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"You doin' okay, kid?" His smile belied any sense of sincere concern. If anything he enjoyed tormenting his stallion co-star, "You're lookin' a little shaken. Nobody'd blame you for callin' it quits. It ain't everyone's callin'."

Nate snorted, tossing his mane from his eyes and fixing the wolf with an icy stare,

"This isn't my first rodeo," he quipped, "I've taken on bigger things." One cocked eyebrow and a sly glance down was enough to seal the retort with an apt 'fuck you', but it was nothing but bravado. Of course Otto didn't need to know that. The wolf hid the faintest of snarls behind a sickly sweet grin that flashed all too many of his fangs as Nate sauntered off for a few seconds piece from the man who was about to fuck him senseless before a whole film crew of impassive employees more entertained with the prospect of a paycheque than witnessing a homosexual fantasy in the making.

Nate was not new to porn. Whilst he was young he had gotten into the business when his online cam shows had garnered the attention of somebody looking for cheap actors to come in for some shoddy softcore scenes and tight on money he'd taken the job. But then that had led to better and better gigs until now he was rolling with the best of them from CJ the Hammer to the infamous Victor Dark. Stallions who were built like thugs were hard to come by in an industry that prides itself on satisfying everybody's needs so Nate had found himself in demand from all over. He had had fun, but this latest job was throwing him through a loop; they hadn't revealed much about the scene, just that it would contain the usual thoroughfare that you'd come across. Some oral, some anal, light on the plot like always, littered with double-entendres in the beginning before the dicks came out and the sex took over. But something muttered during signing on had him questioning their intentions, only alarmed more by the fact as he walked onto set it looked as if to be the literal embodiment of a medieval dungeon, complete with very real chains and even scarier looking torture contraptions.

Kinks and fetishes were things he was not new to, but his taste for them varied drastically between the men he fucked and the moods he were in. Otto was not typically the sort of male he'd want on the other end of a whip, but a job was a job, so the horse resigned himself to at least finish for the cheque if he couldn't enjoy the experience.

"Are we doing this?" he declared openly as the crew scattered from the set. A disinterested director, looking more as if he were fresh from campus set to make his first film, reclined lazily in a half-beaten chair skimming his phone. Without breaking his stare at the screen before him he waved a paw in the air,

"Sure, sure, just make sure to moan like you mean it and try not to cum until we're done."

Nate rolled his eyes. He damn well better get paid.

Behind him footsteps closed in, an oppressive heat burning down his back and the unmistakable stench of the wolf breathing over him. A solid paw slapped down on his shoulder, Otto coming into view just beside him as he sidestepped onto the set,

"Come on then pony," he snickered, "Let's get you all trussed up for the show." The wolf, as he sauntered on the stage, appeared to have quickly given himself a costume change, shrugging the gown he'd draped over himself and now sporting a nasty looking harness strapped across his chest, rings polished until the metal shone brightly under the overhanging lights of the set. Whilst Nate hadn't been given anything to wear, it seemed as if the wolf had intentions of his own for what he'd like to see the stallion don for the next few hours of filming, "You remember your character?"

He really must have thought he was a greenie. Nate snorted,

"Of course I fucking do," he stepped up to the wolf, "I'm straight but curious jock Dick Taker and you're my dark, mysterious tutor Dom Hardman who's promised me extra credit if I perform some 'extracurricular activities' after classes." Nate threw his mane from his eyes, fixing Otto with a determined look, "Thick on bravado, get nervous then submit, learn to love the big bad wolf balls deep up my ass, what else is there?" A sly smile slipped across Otto's muzzle once more, a glint to his eye that churned up uneasy feelings in the horse's gut,

"Balls deep is just the warm-up, kiddo, but we'll see how you go."

"Where's my costume?"

"Just strip and look pretty, nobody gives a shit about the threads, pony."

Otto left it at that. He strutted onto the stage and stood there in all his leathered and buckled glory waiting for the horse to join him. The director, finally rousing himself from his phone, barked action to the crew, and cameras glided into life, pulling themselves across rails and via arches of their braces as they focused upon centre stage.

Enter Dick Taker, disrobed and befuddled in his professor's dungeon.

"Uh, Doc?" he hesitated, paws clasped in front of his crotch in a futile gesture of modesty. It felt false, even to Nate. He was too readily comfortable in his own skin and bearing it all for others. It lacked the real shame he had once had as a virgin amateur breaking into the scene, "When I said I'd do anything for extra credit, I didn't mean any of that gay shit."

"You're such a tease, little Dick," Otto said with a churlish glee, "We both know exactly what you meant. You can play pretend for your buddies in the showers when you think no one's looking, but I see you taking peeks." The wolf practically bristled in his harness, his body swelling with the ego of the man he was living vicariously through for the cameras, and he suited it well. If Nate didn't know what he was like beneath the act, the stallion honestly would have fallen for a guy like him. "You think you're invisible in my lectures because you're in a crowd, but I smelt the submission on you the first day you walked in. You are a stallion that is ripe to be saddled and reined; and I am the wolf to tame you."

The wolf gestured with a curled finger, beckoning Nate to approach. He feigned reluctance, edged from one hoof to the other as he played the façade of indecision. His face became etched with emotional discord: deny the accusations and affirm his heterosexuality or kneel before the hunky wolf and let the male sodomise him for all the lucky fantasists who'd be watching this. The outcome was out of his paws naturally, but for a moment he acted hesitant, only finally taking tentative steps forward until he faced Otto's gleaming, sadistic grin.

"I'm not a queer..." his voice quivered, leaning his weight down as one knee fell to the floor followed swiftly by the other.

"It doesn't matter what you are," Otto sneered, reaching out the squeeze at the horse's jaw, prising apart his lips, "Now you're mine."

A bridle was produced from somewhere. Props must have been laid out, an assortment of tools for their debauchery whilst filmed. Nate, being a horse, had had some relative experience with reins before, squirming his maw as Otto fastened the leather straps around his head and snout. Directors often celebrated the fact he was a stallion and made every effort to exaggerate that fact, oft trying to devolve him to some feral figurehead of nothing more than a frustrated beast that needed his release. Suffice to say those jobs paid well and whilst the gear was demeaning, Nate somehow felt this was going to be drastically different in tone to all those instances before. Already as the last buckle was done and the reins grasped in the palm of Otto's paw, he could feel the power the wolf was beginning to wield over him. His head jerked with a yank of the man's arm, dragging the horse closer to him. With the pressure of the bridle sinking into his flesh around his skull, his muzzle feeling unnaturally constricted, barely able to open enough to mutter some indiscriminate words, he looked up at the wolf with a mask of excitement and uncertainty. Dick Taker was between two worlds, one he had desperately held on to for so long, and the other the wolf was drawing him in to slowly but surely. Dom Hardman was about to break the stallion and make him his mare.

"Should have done this months ago when your grades first started going down," Otto chuckled as he kept a tight hold on the reins, his free paw groping his sheath and teasing out pink flesh, "If you're going to be going down in something, it may as well be me." Blunt innuendoes were tricks of the trade and Nate couldn't help but roll his eyes. He doubted the camera could see, but at least the wolf could appreciate the sourness of the 'joke'. If he did, he didn't register it. All that came was a firm grab of his mane and Nate soon found his mouth pushed deep into the wolf's musky ball sack, "So get to work and earn those extra credits, boy."

If given the chance the respond, Nate wasn't sure what he might have said. A retort to the wolf in person would have made him feel better, but a break in character would have meant cutting the take and starting over. He might as well have whinnied 'Yes sir!' and be done with it, but his muzzle was snuffling into shaggy fur that smothered the wolf's nuts. Nate didn't waste time in getting stuck in to his work, tongue slobbering out and sucking those fat orbs into his maw and kissing the sweaty, rank sack as if his very life depended on it. He threw in a few hearty moans, some needy whimpers, and thrust his backside into the air with a flagged tail just in case the camera wanted to capture some saucy shots of his hole all puckered and waiting to be fucked by some meaty wolf cock. With his legs spread, his own balls dangling just between his thighs and his dropped member throbbing and hardening with each passing second, he could just imagine the snapshots they'd post as promos from a low-down angle peering up at the thuggish wolf manhandling a stallion onto his crotch.

Nate suckled loudly and greedily on those balls, making sure to give a good sound for the camera and to exaggerate every action so as to give some hot material to work with in post. Provided much of his face couldn't be seen buried under Otto's erection, the dark, angry cock grinding against his forehead and scalp as he pushed the horse deeper against him, but it would be worth every penny for the consumer who'd buy the movie. Each hungry slurp and bitchy groan, or hell even the way Otto thrust into his face, would get the viewer hard and horny before the rest of the main course had even started.

But ball sucking could only last so long, it was just foreplay for as far as Otto was concerned, and Nate had the same feeling. It could only be interesting for so long, only be hot for so long before they would get bored themselves. Chances are they'd run the same scenes again several times over before the day was done anyway, so when the wolf pulled his head free from between his legs, Nate was almost relieved and raring for whatever came next.

Almost.

The wolf didn't bother with make-believe this time around. Perhaps he had forgotten, maybe he was caught up in the moment, but he made no grace as he shoved Nate back down, this time impaling him on his fat cock. Nate nearly choked as the sudden rush of meat battered his lips and slid deep into his maw, but he recovered quickly. Dick Taker might have pretended to be as straight as a die for his imaginary peers, but for his namesake it was obvious this wasn't his first time, much like this was nothing unusual to Nate. No matter how rough Otto liked to be, he could keep pace easily with the brute. His dick, slimy with pre, rancid with god knows what else, probed at his throat until Nate worked his porn star magic and swallowed the cock right to its root, lips pursed at the swollen knot that sat just before the base.

Embellishing the act, Nate behaved just a little as if it was a struggle for him. Sure Dick might have been more of a slut than he let on, but it was always good footage when it looked as if the sub was having a hard time keeping up. They liked to see them learn into the role, to develop as the little bitch they'd wind up being when the credits rolled, all sloppy and leaking from being fucked, begging with 'fuck me' eyes as they cuddled up to the top who'd railed them into another dimension. It was all for good filming. Nate brought his paws up as if to push himself off the wolf, knowing full well with a bridle about his head it was in vain, but Otto simply grasped his wrists on instinct and held them up roughly, stretching the stallion's body out in an uncomfortable position. Balanced only on his knees and bobbing his head up and down the wolf's cock, with Otto holding his arms aloft, it was a burning ache on his abdominals to keep his righted,

"Yeah, that's it," Otto grunted as he saw Nate's body tremble under the strain, "Get used to this, 'cause you're gonna be sufferin' a whole lot more, boy!"

Something was latched about his wrists. Cuffs, most likely, pulled from thin air much like the bridle, and they weighed against his limbs as chains clinked against one another. But Nate's priority was sucking the wolf's length, deep throating the member with gusto and need. He would moan occasionally, sputtering the noise from between full lips, and spit would dribble down the male's shaft in perfect lines that glistened under the studio's lights to make for prime footage. The gargles and splutters of his muzzle as he swallowed the brute's cock would have certainly been picked up by the boom mic that hovered over them just out of sight, though Nate could spot the fuzz of black popping in and out of view as he glowered up at Otto whilst he went down on him. Otto just kept his smile, melting in some lust and pleasure to fool the cameras into thinking he was having the time of his life with a horse wrapped around his shaft.

However long had passed since they'd first started oral, it mattered little to Nate as he was lifted up by his cuffs into the air, staggering to his hooves as Otto rose with him. The wolf had some size on the stallion, Nate was never a big breed being only a Falabella. He lacked the stature and brawn the wolf exuded with a malicious confidence as he led the stallion across the room by the reins, tugged behind him and led like any feral to the stable or post. But Nate's destination would be nothing as mundane as he was led to a spanking horse, a fitting piece of bondage furniture as Otto didn't even give him a second to register what was going on. He was guided roughly onto the ruts, his limbs settling on the padded cushions stretched out for him, and the wrist restraints soon found themselves latched to various hooks until he was unable to move freely. Bound in place, Nate shifted his weight uneasily on the frame as Otto took a step back and admired the scene, paw stroking down the stallion's back and smacking his bared cheek with a satisfying, dirty clap.

"Lookin' good, boy," he declared as he disappeared behind the horse. Nate could glance across his shoulder, but Otto pre-empted him. Blinders were added to his get-up, his own costume now coming together just as the wolf had promised. Not matter how far he strained his neck to see, all he could watch was the crew standing just beyond the set and swimming in the spotlights, faceless and impassive as they worked while up on stage Otto and Nate themselves 'worked'. "No peekin' now, don't want you spooked." He snickered at his own joke, degrading him to that of a feral even more, but Nate should have expected it from a wolf with a brain only fit for porn. He felt slick fingers sliding up his taint and pressing at his hole, and hissed as two fingers were pushed deep into his ass. Being a veteran had its perks. There wasn't even a touch of discomfort as Otto fingered his entrance open roughly, but for the sake of the viewers at home he rambled and bawled as if it were his first time, begging for mercy. Mercy however wasn't in the script. If there was a script at all.

Two fingers became three, and with three came more lube until sticky rivulets of the slick fluid began to run down Nate's balls. The coldness soon warmed as Otto worked himself in deeper, pushing from one knuckle to the next until his paw was grinding up against the horse's backside. He stretched out the rim, gave it some room to adjust and accommodate what would soon fill it, and Nate groaned as the camera moved into view silently staring at him. He wanted to capture his expression, the wolf hidden just behind him with an arm working against his ass with fingers buried inside, and they wanted to see him teetering into arousal. They wanted the slut who needed to be slammed hard, who yearned to be full of thick wolf seed, and who would plead for more even when the male was spent and soft. Nate gave it to them, biting his lips, clenching his eyes, softly moaning something fierce as he pretended this was the best feeling he'd ever felt.

He wouldn't lie though, it was actually beginning to feel good having the wolf stroke against his prostate like that. Pre dribbled from his tip as he was milked by an expert porn star with equal experience under his belt, figuratively and literally.

Fingers left his ass, his hole gasped shut, suddenly empty but slick with lube. Nate felt a weight shift up behind him and a shadow loomed over his body, blotting out most of his view. Coarse, thick fur brushed over his spine as Otto smothered him, clambering up on to the frame as their legs drew level,

"Better relax, boy," he growled, "You gotta work hard to get those credits."

Nate neighed breathlessly as he felt the wolf's head spear into him. Inches rushed in, unabated as Otto took his own time, almost rushed, to shove everything in all at once. The girth stretched him wide and fast, the length punched him deep, and Nate struggled at his bindings as the wolf mounted him in one fluid thrust. The knot rammed at his hole, every throb of the male's cock surging against his trembling guts, as he braced for Otto to get to work and earn his share of his paycheque just as Nate was about to earn his.

The wolf's muzzle leaned down close to his ear, the breath tickling against his skin,

"Told you balls deep was just a warm up. I might fuck this take up just so I can do that again..."

Nate whined, pitifully and genuinely, as the camera watched them both, the wolf drawing his hips back only to slam himself hard against the stallion's ass.