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"Damn, you trained him to be a good little foot-licker, huh?" Cy asked--already naked, he'd plopped down on the floor when the Border Collie excitedly crawled up to him to inspect and sniff his feet. Cy took the opportunity to expose his soles, and he moaned softly while the Border Collie's tongue lapped between his sweaty toes. "Oh shit, that's nice."

"Where'd you pick this one up?" Ty asked, stripping off his shirt as he circled around behind the canine servicing his brother's paws; like Cy, he'd already shucked off his shorts as soon as he had entered the dungeon.

The Dalmatian twins were identical down to the last black spot dotting their white fur. Kassam had met the two athletic, slim canines years ago while prowling around the hookup apps for fun. He'd initially thought of converting them into his slaves--as he'd done to so many others in his dungeon--but when he learned how creative and uninhibited the incestuous pair already was, Kassam was happy enough to keep them around as friends with incredibly good benefits. And those benefits ranged from housesitting while someone was traveling to Kassam parading the two Dalmatians around on leashes and publicly fucking them during fetish events.

Cy and Ty were on the younger side, to be sure, but their range of experience made them mature beyond their years, and Kassam had thought of the brothers immediately as the perfect pair to do some quality assurance testing on his latest project. It had been a simple matter of taking a selfie with his hand down the Border Collie's throat--making his esophagus bulge with his fist--and sending it to their group chat with a message asking if they were interested in playing with a new toy. And less than 20 minutes later, both Dalmatians were in the dungeon, nude and slowly stroking their stiff cocks as they watched the Border Collie lick Cy's feet and wag his ass enticingly for Ty to come closer.

"He was pretending to be slutting around at Hightower," Kassam casually replied while he sank into his easy chair to enjoy the show. The small, hidden cameras embedded in the dungeon's walls and ceiling would capture the whole event, all the naked tiger had to do was just sit back and relax. He languidly fingered his subincision as he continued, "He pissed off the wrong guy and a mutual acquaintance called in a favor...what do you think?" he asked when he watched Ty pluck at the engorged doughnut of the Border Collie's ass, the lips loosely springing back like limp guitar strings.

Ty whistled low. "I think you outdid yourself on this pup." He reached into the Border Collie's ass with a dry hand, inserting his clenched fist with ease past the ruined opening and wiggling around against the sagging rectum--the Border Collie whined and wagged his tail while he still intently licked and nuzzled Cy's feet, huffing up every trace of sweat and musk he could get. "Never seen a hole this wrecked before."

"And it's gonna stay that way," Kassam said proudly. "Go as hard as you want on him, he's already been broken in, so you're not gonna hurt him."

"You got it, boss," Cy sniggered--he reached forward and playfully smacked the side of the Border Collie's face to get his attention. The pup looked up eagerly at the Dalmatian leering down at him, clearly ready to continue servicing the dominant male. "We don't have much time, it's a busy day, so we'll keep it simple," Cy continued, settling up on his knees in front of the Border Collie's mouth while Ty took his position at the canine's ass. Both knotted cocks prodded the orifices they were about to penetrate. The Border Collie opened his mouth wide and pushed out his ass, both eager to be filled. "But fuck, this is still gonna be plenty of fun."

Without further ado, Cy rolled his hips forward, roughly shoving his thick length up to the knot into the Border Collie's muzzle.

"Oooh yeah," Cy moaned blissfully--the Border Collie's tongue was a perfectly soft, warm, wet pad that curled around his cock. The dog attentively slathered the hard dick in his mouth with saliva before he sucked, applying just the right amount of vacuum pressure to coax a bead of sweet, musky pre out of Cy.

At the same time, Ty hilted himself completely within the Border Collie's ass--his cock schlorped past the outward-facing doughnut in an instant, sinking into the warm fleshy folds that cradled his length from head to tip to knot. "Holy shiiiit," Ty hissed.

The Border Collie gulped Cy inward, rubbing his cockhead against the rippled roof of his mouth before deep throating him. He simultaneously rolled his hips backwards, smushing his ass against Ty's pelvis to keep the cock firmly lodged in his rectum for just a moment longer before the Dalmatian behind him drew out and began thrusting.

Kassam watched the spitroast before him while he gripped his hard erection and stroked the shaft, his palm teasing across his sensitive skin. The tiger rumbled appreciatively when he saw Cy and Ty hump into the pup in unison, both drawing out of his ass and mouth, then thrusting forward again. The force of their pushes made the Border Collie's body contract like a carnal accordion between them before he relaxed again when they pulled back--Kassam knew from personal experience that those boys had a knack for matching each others' pace, thanks to the multiple times he'd had them blow and rim him at the same time.

Even though they matched each other in the speed of their thrusts into the Border Collie's ass and mouth, Cy and Ty alternated grunting and panting. Ty occasionally smacked the Border Collie's side while his hips jackhammered against the pup's taut rear, and Cy held his head firmly in place while plunging in and out of his mouth, rubbing his length along the dog's tongue. All the while, the Border Collie whimpered needily and huffed enthusiastically, so grateful for the chance to have both ends used at once. These masters gave him so much affection and attention as they filled him, making him want to please them even more.

"Gonna flood that ass, bro?" Cy asked between thrusts, egging Ty on.

"You know I've got a--fuuuuuck--big shot saved up," Ty grunted. The loose ass engulfing him felt like the sloppiest, wetest, creamiest, most heavenly velvet and plush cushion he'd ever rammed his cock into. He loved how his cock rode over the swell of the Border Collie's enlarged prostate, and Ty felt the Border Collie lightly clenching against him, milking his cock while his balls swung against the nameless pup's. He panted and nodded at his brother. "Can't wait to hear him gulping down your load."

"Oh yeah, got a thick, fresh batch of puppies for him to swallow," Cy smirked back. He kept pounding into the dog's muzzle, his cock grazing over the row of teeth in a way that made him shiver. The Dalmatian pushed in as deep as he could on every thrust, filling the open throat and not caring if the dog beneath him could breathe. The Border Collie sucked in as much as he could, blissfully swallowing around the hot, pulsating meat that invaded his muzzle. "The way he's milking my cock with his throat, you'd think he was starving. Is he always gonna be like this?"

"That's the idea," the tiger confirmed from his chair.

"Fucking sweet," Cy huffed.

"You want fucking sweet, you should try this ass," Ty panted, his hips plap-lap-laping against the Border Collie's. "Little slut's gonna be the perfect cocksleeve."

Cy eventually groaned loudly, leaning his head back. "Goddamn...oh fuck meeee."

Ty watched as he did the same, smiling at his brother. "I feel you man...don't know how much...fuuuuck...longer I'm gonna last."

"You gonna..."

"Fuck-fuck-fuck...oh shit!"

With a wide, toothy grin on his face, Kassam watched both Dalmatians thrust one last time into the Border Collie. They popped their knots past his lips and sphincter and clenched their hands around his muzzle and ass while they howled and emptied their balls into the pup. Cy and Ty groaned and panted as their balls drew up tight against their groins in perfect unison, spasming while their cocks gushed enormous spurts of semen into the double-ended fleshlight of a Border Collie between them. Kassam kept edging himself, fighting hard against the urge to blow his load all over himself in his easy chair. The pup, meanwhile, gulped every rope of hot jizz Cy fed into his throat and clenched his ass to force out another spurt of cum from Ty...and another...and another...

When the Dalmatians, exhausted and catching their breath, came down from their climaxes, they looked at each other deviously.

"Want to give him a drink to wash everything down?" Ty suggested.

"I like the way you think. In fact..." Cy glanced around the dungeon, then addressed Kassam. "Hey, boss, does he have a dog bowl?"

Kassam started in his chair, then forced himself up, releasing his grip around his cock and making for the toy cabinet. "Not officially with his name on it, but I've got something here," he said as he pulled out a heavy duty, black rubber dog bowl. He brought the bowl back to the threesome and handed it to Ty, who positioned it directly under the Border Collie's ass.

The tiger stepped back, watching while the Dalmatians counted down together. "3...2...aaaahhh," they sighed at the same time as they relaxed their bladders.

The Border Collie began hastily gulping down the hot stream of piss that gushed into his throat like a waterfall, relishing the acrid, musky taste and aroma that flooded his senses. At the same time, he relaxed his colonic muscles even further to accept the swell of urine that surged into his guts and mixed with the Dalmatian cum that Ty had deposited. He held still, simply swallowing and relaxing to let the warmth flow into him. Every mouthful slipped down his throat with ease, and his belly filled with piss, quenching his thirst and encouraging him to drink more at the same time.

When the Dalmatians, sighing and groaning in relief the whole time they pissed down the pup's gullet and up his ass for an enema, felt themselves finally empty out, they both withdrew from the holes they'd been filling. Ty shoved a finger into the Border Collie's ass to immediately plug it, feeling his warm urine against his finger pad, while Cy popped out of the dog's mouth and rubbed the side of his face affectionately--the Border Collie simply looked up happily at the Dalmatian, his tongue hanging out while he panted.

"That's a good boy, drinking all that up," Cy crooned. "We've got more for you, puppy."

The Border Collie cocked his head, interested. "Arf!"

"Hehe, better give him what he wants, bro."

"Okay, boy, sit over the bowl!" Ty commanded--the Border Collie complied immediately, positioning his plugged ass over the dog bowl. Ty pulled out his thumb, letting the whole deluge of piss and cum fall from the Border Collie's ass; it noisily splashed and sloshed into the dog bowl below, filling it to the brim.

The Border Collie relaxed his sphincters, ensuring he released every last drop of his piss enema into the bowl. After a moment, only a few drips on his puffy rim remained. He held still, save for his tail wagging in anticipation as he waited for the command--his throat was so dry, his belly felt so empty even with all the piss that was already in it, he just needed to slurp up even more...

"Aaaand drink!" Ty said.

Immediately the Border Collie twirled around and buried his face in the dog bowl, greedily slobbering up the mix of cum and piss that had just been in his bowels. He was so thrilled to be lapping up the musky, lukewarm fluids, he lost focus of what the real men in the room were saying, but it sounded like he did a good job, and his tail wagged while he continued to drink.

"You've definitely got our seal of approval. He's gonna be in high demand at the bar, for sure," Ty told Kassam as he watched the Border Collie aggressively enjoy his well-earned drink--bubbles welled up from the pup's nostrils when he exhaled into the frothy piss and cum mix, and his tongue noisily pulled more liquid into his waiting mouth.

"When are you taking him back?" Cy asked.

"Pretty soon, just gotta make some arrangements with the manager, and there's one other person I need to make sure is satisfied," Kassam replied, grinning.

The three of them lapsed into silence while they watched the Border Collie finish lapping up his drink. When his bowl was empty, he licked the hard rubber for any last pungent vestiges of piss and semen before he looked up at the trio eagerly, his eyes begging for another round of fun.

---

"When you said you'd turned his brain to mush, I thought you were exaggerating, but this...damn," Ray muttered, entranced by the video he was watching on the phone he held.

"Surprised?" Kassam grunted from his easy chair while the Border Collie was vigorously riding his cock.

The tiger could feel every centimeter of the dog's silky wet flesh rubbing against his exposed urethra, coaxing him closer to the edge. He let his hands settle on the canine's hips while the pup bounced up and down in his lap; the firm, white-furred rump nestled against Kassam's pelvis, then rose, drawing his squelching hole up along the tiger's length before sliding back down and burying the girthy, subincised cock within the dog's ruined hole again. On every downward thrust, the dog's hefty balls swung against Kassam's, compressing the tiger's scrotal ladder against his testicles and adding an extra layer of sensation. Kassam and the Border Collie had been going at it for the past hour and a half already, the tiger taking his sweet time to enjoy the fruits of his labor at last while he invited Ray over to inspect his handiwork.

The bull had needed some extra time to get over to the tiger's house, and when Ray had arrived, let himself in, and sauntered down to the dungeon he'd visited before, he saw Kassam reclining in his chair with the pup riding cowboy on top of him. More than that, when Ray came to stand next to his friend's chair, he saw clearly that the Border Collie--who the large bull remembered as nothing more than a tease at the bar and now had obviously been replaced by a simple cumhungry hound--was determinedly doing his best to please his master and milk a load out of the feline cock that he craved. Drool dripped from the dog's tongue and onto Kassam's chest, and Ray could hear the loud schlorpings of the Border Collie's demolished hole engulfing the tiger up to the hilt on every thrust.

"Dude, how did you..." Ray had spluttered in surprise at first, but Kassam had simply handed him his phone, and the bull fell silent when he started watching the video compilation of Kassam torturing, training, and testing the Border Collie. Ray watched everything from the early beatings with the cane to Cy and Ty's spitroast, his eyebrows raised and his cock beginning to stiffen. The whole time the bull stood next to the chair and ogled the video, the Border Collie kept riding Kassam and the tiger grunted and moaned in pleasure, adding to the sounds playing from the phone in Ray's hands.

"I mean, this is a professional level mindfucking that you've done," Ray chuckled when the video finished. "Hm..."

While the Border Collie continued undulating on top of Kassam, Ray, curious now, put the tiger's phone back on the side table and sauntered over to the fuck bench, where he inspected the home-built conditioning kit. He picked up the gas mask, fingering it before he looked inside to check the eye screens, speakers, gag, and electrodes. "And you did it all with just this?"

"Not--unf--all of it. Had to--ah fuck--wipe his brain clean with the hypnosis first," Kassam said gruffly; the sensations wracking his body and hormones racing through his brain made it hard to concentrate on addressing Ray. All he wanted, after spending so long on the Border Collie's brain and body, was to empty his balls and spill his seed into the sexy, lithe, black and white-furred body that was working him over like an automatic fleshlight. He'd earned it, he'd done the hard work, he deserved to breed the pup he'd brainwashed so thoroughly--Kassam just needed a little more, he was hovering right on the edge that the Border Collie had brought him to with gusto. "But that--hrf--imprinted what he needed to know."

Ray squeezed the rubber gas mask in his large hands, both marveling at the simplicity of Kassam's setup and pridefully comparing it to the much more clinical methods his company used to produce brainwashed slaves. "You know, I gotta hand it to you. For working out of your basement and putting together something so sloppy, this is...really effective."

Kassam laughed shortly before clenching his teeth--the Border Collie had just sank into his lap again in a way that forced a roll of wet muscle to slip over his subincision. "Aaahh...don't strain yourself. I--mmmf--know how much it hurts to compliment my skills like that."

Ray sighed and replaced the gas mask in the kit, then spoke as he walked back over to the easy chair. "Well, it wouldn't be professional of me not to tell you that you did a good job on a single subject like this guy. And my hands were tied from a company perspective, I couldn't take him and put him in one of our conditioning tanks without someone asking questions, so..."

"Thanks for being the--unf--bad guy at the club and--fuck--kidnapping him?" Kassam finished. He winked up at Ray as the bull approached. "My pleasure, I'd be happy to do it again."

"I'll keep an eye out for any other bratty teases like this one," Ray said, reaching forward to cup the Border Collie's chin. The dog looked up at him adoringly, loving the warmth and heft of the bull's fingers on his muzzle while he continued riding his master. "Gonna be interested to see how he does at the club. You've got a plan for his debut?"

Kassam clenched his jaw in pleasure and nodded as the dog dutifully rode his cock, bringing him closer to the brink. "Yep, it's all--unf--been arranged."

Ray grinned. "Should be fun. And I assume you gave him a new name?"

"Not--mmmf--yet, but I...guh," Kassam grunted, feeling the familiar pressure build up to the boiling point at last in his loins. "Oh fuck..."

Kassam's fingers and claws clenched around the Border Collie's hips; he slammed the dog's ass down into his lap, and Ray winced as the tiger roared loudly.

"HHRRRRUUUUUAAAARRRRH!" Kassam's vision went white as his orgasm crashed through his brain--his balls drew up tight and he lifted his hips from his seat, thrusting high into the Border Collie while pulling the dog down further, trying to stuff his spurting cock even deeper into the ruined hole that was rapidly filling with cum. The dog rhythmically clenched around Kassam's shaft, milking it with his contractions.

"Huuuh...huuuh...huuuuh," Kassam groaned through clenched teeth while his cock spasmed and fired thick ropes of hot jizz into the dog.

His legs quivered as he rode through the waves of ecstasy, his orgasm momentarily washing all thoughts and higher functions from his mind--as the tiger climaxed, all that was left was the instinct to just dump his semen into the hungry hole that enveloped him. Sticky cum splattered against the dog's insides, painting them white with a thick litter of cubs. He had been saving his load and edging himself for so long that the large volume of cum began to seep from the dog's ass and drip down his balls. But Kassam didn't care; he simply thrust upward again and again, wetly pounding the cummy hole and sending small threads of viscous white seed flying from the force of his humping...until his hips tired and he pulled the dog's hips harder against his pelvis.

"Uurrggnh!" he growled as he clenched hard, forcing the last ounces of potent seed to ooze out of his subincision and soak into the Border Collie's guts. He shuddered when the dog clenched around him a few times more, and then, finally, breathing hard, Kassam relaxed against the soft leather of the easy chair while the canine sat still on top of him, panting and drooling.

Ray snickered again and waited a minute for Kassam to recover when he took up again, "You were saying?"

Kassam blearily opened his eyes, looking up at the bull as he caught his breath, then let his gaze fall upon the Border Collie.

"Arf!" the dog barked, and Kassam couldn't help but soppily beam up at him while he reached up and patted the canine's head. The dog's doofy smile was still so endearing, so hopeful...so brainless. He'd be everyone's best friend and favorite toy at the bar.

Kassam swallowed, clearing his throat, before he said, "I've got the perfect name in mind for him."

---

It was midnight at Hightower Bar. The primal bassline that had been thundering over the speakers began to soften and the lights began to flash on the stage, getting everyone's attention. Leather daddies, pups, cigar-smoking masters, harness-wearing boys, and rubber gimps alike came to a stop on the dance floor and turned their eyes to the raised platform; VIP patrons in their booths on the second floor scooted closer to the mirrored windows and drinkers at the upper bar took up positions by the balcony--all eyes in the club were glued to the stage.

"Aaaaalright, boys, it's that time!" the club's DJ, a meerkat in the audio booth, announced theatrically over the speakers.

The crowds on the dance floor and second floor bar clapped and cheered, alternating calls of "Bring him out!" and rhythmic chants of "Puppy! Puppy! Puppy!"

"Yeah, you hoes know what's coming, you've been waiting for it all night!" the meerkat continued. "Every good bar should have one of these, and it's high time Hightower Bar had one of our own! Tonight, we're gonna debut Hightower's new bar dog!"

The DJ paused, letting the crowd yell and stomp their feet and whistle and roar.

"Now I know some of you dumb bastards just have nothing but cum for brains," the meerkat began, making the crowd laugh, "so listen up, because not only do we have a special guest to introduce our new puppy, but he's also got a challenge for you! And the stakes are high! If we fail, then this is just a one-night appearance and we have to say bye-bye to the puppy. So we've gotta work together, okay? We want to keep the pup here at Hightower!"

The crowd began chanting "Puppy! Puppy! Puppy!" again, excitedly watching the lights swirl and strobe on the stage, building the tension to a fever pitch.

"I know, I want to keep him here, too!" the meerkat laughed over the speakers. "Here to introduce Hightower's new bar dog...it's Kaaaaassaaaaam!"

The audience shrieked and applauded as the intro music played and Kassam, wearing a microphone headset and only his leather pants, a harness strapped across his broad chest, and leather gloves with the knuckles cut out, led the naked Border Collie onstage by the leash clipped to the thick leather collar around his neck. The crowd whistled when they saw the pup's stiff cock bobbing between his legs as he crawled next to Kassam, and the tiger pulled his leash and pointed for the Border Collie to sit by his side. The dog sat obediently, his tail wagging as he looked over the crowd below the stage--he could see so many hopeful faces that wanted him so badly, so many masters he wanted to serve! He could smell the overpoweringly heady and intoxicating aroma of thick, masculine musk on the air; it drove him into a frenzy, and he tap danced his front paws excitedly, doing his utmost best to contain himself while Kassam addressed the audience.

"Everyone, this is Hungry!" Kassam said into his microphone. He reached down and patted the side of Hungry's face while the crowd clapped before simmering down again. "He's a real good boy with a big appetite, and he's excited to meet all of you," Kassam continued; he released the dog's leash, leaving Hungry to sit still while the tiger began roaming the stage. "He knows a lot of great tricks, which are going to really come in handy for tonight's challenge."

"Take your pants off!" someone yelled, and the crowd erupted in laughter.

Kassam snickered. "Oh, meet me in one of the darkrooms and I'll have you screaming, don't you worry." The crowd settled while the tiger went on, "Now, before we get into the challenge to keep Hungry at Hightower, I want to give you an idea of what he can do. He knows your basic moves like sit, or"--he turned to face Hungry and mimicked shooting him with his fingers--"Bang! Play dead!"

Hungry instantly flopped to his side, getting a mix of laughs and sweet "aws" from the audience. Meanwhile, towards the rear of the stage, Antoine, the thickset alligator wearing his black and yellow neoprene shorts once again, mounted the stairs leading up to the platform. He remained in the shadows on the stage while Kassam continued the routine. "And roll over!"

Hungry rolled onto his back, exposing his belly and hard cock wagging in the air, then onto his other side.

"And up! Good boy!" Kassam said as the Border Collie got back on his hands and knees, sitting on his haunches. The tiger twirled his finger in the air above Hungry's head. "And spin around!"

Hungry obediently turned around on the spot until he faced Kassam, his back to the far side of the stage, and Antoine took that as his cue to step out of the shadows and meet the tiger and Border Collie, standing just behind the canine.

"And he's really excited to show my friend Antoine here just one of the other commands he knows," Kassam said, winking at the alligator. "Ass up and open, boy!"

Hungry eagerly did as he was told, leaning forward and raising his rump into the air--he relaxed, letting his puffy, gaping hole open even further and giving Antoine a front-row view inside his well-trained ass.

"Now, the great thing about Hungry isn't that he knows all these commands and more--it's that he's trained to do anything and everything that you tell him to," Kassam emphasized to the crowd while Antoine turned to the side and raised his tail. The audience collectively drew its breath as the tip of the alligator's tail neared Hungry's open hole, and Kassam, with a devious smile on his face, continued, "On top of that, as Antoine is about to demonstrate, Hungry is trained to let you do anything you want to him."

Antoine grinned as he pushed the tip of his thick tail into Hungry's ass. The Border Collie barked and arched his back, inviting him further inside, and Antoine began snaking more of his leathery, ridged appendage into the wet orifice, his scales and crests bumping and dragging against the loose rim of Hungry's hole. He groaned, feeling the smooth, slick flesh against his own rough hide, and kept sliding in.

"This dog's been hollowed out and is ready for the roughest ride you can give him, whether that's with your cock, your tail, your fist--hell, you could even put your foot in him and he'd love it!" Kassam rattled off like a smooth salesman.

The audience moaned in awe as they watched the alligator back up to the dog to insert...a foot...two feet...three feet...almost four feet of thick meat, nearly to the fat base of his tail. Hungry's ass cheeks were spread apart by almost a foot of scales, muscle, and bone; Antoine's tail curled around on itself as it filled the wide-bore track of the Border Collie's bowels. Hungry's stomach visibly bulged with every foot of gator tail that squirmed deep in his guts, and he wagged his fluffy tail against Antoine's back, loving every second of being so completely stuffed.

"How's that feel, Antoine?" Kassam asked. He patted Hungry's distended stomach, feeling the firm mass of tail through the thin layer of fur, flesh, and muscle.

"Fuck, I think I'm almost touching the back of his throat," the alligator quipped while gripping the obvious bulge that had formed in his neoprene shorts from inserting his tail into the dog. "Hang on, let's tickle those ribs a little," Antoine grunted. He flexed his tail hard, forcing Hungry to yip excitedly and rise with him for a moment before settling back down on his paws, which elicited a round of laughter from the audience.

"Well how about you use that throat for a little bit?" Kassam suggested. "He doesn't have a gag reflex, so slide on in."

Antoine looked to the crowd. "I don't know, should I?"

The audience immediately began chanting, "Do it, do it, do it!"

The tiger laughed. "Gotta give the people what they want!"

"Okay, okay, I'll do it," the alligator chuckled, holding up his hands in acceptance.

The audience clapped enthusiastically while Antoine stepped forward and, with an almighty pull, schlorped his tail out of Hungry's ass. His slicked-up scales shone brightly under the stage lights as his tail fell out of the Border Collie and heavily thudded to the floor again; Hungry whined when he felt his stomach collapse back to normal--he felt so terribly empty again. But he fell silent when Antoine circled around him and placed a hand on his head; even the smallest physical touch was enough to temporarily satiate the needy pup's appetite for affection.

"Sit, boy!" Antoine said--Hungry obeyed and sank back to his haunches while Antoine unclasped his shorts and flopped out eight inches of girthy, musky gator meat, drawing "ooohs" and "aaahs" from the audience.

Hungry licked his lips in anticipation while Antoine held the dog's head, lining his beer can of a cock up with the white-furred muzzle. The Border Collie opened wide, and Antoine rammed his length home, sinking it all the way into the grinning dog's throat.

"Oooh damn, just his tooooongue," Antoine moaned loudly while Hungry--his nose deep in the alligator's crotch--caressed his thick, sensitive shaft with his tongue, sliding it up and down the bulging column and coating it with drool. The front row of audience members could see Hungry's throat swell every time the alligator humped into his muzzle, his cockhead and upper shaft noisily sliding into his esophagus with no resistance at all.

"Enjoy it, buddy!" Kassam said encouragingly, clapping Antoine on the back. The tiger then addressed the audience again. "So, for tonight's challenge to keep Hungry at Hightower! I want to show you how well his training's stuck, so he's got a quota to fulfill: 250 individual people serviced by the end of the night!"

The audience howled and shouted in delight.

"Damn, I think that means 'challenge accepted'!" the meerkat in the audio booth interpreted over the speakers.

Kassam held up his hands, waiting for the crowd to simmer down again while Hungry continued sucking Antoine's cock behind him. "I can hear how excited you all are! But I have to warn you: If we get anywhere less than 250--if he satisfies only 249 of you--then Hungry is going up for adoption. I can't keep him, and failing to fulfill his quota means he's not fit to be a good bar dog, even if he's a good cocksleeve. So you all really need to work together to make sure he stays at Hightower forever! The plan is for him to eat here, sleep here, and live here, and be readily available for you to use at any time."

"For tonight's challenge," Kassam continued, "you can use him to get your rocks off, double or even triple-penetrate him, use him as a seat to eat you out for a while, use him as a urinal, and just about anything else you can think of...outside of darkroom activity!" Groans of disappointment rose from the crowd, but the tiger firmly clarified, "That means no serious mutilation or vore. Any violators will be permanently banned from Hightower."

The dismayed grumbles settled down as Kassam looked back at Antoine and Hungry--the Border Collie had begun humping the alligator's leg while sucking his cock, and Antoine was groaning, obviously getting close to blowing a fat load down the dog's throat. He snickered and resumed addressing the audience. "Alright, that's all the rules. Hungry is going to be up on the stage for the rest of the night, so line up and wait your turn!"

A huge rush of wolves, leopards, deer, kangaroos, horses, lizards, bears, raccoons, elephants, foxes, and more immediately scrambled for the stairs that led to the stage, and Kassam finished with, "Let's see 250 of you fuckers have fun with the new bar dog!"

"You heard him!" the meerkat in the audio booth said as Kassam exited the stage to the applause of the crowd. "Wait your turn and enjoy, and keep the cum and beer flowing!"

Frenetic, thumping music filled the club again as Kassam watched Antoine finish with Hungry, and then the next patron hopped up on the stage to have his way with the willing Border Collie. The alligator, his spent cock still untucked from his shorts and drooling the last drips of cum, high-fived Kassam on his way down from the platform.

"Man, I don't know what you did to make him like that, but thank you," Antoine beamed at the tiger.

"Hey, after what he did to you, it's the least I could do," Kassam chuffed, watching a polar bear violently grasp Hungry by the thighs and drag him backwards to a comfortable position, where he started aggressively shoving his muzzle into the Border Collie's ass and eating him out. "Damn, someone's hungry..."

As the debauchery got started in earnest, Kassam set himself up in a seat close to the stage to watch the nonstop parade of clubbers using the Border Collie. A waiter delivered a bottle of bourbon on the house for the tiger, and Kassam relaxed with his drink while he enjoyed the show. He kept a running counter app on his phone, tapping each time Hungry finished servicing a new master.

Most of the patrons who joined Hungry on the stage were content enough to simply use the dog like a fleshlight, hilting themselves in the sloppy mess of his ass and using the lukewarm, goopy, slimy wads of cum still inside him from previous encounters as lube. Others enjoyed using his mouth and throat to get off, vigorously sliding his head back and forth along their lengths until they spurted on his tongue and down his esophagus. Hungry swallowed everything he was given, panting as he looked up with pleading eyes, clearly begging for more.

There were others who instructed the dog to hump their feet; he slid his cock between their toes and across their soles, occasionally ramming his cock along their shins and calves if he was told to hump a leg. Hungry was told to cum so often, splattering his masters' feet and legs with thick puppy spooge every time, that Kassam didn't bother keeping track--all he could do was watch the strands of white erupt from Hungry's cock and count another satisfied customer.

At one point, a kangaroo ordered the Border Collie to fill a pint glass with his cum; Hungry obediently squirted into the cup, and white streams of semen dripped down the sides of the clear glass before it filled to the brim. The kangaroo then tipped it into his own mouth, greedily drinking the pup's cum in large swallows. He held a mouthful back and knelt down to make out with Hungry, who swirled his tongue around the kangaroo's mouth, pulling in wads of his own semen and gulping them down as he kissed the marsupial.

Before long, a rat mounted the stage and unzipped his pants. He stood in front of Hungry and pressed a heavy foot on the dog's exposed, swollen balls, forcing the Border Collie to open his mouth and whine, and the rodent took that as the opportunity to let loose and piss into his muzzle like it was a urinal. Hungry kept his throat wide open, swallowing every so often while rat urine poured down the hatch. More patrons followed the rat's lead when it was their turn, sometimes aiming for Hungry's mouth while others simply doused him from head to toe in hot piss. Eventually there was an enormous, acrid puddle on the stage for the dog to flop around in and lick up in between encounters.

Kassam continued watching, seeing a few patrons take their chances getting fucked and bred by the obedient dog; Hungry would lock his hands around their waists or chests and hump as fast as he could, his breath hot and heavy in the ear of whoever was bottoming for him--even though he was on top and given the privilege of fucking, the pup knew that it was really the master he was servicing who was in charge. When he was ordered to cum, he would inject litter after litter into the volunteer he was obeying, spurting until he was told to stop.

There were a couple of impressively tall and ripped body-builder bulls who double-penetrated him; they first stuffed their sweaty jockstraps into the dog's waiting mouth before picking up the Border Collie like he weighed nothing at all. They held Hungry up between them before letting the eager puppy slide down over both broad slabs of beef simultaneously. It was like a delicious sandwich of bull, dog, and bull. The bovines expertly pumped in and out, alternating who drew back and who thrust in. Their cocks glided slickly against each other while the pup's hole engulfed them, and the two bulls took turns squeezing and cupping Hungry's balls, encouraging the Border Collie to bark and howl in delight for the benefit of everyone else watching.

Kassam's eyes widened when, later that night, he watched a tall giraffe firmly grasp Hungry's cock and squeeze his long, slimy tongue into the dog's urethra. Hungry whined and groaned at the invasion, the appendage writhing in his cock like a snake and swelling the underside of it beyond what the tiger had done in his dungeon. He was pleased to see the pup take every inch of the giraffe's drool-covered tongue like a champ, never once trying to back off of it. And Kassam could only imagine the musky, salty, savory flavors the giraffe was sampling. Hell, if the giraffe liked getting into Hungry's urethra like that, maybe Kassam should connect with the big guy at the end of the night; his own cock twitched as the tiger envisioned how amazing it would feel having such a big, dextrous tongue like the giraffe's exploring his subincision.

The night wore on; Kassam watched a scruffy otter instruct Hungry to sit at attention with his mouth open, and he backed up onto the dog's muzzle, spreading his cheeks for the pup to slobber over his hole. The otter shivered and groaned while Hungry eagerly dug in deeper under the thick tail, nosing at his puckered rim and stretching it with his tongue. Kassam figured that must have been at least the 30th ass Hungry had eaten that night, but the pup was going at it like it was his very first and he was starving. The tiger shook his head, proud to see that the dog he'd trained would always be hungry and would never have his fill, no matter how much delicious ass he ate, cock he swallowed, or cum and piss he guzzled. Hungry was like a bottomless hole, constantly needing something in it. And he was in the right place to get filled.

Once he finished eating out the otter, a jaguar provided his fist, which Hungry easily settled down on before the jaguar began pumping in and out of his hole. From there, an older bear yanked on his balls and spanked him hard with a wooden paddle while a younger red panda humped into his mouth. Then an iguana ordered Hungry to give him a footjob; a donkey jackhammered into his ass; an elephant stuffed his cock into the dog's destroyed hole and his trunk down his open throat and masturbated him; a lion whipped him while making him suck a moose's cock; a cigar-smoking badger spat onto his tongue, shotgunned a mouthful of cigar smoke into his muzzle, and got the pup to lick his feet and pits; a wolf spent a long while on the stage with Hungry just getting the Border Collie to lick the inside of his sheath; a wolverine bit down hard on the head of Hungry's cock, tugging it with his teeth before sucking the whole length into his mouth and slurping on it.

And in between all of those depraved acts and more, plenty of bar patrons simply fucked the Border Collie, grabbing his tail, ankles, and hips for leverage while they railed him. Hungry was constantly howling, groaning, barking, and grunting in animalistic pleasure. There were so many masters to serve and obey, so many cocks to warm and milk--even though this was paradise for a dumb dog like him, his carnal appetite overwhelmingly made him want even more. Pre oozed from his cock when he wasn't being ordered to ejaculate, saliva dripped from his tongue in constant anticipation, and globs of stringy cum drooled from his perpetually open hole when he wasn't being filled. He didn't have any concerns, no other wants or demands on his mind except to serve whoever was ordering him around and let himself devolve further into being nothing more than a sloppy, cum-soaked, piss-drenched, musk-addled toy for everyone in the room to use.

Sometime during the blur of debauchery with too many perverted acts to follow, Kassam chanced a glance down at the counter app he'd been mindlessly tapping when a satisfied patron left the stage after their fun with Hungry: It was 3:12 AM and 296 people had used the new bar dog. The tiger, flushed with success, pumped his fist in the air.

"Fuck yes!" he growled to himself while he watched the next person--a portly hyena--take the stage, and he sent a text message to the meerkat in the audio booth.

Within minutes, and just after the hyena had finished dropping his load down the dog's throat, airhorns blasted over the music playing on the club's speakers, getting everyone's attention again.

"Congratulations, boys, Hightower Bar officially has a new bar dog!" the meerkat called, raising cheers and applause from the crowded club. "We hit our goal, which means we can keep Hungry here all the time! Let's welcome him with an official keg fill!"

A rousing roar filled the bar, and Kassam watched a capybara and a zebra approach the stage. The zebra carried a large pitcher of beer and a funnel with a tube attached to the end in his hands, while the capybara carried another two full pitchers. Together, they mounted the stage to the continued applause of the crowd, with everyone clapping in time with the thumping music.

Hungry rolled on his back when instructed, and the zebra shoved the open end of the thick tube into his loose hole, rubbing the clear plastic against the dog's puffy lips as he worked the tube further into his ass. When it was at an adequate depth, the zebra began pouring the frothy beer into the funnel, where it gurgled down the tube and disappeared into Hungry's guts. The capybara handed the next pitcher of beer to the zebra, who poured it in, and then the third. Hungry's ass thirstily drank every drop that streamed into him--the dog wagged his tail happily, he felt so wonderfully full and lightheaded with all the beer in him.

When the last of the beer disappeared into Hungry's ass without any effort at all, the capybara and zebra dragged the pup to the edge of the stage so his butt hung off of the raised platform. The capybara quickly yanked out the tube of the funnel, and before any beer could come spilling back out, he shoved a thick tap attachment into Hungry's hole, earning a delighted yip from the Border Collie.

"Fresh pup beer on tap, come and get it!" the capybara shouted while the zebra took an empty pint glass from a rabbit, held it under the tap, and released the valve--beer gushed into the glass until the zebra closed the tap again, then handed the rabbit his drink, who guzzled it down without a second thought.

Kassam leaned back in his seat, satisfied with a job well done while he watched the scene unfold in front of him; more patrons were lining up for a glass of beer from Hungry's ass and others were taking to the stage to plunge their cocks into the dog's open and waiting muzzle.

As the tiger relaxed, he remembered part of his first conversation with the Border Collie in the VIP booth. Kassam chuckled to himself and mused softly, "I know you said you would've loved to be a dancer here, but that's just not in the cards for you, puppy." He looked up on the stage, seeing Hungry eagerly accepting the next stiff dick in his mouth while beer was dispensed from his ass, and a couple patrons were taking it in turns to stroke his shaft and smack his balls. "Still, everyone wants a piece of you, and everyone's gonna get a piece before the end of the night...and this is just the first night of many in your new home, bar dog."