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Cal sat in his room, his computer chair giving a mild creek. Dark circles were under his eyes as he finished up another hour of scanning through the recent job listings. Some old women needed a pet sitter, another gas station needed a cashier, a mother's son needed help in high school algebra, and Cal felt his anger beginning to simmer when each one only offered a tiny bit above minimum wage.

"Goddamnit..." Cal said through clenched teeth as he shut his ancient laptop and put his forehead in his hands to rub his temples. He looked over to the nightstand by his bed and glanced past the large chunk of quartz rock sitting on display. The red letters that beamed back were 11:55 and a small "pm" indicator beside them.

His room was eerily the same as when he left for college...and when his mom was still around. Clothes were piled in a hamper in an open closet, a large rainbow flag was hung above his bed as if protecting it and warding off straightness, and several posters of the punk bands he listened to adorned his walls. Although the gay flag was a reminder of his present tastes, the rest of the stuff in his room felt antique, like looking into a buried time capsule. Calvin nearly jumped when he heard a small knock at the door.

He realized he was in his underwear; a pair of tight fitting-briefs that did little to hide his maleness. "H-hold on!"

Calvin scrambled to his hamper to grab a discarded pair of gym shorts, that he wore the day before when working out, and a simple light blue tank top. Due to being a bull, the tank top caught on his horns, and he gave a curt moo as he attempted to maneuver the article of clothing down onto his chest. Luckily, he didn't run into any furniture in his room until he finally got the shirt on.

"Okay, you can come in," Calvin said as he sat down on his bed and grabbed the nearest object within reach. It was Fahrenheit 451, his favorite science fiction novel, and he had read the exact same page multiple times with each visit from his father. He would have to get a different book soon.

Calvin's father chuckled as he opened the door, smiling. To say Raymond Carson was a huge bull would be an understatement, and he took up most of the doorway with his wide frame. That wasn't to say he was fat, of course, although the years had taken an obvious toll on his body, as what had been abs a few years ago had turned into more of a muscle gut, but the shadow of their former glory still remained, or at least that's what he told himself when he looked in the mirror and lamented the grey in his hair.

"You know, Cal, if you're in here jacking it, you can just tell me, and I'll come back another time," Ray smirked as he leaned on the door frame, the wood creaking from his weight.

Putting his book down on his chest as if he was interrupted and giving a small smile, Calvin said, "Nah, you would know if I was. Does this look like jacking off attire to you?" he asked with a flourish of his right hand. "You walked in on it before."

"And that's why I knock now," the black-furred bull rumbled, rolling his eyes. "Sometimes I forget that you're a mature adult and not a kid anymore, so of course you have...urges. At least I knew the code for the tie on the doorknob thing, so I didn't walk in on you and...what was that boy's name you were seeing a few months back?" he asked, tapping his neatly-trimmed, grey-bearded chin.

Calvin put the book to the side. With the memories coming back to him, he actually wanted some personal time to himself now. God, that zebra's ass was so tight. Or was it the wolf his dad was referencing? Playing club football really did give him an opportunity to meet new people, and there were so many curious dudes.

"Hmmm, you are thinking of Zach. He was the cute zebra. I think he's in Italy now and studying abroad," Calvin quickly adjusted his gym shorts and, by extension, his briefs to make sure nothing poked up through his waistband. Calvin could still remember that zebra running in his football tights and that tail flicking about.

Ray shrugged, grunting. "Shame, you two were cute together. Or was he more of a fling than a potential boyfriend?" The father paused for a beat. "I know, I know, you don't want me prodding into your dating life, but I just wanna know you're happy, Cal," he finished with a curious smile on his face that told his son he cared. "And so I know whose asses I need to kick if they hurt ya," the older bull tacked on with a wink.

"Ugh, I know, Dad. But I promise, none of them have hurt me. And yes, I do use condoms, so you don't have to ask if I'm safe. I promise I'm following the tips you gave me...but I do appreciate the extra backup. I'm happy, too. He would be someone I could see being my boyfriend, but since he is all the way across the world, I may have to wait to tell him that I have feelings," Calvin finished with a bit of a frown. It was hard to do anything when all his friends were several states away and had apartments. Cal was just thankful he didn't have any rent to pay, since he still lived at home with his father.

The older bovine frowned and walked forward, sitting on the edge of his son's bed and resting a caring hand on his boy's shoulder, giving it a compassionate squeeze. "I saw how much you were smiling and laughing around him, so it must really suck for him to be so far away now. You seemed pretty good together, and I imagine it's probably eating you up inside to know he's in a foreign country, surrounded by new and exotic guys, and..." He trailed off, shaking his head. "Sorry, that probably wasn't helping too much, was it?" his dad asked with an unsure gleam in his eyes and an apologetic smile.

"No," Calvin said with a bit of a sigh, but he gave a grin right after. "It's just your way of helping...I know." Although Cal did feel a tinge of annoyance, he couldn't ignore the care and compassion that his father had for him. It was tough to feel bitter towards the older man. He had been through so much, and even when Cal's mom left, he still accepted his sexuality with open arms and a loving heart. Calvin was a bit surprised his dad didn't blame his coming out process as the reason for their divorce, because his mom was not pleased in the slightest. In a way, it almost brought them closer as father and son.

Sighing, Ray pulled his son into a tight hug, practically smooshing the younger bull's head into his dad's flannel-covered pecs. "Still, I'm sorry, Cal. I know I've never been half as good at comforting ya as Mary, erm, your mom was, but I'm still tryin' to adjust to this whole...well, being a mother and father in one...thing. Was a bit easier when I could just pat ya on the back and tell ya to buck up, but that's not the compassion ya need...or at least that's what the self-improvement audio books say about things a single dad needs to know," he smiled a little sadly as he released Calvin from the hug.

It had been nearly two years since Calvin came out and the ball started rolling on the series of events that rather rapidly led to his parents' divorce, but it was clear that his father's heart was still trying to heal from the void the divorce had left in it. Calvin often wondered if his father doted on him as much as he did because it was a way to distract himself while being the good dad he wanted to be.

"I guess we all have a bit to learn still," Cal said in an almost dismissive way. The one thing he hated bringing up was Mom; especially when Dad brought her up. He just wanted her to fade away and be forgotten about, like something distant on a shoreline that slowly began to disappear as your ship sailed away. Although Cal felt his Dad was doing what he could with the family, there was still a hole in his heart his mother used to occupy, and it was still being filled in slowly. Of course, Cal did not realize how much he yearned for simpler times, but his Dad had a way of reminding him with talks like these.

Trying to change the subject, Cal found the one thing he could rely on in any awkward conversation. "Umm, are you wearing a new cologne? It smells like a pine tree in here. And why are you dressed so nice when it's almost midnight?"

It was clear that the question had caught Ray off guard, and it took him a few seconds of sputtering to formulate a response. "H-hey, is it a crime to try to look good?" he asked, but his joking expression slowly slipped into embarrassment when it was obvious that he wasn't fooling Calvin. "Okay, okay....maybe I'm going on a date."

"Ooooo, so who's the lucky one?" Calvin asked with a sly grin. "Apparently, they enjoy flannel..." Calvin chuckled when he noticed the dark blue jeans contrasting the deep black, freshly-polished hooves. "And look who's got some style, too! You look like a mix between a lumberjack and a hip IPA-drinker." Calvin had to admit, his Dad was looking fly and almost twenty years younger, if the smattering of pepper-grey hair in his beard and hair didn't hint at his age.

"Please, I'm just wearing one of my better work shirts, and I took the time to preen a little bit," the older bull laughed. "And I'm just meeting a guy for drinks, nothing to write home about," Ray shrugged evasively.

Although Cal was joking, there was a hint of curiosity and mischievousness to his next sentence. "Welllll, please let me know when you are coming back home with the lucky guy, so I can grab my 'no-no' headphones and not hear what goes down. As much as I like older guys, I don't think I want to hear my Dad in the throes of passion." Cal gave a wink, mimicking the same wink that his Dad gave to him when he entered the room, and his blue eyes sparkled.

Ray snorted with a hint of laughter. "I doubt you'll have to worry about that. Your old man doesn't even have half as much game as you seem to think he does, Cal," the older bull grinned, patting his son on the back as he stood up from the bed. "Just try to get some sleep, Cal. And on the incredibly off-chance I bring someone home, I'll be sure to put the tie on my doorknob," he chuckled as he walked over to the door and looked over his shoulder. "Oh, and for the record, this new cologne is supposed to be spruce, not pine," Ray winked teasingly before exiting the room and shutting the door lightly behind him.

So his Dad would hear him, Cal made a raspberry noise and stuck his tongue out. "You still smell like a conifer! Whatever that is..."

Cal immediately got up off his bed and went back to his laptop, reinvigorated to continue his search for jobs after talking to his dad. After seeing his father going out, part of him fantasized about the ability to give his Dad some money and help provide for the family. He didn't want to be the "son" anymore, but more of a friend and an extra provider. He wanted his Dad to see him even more as an independent person.

Calvin began to quickly scroll past job opportunity after job opportunity until he finally came across one that was way more than he ever expected. He didn't even look at the title, he just looked at how much he got paid per hour.

"Wages are locked at $20 an hour. As you gain experience and clients, you will gain more. Tips are not included in your wages. If you are full time, you can opt into benefits."

Calvin thought that it was a door guarding position, which he had no internal qualms about. He could muscle out some drunks or rowdy individuals. But it would be weird as a guard to get tips. Who the fuck would tip their bouncer?

Then Calvin read the title.

"Go-Go Dancer for The Flag."

Oh God, they wanted a male stripper! Calvin stared at the computer screen for a moment, the laptop light reflecting back in his face as he looked at the virtual poster. It was a clawed finger holding what looked like a tiny-looking thong out to the side almost invitingly, the pink material covered in glitter.

The first thing Calvin did in his sleep-deprived state was blink, and the second thing was think: "I kinda want to apply." The thought came almost as a joke, and he chuckled to himself, but behind that chuckling was an honest wondering if he could do such a job.

Calvin closed the laptop and hopped up off his computer to walk over to the full-length mirror to take a look at himself. He had chocolate-brown fur that seemed to shine in the light of his room, and his bright white, polished horns were long and intimidating. Contrasting his father, Calvin was a leaner cut of beef.

Club football kept him in grand shape. The training and conditioning that they put him through gave him abs, and he had that nice V-cut down to his pelvis. He was a lean type of large, but still had powerful muscles that were bigger than even his father's. Peeking out above his tank top were pillow-like pectorals that bounced invitingly whenever he lifted his arms, and Calvin could bounce them at will, if asked. His biceps were also larger than his father's and ballooned outward. It was all the deadlifts and curls that kept the bicep muscles in prime condition. However, the rest of his arm was just as powerful. He was definitely attractive, but could he strip?

Cal made up a fake beat in his head, grabbing the bottom of his tank top and swaying his hips in a kind of sultry manner. His tail flicked back and forth behind him, the fluffy tip high and coming to a point. When the tank top was off, Calvin's blue eyes were glittering mischievously back at himself in the mirror, and he felt a surge of energy as he found a fire slowly starting to build up inside of him that he didn't know existed.

He threw the shirt to the side of his bedroom, taking his finger down towards his chest and towards his abs to hook a thumb in his gym shorts. He found the whole situation a bit silly, but he had to admit that he was turning himself on as he gyrated his hips. He turned on his hooves, leaning forward to show off his thick, muscular ass to himself. Giving a wink to his reflection, he slowly began to pull off his gym shorts as well as his underwear.

Fuck yeah, he could definitely strip.

Calvin used his right hand to feel his muscular ass and cupped his balls with his left as he stood up straight. He teasingly flexed his rump, the two globes of muscle with a bit of fat as padding lifted up and flattened to show off the dimples. He could knock someone out with his backside.

His calves and hamstrings were perfectly toned, built for speed and nothing more. As a running back for the team, he was fast and nimble but built like a brick wall, so he could take a hit no problem.

Bored with the back, Calvin turned around to show off his front. His quads bulged out which gave him large thighs that could crush watermelons. Although his member and balls were cupped in his hand, he slowly began to let them go. His cock was at full attention, the shaft and head measuring up to a little over a foot while his balls were round and full to the brim.

He shook his hips, making his erect cock slap against his thigh and his balls bounce inside of their large sack. He decided it was time to end the show with a blast. Grabbing his cock in his right hand and bringing his left up to pinch his left nipple, Calvin began to pleasure himself. He gave a huff, hot air steaming up a small area of the glass as he started to stroke himself.

His hand felt nice and tight around his shaft, the movement sliding across sensitive nerve endings and making his muscles flex. He gave a small shiver, the stimulation starting to make him heat up. He felt his arousal slowly start to build with each stroke and nipple pinch, and he found his final act beginning to reach its end destination.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck....yeah...yeah....hnnnng," Cal moaned softly to himself as his balls began to unleash their payload. Shot after shot of white, creamy, warm bull seed sprayed across the mirror and his own reflection. His balls tingled and flexed upwards with each shot to make sure each stream of fresh jizz could be carried to its destination. His cock throbbed as well, the head engorged as his shaft hopped upward joyfully during each release.

Finally beginning to come down from his orgasmic high, Cal found himself snorting back to reality. His chest heaved, sweat rolled down his frame, and his mirror looked exactly like a Rorschach ink blot. Ten heavy streaks were left on the mirror as evidence of his handiwork, and Cal let go of his dick with a bashful blush.

At that very moment, he realized he might want to call The Flag for an interview.

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"Mister Johnson will see you now," a sultry fox practically purred as he checked his clipboard. Dressed in short booty shorts and a pink tank top, the lithe vulpine made bedroom eyes at Calvin who sat a little awkwardly in a small chair in the backroom of a gay nightclub. "Unless you'd rather see more of me first, sweetie?" he winked, suggestively licking the lollipop that he'd had in his mouth in the most cliche way possible.

"That won't be necessary..." Calvin replied, a meek smile showing off his nervousness as he made his way past the fox towards the door. Fuck, what was he thinking sounding like a CIA agent? What kind of reply was that?

"Your loss, handsome," the fox scoffed before disappearing just as fast as he'd appeared around the corner.

God, he couldn't believe he was doing this. The lie that he told his father, which was that he was going to bed, still echoed in his mind. It wasn't that he felt bad about it. After all, he was doing it for his family, but the fact that he was stripping made it seem strange and bizarre. Luckily, if Dad's date tonight was like yesterday, he would be out all night, which gave Cal some time.

The door in front of him wasn't anything special, except it had a brass plate on it that read: "Rusty Johnson, Owner, Talent Acquisition". The brass knob felt like it would jump out and bite him, like a snake, but Calvin knew it was just his nerves. Taking a deep breath, he reached out and opened the door to step inside...

"Be right with you," a middle-aged donkey muttered from behind a laptop, tapping away on it slowly. "Darn thing's always giving me trouble, and now it's frozen, so now I can't even access the shit you sent me after we spoke yesterday," he groaned, pinching the bridge of his muzzle and pushing up his reading glasses in frustration before rising from his chair and getting a good look at the bull who'd just stepped into his office. "Christ, you're even bigger than I figured you'd be, based on the picture you sent in."

Calvin found himself taking that as a compliment and blushed a bit. "Uhhh, that won't be a problem, will it, sir?" He walked forward but did not sit at one of the two available chairs in front of the desk. He decided it would be wise to wait and be told when to sit. Calvin was dressed much like how his father was dressed on his date before, but instead of jeans, the bull had on fairly nice dress pants to go with the nice flannel shirt.

"Hardly, my boy!" the greyish brown-furred donkey laughed, setting his reading glasses on his desk and indicating one of the chairs for Calvin to sit in, which he immediately did. "Please, sit. I'm Rusty Johnson, owner of this club, and I'll be interviewing you privately tonight. Nothing too scary, I promise. And since my computer is being garbage, I must apologize, but you'll have to tell me your name, son. I've been sifting through loads of applications, and I'd rather not embarrass myself by calling you the wrong one," he finished with a rather handsome smile that would make him look half his age, if it weren't for the crow's feet at the corners of his chestnut eyes.

"Oh, I'm Calvin...Calvin Carson, sir!" the bull said with a charming smile and his tail flicking back and forth. Although he had a strange feeling, since he expected the office to be a little more bombastic, as it was a strip club, he felt almost warm and comfortable inside the office, and the formal nature from the donkey kept him at ease. The cherry wood of the desk, chairs, and the gold trim suggested wealth and prestige, and Calvin could see a small shelf from the corner of his eye holding all sorts of various pictures. It looked like the donkey at a younger age, but slowly getting older and posing with various strippers dressed in different costumes. It looked almost ridiculous, since Rusty was looking rather dapper compared to the scantily-clad men surrounding him.

Tonight, the donkey was wearing a light purple suit and dark purple tie over a lavender dress shirt, but the suit jacket hung open, making him look a little less formal. "Pleasure to meet you, Calvin," he smiled, reaching out and shaking the huge bull's hand firmly, albeit perhaps rather comically, given how much larger Calvin's hand was compared to the donkey's. "Now, I won't beat around the bush, Calvin, the competition is rather fierce right now to fill the void left by one of my best strippers going off and getting hitched. Beautiful ceremony, I cried the whole time," he chuckled, throwing in that little aside comment and letting a bit of flamboyance shine through his otherwise professional demeanor. "And I won't lie to you, I've seen a ton of eye candy apply for this position who I'd absolutely love to see nearly or completely naked on my stage, but the important question I have to ask you is this: What makes you think you're better than the dozens of other hot young guys who have applied for this?" Rusty asked, leaning back against his desk with his fingers steepled up under his chin.

Calvin paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts to the challenge raised to him from Rusty. He decided to go with what Rusty had probably heard before and perhaps move from there. "I am a hard-working and determined individual, and I can do long hours if the job demands it of me. I would like to be a part of this environment, because I have always wanted to be a performer and entertain. I think I would be great for The Flag because I'm big, but I'm also nimble. As a football player, I think I would be a unique asset to your team of performers."

Calvin stopped a moment to study Rusty's expression, making sure that he hit what Rusty was looking for and noticed that the donkey had his hands clasped and his thumbs together, clearly pondering the bull's words. "Hrm, not the most profound answer, but not an unexpected one from a man who wants a job," he sighed, pushing off from the desk and pacing in front of it for a few seconds. "You say you play football?" he asked, seemingly out of nowhere.

"Uhhh, yes sir! I am a running back for the Nashville Deers Club team. I've been on the team for about two years now. I joined my freshman year," Calvin said, nerves beginning to creep in. He could feel his heart rate increase along with his breathing rate. Now was the time to start pulling the big guns to impress his potential boss.

Rusty made a thoughtful noise before turning on a hoof and looking directly at Calvin. "Tell you what, how about I give you the chance to impress me, hm? I want to see a display of sheer, unadulterated masculinity that really highlights that sporty side of you. Think you can do that for me?"

Calvin's heart nearly leaped into his chest. He was given a chance to prove himself; now would be his time to do just that. Cal didn't even think twice as he gave a nod before getting up off the chair. He could see the calculating expression from the donkey, watching him closely like his clients might watch him.

"D-do you have anything you would like me to change into or props you want me to wear?" Calvin asked with a polite, confident smile.

The donkey gave him a small smirk. "Just use what God gave ya, hun."

Calvin gave another nod and started to do exactly what he did in front of the mirror at home. He began by swiveling his hips to an imaginary beat, his tail flicking back and forth as he started to unbutton his shirt with a calm, controlled smirk. He had a focused expression as he watched Rusty closely, pulling off his shirt to show the white shirt underneath. He noticed Rusty had raised an eyebrow, and Calvin grabbed the bottom of his white undershirt, lifting it up teasingly to show off his washboard abs and adonis belt. "Like what you see?"

Although the question was risky, Calvin wanted to do whatever it took to get this job, and he figured if it meant being a little cocky, then so be it. He was just as cocky on the football field.

"Hard not to like what I see," Rusty replied with a slowly growing smirk, his eyes betraying just a little bit of lust in his expression as he sat down casually in one of the two guest chairs, turning it to face the standing bull. "I can always appreciate a man who's put a ton of time into his body, and it's clear you're no stranger to a gym!"

"I like how the weights feel on my muscles," Calvin said as he strutted up to the desk. He began to slowly remove his shirt, making sure to be careful of his horns. The compliment got him going, and although his heart was pounding in his chest, it was because getting a compliment from a boss of a strip club stroked his ego...among other things.

It was playing out exactly like how it was in front of the mirror. He was very hard beneath his khakis, and it took all of his willpower not to rub his bulge in his pants. But he persevered and instead opened his hand and said in a deep voice, "May I have your hand?" He took a hoof and placed it on the edge of Rusty's chair, posing over Rusty in just his khakis and belt.

Snorting with laughter, the donkey gave Calvin his hand and placed it in the bull's huge mitt. "I'm curious to see where you're going with this, handsome," he chuckled as his eyes drank in the sight of the shirtless brown bovine, gazing over every peak and valley in his perfectly-sculpted musculature.

Giving a grin, Calvin took Rusty's hand and began to lead him towards his abdominal region. Making sure Rusty's hand lingered on the hard muscle, Cal confidently moved the donkey's hand around the bumpy muscles so he could feel each and every inch of them. His abs were sculpted to near perfection, and he felt his pride swell. "Want me to remove my pants, so you can see the rest that I have to offer? I would hate to give you a tease." Although Calvin obviously knew the answer to the question, he wanted Rusty to get a sense of how he would treat the clients that paid a little extra for a more private dance.

"Only if you're comfortable doing so, honey," the donkey replied back immediately, though it was clear from his expression and the tent in his tailored pants that he wanted very badly to see the bull without his pants on. Obviously, however, the words were a test, because how could one hope to be a stripper if they were uncomfortable with the idea of taking off their pants?

Calvin didn't note how aroused Rusty was; he was too much into his own performance that it slipped his mind to check on his "client." The bull was equally as turned on as his hips continued to gyrate, and he grabbed the buckle on his belt to begin to take it off. With the unbuckling of his belt and a button pushed loose, Calvin removed his pants and tossed them to the side, now standing in just his skimpy yellow briefs.

Although he did not anticipate stripping for his boss, he wanted to feel sexy inside and out. Starting to make his way towards Rusty, Calvin only stopped when he was straddling the boss's lap, his ass inches away from his boss's crotch and the pouch of his briefs sticking outwards towards Rusty. They had an obscene tent, the cotton material almost brushing against the donkey's muzzle as the cock within throbbed with need.

The donkey's eyes were wide, and as the masculine scent of the young bull flooded his muzzle, his eyes glazed over in lust, and it was hard to remain professional. "Do you always get this hard when you dance, Calvin?" he asked, clearly trying not to focus on the monster just inches from his face.

Calvin gave a blush now that his manhood was brought into the conversation. His briefs cut just below his adonis belt, showing the very start of his cock as it wobbled to and fro inside of its cloth prison. Due to his dancing, sweat was beginning to move down his back, but he was far from tired. Just aroused and hot. "I...realized I quite enjoy dancing, sir. I hope my arousal isn't a problem for the club's atmosphere."

"I have no doubt our patrons will love you for that particular...feature..." Rusty grinned, practically shuddering in his lavender suit. "Now, let's see how well you can give a lap dance, hm?"

"Mmm, yes sir," Cal said chipperly as he straightened up his back, wrapped his arms around the back of the chair, and brought his ass down onto Rusty's lap. Since Rusty was sitting in his chair with a relaxed posture, Calvin squatted down and was face to face with his hypothetical client. Although they weren't in an exact position that one would be during anal sex, it would look as if Calvin was riding Rusty as the donkey sat in his chair. Immediately, Calvin could feel the donkey's erected cock rubbing up and along his two muscular glutes. If he angled it correctly, the donkey's unsurprisingly huge cock would fit snugly into the groove of his rump.

From Rusty's perspective, two large arms flanked either side of his head. They flexed teasingly, as if they were inviting him to give them a few gropes. Calvin's own dick rubbed against the donkey's clothed abs and chest. Underneath Rusty's suit was quite a bit of muscle, which came as a shock to Calvin as his cock felt Rusty's abs rub along his length when he moved his butt back. While thrusting forward, he could feel the cushiony pectorals along the sides of his clothed cock.

"Christ, kid..." Rusty practically panted as his vision was obscured by huge biceps and thick pectorals, his cock throbbing against the barely-clothed ass of the man he was supposed to be interviewing. "You've seriously never done this before? You're a friggin natural!" The donkey's hands reached out and cupped handfuls of Calvin's muscular rump, squeezing the firm globes gently as he shivered underneath the hulking bovine.

Letting out a small gasp, Calvin's surprise quickly turned into a lewd grin as he continued to move his ass, grinding it down into the donkey's arousal and leaning in so that his chest was almost brushing up right against Rusty's. "Yeah, I just discovered my talent for riding donkeys only a bit ago. And I just like to please. I have always been someone that enjoys a happy...customer." Cal was practically talking into Rusty's hair as he continued his lewd riding, sweat really beginning to roll down his well-built chest and abs. He felt so turned on that pre was starting to pool at the tip of his briefs and roll down his shaft towards his balls. It felt amazing, like his sexual tensions were beginning to be released slowly.

"You wanna make me a REALLY happy customer, Cal?" the donkey grinned salaciously as his fingers tickled along the bull's backside and slipped into the back of the skimpy yellow briefs, lightly teasing along the edges of Calvin's glutes as they sloped inwards towards his hole. "Since you're just as worked up as you've made me, perhaps we can help each other out, hm?"

Calvin figured that the proposition was coming, and the touch so close to his hole made his cock jump up in his briefs. He was so turned on at the moment and Rusty, although most likely about to be his boss, was so fucking hot. He was almost surprised by how much muscle that donkey was packing underneath his well-dressed exterior and polite mannerisms. He was so used to people like Rusty being so brutish and wanting to dominate someone, but Rusty was confident and knew what he wanted.

The kicker though was that Rusty knew how to explain what he wanted in a calm and controlled manner.

Calvin still continued to gyrate his hips, and it only took a moment of pondering before he said, "I am more than happy to help you out, sir. But I would like to make it clear; it's not because I feel this is the only way I can get this job, but because you are really, really turning me on."

Smirking, the donkey's fingers slipped into the crack and teased Calvin's hole directly now, lightly circling it with soft brushes of his digits. "Good, because this isn't part of the interview anymore, handsome, and your performance beyond this point won't affect your possible employment," Rusty replied softly. "Now, lose the underwear, stud."

"Fuck yes, sir!"

Calvin got up off the donkey for a moment and pulled his briefs down and away with a supernatural finesse, and the bull was now naked from head to hoof. His massive cock throbbed needfully, pre visibly leaking off the tip and dripping down onto the floor. Calvin's balls and cock were free to bounce around with each light movement, and his cock slapped lewdly against his abs when he teasingly flexed it for Rusty's enjoyment. Rusty's eyes made note of the drips, and Calvin said, "Errr, sorry. Lots of pre. Part of my nature as a bull and all."

The cockiness then returned, and Calvin confidently swaggered up to Rusty and reached forward with his hand to gently cup the donkey's balls through his slacks. They were huge! Much larger than his, and they felt filled to the brim. "Oh god, your balls are huge, sir," Calvin said with a tinge of jealousy. "I thought mine were large."

"Probably just because they're so full," Rusty snorted with laughter. "Haven't had a moment to get myself off in days, so the boys started to swell. Pretty sure they'd be on par with those oranges you call balls, once they're drained," he added with a smirk. "Perhaps you'd like to help me out of these pants? But do be careful, they're expensive, and hardly anyone carries this shade of lavender anymore, so replacing them would be a bitch and a half." The donkey slid forward in the chair to allow easier access to his pants, his eyes greedily gulping down the image of the naked young bull and that throbbing arousal like it was a glass of water on a hot summer's day.

Calvin eagerly did what was asked of him and began to unbutton Rusty's pants and slowly slide them off. He made sure to be careful with the slacks and had Rusty step out of them. Luckily, the donkey had a hanging rack of expensive suits and pants in a small closet, tucked towards the back of the office. With Rusty's permission, Cal folded the pants neatly onto one of the many hangers and trodded back. Cal was beaming with pride and felt like a million bucks since he handled the owner's expensive pants with his blessing.

When he returned, he felt himself beginning to drool at the site of the donkey before him. Now without his pants, Cal could see Rusty's incredibly bulging, deep-purple briefs in all their glory. Expectedly, there was a wet spot at the very tip of the tent where the older man had been leaking precum from the stimulation of Calvin's dance, and judging by the size of the tent it self, the equine's cock was easily longer than Calvin's own, though perhaps not quite as thick. "On your knees, Cal," Rusty said softly, nodding down to the space between his spread legs. "I believe you know what needs to happen next, right?"

Calvin gave a simple nod and walked forward. His eyes were vibrant with lust, but he gave only two words in response. "Yes sir."

He fell to his knees, the lumbering mass of muscle and cocksure confidence coming face to face with the monster in Rusty's briefs. He stuck his muzzle close so his warm breath tickled the donkey's cock. Rusty's dick jumped in response, and Calvin was rewarded with another spurt of pre-cum. It was so tantalizing to simply engulf Rusty's girthy cock into his mouth greedily, but he wanted to savor it. He nuzzled the donkey's balls, inhaling the musk into his lungs and losing himself to the earthy scent. He gave a low moan, one that rumbled up through the underwear and along Rusty's spine.

Calvin then stuck out his broad tongue and licked along the bottom of Rusty's clothed shaft to feel each bump and crevice as well as each artery and vein of the engorged member. It was so hot to submit to Rusty, and there was an almost delicious taboo to it. Finally, Calvin reached the waistband of Rusty's briefs, took it in his teeth, and began to pull the underwear down and away. Inch by inch, Rusty's cock started to be revealed, and Calvin found himself wanting to gobble it up more and more. He was fighting the urge to take it down his throat in one swoop; to say to hell with the underwear and just enjoy the top seven inches. However, the more he revealed the huge cock, the more he found himself unsatisfied with only the first seven inches. He wanted the whole thing.

Soon enough, the entire equine cock flopped free and sprung back towards Rusty, slapping onto his suit jacket and splattering precum onto it. "Damn, I didn't think that one through the whole way," he chuckled, shrugging his shoulders and sliding out of the jacket, tossing it onto the other guest chair before loosening his tie and tossing it over as well, leaving him in just his lavender dress shirt. "Don't mind if this gets a bit messy though," Rusty grinned, flexing his core to make his cock jump, well over a foot of equine cock throbbing in midair and leaking copiously down onto the trimmed, cream-colored pubic fur that blended in with the rest of the lighter-colored fur of the donkey's lower torso and inner thighs, contrasting with the darker fur on his outer thighs, arms, back, and face, save his more lightly-colored fur around the tip of his muzzle.

"Fuck yeah," Cal said hotly as he leaned forward to lick down the shaft, suckle on Rusty's balls and then work his way back up once again. God, he tasted so good! A combination of musk and clean body wash. It was like heaven! Calvin started reached forward to wrap his large mitt around Rusty's shaft and began to stroke it slow and sensually. He licked back down to Rusty's balls and started to take one into his mouth, rolling it along his tongue and massaging it gently before letting it plop out and focusing his efforts on the other. They were so nice to feel around in his mouth, and Calvin loved how the musk added an extra layer of dominance to the act. Popping out Rusty's left ball from his mouth, the bull gave a sheepish smile and said, "I bet you got this done to you by every employee that comes through."

His eyes twinkled at the dirty talk, licking back up towards the head of the donkey's huge cock and taking it into his mouth in one swoop. He licked the sensitive opening, loving the small gasps and huffs that Rusty made in response. "Mmmf, not gonna lie, I do tend to get laid whenever I want it from my employees," Rusty moaned softly. "But that tongue of yours...damn you're good with it. C'mon, kid, show me how much you want this dick, how much you can take," he ordered gently, reaching out and giving Cal a reassuring smile as he stroked the young bull's cheek.

"Mmmm," Cal moaned lustfully in response as he felt Rusty's right hand on his cheek. Renewed with vigor, he started to take more of the donkey's huge cock into his muzzle. He engulfed six inches, throwing three of those to the back of his throat. He gave a small gag as the donkey's member throbbed and pulsed in the tight confines of his throat, but he began to inhale air through his nose. Making sure to slow his breathing and give himself time to adjust to the size, Cal started to continue down Rusty's massive shaft. The body of it was difficult to gulp down, since it was the thickest part, and it filled every crack and crevice of Calvin's mouth and throat. The taste was the same earthy but fresh taste and reminded Calvin of the donkey's balls.

His own cock was unattended between his legs, throbbing with need as inch by inch Calvin started to move towards his goal; the base of Rusty's manhood. Feeling his arousal begin to take over, Calvin reached down to begin to stroke his own cock, the movement feeling wonderful as he finally passed the ten inch mark and was on his way to feeling Rusty's balls on his chin.

Lightly, a hoof pushed Cal's hand aside, forcing his hand away from his own needy shaft, the young bull looking up at Rusty curiously. "You'll cum when I say you can cum, Cal," he smiled down at the younger man. "Just keep your focus on the prize, and you'll earn your reward." It was perhaps a little odd for Calvin to take orders during sex, but even more odd for the orders to be said as nicely as they were. Dominant, yet soft and caring.

"Mmm, you're almost there, kid," Rusty panted, feeling his cock flexing in that skilled throat as the final few inches of his maleness started to disappear into Calvin's mouth as precum leaked straight down the bull's throat. "Already doing better than most!"

Calvin moaned at the feeling of fullness, and he found himself filled all the way up to his limit. He thought that he couldn't do anymore, and even though he was completely turned on by Rusty, he felt himself gag. Although he was about to accept only succeeding at taking ten inches and begin to back off, his nose finally touched Rusty's pelvis, and the donkey's balls were pushed right up against his chin. He groaned lustfully, completely surprising himself at his ability to deepthroat such a huge cock. There was a bit of a bulge in his throat which ballooned outward due to Rusty's fat cock and tip, but an immense sense of satisfaction rushed through Calvin.

"Grrrr, ruck," Cal gagged as he looked up at Rusty to see him looking down at him with an almost father-like smile on his face. Calvin's tongue was right against the bottom of Rusty's length, and it stuck out of his muzzle lewdly.

"Knew you had it in you, kid," the donkey smiled with an excited twinkle in his eyes. "Well, now it's REALLY in you," he added with a grin. "Think you can keep going, or are you at your limit?"

Not wanting to disappoint Rusty, but also feeling like he could keep pushing after the compliment gave him an extra boost in confidence, Calvin gave a thumbs up. After all, he had blown Zach, who was a massive zebra and almost just as hard to deepthroat. Beginning to bob his head up and down on an inch, Calvin started to suck on two inches at the base of Rusty's cock, using his throat to massage the donkey's girthy shaft.

"Mmm, you are doing great, stud," Rusty groaned as he relaxed his posture and leaned back in his chair. Calvin's throat squeezed around his cock, and even two inches made his spine tingle. He was a natural born stripper and a cock sucker.

Cal started to get more adventurous. Although his cock was a leaking mess, he did not want to pleasure himself, since he knew that Rusty would disapprove, and wanted him to have a much bigger orgasm. So, he used his right paw to lightly cup and roll the donkey's balls while his left actively pinched his nipple. The impulse from the pinching shot down his body and directly towards his cock, easily indicating to Calvin that Rusty was a slut for his nipples being pinched.

The donkey groaned softly as his balls started to tense up in Calvin's hand, the older man finding himself a bit surprised that he was at his limit already, but then he remembered the expert mouth on his cock and realized it wasn't too far fetched to be this far along. "G-getting close, Cal. Pull off, I'm gonna paint that handsome face of yours white," he panted, knowing he was a matter of seconds from orgasm.

Calvin could feel the flare of Rusty's cock beginning to enlarge in his throat, and although it would be hot to swallow a load from a sexual stranger, he knew that it was best to play it safe. As quick as he could, he pulled off all thirteen inches after giving the base of Rusty's pelvis a quick kiss and started to feverishly stroke Rusty's cock. He stared down the barrel that was Rusty's member and watched lustfully as his cock pulsed and throbbed. He could feel Rusty's balls begin to contract in his palm, pulling upward and attempting to squeeze every possible drop out of his balls and draining them straight up into his huge shaft. An explosive ending was about to drench itself all over Calvin's face and body.

"Nnngh, here it comes, kid," Rusty groaned as he squirmed in his chair, and his whole body tensed up, face contorting with extreme pleasure as his fingers dug into the wood of the chair. Two seconds later, his cock erupted, blasting Calvin right in the face with rope upon rope of hot donkey cum. It splattered his face over and over again, the wads of cum dripping from his muzzle and onto his sweaty chest and abs, and even as the orgasm finally waned a few seconds later, the final ropes simply painted his chest and belly further.

Calvin was splattered in hot, warm donkey jizz, and he was in heaven. It dripped down his naked body and splattered his chocolate brown fur in a smattering of liquid masculinity. He looked like a snow globe that had just gotten shaken up. Although cum was dripping down his horns and chin, he relished the feeling. Bringing his arm to wipe away the cum off his muzzle, Calvin said, "Thank you for the cum bath, sir."

He gave a cheeky grin, bringing his right hand up to his chest to begin to smear the cum around his fur and bounced his pecs sensually. He stood up, gyrating his hips once again like earlier as he wiped down his abs and chest before pinching both his nipples. "Think I could go out on my first debut like this?"

"I like how you think, kid, but first I got another test for ya," Rusty grinned, slowly getting up out of his chair and pushing everything off his desk, except for the laptop, which he gingerly sat on the floor. "Up on the desk, you delicious cut of beef," he ordered, patting the wood with his hand as he admired the cum-drenched, musclebound bull, his cock not even slightly starting to go soft despite having just cum.

Calvin grinned, his curiosity aching at him and pushing him to do whatever Rusty wanted to do to him. He hopped right up onto the desk, his ass right up against the cold, cherry wood. He licked his lips, still tasting the remnants of the cum left there. "Want me to lift my legs, or do you want to do that part?"

Chuckling, Rusty put a hand on Calvin's chest and gently pushed him backwards. "In time, stud. For now though..." The donkey's eyes scanned over the spunk-splattered stud laying across his desk, the older man licking his lips hungrily as he circled Calvin. "For now, I want a taste of you." Without another word, the donkey's muzzle was buried between Calvin's thick pectorals, lapping eagerly at the messy fur, moaning as the flavor of Calvin's musk and sweat mixed with the saltiness of Rusty's own cum.

"Ooooohhhh, fuck," Calvin cussed as he put a paw gently on the back of Rusty's head and chuckled. "God, I love that you are as much of a cum slut as I am." Giving a shiver at the feeling of the donkey's thick tongue on the bridge between his pectorals, the bull was slightly jealous at the fact that he wasn't the one licking cum off of his own muscles. "Mmmf, this feels so good...You can pay it forward too, if you wish to sample my cock, like I had a bit of yours. Seems you don't want me to pop too soon, though."

"Do you always talk this much during sex?" Rusty smirked when he finally came up for air after licking every inch of Calvin's pecs clean and swallowing it all with a loud gulp. "Guess I'll just have to shut you up." He moved up and planted his lips firmly on the young bull's own, the pair opening their mouths as they shared a heated kiss, the slight flavor of sweat and cum still evident on the equine's tongue as it pressed into Calvin's maw.

Calvin found himself shivering, the warm saliva on his chest cooling and providing a pleasant tingle to his muscles. Rusty was a natural as he kissed him, and Calvin found his cock was throbbing and bobbing between his legs as he needfully moaned in the donkey's mouth. Playfully sticking his broad tongue into Rusty's mouth, Calvin began to duel with the donkey's thick tongue, the two sloppily making out loudly enough that anyone passing by the door would probably hear them.

After nearly five entire minutes of fiery kissing and Rusty's hands massaging all over Calvin's upper body, feeling up every hard muscle within reach, the two finally came up for air, panting. "Damn, kid, you're quite the natural," the donkey smirked, trying to catch his breath. "Makes me even more eager to lick the rest of my cum off you, if it keeps leading to kisses like those!"

Calvin was a hot, panting mess and was putty in the donkey's hands. "Mmm, if it means I get more lip service from a stud like you, I'll be happy. Gotta admit, I've never been with someone who's older than me. I like the experience. Do you like it when I call you 'sir'?" Calvin's grin hid behind a hot, lustful intent as he took his right finger to teasingly rub some cum into the bridge between his pecs and over his right nipple.

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't kinda get off on that," Rusty smirked, rather liking how the name sounded coming out of Calvin's handsome mouth. Casually, he lowered his head down and licked between those powerful pectorals and straight over to the nipple, following behind Calvin's finger, but he surprised the young bull when he suddenly sucked the nipple into his mouth and gave it a light nibble. Meanwhile, his hand traveled down Calvin's abs slowly before finally wrapping around his throbbing prize, giving the bovine's cock a good squeeze.

"Grrrr, fuck. Feels good to call you that, too," Cal admitted. The donkey certainly knew what he was doing, and his warm hand felt wonderful when it finally acknowledged his member with only a quick, but wonderfully tight squeeze that nearly made him drool. The nibbling on his nipple made his body quake, and he found himself mooing softly. Hot bursts of air left his nostrils as the electric zap of getting his nipple played with went straight to his cock. "God, take your time with my body...specifically my nipples. Love when my pecs are played with." He didn't realize how very much he loved his sensitive nubs being messed with until he said it out loud.

Chuckling softly, Rusty looked up from the dark brown nub with a mischievous expression. "That so, my little calf?" he asked in a husky tone, releasing Calvin's cock and bringing both of his hands up to the bull's nipples, lightly circling each of them with a finger slowly, teasingly. "Tell me how much you want me to play with these thick, delicious pecs of yours."

"Please, milk your bull...sir," Calvin said quietly but with a slutty groan. The way he just moved around his nipples without giving him the satisfaction of being pinched was driving his cock crazy. He thought he would explode. When he realized that all Rusty did was raise an eyebrow, Calvin knew from the expression that he heard him but wanted Cal to mean it. Giving another needy moo, Calvin said audibly, "Please, milk your bull, sir."

"Was that so hard, my little moo?" Rusty asked softly before leaning in and taking the so far un-licked nipple into his mouth, circling it with his tongue and biting down on the nub a little harder than he had bitten the other nipple, but to balance out the pain and pleasure, the equine's right hand lightly twisted the other nub, grinning in satisfaction as the stud beneath him on his desk started to squirm and moan.

"Oh fuck....oh fuck....sir," Calvin moaned openly as he felt the pain when the donkey's teeth nibbled on his nub before a flood of pleasure when the donkey lightly pinched and kneaded his right nipple, and in consequence, his pec. His muscular and pillowy pecs bounced and jumped with the stimulation, and he felt himself gasp as his cock gave several spurts of pre which rolled down his cock and dripped onto the desk. Not even realizing what he was saying in his moaning, Calvin let out something he thought would never leave his lips during the interview, even after it turned sexual. "Please, fuck me, sir."

It was a needy sentence, and Calvin knew the donkey would want to continue to tease him, but he felt like it was begging to be said. He wanted the older gentleman so bad that he bet he could cum right when the donkey penetrated him. If he penetrated him.

Rusty's head raised up quickly, a slick pop coming from the bull's chest as his nipple fell free of the donkey's maw. "Did I just hear you right, calf?" he asked, almost in disbelief. "Because I'm pretty sure I just heard a big bad moo beg to be fucked," the club owner continued, his lips slowly curving into a devilish grin as his hand continued to tease the other nipple.

"Y-yes sir," Calvin said bashfully as his ears dipped low. His prior confidence was starting to ebb away and be replaced with a much more submissive nature. Whenever he wanted, he could become that same cocksure and dancing bull from before, but right now he was a calf at the mercy of a very horny donkey. "You can milk me now, if you want, sir. But I do want to feel that cock fill me."

The donkey was already unbuttoning his soiled dress shirt and tossing it to the side, revealing his own muscular torso finally. He was clearly no stranger to a gym, although he still paled in comparison to Calvin despite his own set of firm pecs and abs which looked to have a bit of padding over them, likely from an increasingly sedentary lifestyle due to the responsibilities of owning the club, Calvin figured.

"Oh, that was never up for debate, little moo," Rusty practically purred as he laid the seduction on heavy with his words. "This ass was mine the second you walked in this office, although I'd be lying if I said I didn't expect for me to be the one in your position right now. Took you for more of a dominant top type, but now I can see you for what you truly are, Cal," he grinned, leaning down closer to the bull's ear and whispering, "A needy boy who needs a daddy in his life."

Moving down between Calvin's legs, Rusty grinned at the field of perfect muscles lying on his desk, Calvin's face and abs still somewhat smeared with dried donkey cum, a rather good look on the young bull, if Rusty did say so himself. "Scoot closer to the edge of the desk, and raise those legs, calf," the donkey ordered as he leaned to his right to reach into the drawer of his desk, withdrawing a condom and a packet of lube.

"Fuck yes, sir!" Calvin said enthusiastically. Using his arms as hooks, he wrapped them around the underside of his legs and rolled himself a little further on his back so his head was flush to the desk, scooching closer to the edge of the desk as instructed. His legs were straight up in the air, the muscle flexing as the bull showed off his tight pucker and muscled cheeks. "You wouldn't even have to say anything, and I would have gladly raised my tail for you, at this point. Give me your big donkey dick, daddy!"

Calvin figured he might as well be honest with himself at this point; he was turning into a slut for attention. He had always been one to eat up any attention that was shot at him on the football field, and now that one ridiculously hot, older donkey daddy was giving him some, he was eating it up, and it turned him on more than anything else. His balls were filled to the brim with cum, ready to burst at any moment due to the edging from Rusty, and he wanted the donkey more than anything or anyone.

"Such an eager calf," Rusty chuckled, putting the condom packet to his teeth and tearing off the end of it, spitting the wrapper to the floor as he took the prize inside and started rolling it down his throbbing, flared length, letting out a soft moan as it slid over his medial ring. Once it was secured around the base of his dick, he did the same with the lube packet, tearing it open with his teeth and liberally slicking up his cock with the cool liquid. "Daddy's gonna take real good care of you, you hear?" he said softly as he tipped the packet between Calvin's ass cheeks, letting the lubricant trickle down over his exposed pucker, stopping it from dripping onto the desk by pressing his cock up against the hole lightly so as not to waste any of the precious liquid.

Calvin felt the cool lubricant against his hole, and his eyes nearly rolled back when he felt Rusty's cock right up against the opening. It felt incredible. The head was so large, and the way his hole kissed the tip gave Calvin just enough of an idea of what he was about to take. He wanted all thirteen inches, there was no doubt about that, but even Zach was not thirteen inches long. The donkey was packing like a horse, and Cal was excited to see what his ass could handle. Giving a huff, Calvin looked up at Rusty to see him grinning as he teasingly rolled his hips to push his cock harder against the bull's exposed hole. Cal had to bite his lower lip to keep himself from mooing out.

"Please, take care of me, daddy! I've been a bad bull stud and need to be punished with your thick donkey dick," Cal begged liberally. If Calvin hadn't been drunk off of his own lust, he would have been slightly disgusted with himself, but at that moment the bull was ready to say anything he had to in order to get the wrapped cock inside of his tight hole. He wanted so desperately to squeeze it and get Rusty to fill up the condom to its near breaking point.

Lips curling further into the seemingly permanent salacious grin on Rusty's face, the donkey replied, "Good boy. Daddy's going to have to show you why you should always obey him." Not missing a beat, Rusty jolted his hips forward, pressing the head of his dick steadily into the young bull, letting out a deep moan of pleasure as that tight, seemingly almost virginal asshole spread out over his cock and squeezed it tightly on all sides. "Damn, calf...if I didn't know any better, I'd almost think I'm your first!" he chuckled, teasing Calvin by pushing in another half-inch before taking it right back out, giving him shallow thrusts that would only inflate the bull's lust further.

"Oh fuck....oh fuck...."

That particular sentence seemed to be a regular for Cal for the past hour, and the donkey did not seem to mind, since his smirk got wider as he began to sink further into the bull. Calvin's ass squeezed around the thick cock, almost pulling it inside of him right when Rusty's head punched through his sphincter and sank deeper inside of him. It filled him in all the right ways and places, pushing against his prostate and making his cock throb and pulse.

"God, sir, you are spreading me so far and getting in so deep! I don't think I've ever....mmmmmmf...taken a cock as thick and long as yours," Calvin complemented as his arms flexed when another half-inch sank inside of him. Rusty was not a savage when it came to his newest conquest, however, and he decided to give some more shallow practice thrusts. Calvin gave high-pitched moans as the shaft and head assaulted his prostate, and he felt like he was going to cum, but couldn't quite get over the hump. The fucker was edging him!

"Aww, well now you're just trying to flatter an old man," Rusty chuckled, continuing his slow, steady pace as he sank ever so slowly into the stud beneath him. "And it's working," he added, his cock flexing inside of the bull to lightly add more pressure against Calvin's prostate, but still just barely not enough to make him cum all over himself. "You want all of daddy's dick, don't you, calf?" the donkey taunted lightly.

"Fuck yeah, daddy donk!" Cal groaned out. Rusty seemed to like that, since he pulled his cock out a few more inches before giving a short roll of his hips to push two full inches into him and make him give a gasp of pleasure.

"Also, it's not flattery....grrrrr....if it's true....oh fuck...sir. Can't wait to feel you pounding me," Calvin grunted as another inch was subtly snuck into his filled-up passage. God, he felt like he had no room left, but the donkey kept making room. Cal could start to feel a heat building up inside of him as Rusty pushed more and more of his cock inside of him which, essentially gave his tight entrance a more slick feeling, since the lube was practically pushed aside due to the girth of the thick dick. The cock practically glided in and out of him, his hole squelching as the lube did its job and added a messy sound to their raunchy sex.

Biting his lower lip and giving a small grunt of pleasure, Rusty looked down into Cal's blue eyes affectionately. "Keep talking like that, and I'm definitely going to have to keep you," he teased, rewarding Calvin by thrusting a few more inches of cock inside of him, the medial ring brushing up against the bull's hole. "Almost half of me in so far, calf. You doing okay down there?"

Calvin knew that Rusty already could figure that out. If the constant moaning, grunting, groaning, and shivering of his body didn't give it away, his fully hard cock rubbing up against Rusty's abs better have. Cal was in high...or rather donkey heaven, and he figured he wasn't going to be coming down any time soon, at least not until he had a fresh load across his abs.

Or three...

The medial ring felt almost like a knot, but certainly not with the same girth. It was definitely larger and more intimidating than all of the donkey's cock thus far, and that was saying something, since it was a large, throbbing mass even before the ring.

But there was a flash of what appeared to be softness on the donkey's expression. Cal knew that he would be getting the pounding of his life from the jacked daddy, but he had a very careful and methodical plan for him to really milk out whatever cum was sloshing around in Cal's heavy balls.

"Yes, sir. It feels fantastic, sir. I want you to fill your condom in me and make me cum," Calvin said almost in a hypnotic state as he felt that large ring right up against his hole. Giving a teasing shove at the answer which made Calvin groan in response, Rusty grinned lewdly.

"Spoken like a good pup. Shame about the condom, I'd have loved to fill this ass of yours to the brim, but ah well, the joys of playing it safe," the donkey lamented before smirking mischievously. "But you can bet this sweet ass of yours that Daddy is gonna fill this ass up all the same! And if you keep flexing your ass like that, I'm gonna finish way sooner than I want," he scolded jokingly before rearing back his hips and ramming his medial ring inside Calvin's anal ring with a lewd pop in one swift motion.

"OH GOD!" Calvin yelped out joyfully as he felt extremely full and even better when Rusty began to push even further inside of him! "Shit, that feels so good, sir! Feel my ass twitch around your cock?" Calvin, in fact, was not lying since his muscles were squeezing and pulling him further inside. "Like how tight I am for you, daddy? Wish you could fill me up. Feel you cum inside me and claim my ass fully. But nothing like a wrapped cock too, sir. Makes me appreciate every....huuuurghhhh....oh god...."

Spurred on by the bull's slowly sluttier moans, Rusty slowly pushed the rest of his cock inside, Calvin's flexing hole practically sucking him in with very little effort on the donkey's part. Finally, their hips were pressed together, and over a full foot of equine cock was buried inside the young bull, Rusty groaning appreciatively along with Calvin now that they were fully locked together. "Goddamn...kid..." the donkey panted, twitching each time the hole around his cock convulsed, sending jolts of pleasure throughout his body. "How's it feel to have your Daddy fully inside you?"

Calvin felt himself drooling as his cock was so close to just shooting and letting go of his huge load in his balls. It was the most intense, full feeling he had ever felt as the walls of his hole closed around the donkey's wrapped, engorged cock. "Oh fuck yes, daddy," Cal practically slurred as he relaxed his neck and put his head down on the desk, shivering. "Fucking fill that pathetic condom with your load. I want you to push it to its limit and feel it balloon inside me! I want you to feel like this whenever you desire..."

In all honesty, Cal was so drunk on donkey cock that part of himself was wondering what such a statement would lead him to, but the overall need of his cock to release its payload overloaded his senses. He wanted to give himself to Rusty whenever he could and fuck wherever in the strip club.

"That so, little calf?" Rusty smirked, slowly withdrawing half his manhood teasingly, right to the medial ring, before slowly sliding it all right back in, keeping up a steady, painfully slow tempo as he fucked Calvin's tight ass. Normally, he'd have waited to make sure his bottom was well-adjusted to the size within him, but Calvin's moans made it abundantly clear that he wasn't even slightly in pain and was high on life at the moment. "You want to be mine forever, huh?"

"Yes daddy, sir," Calvin moaned out, the moo so low that it rattled down his own spine and added to the eroticism of the whole situation. "Make me your fleshlight whenever you want. At the snap of your fingers, I'll suck your cock or bend over. Just please fuck me, sir. I want you to own me." Cal was on edge as Rusty sunk back into him for the 3rd long stroke, the squelch of lube punctuating the action as he felt the donkey's huge nuts pressed flush right against his upturned ass. "I want to feel your cock as deep inside me as you can get it. Fuck me doggy-style, or have me saddle up, and I'll ride you until you cum! Whatever you want, as long as you make me cum, sir."

Rusty chuckled softly, climbing up onto the desk and leaning in to give Cal a kiss on the lips. "Such a dirty mouth on you, yet your lips still taste so sweet," he winked, looming over the bull whose legs were practically on either side of his own head now as the older man knelt on his own desk, which surprisingly hadn't broken yet from their combined weight upon it. "I've no doubt you'll be a good boy, so just enjoy yourself, Cal."

Not wasting another second, Rusty planted his hands on either side of Cal's head so they stayed muzzle to muzzle as he started thrusting his cock harder into the young bovine's ass, the desk squeaking now from the power behind the thrusts as he drove hard and fast into that tight passage.

"Fuck...fuck...fuck....fuck...oh god, sir," Cal repeated as he felt the donkey's cock piston in and out of him like a sex machine. It was clear Rusty had experience putting bulls like him in their rightful place. He was like a mewling calf, his body unable to put the amount of pleasure he was feeling into coherent sentences, so he simply swore as his prostate was bombarded again and again. The tingling in his balls started to become unbearable, and he felt as if he was going to explode. "Please, daddy, tell me I can cum?"

"Getting...mmmf...kinda close myself at this point," Rusty panted, hot breath washing over Cal's face with each thrust of his hips. "God, swear this has to be the best ass I've ever fucked, if you've got me ready to cum again!" he chuckled breathlessly. "Just hold out a few more seconds for me, Cal, and I'll give you the best hands-free orgasm of your life!"

"Yes sir," Cal replied back obediently, but not without a whine. "Then please give me your cum, daddy. Let my ass milk your thick cock and fill that condom." Calvin put his hands on his asscheeks, his position allowing him to spread them wider. By giving Rusty a little more room to maneuver, he could feel each inch punch through his hole like butter. He wanted Rusty more than anything in the world, and the hard hits of the donkey's pelvis against this ass and the slapping of those massive balls reminded the bull of what was about to pumped into the latex wrapped around Rusty's cock.

A few more slaps and grunts, and the donkey's eyes wrenched shut. "Shit, here we go, kid...hold onto somethin'!" Rusty groaned as he brayed loudly, his balls tensing up, and his cock throbbing one final time before it fired deep inside of Calvin's young ass, the condom ballooning instantly inside of him as it started to inflate with the ropes of cum firing off into it. All the while, Rusty was gripping Cal's thighs roughly for support as he came harder than he'd cum in months.

"Oh my God..." Cal moaned as he felt the warmth flush into him as streams of hot cum fired into the end of the condom. He could feel it swell inside of him like a knot being tied and expanding with each tie. As the condom expanded, the ballooned end was right up against his prostate and rubbed it with each shallow thrust as the donkey came. The white-hot heat that shot down his spine and straight to his cock made him roar out, and his balls pulled right up faster than even the bull could comprehend. With each shot of cum that spewed outward from his cock, his balls danced between his legs. Since he was leaned in and practically staring down the barrel of the gun that was his beer can-sized cock, the first few shots went right up his neck and splattered across his face. He had to close his eyes to prevent it from shooting into them, but due to his moaning, some ended up in his mouth.

Streaks of white cum rained down onto his chest and sprayed across his abs. Some shots were so strong and powerful that Cal painted his entire face and chin in it. It felt like it would continue forever as his moans and moos began to lower in volume, but his cock still throbbed and pulsed. It was a physical challenge to Rusty's virility, the two cumming in unison until they were shooting blanks. The end result was one messy bull and a condom filled to the brim with donkey cum that was shoved very deep inside of Calvin. Calvin was panting and sweating as if he just ran a marathon, his muscles flexing and twitching as Rusty rolled his hips against his ass while his cock dribbled out the last of its orgasm.

Panting hard and dripping with sweat, Rusty finally came down from his orgasmic high and looked down at the cum-drenched bull beneath him, chuckling at the sight. "Never a camera around when I need one, because this is a sight I wanna burn into my memory forever," Rusty chuckled, admiring the way Calvin's cum was slowly dribbling up his abs and towards his pecs since he was practically bent in half. Leaning down and kissing Cal on the lips gently, he slowly withdrew his cock from the spent bull, reaching down and holding the condom on so it didn't slip off and trap the balloon of cum inside the boy. "Keep nice and relaxed for me, otherwise this is all gonna shoot out at me," the donkey chortled breathlessly.

Doing as he was told, Calvin squeezed down on the cock tightly before letting all his muscles relax almost immediately. The tight feeling inside of him began to move and shift, and as it did so, Calvin found himself shifting somewhat uncomfortably. He never had such a large, filled condom inside of him, and definitely not around a cock as big and wide as Rusty's. Rusty huffed as he started to move his hips back, and Calvin gasped as a sound that was a mix of squelching and a lewd, audible pop reached his ears. Rusty stood above him now, a filled condom cartoonishly dangling above his head like a water balloon, and a still-throbbing and semi-hard, midnight black donkey cock giving a lovely treat for Calvin eyes. Calvin couldn't believe that something that large was inside of him and filling him up so liberally. Fuck, it was so hot, and he found himself missing the fullness that was inside of him merely seconds ago.

"Holy shit, daddy," Calvin said breathlessly. "That felt so amazing, sir. I really needed that too. If I get that cock shoved in me every time I come into this office, I'll dance for you whenever you want."

Rusty chuckled and tied off the condom, plopping it wetly down onto the desk beside Calvin as he hopped off it and circled around to the bull's head to stroke his cheek affectionately. "I'm very glad to hear that, Calvin, because I want you starting this Friday. Think you can swing that?" he asked as he lightly rubbed his thumb along Calvin's strong cheekbone.

Nuzzling towards Rusty's touch, Calvin rumbled lovingly. The warm cum that was around his face was spread across his cheeks and down towards his chin, and the bull had to resist from opening his mouth and suckling on the donkey's fingers. "Mmm, yes sir. Any underwear or accessories that I should bring? I got a cock ring that would definitely help catch a person's eye."

Calvin imagined his first day working the poles in a candy pink-colored thong with his silver cock ring just barely being able to be identified at the base of his member, and his eyes glittered. He secretly hoped he could get a confetti cannon for at least one night out of the week.

Laughter met Calvin's ears as Rusty quickly tried to recompose himself. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, handsome. You did a sexy dance for me, so I know you've got skills, but we still gotta make sure you're truly ready for the stage. Come back here at this time tomorrow, and you and I will figure out your outfit and your stage name. Cute as Calvin sounds, it's hardly a stripper name," the donkey chuckled. "Of course, you can bring whatever you want from home. Perhaps we'll figure out a way to work it into your outfit and your stage persona. Sound good, hun?"

"Mmmm, sounds perfect sir," Calvin replied as he hopped off the desk and gave the donkey a deep, long kiss on the lips. The two gave a lewd grin at one another, and Rusty reached down to grope Calvin's butt. The bull jumped slightly, but not without giving the donkey's balls a gentle squeeze. It seemed that the job was going to work out perfectly for Calvin, and the bull wondered what Rusty had in store for him next.

But first, he had to figure out a way to work around his dad.

"Oh, and Calvin?" The bull looked over at Rusty as he was getting dressed. "Welcome to The Flag."