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"Get off the stage, jackass!" a voice pierced through the music of the club.

The pair of bouncers on duty for the performance floor looked at each other, nodded, and headed in the direction of the voice. Both were dinosaurs, standing well over nine feet tall, wearing nothing but a tight tee indicating them as security and straining jockstraps.

The disturbance came into view easily. A seven foot tall rhino was posing on one of the stages in his street clothes. That and his drunkenness were the main give-aways that he was not supposed to be on the stage. His body-builder physique would have made him a shoe-in among the caliber of performers usually on display here, and judging from his attitude, he knew it.

In the crowd in front of the stage, another drunk male was adding to the ruckus, pushing on anyone who complained about the impromptu show. In the low light it was still easy to determine he was a yellow lab, not built up, but rather more like a runner or a swimmer. He'd somehow lost his shirt in his drunken rowdiness, and the patrons around were getting ready to start pushing back when the bouncers arrived.

The bouncer with the red markings atop his head and along the back of his neck casually reached down and picked up the dog little more than half his height. The ceratosaurus chuckled, looking to the Rhino. "You think you're impressive, huh? Can you do this?" Before either the rhino on stage or the Labrador could react, he stuffed the canine's head against the fabric of his shirt, along the cleft between his pecs, and flexed those powerful slabs. He took his hand away, leaving the dog supported only by the clench on his muzzle. "Hey Zayne, no hands!" He waved his hands at his coworker while the drunken dog struggled weakly against the pectoral hold.

The other theropod rolled his eyes and just scooped the rhino straight from the stage over one shoulder. "We'll show these two the way out, folks. Your scheduled show will be starting soon. C'mon Rhett." The Carcharodontasaurus' steps shook the floor for yards in every direction, with his weight plus the uncoordinated mass of the drunken body-builder being only spread over his relatively small claws.

The rhino grasped towards the pole well after he was too far from the stage to even reasonably assume he could reach. He started slamming his palms down on his captor's back, only coming back with dry slapping sounds.

The Labrador had mostly stopped struggling, his whole body leaning against the powerful bouncer's muscles supported only by them as he walked.

Rhett casually dug into his captive's pockets for ID as he and his colleague entered the back area of the club, far from prying eyes of customers. Another pair of bouncers nodded to them and slipped out into the club.

Zayne flexed his bicep around the waist of the rhino as he used his other hand to seek out ID for himself, the blue stripes along his arm seeming to strain under the swell of those powerful muscles keeping the rowdy male in check. "Geez, how much did you drink? I mean, at your size you're not exactly a lightweight." The dinosaur chuckled, not expecting any kind of answer from the wriggling rhino.

"Whadryoo doin...?" The ungulate slurred, looking over at the other theropod.

The red-head dinosaur chuckled, and pulled his red jockstrap down and let it fall, all without letting go of the dog with his chest, one strong hand reaching to grope and stroke at his swelling arousal. "Getting ready to deal with you, unless Zayne has dibs."

"Oh no, you go ahead." Zayne chuckled, using both hands to lift up the rhino, peeling his shirt away with a deft tug of his claws and a loud ripping noise.

"muthfucker!" the grey male struggled anew in the taller beefcake's grip. "thad's my work shirt!"

"Well, you won't need it anymore." The blue striped theropod twisted around, and pushed the jacked rhinoceros horn first into his coworker's shaft.

Rhett cried out, tensing up enough that the Labrador whined muffledly into his chest at the pressure. His shaft stretched easily for the smooth, well-polished horn. He started to rock his hips forwards to accept the cockmeal from Zayne, crossing his arms behind his head.

Chuckling at the confused drunken struggles, Zayne grasped the ungulate around his knees and shoved down in time with one of Rhett's thrusts, his whole head slorping down to bulge out the underside of the other dinosaur's shaft immensely. "Need help with this guy's shoulders?"

"I mean... Holding his arms down would help, yeah," Grunted the feeding predator as he ground his hips forwards. The lips of his cockslit pressed firmly against the impressive delts of his chosen prey.

"Nah, we'll be here all day if you try to tackle those shoulders." The blue striped dinosaur chuckled and shifted his grip, crouching and bending forwards to push the squirming rhino's legs onto his own shoulders, as he reached forward, grasped both wrists, and deftly stuffed the drunken male's hands in alongside his head. He changed his grip to the rhino's elbows and shoved.

Rhett cried out in pleasure as two muscular arms shoved up in alongside the powerful meal's head, forcing the drunken ungulate into a diving pose, allowing his next thrust to press over swollen lats and pecs, starting towards the captive male's waist.

Zayne ignored the struggles around his head, pushing forward with the crown of his head against the rhino's taint while his fingers blindly reached up to start working the overwhelmed dog's pants off. He only took a moment to seek out a belt, before the whole garment was coming free, any bindings neatly cut by a deft movement of a claw. He leaned back, and repeated the action on the other item on the menu.

The other dinosaur watched this through lidded eyes. "Thanks, bro. I hate jizzin' out clothes. It's all scratchy."

Still dressed, the bouncer casually raised his hands to grasp kicking grey feet and shove downwards into his coworker's thrust. "You ever gonna use your hands or do you get off on making me do all the work?"

The forceful motion elicited a low moan out of Rhett, who saw just the legs of his meal jutting from his shaft, which managed to stay north of horizontal despite all the weight it was supporting. "I mean, you're the one who asked if you could help."

Stepping back, Zayne dug his thumbs into the strap of his black jockstrap, starting to tug it free of his pulsing, untended arousal. "I thought you'd be flexing more than just your pelvic floor to get him in."

The rhino's struggles waned as muscular hands, then a familiar horn stretched out one side of his predator's sac, his knees starting to sink into the ravenous shaft.

"Look, hold your dick up and I'll feed it, okay?" Rhett flexed and rolled his hips, arms still casually posed behind his head.

The blue striped theropod rolled his eyes, but obliged, grinding a thumb along the top side of his girth as he stepped closer, eying the overwhelmed canine's feet where they dangled and carefully pointing his shaft towards them, the slit at the tip quivering and gaping open as he thought about the meal he was about to receive.

His red-crowned coworker slowly stroked along the back of his head with one hand as he eyed the pair of ravenous dicks: one nearly sated, the other slavering for its meal. Rhett flexed his shaft again, getting the rhino's feet to his stretched cumslit, before leaning forwards, keeping his pecs flexed so that the dog didn't slip free.

The disoriented, subdued canine's feet swung out and met the awaiting gape, splorting right into it. Zayne moaned and flexed, thrusting upwards around the golden's legs. He reached out to grasp his prey's shoulder. "You can let go now. I've got him..." He tugged, eliciting a soft muffled groan from the other bouncer's chest.

Rhett smirked and just leaned forwards further, keeping his chest tensed while licking his lips. "What, don't wanna pecfuck after?"

"I'd prefer to stuff my dick between your glutes." Zayne grunted as he got up to the limp dog's waist, carefully tucking dangling arms into his phallus as it feasted.

With a sigh, the horn-nosed theropod let go with his chest and stood up fully, finally flexing again with his own shaft to send the last of the rhino to join his upper half in churning away. He dropped his arms to place utop his hips, gripping there as he flexed again, the lump of the weakly wiggling feet descending in a smooth undulation. His sac stretched easily, clearly used to meals of this caliber, and gave no resistance against his phallic peristalsis.

"I mean it." The blue striped dinosaur chuckled, shoving down with his hand on the catatonic dog's shoulder, footpaws soon stretching his own balls noticeably.

With the strong grip pressing down so firmly, the drunken dog started to come around, but it was too late for him to effectively do anything. The reptilian's slit was stretched around his arms and chest, and with another flex, closed up like a collar on the lab's neck. "w-what's goin-" The next flex cut off his complaint, his whole head slorping in at once.

Rhett casually flexed his arms, keeping his hands away from his shaft as the last of the squirming rhino's form emptied entirely into his now low-hanging sac.

A coworker slipped by, and held out a wrapped condom to each theropod bouncer, the deer continuing on past, presumably to hand out more rubbers to other preds backstage.

The red-headed dinosaur looked over the wrapper, then carefully opened it with his teeth. "Hey, Zayne, you mind helping me out with the raincoat?"

The spine-backed reptilian gave the horn-nose a glare, before grinning. "If you let me top you after."

Rhett looked taken aback for a moment, before chuckling. "Sure. Been a while."

Zayne gently bit the corner of his own condom's wrapper and took the unwrapped one away from the other bouncer's claw, careful not to let either reptilian set of claws damage the thin rubber. Turning it over in his fingers once to make sure it was oriented the correct way, he slapped it down over the drooling meatus of his fellow cock-predator.

Grunting at the impact, Rhett resisted the urge to grasp at his shaft, or the head of his coworker, instead running one hand along the back of his neck, and the other across an eyebrow ridge at his thumb, and his pinky grinding against his nose-horn.

Carefully, Zayne rolled the latex down around the head of his coworker's shaft, and then continued, smoothing it out with his palms, working the ring of furled rubber down, keeping his claws well away from the fragile material. It could certainly take a good deal of stretching, but puncturing was a different story.

Both dinosaur's churning sacs were growing stiller by now, their occupants less and less able to struggle against the clenching, kneading flesh grinding their predators' seed into their bodies, already starting to tingle.

Rhett was far more focused on the other bouncer's careful stroking than the struggle below. He ground his hips forwards repeatedly during the process, until he felt the lip of the condom fully unfurled near his base. He gave his shaft a few flexes to make sure the rubber was situated properly, before turning to a nearby wall. The molding up near the ceiling would give the tall dinosaur something to grip on.

The blue striped theropod stood upright fully and opened his own condom, much more swiftly applying the latex casing to his rod, eyes focused on his co-workers muscular glutes, tail draped to one side to allow access. Zayne grasped one of the many bottles of lube left strewn around the backstage areas and drizzled the thick substance over his rubber, before tossing it aside. A quick stroke or two spread the lube around his shaft, before he carefully lined up.

Both dinosaur's heavy sacs were barely moving of their own volition by this point, though it was clear a musclebound rhino was making for a much bigger load than a dog. Both would occasionally have a indistinct lump press outwards or shift to one side with a wet gurgle, but not much more energetic than that.

Digging his claws into the crown molding, the red-headed bouncer kept his tail raised and twisted off to one side. The coated and slickened shaft at his rear vent easily start to spread him, and he took a low breath to keep his powerful glutes from crushing in on his coworker's cock immediately.

Zayne chuckled, "Been a while, huh?" The other dinosaur pressed forwards, his powerful hips flexing as he forced the slickened rod into the tight space ahead of it. "Since you're so set on not using your hands, I'm gonna get you off only with my dick up your ass."

Rhett scoffed. "Bet you'll have to jerk me off." He managed to keep his voice steady despite receiving another thrust, driving the latex-coated spire deeper inches at a time.

The spine-crested theropod grinned, shifting his foot position for better leverage, before shoving his hips forwards again, more of his length vanishing up under his fellow bouncer's tail. "What are we betting? I mean, we've both already got a good ballfiller."

Breathing deeply, with the slightest of hitches as the shaft buried deeper each time, Rhett grinned. "Winner gets to deal with the next three disturbances."

Grasping the edge of his condom with one hand, Zayne hilted with a powerful flex of his glutes and thighs. "Deal." He dropped his jaw onto the marginally taller theropod's shoulder, cradled between delt and trapezius as he pulled his hips back nearly a foot, before he carefully adjusted his angle of attack and thrust back in.

Rhett shuddered and gasped as he felt the remains of the Labrador squish against the hard globes of his muscular ass through dinosaur sac, at the same time the thick head of his coworker striking a glancing blow across his prostate and grinding along it.

"Ooh, looks like I hit the spot. Care to renegotiate those terms?" Zayne grinned, as with practiced ease he repeated the motion.

"N-no!" The larger bouncer with the larger meal processing in his nuts declared a little too loudly as his prostate was struck once again. He clenched his claws tight on the molding, his toeclaws bearing down into the floor as the thrusts into his powerful ass turned into a veritable barrage of blows against the sensitive gland in his core. The reservoir at the tip of his shaft was already bloating out with his pre from all the stimulation.

The blue striped dinosaur continued his assault, glancing down with lidded eyes to the swinging, heavy sac of his coworker. He saw no sign of the rhino being solid anymore. Zayne growled and sped up his thrusts, his hand grasping the base of his condom helping him keep his precision pistoning going.

Rhett felt the wood of the crown molding crunch between his claws as his whole body tensed up, his shaft jumping and spasming in front of him, wrapped in its condom. Moments later, the reservoir stretched out nearly a foot from the first powerful shot of former rhino. It was followed by a second, and a third in such quick succession that they nearly blended into one another.

Zayne grunted, biting his lip tightly as he felt his coworker's glutes and insides convulsing around his girth. He felt his own over-laden sac tense and pull up around its contents. He squeezed tight around the base of his shaft and the condom's lip laying there, both holding off his own peak and keeping the latex from being dragged off as he pulled back his hips. In one slick motion he got his cock all the way out and slapped it atop the red-headed theropod's back, practically falling forward onto the tensed, convulsing muscles of the other bouncer as a lancing shot of seed stretched his condom up along the contours of lats and trapezius.

The pair stood there, twitching and quivering in the throes of their climaxes as their sacs gradually contracted to a size that could fit into their jock straps, all that fluid mass transferring into the extensively elastic reservoirs. Rhett's condom had stretched so far it was resting on the floor, with every shot distorting the open tube connecting the water balloon of seed forward, into line with his pulsing member before the weight and elasticity pulled it back down to the mass of former rhino.

The blue striped saurian recovered sooner, having less late-drunk spunk to evacuate, finished first, even though he'd came second. He sighed and took a step back, grunting as this caused the condom attached to his shaft to drop and swing between his legs, nearly coming off from the momentum. He grasped the neck of his volumous balloon with his claw, waiting for it to stop swinging, before tying it off.

The horn-nosed theropod panted heavily, as finally, his shaft drizzled the last pint or so of churned ungulate as post-cum. He let himself sink forward to press his elbows against the wall on either side of his head, pressing his red crown to the paneling as he worked to recover.

Zayne casually waited until he saw no more cum drizzling out of the other bouncer's swollen slit, before grasping that condom as well and deftly tying it away. "I'll see our rowdy guests out. You just take a break while I do that, then go deal with whoever next decides to start shit on the floor."

Rhett's chest and shoulders heaved, until he slowly raised his head up and poked his horn-nose around one of his massive biceps in the direction he thought the other saurian went. "Bro...? Y-you weren't serious, were you bro..?"

"Holy shit, Rhett, what did you do to the damn molding?" a wince-inducing voice made its way to his eardrums, and set his tail flopping down over his sculpted glutes.

"I'm never gonna hear the end of this."