a cock into Mitch's windpipe. Pre gushed in considerable quantities into Mitch's gullet, and the dog's vision swam every time the gator's balls bashed against his nose, forcing him to smell nothing but his ripened musk whenever he could even take a breath.

He wanted to object, to kick away and say that his body was too tired, too drained from the rough fuck he'd been subjected to, but he had neither the strength nor the will to let it end. His libido, having only half waned, flared back into overdrive once the boss took charge. The dog found he didn't have to do anything beside from relax his throat to let the boss have his way with him.

He'd almost fell back into a haze of breathlessness when he felt something prod his rear, and choked on a gush of pre the boss' cock had spurted out. It seemed like the boss was okay with sharing again, and he found another cock filling his sloppy hole, its owner falling into rhythm with his leader and slamming his full length into the dog's abused ass. Mitch's paws darted out in an effort to grab onto something more solid, the table having been kicked back once the second gator joined the fun. The others noticed and two of them grabbed his arms, guiding his paws to their thick erections, their previous loads soaking into his palms.

The sound of the heavy door opening broke through the Mitch's sexual haze, and he opened his eyes to do a quick head count of the gators still gathered, He choked on a gasp when he saw Conner, the one who'd brought him into all this, opening the only door that lead out of this room of debauchery. He knew he should be worried that he seemed to be leaving him to be used by the gator crew, or that he was his only ride home, but stuck as he was between two burly gators, neither of which seemed particularly concerned for his plight, he decided to worry about it later.

As Conner left the room, the door closing behind him with a bang, Mitch put his mind to better use. 'Should I inhale when he hilts me, or before...?'

His choice was made for him, and he lost himself to the savage fucking once the boss hilted in his muzzle, gouts of pungent cum being pumped down his throat and into his stomach. He knew the boss was getting off on feeling his throat spasm while he choked on his cock, and knew it was why he stayed hilted as long as he did. The boss must've been counting the seconds, because he pulled out just as Mitch began to feel light headed.

'When he hilts me,' Mitch thought, choking on a moan once the boss started up again, forcing the entry of his rod back into Mitch's throat. 'Definitely then.'