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(Thank you all so much for your support! I hope you continue to enjoy my writing! With that in mind, it's time for another episode of "tales from the dick." Enjoy. Side note: Gnolls are hulking hyena men for those unfamiliar with the species.)

"Ye sure ye want to try this?" Thikkeh leaned over Hugh's back, his massive knotted canine cock grinding against the minotaur's soft donut. Hugh had spent the last week fawning over the gnoll's prodigious shaft and worshipping his spotted balls, and rather than sucking him dry as he usually did, the minotaur worked him up with his tongue and then presented his ass. "I ain't responsible if'n I break ya." Thikkeh gripped the minotaur's hips and positioned his pointed tip against Hugh's clenching entrance, smearing his arousal over its thick rim. His surname 'Slimerod,' was an apt description, and Hugh could feel his ass grow wet with drooling pre.

Hugh was desperate for a stretch, and he'd worked his way through most of the population of Lopestown without much success, so the hyena's arrival was an answer to his silent prayers. His hole clenched at the mere sight of the gnoll's cock, and he'd spent hours preparing his hole with eager fingers while fantasizing about its throb. Itching need grew within his rear as though his innards screamed for the hyena's oversized shaft.

The gnoll's hulking body was another draw for the mute bull, and it felt nice to have someone that could manipulate his bulky body. Just the arms wrapping around his waist while the gnoll's pointed tip aligned itself with his needy donut was enough to send a shiver through the bull's body. Smaller partners were fine, but nothing compared to this.

Pain bloomed in Hugh's rump, but the slick tip of the gnoll's massive dick slid in with agonizing slowness. Far more intense than his past experiences, he was sure he would become addicted to the feeling. He pressed his aching donut back, demanding the entire length, and as he looked down, he saw a bulge appearing in his bovine gut. The sight was unbelievably erotic, and by the time he felt the gnoll's knot butting up against his heaving rump, he could see the man's shaft outlined clearly in his stomach.

"Fuckin' hell, ye took the whole thing." The gnoll gave an experimental thrust that clenched Hugh's hole, sloppy strings of drool dripping from his sharp teeth to Hugh's back. As if Hugh would let any inch of this magnificent dick go to waste. Breeder balls bounced off of Hugh's rump with each thrust, and before long, the hyena was growling and hunching over Hugh to cram himself as far as he could. Hugh wished he could beg for the knot, could say anything to get the rutting male to breed him.

The scent of unwashed hyena called to Hugh, and he disengaged from the rough pounding with a panting, silent groan. Turning over onto his back, lifting his legs, and showing off his pink, gaped hole, he begged for a more personal approach. Lips sought out Thikkeh's, demanding that dripping canine tongue and guiding him once again to penetrate that aching hole. Sloppy as he was, there was less resistance, and the hyena's cock squelched into the start of his knot with a hard push.

"Fuck man, yer greedy." The hyena growled against Hugh's lips, hungry brown eyes staring down at the lewd sight of Hugh's flopping, soft, drooling cock. Shaggy underarm fur glistened with sweat, and as he noticed Hugh's gaze fixated on the musky drip, he grinned. "Go on then, enjoy yer treat. 'Ya kinky slut." Swampy masculine musk drifted from him, and Hugh's heart pounded in his chest, demanding worship of every bit of that glistening fur.

Unwashed hyena met Hugh's tongue, and he felt his ass loosen with each lick over those sweaty pits, his breath coming in huffing pants, pulling in lungs full of delicious stink. Thikkeh smelled like pure masculinity, and Hugh was addicted to his scent. He couldn't wait. He needed to be bred, needed his hole to be broken open on the hyena's bitchbreaker. Each shove against his hole found more give until, with a slurping noise, the massive knot slid home.

"Goddamn greedy bitch." The gnoll's coarse words were still affectionate, and as pulses of his seed filled Hugh's needy ass, he trapped the bull's nose in his pit, grinding away with shallow thrusts. Each pulse swelled the minotaur's stomach, sending a thrill through the submissive bull's soft cock. Finally, proper breeding. All his months of riding smaller cocks seemed wasted, and he doubted he would be able to feel any other male in his wrecked, gaping hole.

Masculine stink drew Hugh to his edge, and his eyes rolled back, his flaccid dick releasing its load to squish between their heaving bodies. He freed himself from the gnoll's pinning bicep, lapping over the gnoll's pudgy pecs with reverence. Breeders deserved worship. If he wanted to keep the gnoll's attention, he knew he had to lavish him with attention, and his tongue roamed to the drooling man's neck, lapping affectionately.

"Fuck, man. Yer the best bitch I've ever had." Groaning at the soft tongue on his neck, Thikkeh tugged at his tied cock, slipping it free with a grunting effort to rest it against Hugh's bulging stomach. "Hows about I claim ye as me cocksleeve?" Rubbing over that big bulge, he leaned in close to softly nip at the minotaur's shoulder. "Seeing as ye seem to be so in love with me cock."

Yes. Hugh wanted to scream his approval. Instead, he nodded emphatically, eyes fixed on that massive member currently grinding on his stomach. Anything he could do for lasting access to the gnoll's manhood would be worth it.

Pain bloomed in Hugh's shoulder, and a soft growl sent chills through him. Thikkeh had bitten him, and when he pulled back, a ring of punctures marked the meat of his shoulder. Hugh shuddered and felt a twitch in his aching, gaped hole. Being Thikkeh's bitch would be a dream come true.

"We thank you for helping us with our king's egg." The wasp man gently stroked the bundle in his arms. The egg had grown, and the vague shape inside wiggled against the warmth of the drone's pecs, wrapped in a soft blanket. The niix placed it in a makeshift bed next to a heating gem. It was sweet how attentive all the drones were toward their growing monarch.

Their devotion reminded Ko of his grandchildren, so far away and safely living their lives alongside their parents. He wondered if he could visit them someday when Russell's plans came to fruition. Regrets were far from his mind, and he knew that his knowledge was doing no end of good here, but he still felt the pang of homesickness from time to time.

"No problem, my boy. It's my job to take care of everyone in Lopestown, and your little one is one of us." Ko smiled, setting aside his tools and busying himself with putting things in their proper place. Bending over to reach a low shelf, he felt a curious hand reach under his chubby butt cheeks and massage his balls. The Niix were ever curious, and he was used to their advances. Gentle hands weighed his balls, and by the time he stood back up, his cock was in its half-hard state, tending his apron. He wasn't as young as he used to be, and growing stiffer than that was nothing but a far-fetched dream.

"We've noticed that your organ isn't eager. Are we not to your satisfaction?" The insectile hunk tilted his head, his soft hands rolling over Ko's half-hard member. "We would like to improve, if so." Such a sweet boy, offering to help.

"No, no. I'm afraid I'm incapable of standing at attention these days. It's not your fault." Pondering the slow stroke of the Niix's hands over his floppy shaft, Ko had an idea. Niix stings caused an erection, didn't they? What if he could utilize it for his benefit? It would be an incredible export for Lopestown if they could help men bypass their erectile failings. "On second thought, there is something you can do for me, my boy. Could you sting my groin?"

The Niix tilted his head, but he turned around, his wickedly sharp sting hovering above Ko's flagging member. As gently as he could, he pressed the needle-like tip to the base of Ko's member, just above his shaft. His hand pressed apologetically to Ko's arm as he noticed the tanuki's wince, and his stinger left Ko's body only seconds after the rush of venom began to infuse his bloodstream. "We are unsure. Have we harmed you?"

A liquid fire spread through Ko's bloodstream, and a soft fog settled over his brain. He was still perfectly aware of his surroundings, but it felt as if he were floating. To his amazement, his cock was growing to its full length, and as he reached out to touch it, it was as hard as a rock, the skin at the tip pulled back to reveal a glistening head. Why hadn't he tried this before?

Mandibles clicked, and the Niix reached out to feel over the massive erection his venom created. "We are impressed. Your organ dwarfs our experience." His thin tongue flicked out, lapping at the pearl of pre at Ko's tip. Tilting his head, he pondered the tanuki's thick, pulsing erection. "May we partake?" His meaning was unambiguous. Fingers were already stuffed into the insect's rear, preparing himself with his sugary fluids.

Ko couldn't deny that he would love to feel the joy of sex with a revitalized member. He nodded as the wasp guided his pulsing cock into slippery, sweet glory. Gods, had sex always felt this good? He could feel every pulsing bit of the wasp man's innards, and every pound of his heartbeat through his cock screamed through his brain like a raging storm.

It was impossible to resist the feelings blasting through the tanuki's body. Ko gripped the Niix's hips with uncharacteristic forwardness, slapping his balls against that insectile rear with each pounding thrust. There was no slow build, no gentle pleasure, only the roar of a constant orgasm ripping through him, demanding he breed the tight hole around him. Slamming the Niix up against the wall, he smeared the insect's sugary pre against the wood with every aggressive thrust, losing himself to the pleasure raging inside him. The world faded to black.

When Ko regained consciousness, he had the Niix pinned to the floor under his belly. Around him, he could see smears of golden cum dotting every surface, and all the furniture, save that containing the Niix's egg, was strewn across the floor. His cock throbbed painfully, and when he removed it from the Niix's yielding hole, a flood of seed followed his member, staining the floor below with gooey excess. His pink cockhead was a bruised purple, and his massive balls were nearly half of their usual size. Just how many times had he finished inside the poor boy?

A weak voice left the Nix's drooling mandibles. "We- We will have to..." He fell to the floor in Ko's puddle. "We will have to do this again." He finished, and Ko could see his wide-open hole clench with desire, tanuki seed rolling down his ebony balls in thick rivers. Oh, dear. Maybe he could reduce the dosage?

Smoke billowed from Treant's mouth, enshrouding his face, and he giggled softly. "So wait, you mean you've never had your dick sucked?" He passed his homemade cigarette to the chubby manticore next to him. "That's sad, dude. A dry dick's no laughing matter."

Boulder shifted uncomfortably, taking a long drag of the herbal drug and coughing softly. He wished he could take the smooth smokey breaths his satyr friend did. Treant made smoking look sexy. "No. We weren't allowed to be alone with any woman that wasn't related to us. The Pride's leader was too jealous."

"So? Why didn't you get a bro to suck your dick?" The satyr bobbed his head on an invisible manhood with exaggerated gagging sounds. Boulder felt a surge in his stomach with just that gesture. "Or were they all prude dudes?"

Boulder had seen more than his fair share of men pairing off in the Bachelor camp, though he was too shy to join them. He looked down at his jiggling belly with a regretful gaze, his hands taking hold of his love handles. Maybe he could have attracted a mate if he hadn't sought solace in food. Nobody would want a chubby guy like him.

A soft rustle broke Boulder's self-pitying funk. Treant had slipped down to his knees, and his smirking face pressed against Boulder's belly, rolling his tongue along the crease of the manticore's navel and dipping inside. "Let's fix that, then. I'd be honored to be the first to suck your cock, dude." That soft mouth slid further down Boulder's stomach, and he felt his cock beginning to awaken when its slippery warmth dipped lower, twirling around the rim of his sheath.

Was this happening? While this wasn't how Boulder imagined he would lose his virginity, he couldn't deny the insistent tongue on his sheath felt great. When Treant's talented appendage slid past his sheath's entrance to roll over the underside of his cock, Boulder fell back on his ass, his legs shaking with the feelings radiating from his groin. Dammit, of course, he found a way to be awkward.

The satyr giggled at the chubby manticore's antics, his talented mouth following him to the ground and nursing softly at the growing feline member slipping from that leathery sheath. When Boulder's manhood reached its full size, the satyr's mouth slurped off of it, and he panted against its length. "Holy shit. You didn't tell me you were packing a fuckin' sausage. You've been holding out on me, bro."

Boulder had never actually thought about his size. Was he that large? He felt a surge of confidence watching the satyr play with his dick, and he mused that his shaft was pretty huge compared to the tongue lapping at it. Was he secretly a stud? The mewl he let out when the satyr dove back down his shaft dispelled any growing delusions of extreme masculinity. Maybe he would settle for just being well endowed.

Treant was a cocksmith. Boulder marveled at his prowess with each slurping bob over his pulsing shaft. Sloppy drools of saliva rolled down over Boulder's aching nuts, and the satyr's tongue felt like a small slice of heaven, massaging every inch of the feline shaft. "Is this how it always feels?" He panted, unable to look away from the slurping mouth working intently past his jiggling belly. He'd been missing out all these years. Was sex even better than this? Thoughts of the satyr's furry rump danced through Boulder's head.

Busy lips didn't answer, but a hint of a smile crooked around Boulder's shaft, and he slid to the base, introducing the virgin manticore's manhood to tight, clutching confines. Throat muscles clamped, and he held himself in place until Boulder's legs shook with overstimulation. Fuck, how did he do that? It was like a fist clenched around the first few inches of his cock.

Boulder could feel his orgasm rising, and he mewled, biting his lower lip and thrashing beneath the satyr's assault. Just as he could feel his end about to come, he felt a hand clamp around his base, and the satyr pulled off, nuzzling against leathery feline balls. "Uh-Uh, bro. No tapping out early for you. Gotta make this memorable." His tone made Boulder gulp. Just how far would Treant take him before he was allowed to finish?

The teasing continued, with each plateau making Boulder more desperate, until high pitched, begging noises issued from his mouth with each wet stroke of the satyr's sucking mouth. It wasn't until the satyr's tongue could bring him to the edge with a single lick that the satyr relented, bobbing his head intently. Sweet release swept over the manticore, and his scorpion tail thrashed behind him, his belly heaving and his hips thrusting up desperately while liquid satisfaction spurted down Treant's throat.

Rhythmic gulps took every drop of Boulder's seed, and gentle hands massaged his barbed shaft. As his orgasm faded, Treant's mouth left his half-hard member, and a soft furred rump straddled him. "Damn, dude. You were pent up. I must've just drank a full meal." A satisfied burp shook through the satyr, and he lazily ground his unsatisfied cock between Boulder's squishy pecs. "Mind if I take care of myself?" He asked as his fingers gently rolled the lion's nipples, pushing those soft pecs together to embrace his cock.

Boulder could only nod, far too out of breath to answer. Slick squishy rolls pressed the satyr's slippery cockhead against his chin, and a squirt of slimy need reached his open mouth. Grassy and herbal, the satyr's cockslime had a pleasant flavor, and Boulder rolled out his tongue to welcome it. Maybe being chubby wasn't so bad if others could enjoy his body like this. A skinny guy certainly couldn't make someone cum with their pecs.

Treant didn't last long between Boulder's pecs. With a soft cry of "Fuck yeah, dude," he squirted, painting Boulder's face in a creamy layer of cum. The sensation was intensely erotic, and Boulder felt his manhood twitch in sympathy while he licked the luxurious cream from his lips. Idly, he wondered if Treant would teach him how to suck cock so he could taste it directly from its source.