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Sitting at a hotel bar and speeding your way through a few pints of beer could be the best part of a business trip, or the worst part, depending upon who you asked.

Of course, most people preferred to have a drink with company, and few things were able to sour the taste of a quality drink more than having to drink it alone. At the point that even the bartender was avoiding coming your way as a paying customer, it was likely that you were exuding some kind of a negative aura, and weren't the most fun person to be around.

Mark wasn't letting off any kind of a poor attitude or anything of that nature, but his latest business trip was definitely taking the wind out of his sails, and though he didn't intend to make good on stereotypes, his face was just a bit longer than a Clydesdale's would usually be.

"Sorry to trouble you, but could I get one more?" he asked the bartender, trying to offer a polite smile. He'd been keeping the stallion behind the counter plenty busy that evening, and he was tipping with every single drink, wanting to make sure that he kept his mind on his manners. It helped to distract from the growing feeling of pressure against his belt; he was over four pints of beer deep, and hadn't once gone to the bathroom to relieve some pressure.

That was all be design, however, and while people were quick to share personal information with a bartender after a few drinks, Mark wasn't going to let that secret slip so easily.

"You got it, pal. Just don't go too crazy, okay?" the bartender asked, considering it something of a favor to his customer. It would be quite the hassle for him if Mark ended up going overboard, and since he was a paying customer of the hotel, as well, it wouldn't be so easy to have Mark removed, if the Clydesdale got out of hand. "I'll charge it to your room?"

"That would be great," Mark replied. He pushed the empty glass in front of him forward casually, trying to seem calm, and show that he wasn't quite as far gone as the bartender might have gathered. "Let's do a golden ale, this time."

"Good choice," The bartender nodded his approval as he pulled a pint glass from under the counter of the modern, simplistic hotel bar and pressed it gently to the an unmarked tap. Cascades of light, shimmering gold poured into the bottom of the glass and tossed around with all of the overdone, picturesque flow of a beer commercial, and the liquid came to settle with a perfect, practiced head as the bartender pulled the glass away. "This is definitely one of our most popular brews."

The glass was set down in front of Mark, who smiled gratefully and took a deep, long swig of the drink. A hint of hoppy bitterness was present, but then was immediately washed over by the sensation of a pleasant, soothing malt body, and Mark gulped it down with an appreciation for how the beer was a lot like the bar he sat at: simple and to the point, with just enough complexity to keep his palette interested.

Other than the beer itself and the kind conversation of the stallion bartender, however, Mark didn't find that there was much to keep his attention for too long, and his bladder was getting difficult to ignore as the drinks piled up. He could actually feel the warmth of sweat threatening to spread across his forehead as he tried to ignore the pressure, even as it dared to release and spill across the pleasant, pressed dress slacks that he was wearing that evening. Their black shade provided just enough clash against his soft, cobalt blue dress shirt, and the combination of colors worked especially well to help Mark's soft, short fur of brown stand out, and provided a little extra pop to his dusty blonde mane.

He was trying to pretend that he didn't feel the gaze of the bartender on him the entire night, as that only seemed to add to the weight of the world on his bladder.

"Seems that you're enjoying that beer quite a bit," the stallion pointed out. Wearing an outfit that was meant to compliment the atmosphere of the bar, he might not have been the type to be seen in a flannel and a tucked in t-shirt, but that's what he was stuck with for the evening. His blue jeans only added to the casual flair, and all in all, they did little to hide the trained, tight muscles and tall, solid body of the stallion beneath; Mark could actually see the pleasant shade of dark, chocolate brown under the bartender's t-shirt as it barely held together across his chest.

If Mark wasn't so distracted by his own little game, he'd have played into the attention of his server a little more readily.

"Ahhh... it is pretty good," Mark admitted, after a pleasured sigh. The beer was refreshingly light, after the series of heavier, craft beers that he'd taken in before, and it didn't seem to add as much pressure to his already swollen bladder as the others. "And that was a great pour, so...y'know. Thanks for that."

The small talk was just a little bit awkward, but it wasn't deterring the bartender, who stayed close by at this point, unafraid to make his presence, and perhaps, his intentions known. "No worries," he said, as he noticed how quickly Mark was powering through the drink. "You in a rush to be somewhere?"

Mark still wasn't quite ready to tell all, but his cheeks flushed just slightly as his eyes darted over toward the restrooms, to the right of the hotel lobby. "Just need to go tap one," was his casual reply. The reactions from his body were screaming inside, and even just trying to stand was almost more than Mark could handle, but he stood fully upright and stretched out, hoping that doing so would keep the mess in check for the next few minutes. "Aaaaaaand I don't want to leave a half-empty beer at the bar."

"You could just have another full one."

"I think I've ha-

"It's on the house."

The interruption was strange, but welcome for Mark, as he felt an open palm settle over the top of one of his paws. "That is, if you think you're up for one more round?"

There was something so odd about the confidence that the stallion exuded, as if he was able to see right through Mark's personal, sexual antics. There was no way to be sure of such a thing, but the stallion was quite the looker, and Mark felt it would have been a waste to pass up on the opportunity.

He could always just use the bathroom in the room...if he could make it that far.

**

Mark had been staying at the hotel for a few nights, so everything was starting to feel a bit stale. Even so, he did everything he could to appreciate the building, as he was taken through it.

He followed the stallion in front of him, and appreciated the tight, flat lines of his backside. He appreciated the thin, long strands of rope-like fur that created a long and well-groomed tail, and the way it sat with absolute symmetry upon the body of his late night companion. He even went so far as to appreciate the simple and downright generic pattern of the carpeted floors as his hooves carried across them.

Anything that he could notice, or anything that he could think about was good, as long as it wasn't the thought of his bladder, now painfully full.

Rrr-nkt, the sound of the inner mechanics of an electronically locked door snapped Mark out of one daydream and back into the other, as he arrived at the room of the bartender. He tried to appreciate anything about the room that might be unique, but it was just about the same as his own: a small, common area with a couch was on one wall, and an entertainment center with a television was on the other. A table sat in a mostly empty room across from that, and in typical, hotel suite fashion, a door to the right would take him into the bedroom.

The stallion went right for the final destination, as he slipped inside. "I don't suppose you're the type to take things slow?" he asked, as he walked across the living room before Mark was even all the way in the front door.

"N-no," Mark replied, his voice shaky with his need to empty his bladder. "Don't really see any reason to wait any longer."

He wasn't talking about a sexual activity, necessarily, but the stallion looked back over his shoulder with a grin. "Then come on over here, and we can get started," he offered, allowing a quick flicker of his tail to act as an extra gesture of invitation. "Something tells me that there's something you want to get off of your chest."

Anymore, Mark honestly believed that the stallion had to know what was going on, and that he was just toying with the enduring Clydesdale. His moist forehead took a brush from the back of his forearm, and Mark walked closer as the bartender slipped into the bedroom and sat upon the edge of the bed, looking expectant, or perhaps even entitled in his presence.

"And just w-what would you like me to do?" Mark asked, teetering on the edge between nerves about a sexual encounter, and nerves that he might actually pee himself if he had to wait any longer. "I'm...not really used to taking the lead."

That much was the truth, and Mark was visibly flustered and flushed as he walked on slow, quiet hooves. The bartender didn't reply until Mark was close enough to be touched, and once he arrived, he felt the tight, powerful grip of the stallion on his belt, which was yanked free in an instant. "Don't worry, bud. I'll guide you through this," he offered. Pants just barely stayed in place on Mark's backside, but paws wrapped around his hips and stroked at the flesh through fabric, all while guiding the smooth, silky dress slacks down the length of his legs, inch by inch. "And you can call me Devin, by the way."

Finally having a name for the face helped Mark to relax, but only in the slightest. He hoped that the rush of blood toward his member would help to distract him, and at first, he did feel some of the pressure easing off, but it wasn't nearly enough to fix the problem; it only delayed the inevitable, and left Mark fidgeting in place as his boxers began sliding down from his thighs, as well.

"You're so tense," Devin pointed out, before Mark had a chance to defend his shaky, uneasy appearance. "I'm sure there's something you need to let out...isn't there?"

Mark was barely able to focus on the fact that the long, heavy flesh of his equine cock was hanging out, and that the swollen orbs of his sack were free, in the open. He couldn't quite ignore the feeling of an open palm cupping his balls, however, and the brush of Devin's long, lightly-furred muzzle against the side of his manhood.

Delicate bounces ran through Mark's cock as it responded for him, but as it did, the tiniest trickle of urine escaped the wide urethra, and though Mark was instantly mortified, Devin let his lips curl into a grin as the tiny stream settled upon his cheek.

"I was really starting to wonder why you were forcing yourself to hold it in, Mark. I could see it in your face after the first few drinks that you needed to go, but you just wouldn't do it...I'd say that was silly of you, but that kind of patience should be rewarded."

Before Mark could ask what Devin meant, the stallion was flat on his back, laying spread across the bed. The sheets and comforter ruffled under his weight as he sprawled out, and he beckoned to Mark with a pawtip, able to see that his cock was still leaking a little bit of pee.

"Don't waste it, Mark. Come put it to good use... soak me."

In such a moment, Mark would typically be torn between his bashful nature giving him a bad case of bladder shyness, and his desire to live up to the commands of a more dominant lover.

With a payload that threatened to burst his bladder and a mild buzz from his drinks, there was nothing to stop him from following orders, short of the minuscule delay between hearing the words and acting on them.

The relief was instantaneous and grand, as Mark released the tense muscles that were keeping everything inside. A wide, full stream of urine poured from his slightly engorged cock with a powerful vigor, and the first streams reached easily as far as Devin's chest before his body began to take over the process.

Sheets and comforters of dark gray were almost instantly soaked, and Devin felt a delightful warmth running through his body as a heavy, thick river of pee spread over his torso and began spilling down over his thighs. Mark wasn't concerned with his aim, and Devin was even less so as the erratic placement ensured that nothing would be dry when all was said and done.

"Atta boy...you've been saving this up for hours, haven't you?" Devin teased the submissive Clydesdale as more and more of the warm, golden liquid spilled over him, wrapping right around the point of impressive and bordering on the point of concerning. An eager tongue slipped from the side of Devin's muzzle and slurped up what little droplets it could get when the stream reached as far as his neck and the underside of his chin, and the flavor it carried was subtle, having quite a bit less bite than Devin was expecting.

In the back of his mind, the dominant stallion was counting off the seconds, and his eyes widened as he counted past forty seconds of uninterrupted perversion. "A-almost all day," Mark admitted, unable to keep his voice from boasting up with a moan of pure, utter relief.

The stream began to retreat, leaving a trail across Devin's lower abdomen and even soaking his own privates as Mark reached the end of his rope. His member hung and pointed at the floor, letting out the last few drops with a sigh that couldn't have been anymore contented.

"Determination like that deserves to be rewarded," Devin pointed out. The bed squished quietly with the sound of the moisture it absorbed as the stallion sat upright and moved from the edge of the bed, taking a moment to unzip his jeans and reveal that his cock was already beginning to stiffen with excitement, and thanks to the volume of the blast, it was still dripping with Mark's urine as it came into view. "I'm afraid I don't have quite as much to give, but I don't suppose you'll mind getting on your knees and taking a little offering, yourself?"

Mark could barely make it down to his knees fast enough. Devin was grinning from ear to ear as the Clydesdale struggled to unbutton his nice, freshly washed dress shirt, but the cobalt fibers were instantly stained as Devin let out a sigh of relief, and the quiet splish of his pee upon Mark's chest made it clear that he was too late.

He still struggled, albeit in vain to get the shirt off of his body, but by the time he was done pulling apart the buttons, his paws and the material itself were both soaked through; even his undershirt wasn't able to dodge the spray, as Devin actually aimed his stream and held the base of his own cock, guiding the impressive trickle to make a terrible mess of Mark and anything that he was still wearing.

"I can see why you're so into this," Devin murmured as his entire body relaxed. The golden fluid that poured from the end of his cock was bathing Mark in a wet, pleasant warmth, and now that he was naked upon the floor, he was actually grateful for the heat that it brought, as excess spilled over his kneeling form and began soaking into the carpet. "It's pretty relieving...and it's fucking naughty. It's getting me kinda hard..."

Mark was still busy reveling in the warm, settling sensation of being soaked in the pee of a dominant stallion when he felt a gentle push upon his chest, and immediately after, the heavy, thick weight of an impressive cock upon the bridge of his muzzle. "I...it is p-pretty hard," he agreed, feeling that submissive nature take over once again as Devin literally forced his member upon the Clydesdale. "I could...h-help with that?"

"Oh, you're going to, whether you like it or not," Devin suggested, and though his voice was stern, there was something comforting in his grin; a look that told Mark that the stallion would actually respect his limits, if that wasn't what he wanted.

Still soaked and throbbing with excitement himself, Mark quickly gave way to the more dominant equine and spun on his knees, forcing his tail to lift just slightly. "Something tells me that I'll like it," Mark replied, his voice hurried with excited, but nervous energy that ran through his body.

The squelch of lube being forced from a bottle crossed Mark's ears as Devin knelt behind him, and he could hear more wet, sticky sounds as the clear fluid was worked into the length of Devin's cock. "I had a feeling you would."

Warm as the streaks of urine were, there was an even greater warmth pressing to Mark's backside as the lubricated tip of Devin's wide, flared cock bounced against the Clydesdale. His tailhole was tight, but eager, and being soaked with urine put Mark in a state of ease, as he felt the heavy, thick flare spreading his anus wider and wider apart.

His lips curled up into a delighted smile as Devin finally popped his length inside, and he shuddered with ecstasy as the larger of the two equines began pressing his hips forth, trying to start out slowly so that he could feel every inch of Mark's inner walls struggling to adjust around such a long, thick rod of flesh.

"I know you w-won't last like this," Devin grunted, his voice stammering just a little bit as his hips began to pick up the pace rather quickly. Mark was deliciously tight, and Devin knew that he wouldn't be able to last too long, either, but he wanted to keep that established position of dominance over the Clydesdale, even if his body was already rolling over with waves of pleasure. "So I'll be merciful...and fill this tight, needy little ass with my cum..."

Being talked down to was just the cherry on top of the kinky cake that was the evening for Mark, who couldn't have imagined things going any better for him. He could feel every last thick, throbbing pulse inside of his body as Devin rutted him, and his face was grinding down into the carpet, able to feel the remnants of Devin's urine against his cheek as he took the stallion the best that he could.

His whole body was being bucked forward on each and every thrust as Devin broke down, and Mark returned the favor, as he tried the best that he could to push his hips back into the domineering stallion. He could barely breathe from the utter fullness of being taken by such a large cock, but his body was still overwhelmed with pleasure as each and every thrust pushed him closer to an internal climax.

Devin tried, in vain, to keep his climax internal. It took only one gush of his seed, however, to flood Mark's inner walls and leave his tailhole completely stretched out.

"Feel that, you little piss slut?" Devin gritted his teeth together and looked down upon Mark, still wearing a grin, even as his face twisted up with all of the different shades of elation he felt. His cock was erupting inside of the Clydesdale, and each beat of his heart was another throb of his length, sending fresh, heated seed deeper and deeper into Mark's passages. "Feel that f-fuckin' cum inside your belly?"

Mark was gasping with delight as he nodded, barely able to get a full enough breath to stay conscious. Devin was filling him with a girth that no one else had been able to provide before, and when the stallion finally pulled free, he could feel his tailhole gaping wide and clenching at the air, having become used to the presence of the other's

flesh.

Seed dripped down from the wide, open hole and poured to the floor in a lazy waterfall, leaving Devin with quite the display to enjoy, and Mark, a mess to clean up...

**

Mark wasn't sure just how much time passed before he fell asleep. He remembered licking the cum of his lover from the floor, and even cleaning Devin off before the latter ended up grabbing a quick shower.

He didn't remember Devin coming back to bed, however. He simply fell asleep in the messy bed and awoke to the scent that was left behind, alone in a hotel room that wasn't his.

"...He could have stuck around for breakfast," A tired, groggy voice muttered, as Mark sat upright in the bed and stretched with a yawn. His elated mood from the night before was dipping rapidly as he looked to the night stand for his cell phone, and upon it, he saw a small, handwritten note.

Working two jobs is a bitch. Had to be up early to go take care of one, but now that you know where I work, feel free to swing by anytime for another 'golden ale.'