Five Stories for Bar Night—Pt. 6
#6 of Five Stories for Bar Night
One of Leon's favorite traditions with his friends is to meet up for bar night. Although tonight will be an experience to remember, as drunken conversation turns to his friends' encounters with his son, and Leon is all ears for what Caleb has been up to.
This is part 6, the fifth mini-story, this one being told by Dylan, and also contains the conclusion. Thanks again for reading this story, I hope you enjoyed!
1 AM on Saturday night (technically Sunday morning) and the crowd at Hightower was practically a sexual riot on the dance floor. Electronic music thumped over the loudspeakers as Dylan pushed through the multiple orgies that were littering the bar's ground floor, his eyes peeled. He licked his lips, appreciating the views of cigar daddies shotgunning smaller subs before stuffing their faces into armpits, twinks riding burly mountains of men, and muscular hunks getting plowed by teams of all shapes and sizes. Dylan himself had just emerged from a pile of otters, rabbits, and alligators making out with each other; he didn't even bother counting how many mouths he'd tasted and tongues he'd suckled, there were too many to keep track. But his erection--standing proudly and stiffly from his exposed groin in his assless and crotchless leather chaps--was demanding something soft, something wet, something...well-used. Hence, his current journey through the pit of depravity, where fingers tugged at his leather vest, tongues danced over his bare toes, and hands grasped at his thick tail, plump balls, and engorged hardon. But Dylan kept looking, scanning for the perfect piece of action to swoop in on.
He didn't have to look long--there, on the far right end of the dance floor, by the raised stage, there was a sling surrounded by a cluster of men. The metal frame was rocking back and forth, and Dylan could only imagine the moans that were rising from the sling's occupant before their voice was drowned out by the music. He grinned at the thought of someone ready and willing to simply accept him, to be used like a fleshlight for him to get off and then go on his way while the next guy took his place; perfect.
The Komodo dragon slunk forward, making his way across the room, stepping around and over the moaning, writhing masses, until he finally arrived at the edge of the cluster; six men were grouped around the sling occupant's head (presumably waiting their turns to use his mouth) while only one--a tall, incredibly muscled tiger--was furiously thrusting into his ass, holding onto the occupant's black-furred legs for support.
"Fuck yeah! Take it! Take it!" the tiger was rumbling and growling harshly as he pumped again and again and again.
"Mmmm! Mmmmm!"
"Oh shit, I think he's gonna pop!" one of the men--a cheetah--called excitedly as he was stroking his own cock.
"Give it to him, Kass, come on!" a hulking bull egged the tiger on.
"Mmmm!"
Dylan couldn't see who was in the sling, but he could tell that they were definitely enjoying themselves, their mouth too preoccupied with a dick to do anything else but groan in pleasure. Figuring he'd wait his turn, the Komodo dragon stepped up behind the tiger...and over the tiger's shoulder, he saw a familiar face.
Caleb was leaning back in the sling, and a rhino held him by the sides of his head as he pumped his cock in and out of the canine's muzzle and throat--Dylan could clearly see the bulge of the rhino's dick bobbing up and down in Caleb's esophagus. Even though the Labrador was gagging and drooling uncontrollably around the cock filling his mouth, he was still greedily gobbling down as much of the rhino's meat as he could get.
"Gonna blow any second--damn, this slut's got a good throat," the rhino announced gruffly.
The tiger grinned toothily as he kept burying his cock between Caleb's cheeks. Dylan glimpsed the three hafada piercings dotting the tiger's large scrotum as his nuts swung back and forth against the sling on every thrust. "Wanna fill him together?"
"Hufff...you read my mind," the rhino replied, keeping his grip on Caleb's head tight.
Dylan watched the rhino and the tiger thoroughly spit roast the young Labrador in the sling. Caleb held onto the leather straps while his feet in the stirrups flexed and he clenched his toes. He swung between the tiger and the rhino, impaling his mouth and throat on one end and impaling his ass on the other. The two of them sped up, faster, faster, squeezing their eyes shut and uncontrollably humping into their orifices before--
"Fuuuck!" the tiger roared, and the rhino bellowed as they both thrust hard into Caleb's mouth and ass. The canine between them convulsed as he swallowed the load that shot down his throat, but there was too much, and a generous glob of white goo splattered from his nose and stuck to his snout, staining his black, cum-soaked fur even more than it already was.
"Fucking...swallow...slut!" the rhino grunted, hilting himself to the base in Caleb's muzzle while he rode through his orgasm.
Meanwhile, the tiger's jizz pumping into his ass overflowed from between his loose lips, and oozed down along the cleft of his rump before it dripped to the already cum-stained floor.
"Fuuuuck...oh damn..." the tiger panted as he recovered. He finally glanced behind him to see Dylan waiting, and he chuckled. "Sorry, bud, didn't realize you were in line for this end." The tiger nonchalantly withdrew from Caleb's thoroughly ruined hole--through the ropey dollops and blobs that spilled out of it, Dylan could see the Labrador's rim was prominently puffy, the result of hours of rough play. And all the cum that filled the open orifice and coated the forming rosebud wasn't so much of a cream pie, but more of a cream explosion; it was as if a donut glazing machine had malfunctioned and injected Caleb's ass with more than he had capacity for. As Caleb squirmed and continued to swallow the rhino's load, the tiger added, "You won't need any lube for this kid--might need a rubber band to keep him tight on you, though, he's pretty loose."
"Thanks," Dylan said as the tiger made room for him to step between Caleb's raised legs.
As the Komodo dragon took aim with his long, thick erection, the Labrador finally surfaced for air, coughing and gagging when the rhino pulled out of his throat and stepped away. Catching his breath, Caleb's gaze wildly cast about until it settled on Dylan, and his eyebrows rose in recognition.
"Dylan?" His voice was thick and hoarse, as if his vocal cords had been coated in motor oil.
"Fancy seeing you here, you little cum dump," the Komodo dragon smirked. He pressed the tip of his cock against the gaping, wrecked sphincter, his glans kissing the loose hole coated in still-warm semen. "Want me to add to the mess?"
Before Caleb could answer, a hand wrapped around his throat and yanked his head backwards--a rabbit had joined the cluster and taken control of Caleb's mouth, immediately stuffing it with his cock. "You gonna get to work or what?" the rabbit asked as he began thrusting carelessly into Caleb's muzzle.
Taking the Labrador's soft grunts as a further sign that Caleb was still enjoying himself, Dylan stepped closer to the canine's backside and pushed his cock past the relaxed, open rim.
"Oh shiiiit," he hissed; his thick, bulging shaft slid easily into the loose cavity, and Dylan shivered as he felt his cock get thoroughly coated in the gooey, messy remnants of what had to be at least 30 other loads gumming up Caleb's insides. He started thrusting in time with the rabbit's humping, gliding smoothly in and out of the loaded hole, holding onto Caleb's legs for better leverage as he worked himself closer and closer in the crowded club...
"Last I saw of Caleb at Hightower, he was up on the main stage, squeezing all of those loads out of his ass into a dog bowl, and then eating it all up," Dylan summarized as he completed his story.
"Yeah, that sounds like Caleb," Leon acknowledged with a satisfied sigh.
"Hey, he learned it from somewhere," Keiji teased.
Leon laughed again. "Not from me! He's usually the one getting me to open up and go wild...now I know what he's been getting up to in his spare time."
"Yeah, your kid's a huge slut," Shane quipped.
"Yeah, and he's my huge slut," Leon said proudly. He picked up his shot glass of tequila--the last full glass on the table--and downed it; it burned in his throat, but he'd had worse. The older Labrador shook his head and replaced the glass on the table as he said, "You all might have your special little things you've done with him, but I've got that boy wrapped around my finger completely."
"Oh really?" Keiji asked sarcastically. "Do you know what he's up to right now?"
"Not exactly," Leon admitted. "But I do know by the time I'm headed home, he's going to be there waiting ass-up for me."