The Bet
#1 of The Bet & the Aftermath
This story was brought about by a brainstorm with a fellow fur who's not on this site (that I know of, he's surprisingly very private even though we've been talking for years now).
This is about three friends/roommates and a bet, one that will eventually spiral out of control, and the loser might end up biting off more than he can chew... but he might actually prefer it that way.
Edit: Holy suit-nipples batman! I never expected anything of mine to get featured!
Three weeks. That was how long it had been since they'd been shut inside due to quarantine, getting food delivered to them by people wearing biohazard suits to help avoid cross-contamination while this plague decimated the country. Three weeks since they'd been able to actually stretch their legs and run, on more than just their treadmill in the home gym they'd made of the spare room. Three weeks since any of them had had a slut slobbering on their cocks.
They'd all played all their multiplayer games on their consoles at least twenty times over in the living room, and they'd all ran or pumped iron in their home gym. They'd even brought out the boardgames from the closet. But when it came to getting their rocks off there was no relief, even stroking one out wasn't satisfying anymore. They might have fucked, but they were all dom tops, and not one of them wanted to suck dick, or be the bottom. That is, until one fateful night.
Jacob grunted as he lifted his arms, the tension bars on the weight machine making his muscles bulge with the strain of effort. Just because they were unable to work, that was no excuse to sit around and get flabby. His eyes hovered over the scuffed logo of the gym he'd worked at before quarantine hit. One of the perks of being a nutritionist for a few years at the same place. The Irish Cob's routine had actually gotten longer now that he didn't have to go to work.
Kevin was nearby, the shorter lynx jogging on the treadmill while watching his favorite show, earbuds in so he could listen since the stallion was one who preferred to hear his body rather than external sounds. He was lithe where Jacob was built, but he was by no means a twink. His feet practically bounced off the belt of the machine, by the end of quarantine he'd likely be able to outpace most marathoners.
Their other roommate, Clyde, was sitting on the couch in the living room, clutching a can of cheap beer as he watched a cutscene on his single player game. The dire-wolf dwarfed even Jacob, his body herculean in size and strength. He had finished his time in their home gym earlier that day, not wanting to have to fight over, or likely dance around using the machines.
The three of them had been friends since college, Jacob and Clyde having met in High School, and Kevin being assigned to the same dorms as them in college. Since graduating, it had been easier on them to get an, albeit small, house together since all their jobs were in the same city. Legally speaking, Clyde's was the only name on the mortgage, and since he'd helped build the place as part of his construction job he'd gotten a huge discount.
In the gym room, Jacob's body reacted as it always did in a heavy workout, veins and muscles bulging, sweat matting his fur, and his foot long shaft tenting his shorts. Finishing his reps he sighed as he reset the machine, doing some light cardio in the form of torso twists and mild stretches to loosen up.
Grabbing his towel he twisted it in his hands, getting it tight and pulling it taught between his hands. With a smirk he released it with one hand to whip it at Kevin's ass. The shorter lynx yowled and jumped, planting his feet on either side of the belt on the treadmill, glaring at his friend. "Hey! You threw off my groove!" He had to pause and rewind his show, huffing a breath.
Jacob chuckled and groped his roommate's ass for a short second. "Easy killer, don't stay on there all day, you ran too long yesterday and need to rest your muscles a bit." He released that rump-cheek, the lynx blowing a raspberry at him as the Irish Cob left the room. He went across the living room to his bedroom, giving a glance to Clyde's progress in his game, before shutting his door.
Stripping out of his workout shorts his cock flopped out, drooping forwards at a half-chub. Ignoring it for now, he wiped his sweat off with the work-out towel before grabbing a clean one and heading to the bathroom. There was no shame between them, they'd all seen each other nude before, either in orgies back in the dorms, or getting changed. He opened the bathroom door as Clyde piped up, "Those squats you added to your routine have really been working wonders on that ass Jake." before the door closed with an appreciative nicker from the Irish Cob.
Turning the shower on, he stepped in before it got warm, gasping at the cold water that splashed against his rippling muscles. It also helped to kill the work-out boner that he'd gotten, the foot long shaft slowly tucking back into his sheath. As the water began to warm up steam rose from the shower head, the stallion grabbing a bar of lilac-scented soap to scrub the sweat away, foaming up his chest and abs before rinsing it off, to do the same with his back, holding his elbows to help him reach further back, proud that he was not so bulky that he could not reach, the sign of muscles untainted with steroids.
After about ten minutes of scrubbing and rinsing each part of his body, and cleaning his mane and tail with an herbal conditioner, he turned off the water. Letting the clean water cling to his body he reached out to grab the towel and begin to rub it against his head, slowly moving it down his body to get as much water off as he could. Once sufficiently dry he laid the towel on the ground and stepped on it, wiping his hooves to dry the underside of those as well before stepping off and hanging it to dry.
Walking out of the bathroom he saw Clyde still on the couch, crushing his beer can as he looked up at Kevin, who was standing behind the couch, one leg swung over the back to prop against the couch cushions. The two of them nodded at the nude stallion as he headed to his room, grabbing a fresh set of shorts to slip them on.
When he entered the living room again he heard the shower running as he went to the kitchen to grab a beer, his own brand was a bit more expensive than Clyde's, but with a more mellow flavor, yet the same amount proof of alcohol. Heading back to the couch he flopped into it next to the dire wolf, popping the tab open and taking a swig as he watched the larger male fighting a miniboss.
"Kev's got an idea that might solve our biggest issues with the quarantine." The dire wold didn't even pause as he fought the miniboss, he'd beaten this game plenty of times, and his fingers did all the thinking as he controlled the character.
"Oh? And what's that?" Jacob spoke nonchalantly, but his ears perked up at the mention, wondering what Clyde meant.
"I'll let him explain once he's outta the shower. But he thinks we can solve the issue of not having any bottoms to fuck around here."
They waited a few minutes, Clyde handily defeating the miniboss with a minimum of health lost on his character, when the sound of the shower stopped. Kevin came out shortly after, his towel wrapped around his waist as he headed to his own room, the others giving him time to change before he came out and sat on the couch on Jacob's other side, grabbing the Irish Cob's beer and taking a swig without permission, nor complaint.
"So, what's this idea you had Kevin? You wanna order one of those realistic sex dolls?" Jacob grinned cheekily, and Clyde chuckled at the joke, but Kevin's ears only flicked as he rolled his eyes.
"No, we all know that's not gonna cut it. Masturbating hasn't helped, and no matter how many toys we get for fucking we know that wont work either." Kevin stood back up and finished off the Irish Cob's drink. "We all know the only thing that'll satisfy us is a nice warm ass or mouth around our cocks! " The small lynx was getting into his speech, acting like a soap-boxer at a rally, gesticulating aggressively with his arms. "Or in Clyde's case a good cunt too... But... we need to fuck to relieve the pressure of our big balls!
"So! I propose an arrangement... We pick a game." The lynx gestured to their plethora of consoles behind him, inside the entertainment center that enshrined their platinum TV. "We play one match." He pointed both of his index fingers upwards, each arm aimed towards one of the other roommates. "Loser has to bottom for the whole day, no safe words."
The seated males, both much larger than the lynx took a few moments to let the information sink in. Clyde simply nodded, grinning cheekily. "I'll take that bet, ain't no way I'm losing to either of you fags." He used the term with affection, with maybe a dash of bravado. To the dire wolf a hole was a hole, whether it was on a guy or a girl, and he was sure of victory.
Jacob reached up to stroke his chin as he thought. The risk was great, but the payoff.... was it worth it if he ended up on the bottom? The thought of winning made his balls pulse in need, and his cock swell in his sheath. He looked from one of his friends to the other, each of them staring at him as he was the last to decide, and they needed all three of them to agree. "Alright, I'm in."
Kevin cackled like a maniac before offering his hand, first to Clyde, who shook it readily. "Gonna love fucking that big ass of yours 'hulk.'" The lynx was cocky, also sure of victory, as if being the one to suggest it meant he'd have an edge over the others.
"So, do we get the game now? Or...?" Jacob faltered in his thoughts as he shook Kevin's hand, then Clyde's, sealing the agreement between the three of them.
"Now. And the loser's time as a bottom starts midnight tonight, through to midnight tomorrow." Kevin smirked, crossing his arms over his chest confidently.
Clyde jumped up from the couch, heading to the entertainment center. "I know the perfect game for this! Smash Bros! Five stock! No items! Final Destination!" He pulled out the game case and held it aloft like he was banishing demons with a bible.
Kevin pumped his fist in agreement. "Hell yeah! Just to make it interesting: no mains, only bottom, trash-tier characters!"
Jacob grabbed the three controllers they'd all need while Clyde hooked up the Switch, Kevin went to the kitchen and grabbed some more beers, grabbing two of each of his friends' brands, and setting them on the coffee table before heading to his room.
Clyde and Jacob sat down together on the couch as the game booted up, watching each other.
"Gonna rip you a new one Jaky."
"Not if you lose Clyde, then I'll be ripping you a new one!" Jacob shot back. He was a bit nervous, but he was putting up a bold front to try and throw them off, and to boost his confidence.
Kevin came out of his room with a small box. He sauntered over to the two of them with and evil grin. "I'd been saving this for my next boyfriend, but whoever loses is gonna need it." He set the box on the table and opened it, pulling out a large, cone-shaped, glass buttplug with a T-shaped handle.
The two waiting males had been utterly curious as the smallest of the trio came out of his room. When the plug was revealed Clyde gave a hearty laugh, while Jacob grimaced, his hole tensing up at the thought of having that shoved inside.
"Ain't no way I'm getting that shoved up my ass." Jacob snarled.
The others looked at him and smiled wickedly. Kevin laughed for a second before talking. "Well if you lose, you're gonna need it for tomorrow, otherwise it'll hurt more. But if you're one of the winners, you don't have to worry about it." He leaned in, his face getting right up close to the seated Irish Cob. "So if I were you, I'd try my damned heart out to not get knocked out first."
With that Kevin took his seat on Jacob's right side on the couch.
The three of them waited while the game loaded, each of them looking for the characters they might be able to pull off a win with, Clyde being yelled at a few times for hovering his selector over a character that they knew he played decently good at. Though the dire wolf was good with most of the characters so that was to be expected. He eventually settled on Olimar, who he'd never played before.
Once done with picking their characters they chose the stage and were ready to battle. The countdown started, and they went at it, all three of them fighting tooth and claw through their characters on screen.
Clyde was relaxed until he lost a stock, then leaned in towards the TV, his expression getting serious as he concentrated more. Kevin's jigglypuff was light, but it had the advantage of being able to return to the platform after getting launched fairly easily.
Jacob's Palutena was a strong start with her neutral special, but it became a crutch that he ended up being over-reliant on, with how easy it was to dodge or counter.
It was a good thing they had not set a timer, it took almost five minutes before the first stock was lost, Kevin's jigglypuf sent flying from a fully charged smash attack. Kevin hissed in rage, his fresh jigglypuff making short work of both his friends' high percentage characters.
The rest of the fight was grueling for all three of them. Beads of sweat from stress and concentration beaded their brows. Jacob reached up to wipe the sweat from his eyes, keeping both hands on the controller, but it still cost him a stock to do so, the other two not even noticing that he had moved next to them as they were fixated on the game.
"Player Two! Defeated!" The announcer's voice cried out as the first character's stocks ran out. At the sound of the words Kevin paused the game, each player freezing as they processed the information on screen.
The guys all froze, looking around the entire screen to take stock of what had happened. Too enraptured and shocked to look at the player icons at the bottom of the screen. Jacob however, was shaking with a mix of emotions that the other two did not have.
There was a clatter as the Irish Cob's controller fell to the floor, making Clyde and Kevin start and look towards him. It was only then that they realized he was the loser. Clyde and Kevin slowly began to grin from ear to ear, while Jacob's expression of shock turned to one of fear.
The Irish Cob bolted, trying to escape his fate, to escape the deal that had been sealed earlier. Clyde and Kevin reached for him, Clyde's fist bunching on the back of his shorts, and Kevin's claws sinking into his hock as he leapt away, which sent him falling to the floor with a grunt.
"HEY! We had a deal bitch!" Clyde snarled, and Kevin hissed as they held him, the shorts slipping off as Jacob struggled to get away.
"I'm not a bottom! Deal's off!"
"If either of us lost do you think we'd be making a stink like this you pansy! A bet's a bet and you have to see it through like a man!" Kevin's words made the stallion's ears swivel towards him before laying flat against his skull in distress.
Once he calmed down the stallion stood up, stepping out of the shorts that had slipped off when they'd grabbed him. "I'm not putting that thing in me." He gestured to the buttplug with disgust.
Clyde chuckled at that and Kevin rolled his eyes. "Do you really want your ass to hurt all day tomorrow? You'll need it stretching you out or Clyde really will be ripping you a new one." The lynx had a point, as much as Jacob wanted to deny it.
Sighing, Jacob clenched his fist before nodding, walking over to the couch and kneeling on top of it, leaning his chest along the back as his tail lifted up and to the side. "Do it then."
Clyde gave a wolf-whistle, and Kevin grinned as he grabbed the plug, pulling a bottle of lube out of the box and pouring it on, making sure to give the glass a nice even coating, some excess lube dripping onto his hands. "Just relax Jacob."
The stallion's ears flicked and he gave a nicker of assent before shutting his eyes, his fingers curling to clutch the back of the couch. He gasped at the cool kiss of the lube as the tip of that hard plug pressed to his puckered hole.
"On the count of three..." Kevin began.
"One..." Jacob's teeth clenched.
"Two..." The stallion's eyes screwed even more shut as his ears folded back.
Three never came. His hole was still relaxed, just as Kevin had hoped as he rammed that plug into that virgin hole, causing Jacob to whinny in shock as he was suddenly filled with the glass cone.
Clyde fell onto the couch laughing at that, holding his side at the expression of surprise on Jacob's face.
The stallion's mind was reeling as his friends reveled in his plight. His hole clenched down on the plug instinctively, trying to push it out, the action only helping to pull it in deeper. Despite the discomfort of being filled, his sheath swelled, the sensation so foreign to him. Jacob's eyes went wide as his prostate was rubbed by the plug with every muscle twitch and every movement he made.
Kevin spanked the newly minted bottom's toned ass with a chuckle. "Damn that sight looks good. Might not be able to wait until morning to mount you dude!" He grabbed Jacob's tail and pulled out a thick white constriction ribbon, wrapping the horse's tail up like he was preparing for a race, his movements surprisingly skilled if this was his first time.
Clyde cupped the stallion's chin and turned his head so that he could look into the horse's eyes. "Seems more like he's in too much of a shock to think straight." He chuckled and pried open Jacob's jaws to spit into his mouth before releasing him.
Kevin wrinkled his nose in disgust at that, but it wasn't him swallowing another guy's spit. He shrugged it off before grabbing Jacob's tail and pulling gently on it, slowly coaxing him backwards into a standing position, the plug digging into the stallion's walls as he was lead back to his room by the lynx.
"You get to rest and relax tonight hun, tomorrow's gonna be a long day for ya after all." the lynx shoved the larger male into the room and gave him a wink before shutting the door to let the horse have his privacy.
Jacob stood there in his dark room for almost a whole minute as he processed everything. He'd just been fed his friend's spit, and he had not rejected it. He also took that plug in his ass with more ease than he thought he would. His hand reached up of its own accord to turn on the light before he took a step further into his room.
To the left of him was a floor length mirror and he stopped right in front of it. Turning, he examined himself, extending his tongue as if the saliva he'd swallowed automatically had left a mark. Once he had checked that, he turned to present his rump, head turned across his shoulder, pulling one cheek to the side to inspect the plug in his ass.
The glass plug let his see the way his hole gaped around it, the center black since there was no light going past the stem of the plug. Every time he moved he felt the tip stroking his prostate, and soon his shaft began to spill from his sheath, the mottled pink and black length throbbing with every movement of his hips due to the plug's constant stimulation.
He finally noticed the professional level wrapping on his tail. Well that might be expected since he worked at a drag bar as head tender. It made sense if some of the horse drag queens might need a hand with wrapping every now and then.
The stallion looked... sexy like this. It was hard to admit, but the sight of his own ass spread around the glass bulb lodged in his rear. Despite the fact his hole was virgin it actually felt... ok? He refused to admit to liking it, even in his deepest subconscious self; but this was the spark that could ignite a fire given the right circumstances.
It was only mid afternoon, and the stallion was normally a night owl. Hell all three of them were. But could he face them like this before the morning? Maybe that was why Kevin sent him to his room, to find that out for himself.
Taking a deep breath he sighed and turned back to the door. "In for a penny..." He turned the knob and walked back out into the living room where Keven and Clyde where having a much more relaxed match.
"'Ey! Forgot your sorts dude?" Kevin grinned and kicked the fabric up with his foot to catch it in one hand, bundling it and tossing it over to the stallion who caught it in turn.
"Yeah, thanks." For some reason Jacob didn't feel like putting them back on, instead tossing them into his open bedroom door behind him.
Clyde grinned up at the stallion as he walked through the room, appreciating the sight of that half-mast between his legs. "Quit teasin' man. Might end up serving the rest of today too" The dire wolf finished off his third beer. It took him quite a few to get drunk, but he was already tipsy after three.
"Maybe I should...? To get me used to it... for tomorrow?"
The two seated males exchanged glances with each other, Kevin's ears flicking back a brief moment as if not sure that he heard correctly, while Clyde's perked up.
"You serious dude?" The dire wolf cracked a grin while Kevin raised an eyebrow in surprise.
Jacob nodded and took a step forward, tail flicking nervously.
Clyde chuckled and lifted his empty beer can. "Mind gettin' me another one hot stuff?"
Jacob nodded and walked towards the kitchen, his body seeming to take over as his mind worked itself out. His friends started whispering to each other as he opened the fridge, grabbing one of Clyde's cheap beers, and one of his own, before heading back over.
Standing behind the couch, he watched his friends' match as he leaned down to hand them each one of the beers.
"Ah good boy, getting one for each of your tops." Kevin smirked as he opened the beer that was offered to him, the dire wolf chuckling at the comment next to him.
Pausing the game Kevin grabbed one of Jacob's hands and stood up, pulling gently to have the stallion step over the back of the couch, before planting himself in the center of the couch and Kevin sat on his right side like the three had done during the fateful match.
Jacob gave a nervous nicker as Clyde cupped his chin, turning his head so that he was facing his long-time friend. The dire wolf leaned into a kiss, his tongue instantly diving into the stallion's mouth, pinning is tongue down so he could explore it without interference. Jacob did not resist, in fact he seemed to have gone into shock again at the rough, passionate kiss.
Kevin smirked and stroked at the stallion's half-chub, grabbing the stallion's hand and guiding it to his own shaft where the larger male instinctively began to stroke it. Kevin moaned, watching as Jacob's shaft quickly grew to its full foot of length.
Clyde kept up the kiss, breaking it after a full minute, a string of saliva running between the two large males' lips before it snapped. The dire wolf growled lustfully as he pulled down his own sweatpants, releasing his now hard shaft to the world. At 14 inches it dwarfed the other guys' cocks, fitting as he was the largest guy all over.
Grabbing Jacob's head, his fingers curling into the Irish Cob's mane. "What do we say?" The joker was gone, replaced with the dominant that came out when the tall canine grew aroused.
"Th-thank you?"
"Thank you what?"
"Thank you Sir?"
Clyde pulled down on the Irish Cob's mane, forcing him to look up at the ceiling. He then leaned in, biting his neck gently, with just enough pressure to indent the flesh beneath his fangs. The sensation of being prey made the horse's tail flick behind him, thumping against the couch's back, his mind going wild with mixed emotions, but the loudest was that thought telling him to submit. Submit, and obey his top, his dom, his predator.
Pulling his jaws away Clyde gave a nip to those fat equine lips before he looked over at Kevin. They lynx's cock was stroked skillfully by the stallion's hand, despite how idle he was otherwise acting. He had let go of Jacob's shaft, letting it pulse and throb in the air on its own, completely ignored.
With his grip still in Jacob's mane, Clyde slowly, but firmly pushed him down, the horse giving no resistance as his face was pushed down to that massive red cock, the only splash of color visible on the dire wolf's body.
Jacob closed his eyes as his lips were pressed to that shaft, drinking in the scent of his friend's musk. He shuddered in arousal, giving a soft nicker as he kissed the tip of that tapered shaft before pulling it into his mouth. The earthy, spicy taste of the dire wolf's malehood exploded in his mouth, his breath hitching. It had been years since he'd sucked a cock, and then only as a favor to a bottom. It was nothing like this. Then it had just been an action to get what he wanted, and now... he was not sure what it was. It was definitely better though, almost like it felt right.
Clyde moaned as he felt that hot wet mouth slip around the tip of his shaft. He chuckled and smirked. "Atta girl, didn't know you had it in ya. But you're a natural!"
Kevin grinned ear to ear as he watched, gripping Jacob's hand as it stroked his cock, the idle pace a bit too slow for his liking. The lynx reached out and began to play with the stallion's nipple, rubbing and pinching it between two fingers, before using a claw to lightly press against it. "Hmm, he does look good like this."
Clyde was starting to get impatient he shoved down on the stallion's neck, while his hips bucked up, driving his cock deeper into that mouth. The horse was able to take half the length before he started choking on that thick shaft, his throat convulsing as it tried to push it back out.
The dire wold was having none of that though, holding him down on his massive length. "Take it you filthy slut!"
Kevin rolled his eyes and used a slightly gentler approach. "Jacob, breathe. In through your nose, then back out, straiten your neck a bit." He moved the stallion's body, coaching him into kneeling position on the couch.
In the new shape his body took Jacob grunted as even more of that shaft was pushed down his throat, Clyde's fist in his mane shoving until his lips brushed the dire wolf's knot, the thing as big as one of Kevin's fists. The stallion's neck bulged as that wolven cock was buried deep into him.
Pulling Jacob's head up by the mane, the dire wolf moaned, his cock glistening with rivulets of saliva that clung to it. He pulled Jacob up until just the tip was in his mouth, the stallion panting for breath as he recovered. "Good bitch. We'll be here all night if we have to, but you'll be taking my knot in your mouth like a good slut.
Jacob had sweat beading his body, and spit and tears soaking his face as he licked his lips. "Y-yes Sir."
Kevin grinned at that. "Damn son. If you teach him that I'll have no problem satisfying my cravings tomorrow." They lynx did not really care much for anal, oral was his favorite act, and he adored a well-trained bottom.
Clyde didn't respond as he shoved Jacob back down, snarling as those lips went down to the knot before he pulled the stallion back up. He was soon fucking that equine throat at rapid pace, the bulge in that neck showing exactly how deep he was getting as he shifted to a kneeling position, getting better leverage than when he had been sitting.
Jacob's lungs screamed for air as his friend throat-fucked him for minutes at a time, pulling out only when the stallion's body started to go slack each time. His mind was blank, unable to process everything that was going on. Though, this rough treatment did not make him resent the bet, nor resent his friends. Instead it made him feel closer than ever to them.
Kevin started stroking Jacob's back, massaging him as he pressed his own feline length between the stallion's thighs, pushing up against his sack. Pushing the Irish Cob's legs together he started giving himself a thigh job with those toned legs, the barbs of his cock brushing through Jacob's fur, combing the lynx's pre into it.
The dire wolf seemed to get more and more brutal with his use of Jacob's throat. When he noticed that the stallion's lips kept preventing him from knotting his friend's mouth his free hand reached down to grip the stallion's jaws right at the diastema, to pull it wider. Jacob's fists clenched, and his whole front half spasmed as that knot forced itself between his incisors, making a seal with the corners of his mouth as it sat between the two sections of teeth that horses had.
That cock was now as deep as it would go, the tip pushed down past the Irish Cob's clavicle, into his ribcage. Clyde moaned in satisfaction as the stallion's body convulsed around his throbbing shaft, instinctively rejecting it. The dire wolf grunted as his cock pulsed, visibly distending Jacob's throat even more each time it did, depositing rope after rope of potent canine cream straight into his stomach.
Kevin moaned, watching that knot sink in sent him over the edge as well, thrusting up in between those thighs, the tip of his cock pressed against the underside of Jacob's sack before he started shooting his load, painting the underside of those orbs white with his seed.
The stallion was trapped on that knot, his jaws not able to naturally stretch wide enough to accept it, he was left gagging, not able to breath as the length plugged up his throat so well that his wind pipe was inaccessible.
It took a few moments of struggling on that knot before Clyde reached down, gripping both jaws in both hands to pull them apart just enough to let that knot slip free by slipping the bulb of flesh out the side of the horse's mouth before pulling the rest out normally.
Jacob gasped once that cock was pulled out, panting as he recovered, his broad chest heaving as he collapsed forward into a, now kneeling, dire wolf lap. His legs slipped to the side, his hips twisting under him.
Clyde smirked down at his exhausted friend, too weak to lick the saliva from his lips as it dripped free. The dire wolf's cock still stood proud, it would be a while before it softened back up and the knot deflated. "Good girl."
Kevin chuckled and purred, standing up to walk over and sit with his back resting against the dire wolf's side as he reached out to pet Jacob's head like he was a pet dog. "Very good indeed. We're so proud of you Jake."
Clyde smirked and cupped Jacob's chin, lifting his head so they were looking each other in the eye. Hooking his thumb between the horse's lips he then pulled his jaws open, sliding his thumb back between the teeth to keep it propped up. Without looking away from the stallion's pretty blue eyes he spat onto the exhausted male's tongue before pulling out his thumb to let his mouth close.
Jacob gulped audibly as he swallowed that wad of spit, his left hand planting itself on Clyde's knee as he moved to sit better, the right one curled in while the left hung off the edge of the couch.
After that Clyde slid out from under Jacob's head, letting him drop his chin against the couch seat, which was saturated with the dire wolf's musk. The horse's nares flared as he drank in the residual scent as the larger male stood up and stretched. "Damn that was satisfying. See you guys in the morning. Can't wait to try out your ass man." He gave Jacob a playful swat on his ass before heading to the master bedroom, shutting the door behind him.
Kevin chuckled and went to the kitchen, grabbing one of Jacob's sweeter beers and popping the tab before taking a sip. He headed over to the laying stallion and rolled him onto his back before he lifted his legs so that they laid on the couch instead of draped off the side.
"Here." He set the opened beer onto the end table at the stallion's head. "Feel free to sleep wherever hot stuff. But if you sleep out here I think Clyde will replace his workout with fucking you senseless." Chuckling and ruffling the larger male's mane he headed off to his own room, leaving the lights on for Jacob.
Jacob groaned as he sat up, watching the lynx's bare rump disappear as his bedroom door shut behind him. The stallion grabbed the opened beer and threw it back, chugging until the can was emptied. Crushing the can under his hoof, he gathered up the rest of the discarded empty and half empty beers, finishing off the cans' contents. Once they were emptied and crushed he brought them through the kitchen, into the garage to place them into the recycling.
He then walked back into the living room and sat himself on the couch, groaning as he rubbed his sore jaws. His mind was slow to process what had all happened. The stallion's cock was still at full mast, and he started to idly stroke himself as he thought. He had struggled to take that cock, but feeling it locked between his jaws, feeling his body used for another male's pleasure...
The confused stallion stopped stroking himself then. Jacob felt as if he didn't deserve to cum that way anymore. As if he was no longer allowed to dom, or to top. He did not want to admit these feelings to himself, but there they were.
Kevin's warning echoed in his head as he went to the bathroom, grunting as he pulled out the plug and washed it in the sink as he let his body empty itself of waste by sitting on the toilet. Once that was done and he'd washed his hands in addition to the glass plug he stared at the toy, contemplating.
Taking the toy with him he walked back out to the living room, plopping himself onto the couch. Jacob stared at it as his hands seemed to move on their own, grabbing the lube and pouring a copious amount on the toy before setting it on the table, holding it still between his index and middle fingers, palm flat against the surface. Raising himself up he sat on the toy, gasping in pleasure as he was once more filled, the emptiness he'd felt while it was out for such a brief time had been agonizing.
Once the toy had slipped into place he stood once more, setting himself back to the couch, grabbing a blanket and turning off the lamp as we went to sleep. He might as well sleep out here then, despite Kevin's warnings, or perhaps because of them.