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While it might have been the neon green mohawk that caught the red panda's eye, it was the electric yellow handkerchief tightly wrapped around the bull's bicep that had his attention.

Even amidst a mingling crowd of scantily clad men decorated in just as colorful garb, there was just something about the goliath Holstein that made him stand out. Just as half-dressed as the other event patrons, the bull sported a harness that strained to fit his muscular frame. His harness, however, was more elaborate than most others commonly seen, as not only did its straps attempt to ensnare his chest and shoulders, but they descended further down as they joined together like the points of a triangle. Only that point was leading to a cock ring, one that was snugly nestled around the bull's already exposed genitals that once more set him apart from the men around him. While public nudity was allowed, it was traditionally expected that attendees wore something, even if that only meant donning a jockstrap. To brazenly go without in little more than a harness spoke to the man's confidence, even if it might have seemed arrogantly misplaced.

But to the red panda, the confidence was entirely deserved, as thanks to the bull's stark nudity and apparent streak of exhibitionism he had a full view of the man's endowment. Though he already had every box ticked on the scale of conventional attractiveness, from his pronounced muscles to his staggering height, it was the bull's sheath sagging down under its own weight and low-hanging balls that it seemed the male wanted to most show off for onlookers.

Onlookers like the red panda, as it happened. So while he might have been content to ogle from afar, safe in the company of the pups and handlers around him, things took a turn when the bull's gaze happened to scan across the room until it somehow found his own.

No sooner had their eyes met did the energy in the air change, just as the bull shifted imperceptibly before taking his first steps towards the red panda.

Apprehension was already prickling in the male's gut as the bull started to stride with unmistakable purpose. Deep down, the red panda knew what was about to happen, and though there was fear in the uncertainty, there was also some instinctive excitement. For anyone looking at him, the red panda was not quite as conspicuous as the bull, though his choice in vibrant purple for his pup hood and matching gear was enough to get him noticed. The added size of his hood, harness, gloves, and guards did their best to give him a stronger silhouette, but his lithe stature was dwarfed compared to someone like the bull making his approach. In fact, if the man so desired, there would be nothing the red panda could do if he were to be overpowered by the bull's undeniable size...

It was enough to make the male's would-be erection strain within his equally exposed caged crotch.

When he drew close he left very little distance between them, forcing the red panda to crane his neck if he wanted to be face-to-face with the giant who now imposed on his world. It was either meeting his gaze or instead staring straight ahead, albeit that was directly towards the bull's waist and only slightly above his sizeable crotch.

The Holstein, thankfully, spoke first.

"You're Delete." Between how abrupt the bull was and how matter-of-factly he said it, the red panda was for a moment dumbstruck. "The pup? I've seen your socials. It is you, right?"

"I... Yeah, I'm he? I mean, that's me, yes." After a second's pause, Delete refocused, "Sorry, I guess I didn't really expect to have a reputation online. And you are?"

"I've no idea if you do, to be honest," the bull snorted, the sound accompanied by the slightest sense that he was leaning over the smaller male before him by just a fraction more. His eyes fixed on Delete's, a sly grin flashing across his muzzle, "I'm Vincentus, but you'll be calling me sir, 'cause I only follow your social stuff because I like good little boys with big dirty secrets."

Yet again, the red panda was disarmed by the bull's casual, even borderline indifferent tone. Were it not for the very obvious expression of wanton lust on the male's face, Delete would never have known if this counted as flirting or if he was being confronted. Unable to help himself, either through his subconscious need to relent to the bull's will or just to reconfirm his own suspicions about where things were going, the red panda's gaze flitted for just a moment to that yellow handkerchief. The bull, naturally, did not miss a beat as Delete gave the game away

They both knew what his dirty secret was.

"That's right, puppy. I've seen how much you like having alpha males mark you like the bitch you are." Vincentus leaned down, close enough so that his breath was hot and thick on the red panda's face even through the hood, "And wouldn't you know it, I need to take one hell of a wicked piss."

If his memory served, Delete was generally familiar with the would-be hanky code. Though it had more than otherwise died out from a lack of necessity, he half knew that some men still liked to keep up the tradition. Regardless of what Vincentus' motives were for doing so, Delete was much more aware of what the color yellow signified for the code: watersports. Urophilia. Piss play.

Whatever label it had, all Delete could think about was how large the bull's bladder was given how gargantuan the rest of him was...

The bull's paw shifted down, cupping his heavy-set sheath to massage the soft, warm flesh, "All I need is a good boy to help me out." His other paw sunk to the red panda's shoulder, the sheer size of it practically engulfing his collarbone. The weight behind that paw was already starting to push Delete down, his body already surrendering as he slowly descended to his knees, "Now you're gonna be a good boy, aren't you?"

"Yes sir."

"Good puppy."

The fact that they were still very much in full view of everyone else mingling around them might have ordinarily given Delete a moment's pause even if they would have been appreciative onlookers. But as he settled down on his knees and gazed up at the bull stepping up over him with his cock already dropping free from its sheath, all that seemed to just melt away. Ironically, his throat felt dry and the dulled yet frenetic anticipation thrummed at his chest and throbbed in his cage. Vincentus' cock, perched just halfway to being fully hard, was like him giant already, and its tip was angled down to Delete's waiting mouth.

"Now drink my piss, pup."

There was a second where nothing happened. Only one second that felt like it drew out for an eternity. But just as it hung in the air for what felt like far too long, it just as suddenly passed when the bull's stream unassumingly started to pour.

Though his muzzle was open, the first errant splashes of piss naturally were just off the mark as it caught Delete on the chin. But between Vincentus and his own self-correction, he offered a better angle for the bull to aim with better precision, and soon the red panda felt the hot flow of mild acrid urine wash over his tongue.

The color of it was pallid gold, almost akin to a weak ale, though it tasted of nothing of the sort. Instead, it was faintly sweet, an all too brief flavor that was promptly followed and eroded by a tart, overwhelming bitterness of something stale. It pooled in Delete's open maw and rose to fill what available space there was, all while the bull's piss showed no signs of slowing down. But the look on Vincentus' face conveyed that he intended to do nothing of the sort. He was going to piss until he felt he was done, regardless of what the red panda did. Yet as Delete felt the first escaping drops of piss leak at the edges of his lips, the bull made clear what he was expected to do,

"Swallow, boy."

Knowing what he was being told to do and hearing it said aloud were two very different things, but Vincentus' dark, direct tone was all the red panda needed to do as he was told.

So he swallowed.

With a grimacing, sickly gulp, he closed his mouth and fought against any instinct to gag or retch as that swill of piss slid down his throat and into his stomach. All while the bull's stream didn't abate, casting whatever Delete didn't catch in his mouth after dutifully swallowing across his face, down his nape, and over his torso. But he was eagerly opening up once again, hungrily seeking out the bull's torrent of wasted fluids as if it was his first drink in a lifetime.

"Good puppy, you were born for this, ain't ya?"

Almost suckling at the bull's tip, Delete didn't care how humiliating or desperate he looked, as his brain became consumed with the sole duty and pleasure of gulping down the male's piss. It felt warm and comforting as his mind fought over the taste, looking up with well-practiced puppy-dog eyes at his generous bull who was so kind as to feed him straight from his bladder. But while the red panda could have nursed on Vincentus' urine for an age or more, the bull broke him from his reverie as he pulled back.

Angling his cock in one paw, the bull continued to piss freely, but now the flow coursed over Delete without regard for where the stream actually landed. It washed over the red panda in a shower, dousing his head and torso in a torrent of lukewarm piss. Yet Vincentus still wasn't done, as he ventured further down, taking particular care to drench the male's chastity cage as much as the rest of his body. Delete felt the heat and slick, musty moisture seep into the confines of the cage and soak against his own cock, realizing from the bull's lurid grin just how utterly marked he now was in another man's piss.

A real man's piss...

"Now that was what I call a good boy," Vincentus said, his voice low yet prideful. His piss came to a stop, much to Delete's surprised disappointment, as it had almost seemed to be over all too soon. But as he looked up at the bull, the male reaching with a paw to caress his urine-soaked cheek, his dismay was quickly cast aside, "But I've still got to piss, and you've got another hole for me to piss into."

Fresh anticipation welled up inside Delete, though that may as well have been the bellyful of warm piss now stewing inside of him. Despite the persisting taste of the bull's bladder emanating through his entire maw, his mouth suddenly felt dry again.

But he was a good boy.

"Get up puppy, turn around, and put your paws on the wall."

Delete needed no further direction as he hastily pulled himself to his footpaws. He turned to face the wall, braced against the bare brickwork as he had been told, and intuitively he leaned down with his waist outstretched to meet the bull. Though his tail was already lifted aside to expose the soft, supple curves of his buttocks, a paw roughly grabbed at its base in a performative show of dominance and control. The other paw, Delete assumed, would be guiding that huge cock to its intended target...

First, he felt Vincentus step up behind him, the heavy falls of his hooves reverberating through the red panda's legs just as his physical presence enshrouded him. Then there was the pressing of the bull's cock, already feeling far too large as it demanded entry into the male's ass. Delete gritted his teeth and breathed slowly but surely, allowing himself to be eased back by the bull's grasp on his hips as his flesh pierced into him. Slick, leftover piss acted as best it could for lube, though it did little to distract from the mass of flesh sliding its way into the red panda. He could feel its length and girth driving through him like a stake, uncaring for the path it bore along the way as Vincentus worked himself deeper.

Eventually, however, though the ordeal left him struggling for breath and writhing from the discomforting invasion, Delete felt those fat, bloated balls of the bull rest against his thighs. With his crotch now flush with the red panda's rump, the true scale of the difference between them was far too enormous to disguise, and though Delete dared not look to see for himself, he could feel just how large and impossible the bull was inside him.

"Good boy," Vincentus cooed as his body stooped over the red panda's, his paws clutching him tight to him as he seemed to bury his cock just an inch or so deeper, "Here it comes..."

Feverishly, Delete held his breath as the bull seemed to shake from the sheer willpower it took to let go once more. But as soon as he felt the first jets of something wet, hot, and powerful shoot deep into his guts, the red panda realized that Vincentus was only holding back and not forcing himself. If drinking the man's piss had been difficult, taking his bladder directly into his guts was somehow worse as Delete soon found a deep, uncomfortable warmth and fullness that radiated through his swelling abdomen. Yet Vincentus didn't stop as he pumped his urine relentlessly into the male's stomach, pressing himself into the red panda with a smug satisfied sigh of relief as he let it all go. Trapped between the bull and the brick wall, Delete could do nothing but weakly struggle against Vincentus while being gorged on his hot flood of piss.

With nowhere to go, Delete realized the ocean of urine was working its way even deeper beyond the bull's cock, draining through his colon like a tidal wave. He felt his body crawl from the alien sensation of it all, knowing that his body was becoming utterly consumed by the man's stale, spent urine until either he was fit to burst himself or it found its way back through his stomach from the other direction... Even as he felt just a faint leak of piss seep around the bull's cock escaping from his rim, Delete shuddered from raw, aberrant arousal as his submission broke to new lows.

Yet even then, it seemed there was room to fall further still, as amongst the toiling throes of his body overfilling with piss he felt movement. Vincentus had started to thrust himself against the red panda, gently at first, but as his bladder drained empty and his interests switched to relieving another need he began to build up speed. From every shove that Delete took from that cock driving into his ass, it felt as though his belly sloshed and rolled from the sheer volume of the bull's piss inside of him.

But that did little to dissuade the bull himself, as Vincentus continued to rut against the red panda with a snarl to his throat and drool dripping over the pinned male. Gone was the calculated charisma and intellect that Vincentus had so far shown, replaced now only by his determination to breed the red panda who had offered himself up all too easily to him. The best, it seemed, was for the man to grunt half-construed praise at Delete's obedience and surrender, even if all the red panda could do was endure the onslaught of the bull's cock slamming inside of him.

Through the uncoordinated motion and Delete's now-stretched hole, there was little he could do to hold the tide back as urine escaped with each thrust. It splattered and squelched in an indignant chorus under the heady moans the red panda gave and the responding growls from Vincentus overhead. But with the sound of piss pouring from him, the taste of it still in his mouth, and even the stench of it dripping from his fur, Delete felt overwhelmed as every single part of his being was tainted and marked by the bull. With Vincentus shoving hard and deep into his still full guts and grinding against his prostate Delete gave a strangled wail as he felt himself orgasm. His cage strained and pulsed with cum that could only leak through the cutout slits, and while it was a far cry from a decent climax, it somehow felt heavenly even if it had been spurred by a gallon and more of bull piss.

It didn't take long for Vincentus to shortly follow, bellowing so loud that the red panda's ears rang and the wall shook under his paws. He whimpered hard as the bull slammed himself as deep as he could, practically crushing Delete to the wall, all before his load shot into his guts. Amidst a slurry of piss, it was difficult for him to isolate the particular sensation of the bull's seed filling him, but he certainly felt every throb and jut of his cock as he dumped his balls alongside his bladder's load.

With a snort of satisfaction, Vincentus cleared his throat and pulled himself off the red panda, steadying the man's hips against his crotch.

"Fucking hell," he said bluntly, panting hard and sucking in breaths between the words, "I fucking needed that. Good boy. A very good boy."

Delete mustered his best of a pleased bark, though he too was weak to form the sound, but the "wag" of his tail was enough to demonstrate his euphoria.

"But now for my favorite part..."

Unceremoniously and without warning, Vincentus abruptly pulled his cock free from the red panda's rear. Delete barely had a chance to brace against the assault to his body's senses as it was wracked with the sudden exit. Only then did he realize what Vincentus meant, however, as with a vacuum in his guts from the missing mass of bull flesh and his hole left agape did the inevitable happen. Unable to stop the bursting of the dam, the red panda howled softly from the feeling of an ungodly waterfall of piss and cum poured from his ass with nothing to hold it back. His knees trembled weakly, and he felt himself covered in a sheen of cold sweat and urine, all as hot piss and cum streamed down his legs and onto the floor in an oozing, repugnant puddle with Delete at its center.

"Now that's a very good boy indeed."

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