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Stress-Free Summer

For LexOunce

By Draconicon

The first weekend of summer had arrived, and Ralph thought that it had come just a few weeks too late. The coyote was a bit dizzy as he walked down the steps of the college, his head spinning as he finally let go of all the assignments, all the studies, all the stresses that came from being a full-time student. If it hadn't been for the fact that he had a number of friends with benefits throughout the college population, he was pretty sure that he might have lost his mind during the school year.

He looked over his shoulder, staring at the big brick building behind him, and slowly shook his head.

I'm not seeing you again for three months. Man, if only it could be longer...

The coyote shook his head, wiggling his big toes against the pavement before setting off in the direction of the coast. The only good thing about going to college around here was the fact that it was right on the coastline, and that meant that the beach was never far away. It made for great bare-pawed walks during any season, and during summer...

Well, during summer, the club scene really kicked off, and he had a feeling that he was going to get lucky tonight.

Ralph pulled out his phone as he trotted along the sidewalk, the slow smack-bump of the pavement against his paws a lovely feeling compared to the hard thunk of the linoleum or the too-giving carpet of the college. He pushed his glasses up his muzzle as he flicked through the usual aps, uninstalling the underground kink stuff from the university - it only worked on college grounds - and re-installing the general ones that he had used before the school year started. Grindr, Paws4U, Dicks2Drain, all the usual ones that someone like him might want were quickly slapped back into his phone.

He unconsciously wove his way through the other students that had the same idea, moving through the crowd on the way to the beach. It was an easy skill to pick up in the cramped college halls; he wove in and out without effort, occasionally jumping to the side when someone rushed towards him from the other direction, always without looking up from his phone.

Now, where's the best action tonight? he thought, opening a couple of aps at the same time, letting them scan the immediate area. Anywhere with a lot of good kinksters around?

The one thing that the college ap couldn't really deliver was a chance for bigger groups to get together. Despite the dorm rooms offering some privacy to people, it didn't allow for large groups to come together. Ralph had been living off of one-on-one experiences for the last few months, and he needed something...bigger. Something more elaborate and extravagant, rather than just hopping from one scene to another.

And just as he hit the sandy edge of the beaches, he found it.

The coyote flicked between the aps to be sure that the big balls of light all corresponded to the same place. They did, and he grinned.

"Well, looks like I'm hitting up the Vibrating Floor tonight. But first..."

The coyote hopped down from the little concrete ledge onto the sand below. His toes sunk into the soft, almost powdery sand, and he grinned, wiggling them about and enjoying the feeling of the little grains slipping between his toes.

"A nice long walk..."

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The coyote waited for the sun to go down before returning to the boardwalk and the piers where the clubs were. The lights beckoned him much more easily once the sun was down, and the neon was as good as a compass for finding his way to the right place. He passed by a number of people - students and others - in latex and leather, some of them heading to different clubs, some following the same paths as he was.

Guessing that the Vibrating Floor was one of those catch-all sex clubs, he kept walking, stomping a little harder than he needed to on the pavement to shake free the last of the sand on his feet. He had enjoyed the soft sucking feeling of the muddy parts of the beach, and had loved the feeling of sinking his toes into the warm sand, but it was not so good for the fun that he had in mind for later.

Finally, he arrived. The Vibrating Floor seemed to be a three-story club, one with windows open on the top floor that sent out beams of light from inside, and even from the ground floor, he could feel the vibrations from above washing through him, a thudding beat that was just out of time with his own heartbeat.

It was pretty intense, and he liked it.

Joining the line of people waiting to get in, Ralph started taking in the other kinksters that were ready for a night of fun. His phone was buzzing away in his pocket, giving him updates of other people that were sharing his interests, but he wasn't about to be one of those tourists that kept staring at their phone the whole time, letting it lead them around rather than doing the work themselves. He wanted to see if he could guess who was who.

The guy right behind him, a puma, looked like he was looking for a good little bitch to play with. Considering the confidence with which he carried himself, the tight leather pants that he wore, and the leash that he carried at his side, Ralph was pretty sure that the feline would find someone before long.

Hell, he might have considered the cat himself were it not for the somewhat disappointing bulge in the cat's pants. If he was going to play with that, he needed something a little bit...bigger.

The hyena in front of him was a better candidate, and only partially because he was barefoot. With a larger ass and a thick set of thighs, the coyote was pretty sure that the hyena had enough staying power to keep up with him for a while...not to mention that the species usually had a fair bit of musk behind it.

He surreptitiously leaned forward, his nostrils flaring. He picked up the scent of grinding musk, the sort of smell that came from someone that had been teasing themselves for a while, and he grinned.

Oh, I'm going to remember you...

He licked his lips as the line moved forward, his imagination already running free, thinking of the things that he'd be getting up to tonight. There was no way that he was leaving the club without getting a good, hard fucking, at least once. And hopefully more.

God, it's been so long...

He hoped that he was still as good as he remembered being during the last vacation. All that time at the college might have dulled a few of his instincts, forcing him to be a little bit...shy, compared to what he once had been. There were days when he wasn't attending classes where he had been almost predatory, eagerly pursuing anyone that had the slightest interest in his kinks and giving them a chance to indulge it. He had been...well, a bit of a whore, he supposed.

But then, college.

The coyote sighed slightly, comparing himself now to the man that had been on the streets, in the clubs, playing it up. He had been forced to learn shyness, to be cold to keep from exposing himself to humiliation from his peers and lectures from the teachers and the administration. They were always pushing for people to be more conservative about their interests, and if you were caught, then you were put through hell.

He wasn't going to let himself falter tonight. Anyone here was here for one specific reason. To get some sex.

If there was anyone from school that saw him inside, and happened to judge him, then he could just point that out to them. It was the equalizer. He didn't have to be shy. Not tonight.

The line moved forward again, the hyena ahead of him talking to the bouncer that guarded the door. The muscular, big white tiger gave the hyena a little look, then waved him through. Then it was his turn.

Ralph stepped forward, adjusting his glasses and smiling up at the imposing feline. He pulled his ID out of his pocket, passed it over, and the tiger flicked his eyes over it a couple of times before looking back.

"This your first time?"

"Yep. At least, here."

"I see. You got anyone out there to take you home if you go too far?"

"I didn't think I needed one."

"Well, we keep an ambulance on stand-by, just in case someone hits the sub-zone a little too hard, but we like to have back-ups."

The club was sounding better and better by the second, if they allowed that much stuff. The coyote was licking his lips again, and only realized it when the tiger chuckled.

"You're that sort, huh?"

"What do you mean, that sort?"

"Oh, the kind that falls to all fours and starts licking anything in reach."

"...Well, kinda."

The tiger chuckled, leaning back against the wall behind him. A soft stretching sound, like leather being pulled a bit too far, was all that the coyote heard before a big, heavy foot pressed down against his toes. He blushed, knowing exactly what it was as the tiger started rubbing his toes with his own.

"Maybe I'll catch ya if you're here late. You like 'em big?"

"That's the best kind."

"Good. You'll like me, then. Name's Ryan."

"Ralph."

"I know. I got your ID, remember?"

The tiger laughed as he handed it back, and the coyote blushed. Usually, he was a bit smoother than that. He really had been away from the scene a long time.

Waved through and given a spank for his trouble, the coyote hurried inside. Almost instantly, he grinned at the sight before him.

The first floor was split between a bar and a large dance floor, and the dance floor was being used for almost anything but dancing. Most of the people on it were at least grinding on each other, and those that weren't had only stopped to fuck. Some were on all fours in the middle of the room, others were up against the walls, still others were thrown over the bar for a more stable fuck-fest.

But all of them were having fun, and there was nobody rushing to stop anybody else.

Marking the doorways that led to the stairs and bathrooms, the coyote walked down the steps into the den of debauchery, his toes curling slightly as he hit the bottom step and felt the vibration coming through the floor. It almost tickled his feet with the steady oontz-oontz-oontz that buzzed through it, and he smiled as he danced from one foot to another, just to keep the feeling from getting too strong.

Damn, this place is awesome...

Ralph spotted a free spot in the middle of the dance floor and rushed to it, figuring that it was the best way to advertise himself. He stomped into place, threw his arm up in the air...and caught the beat as the next song started.

Stomping about and slapping his big bare feet against the floor, he threw himself into the fast and furious beat. It grabbed him back, following him as he swung his hips around, swaying his ass and occasionally reaching back and smacking it. He spun in place, threw his arms in the air, then dropped to the floor in a squat.

There were eyes on him already, he realized, and he loved the feeling as he started moving a bit faster, a bit more sensually. He swayed and swung, his feet lifting off the floor for a bit longer. He didn't want people to stare at just his ass, or at his growing bulge, or any one spot of him. He wanted them to see him for what he was. He wanted them to see him...and he wanted them to hunt him.

The swaying turned into a circling motion, a slow spiral that started to carry him across the dance floor. The feeling of the burning, buzzing floor panels under his feet only encouraged him, a slight pain and pleasure feeling that only made every step that much more exotic, that sensation that much stronger.

Oh, hell yes...this is the place for barefoot people...this is where you go for a good dance.

He slid along the smooth floor panels, enjoying the heat and the buzzing, the slight burn of a hot sidewalk on a summer's day mixed with the feeling of an engine vibrating away just below them. Every second that he kept his foot down on it, he swore that it was trying to make him keep moving, encouraging him to not stay in the same spot.

He kept on dancing, kept on shaking his ass, kept kicking his feet back for others to see for almost twenty minutes...

Until the hyena came back.

Ralph almost fell head over heels as someone grabbed him by the ankle, nearly knocking him off his feet in one fell swoop. He caught himself, throwing his arms out and keeping himself from cracking his head against the floor, and turned around. The hyena smirked at him, those tight leather pants and that black top framing a body that was a bit chubby, but thick in the arms and legs with more than enough muscle for his taste.

And barefoot, still, too, leaving a few damp footprints on the lit-up panels on the floor that were already fading away.

"Heh, looks like you've been keeping busy."

"Just trying to advertise," the coyote said.

"Well, I'm picking up on that. You a barefooter?"

"Yep. You?"

"Heh, mostly to attract other foot fiends. You one of them?"

"For big ones and sweaty ones, yes."

"Then you'll love mine. Come."

The hyena dragged him along with a surprising amount of force, pulling him off the dance floor and over to the bar. His new partner sat down, putting one foot out for him, and as soon as Ralph saw it, he knew that he'd hit the jackpot.

The hyena's sole was a different color than the dark, spotted fur that covered the rest of his body. The sole was all one pad, a dark gray color, one that was spotted with sweaty and shining against the light of the club. One sniff brought the strong scent of musk to the coyote's nose, and the sweat droplets that he could just make out running down from the toes left him grinning as wide as he could do.

He fell to his knees, pulling that foot closer to him, leaning in and kissing the toes before dragging his tongue down against the pad itself. It was soft and smooth, telling him that the hyena moisturized it regularly, and he groaned as the taste of sweat and the smell of raw foot musk hit him hard.

His cock was throbbing in his pants, but he ignored it, putting both his hands to use holding that large, smelly foot against his face. He nuzzled up one side and down the other, sniffing wildly, his tongue hanging out.

The hyena laughed.

"Man, you really are a foot fiend. I thought I felt someone staring at me in line."

"Mmmph...is that bad?"

"No way. This is hot as fuck."

Ralph grinned again, his tongue setting to work along that long pad. He dragged it across the worst of the sweat in the middle, clearing a line from the heel to the toes, and then dragged his tongue across it again, and again. Each time, the musky, salty flavor was a bit weaker than it had been before, but it was a hell of a lot better than nothing. He groaned every time that he sucked it down, his cock throbbing every time that he completed a lick, and starting to ooze a bit of pre into his pants.

He pulled his head up to the toes, opening his mouth and sucking on one. The thick digit pressed down on his tongue, pinning it, and he whimpered softly.

"Don't you worry, boy. I'm going to let you have a lot of fun. But you do it my way."

He nodded, and the hyena slowly started to push his foot back and forth. The other one reached around, pressing against the back of his head. He felt the moisture on the sole sinking through his fur, rubbing into his skin as he was face-fucked by that big, thick toe. It pressed down on his tongue, holding it down and using it as a welcome mat, grinding itself against his tongue until all the sweat had been cleaned off.

He opened his mouth wider as the hyena pushed more toes into his mouth, moaning and groaning under his breath as he restrained himself from licking wildly the way that he wanted to. He knew that he hadn't been told to go further yet, but...

Shivering, he put his hands behind his back, holding them together tightly to avoid reaching down for his cock and spoiling the whole thing. He wanted to enjoy this for as long as possible, and if he came...well, that would go right out the window.

Instead, he sucked, he licked, and he did everything that he could think of to clean those feet and give the hyena a good time. He licked and nuzzled, he slobbered and drooled, and he swallowed down everything that he was given.

It didn't help that the scent stayed strong even as the flavor began to fade. Every time that he breathed in, he could feel the scent of that foot musk settling deeper into his mind, going down into the core of himself. He wasn't slipping away the way that some foot subs did, wasn't going into a trance, but it was making it hard to focus on anything else. Feet. Feet were good.

He licked one more time before the hyena pulled his foot back, lowering the spit-slick sole down to the coyote's crotch. He ground against it once before Ralph reached down, grabbing him by the ankle.

"Mmmph...Please...no."

"What do you mean, no?"

"I don't, uh...I don't want to cum. Not yet."

"Heh, just want to slobber over more feet?"

The coyote nodded, his cheeks burning.

"Well, can't fault you for that. Lick the other one clean, and I'll let you find another foot dom."

"Thanks for understanding."

"Hey, you're saving me work. No problem here."

He nodded, reaching down and pulling the other foot up and giving it the slobbering that the hyena asked for. Once more, the slight high that came from sucking on toes and tasting that musky scent...well, it kept him hard, that was all he needed to say.

As the hyena left him, going back to the dance floor to look for more prey, he started looking around for something else. There were a lot of big guys out there, lots of hot men, but there were so few that were obviously not engaged with someone else. The minute that he spotted someone free that tantalized him, someone else was already running up to get their attention.

Maybe I'll have better luck on another floor.

He stood up from the bar, making his way to the stairs. Ralph climbed them quickly, barely pausing to stare at a panda and a mouse fucking on the stairwell landing, and then kept moving.

The second floor wasn't so much a bar as it was a bondage scene. He smiled at the sight of so many subs locked to the wall, or down on the floor, and he saw that there were quite a few tops waiting about, some of them leaning against the wall, some shuffling from one foot to another as they waited for their turn.

Heh, a floor where there are more doms than subs. That's something that you don't see every day.

Still, it meant that there was a good chance for him. Ralph walked on in, rubbing his cock a few times through his pants before approaching one of the big guys. A panther that was so dark-furred that he almost didn't show up against the dark room, the big guy had a large sheath on display through a hole in crotchless pants. Not quite hard yet, he seemed to be waiting for his turn with a bound rat.

Ralph reached around, gently rubbing the big guy's balls, and the feline turned to him with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes?"

"You need some pleasure while you're waiting?"

"I wouldn't say no."

"Good."

The coyote got down on his knees, his smile coming back as he nosed the black-furred sheath a few times. The raw stench of man was strong down there, and he could tell that the big guy had been teasing himself while he was waiting for his turn with the rodent. With any luck, Ralph would be able to tempt him away.

"Just think of me as a fluffer," he said, pulling off his glasses as he set to work, dragging his tongue along the side of the furred tube. He moaned as he took in the scent, the eager, hot, musky smell clinging to his fur now, and he loved the feeling of the hot heat that he could feel moving up the inside of the sheath.

He reached the tip, gently teasing the opening with his tongue before licking inside. The panther grunted above him, but not in a way that told him that he was doing a bad job. If anything, it was more encouraging him to keep going.

He did just that, dragging his tongue across the opening a few times before sticking it back inside. Instantly, his tongue was awash with pre and the taste of cock, the inside of the sheath absolutely slimy with it. He moaned, shivering as he felt the taste sinking into his taste buds, soaking the inside of his mouth.

Slurping like it was a straw, he managed to pull some of those juices out, running them along his tongue, savoring the flavor of pure manhood.

Mmmm, now that's what I've been missing...

He sucked again before forcing his tongue inside once more, flicking it down inside enough to find the tip of the panther's barbed cock. It swelled against his tongue, growing quickly, and he pushed it to keep growing a bit faster, licking along the head, along the bit of shaft that was growing up to meet him.

The panther's hand on the back of his head kept him from pulling back as the thick shaft continued to grow up to meet him, nudging against his lips as it did. He opened his mouth a bit wider, allowing it to leave the sheath while he could still tongue around the sides of it. The sheer power of that musky, raunchy, cock taste was so much stronger in the sheath than on the shaft, and he wanted to keep it for as long as he could get it.

Even as that thick cat cock pushed further into his mouth, he kept licking and sucking around the edge of the sheath, even pushing his face down so that he could suck it from the fleshy tube. He moaned, grunted, gasped as the barbed head reached the back of his throat, but he just swallowed, trying to get more.

It didn't take long for the panther to grab him tighter, pulling him back along that flesh tube and fucking him properly. Ralph almost whimpered as he lost the taste of the inside of the sheath, but no sooner had it been pulled from him than he was getting face-fucked. Hard.

The coyote groaned as he felt that thick cock pulling out of his throat, dragged along his tongue before getting rammed back in again. The feeling of the panther's raw power, the thick balls clapping against his chin, the hard shaft pinning his tongue down, the big hands on his head keeping him from pulling away...he moaned, his cock hard and throbbing still in his pants, drooling down into his underwear.

He sucked and swallowed as best he could, wiggling his tongue around under the panther's cock. After all, it was just as much his job to pleasure the big guy as it was the feline's job to fuck him. In and out, in and out it went, forcing him to time his swallows to match the face-fucking that he was getting. One bad-timed swallow would mean a lot of gagging, perhaps worse, and he didn't want to kill the scene.

In and out, in and out, forcing him to gasp for breath when he could, sucking down more of that scent. He could feel more eyes on him as he took that cock deep, feeling it bulging out his throat now and then, knowing that he was being one hell of a slut for the big cat. Just a bit more, though. Just a bit more, and he could move on.

The panther was growling over him, grunting something, probably saying something about how he was a slut, how he was a good cock-sucker, or something like that. Any number of a canned set of expressions for someone fucking someone else to say. It was good. He just let it wash over him, savoring the taste instead.

He swallowed again, feeling pre flowing faster, knowing that the panther was getting close. He pushed forward more, trying to keep more of that cock in his mouth, trying to recapture the sheath again. He kept getting close, but the panther kept pushing him back before he could get that much in his mouth.

Give it to me. Come on, just a bit. Just a bit.

Suddenly, the panther slammed forward, dark fur pressed against the coyote's nose, his face smothered in crotch and stomach fuzz. The big, heavy balls were pressed to his chin, rising up, and his lips peeled back more of the feline's sheath as a little bit more cock pressed into his mouth.

It wasn't the same as licking the inside of the sheath, but it was close enough.

He moaned as a sudden swell of cum rushed down his throat, swallowing hard and fast to get it down. Ralph felt it splashing through his throat, down into his stomach, hot and plentiful, and he could feel the panther's grip on the back of his head getting tighter for a moment before releasing once more. He shivered, knowing that the predatory instincts of the big cats could get the better of them sometimes, and it was only through luck that he wasn't getting all scratched up from that.

The barbed cock slid out of his throat, the thick thing rubbing against his tongue and leaving him a little swollen, but happy. He kissed the panther's dick, chuckling a bit.

"Heh...guess I was a bit more than a fluffer, after all," he said as he put his glasses back on.

"Heh, and looks like you like more than feet, you slut."

The familiar voice of the white tiger at the door made him turn around. It was more than just seeing Ryan that made him blush, though.

All around him were the various tops that had been waiting for their turns with the rat. All of them were looking rather horny, and more than a few had their dicks out. Ryan was the one right behind him, of course, and the white tiger...well, whatever doubts that Ralph had had about a cat having a big enough dick for his ass were thrown right out the window.

The thick, heavy shaft, barbed along the tip and wide enough to make a coke can jealous, flopped down on his shoulder. His eyes went wide at the footlong thing, imagining that pushing into his ass. His natural needs grew stronger, forcing him down on all fours without any further encouragement from the big tiger behind him.

"Heh, I thought you might want that."

"Good lord..."

"Yeah, I'm big for my species. But you'll want that; I think there's a few guys even bigger than me that'll want a turn with your fuzzy butt."

"Just, uh...be careful..."

"Oh, don't you worry. I got something for you that'll make you forget all about this until I bottom out."

There's nothing in the world that can do that, Ralph thought as he felt the tiger's fingers pulling at his pants, dragging them down from the back until the waistband hooked just under his ass, still covering his cock and balls. His shaft tented the front of his pants like nothing else, making his cock throb all the harder, making him feel all the more exposed.

As Ryan started grinding, rubbing his monster of a cock against the coyote's ass, other big cats stepped around to stand in front of him. A lion, another panther, a jaguar, a normal-looking tiger, and a cheetah all stood in front of him...

And they were all barefoot.

Oh god.

As the thump-thump-thump continued through the floor, they lifted their feet as one, bringing their soles down on his face. His glasses slid off to the side of his muzzle, making him grab them quickly before they could be lost to the vibrating floor. Thick toes, flat and slanted soles, warm and soft and slippery pads pressed down on him. They drowned him in their scent, each and every one hot and wet and musky from dancing for who knew how long, and probably knowing that he loved this sort of thing.

They slowly pressed his head down to the floor, leaving his ass in the air and his face pinned down. He couldn't move, not even to turn from one paw to another. They took their time, a broad lion paw shifting to the side to allow for a thick, heavy tiger paw to press down on his cheek, all while the cheetah's musky toes were clenching around his nose. It was like a constant assault by the paws, keeping him from settling down and working on just one of them.

The coyote stuck out his tongue, trying to lick at them, but they only allowed him to lick when they wanted. Sometimes it was along the undersides of their feet, sometimes he was only allowed to lick their toes. Sometimes he was sucking on their toes, sometimes he was smothered beneath multiple feet at once, always held down, always pushed to be used in a new, different, perverted way.

It was even worse than being beneath the hyena's feet. None of them were quite that musky, but damn, there were so many more. They could push down on him, cover his entire head with their feet, leaving him blind to the rest of the room and completely helpless.

Ryan was almost forgotten, and if it wasn't for the fact that the white tiger was so damn big, there was no way that Ralph would have been able to feel the tiger's cock as it slipped in. Even with the feet on his face, even drowning in their scent, he couldn't completely ignore that thick cock as it prodded his hole. He felt it press in, the barbs sinking into his inner walls, forcing him open, stretching his rim in a way that he hadn't done in months.

"Oooooooh!"

He moaned at the top of his lungs, the sound smothered against the feline soles in his face. His own toes curled happily as his ass was finally filled, stretched out to the edges of its endurance. That slight burn that came from something that little bit too big hit him hard, and his eyes rolled back in their sockets.

Fuck, fuck, fuck...so big...

His cheeks burned as he realized that Ryan hadn't stopped thrusting in yet, the thick shaft possibly only halfway in. He could only tell by the feeling of that thick head, the barbs along it raking against his inner walls. His cheeks puffed, his eyes closed as he felt it going deeper, deeper, and deeper still.

The lion thrust his toe past the coyote's lips, and Ralph sucked on it by instinct. He bobbed his head a few times, lathering the digit in a thick coating of spit while the felines chuckled at him.

"That's it, boy. Take it deep," Ryan muttered from behind him.

Ooontz-oontz-oontz went the beat of the music beneath and above them, tickle-burning his knees and his legs as he was filled to the brim. His breath came hard and fast as he was allowed to breathe, the air constantly mixed with the foot musk of the cats in front of him, the sensation of pleasure rushing through him and making it hard to think of anything.

Other guys stood at his sides, heavy cocks ranging from eight to fourteen inches hanging down and dripping on the floor and on him. There were so many tops that were waiting for their turn to use him, to break his ass, to fuck him right into the ground.

The lion gave up on having him worship his toe, but before the other cats could leap in, another hyena came over. Big, broad, flat, heavy, musky, that sole pressed into his face and left him in musky darkness. He moaned, his nostrils flaring to take in the scent, his tongue sticking out. The hyena dragged its foot backwards slowly, using his tongue as a mat, cleaning his sole of sweat in a way that left him completely out of it.

Ryan finally bottomed out in him, the tiger's huge, hefty cock almost too big for him to take. He moaned, shivering, panting, barely held up by the thick, powerful hands of the tiger around his waist. His entire body felt like it was going limp, too out of practice to be able to take it like he used to.

But the tiger was happy to help.

Those big hands held him still as that thick cock slowly started sliding out, those barbs still raking against his insides, teasing his prostate and everything else. When Ryan started sliding back in, he swore that he felt even tighter than before. Were the barbs making him swell on the inside, making him a more pleasurable fuck?

Damn...and there's so many of them...

And yet...despite all the potential work...he felt no stress. He didn't feel hurried, or worried. Just...eager.

This is a hundred times better than schoolwork, he thought.

"Alright, you ready for the main event, boy?"

"...Ready..." he whispered, prepping himself for one of the hardest fucks of his life.

The End