A Curious Form of Hospitality
The air of mystery deepened as the fox pulled a pair of blindfolds from his pocket. James shot a trepidatious look at his beloved feline; already mired in double talk about the night's plans, part of him just wanted to drop the whole thing. Of course, Nathan simply looked too eager and that excitement had penetrated the other part of the shepherd's mind.
He had been raving about it for the better part of a week and now that they were on their way it was going to be difficult to deter him. And so James' own curiosity won out, not that it was likely to fail, and he took the green strip of velvet. He tied it securely around his face and smiled as he felt Nathan grasp his paw, they were together and Nathan had yet to have a surprise that didn't shine so they climbed into the car and waited patiently.
Luckily, Simon made things easy-going, chatting idly with Nathan about this or that thing they'd done over their last month of friendship. They'd met in a class not long ago and the fox always had something new to show off. James listened quietly, as he often did, and relaxed to the sound of his boyfriend's banter. He'd met the fox himself a couple times and had grown to like him well, too. So, as the road turned and wheeled through town, he found the anxiousness slipping away, trusting the pair and simply looking forward to his surprise.
At last, the car rolled to a stop and, with Simon's guidance, the couple filed into a cool foyer, walking across the plush carpet with strong paws tugging at their elbows. The space was intimate without being claustrophobic but suddenly masculine scents tinted the air. Clean and yet there was something musky about them regardless as the cool air filled with body heat around them. Bodies surrounded them, much too close to be mere passersby and far too many to be a security detail of any kind, but when Nathan opened his mouth, the fox's lilting voice cut him short.
"Now don't worry, you two," he explained gently as a big paw stroked up the dog's hip. "These guys are just gonna help us out right quick before we go the rest of the way inside. Just relax and let them take care of you."
It was better said than done as each of them found paws of various sizes fondling their bodies, less than lurid but still stroking and touching far too closely to simply relax. James shivered as a pair of smaller fingers tugged at his tie, rubbing his neck back and forth just so as the cloth came loose. Smooth fur bristled against his chin, making his tail wag despite himself but failing to deflect from a much bigger hand rubbing his leg. It stroked up and scantly missed his crotch giving the canine that phantom tickle in his balls until strong, purposeful fingers undid his belt buckle.
He turned his head to Nathan's panting, only able to listen to him as the little cat had his own set of attending paws roam over him. Fingers wriggled easily under his polo, creeping up his belly and peeling the soft cloth away while two more pairs of hands tugged at shoelaces and tongues. Claws scrapped across both bodies as heavy, furry warmth surrounded them, weight pressing on every side as more hands and paws than strictly necessary to strip down two furs explored at their leisure.
The shepherd whined softly as a fingertip caressed his soft sole sending another shiver to the tip of his ears. The smell of male grew, as both felt blood rush to their nethers. The special perfume of arousal sifted through the little foyer and more than just their own. James was starting to understand why his boyfriend had been so eager. The cool air washed over his chest as shirt buttons came loose, his fuzz peppered torso freed for more fingers to stroke his frame.
Finally they reached the dog's most private spot, holding onto his growing boxer bulge while his slacks slumped to the floor. They had gotten to lurid with that grasp but really the palm just cupped him, holding his maleness in place. He couldn't help but savour the feeling of heat cupping his balls, the pressure gently bending his erection upward. No stroking, no squeezing, just a soft grip heightening that naked feeling of nothing but his inadequate underwear protecting him from the little swarm of hands.
Fingers pressed into his paunch, almost adoringly holding his body, honouring his plump shape as others did the same to Nathan's sleek figure. The air was thankfully warm, making it easy for the couple to be stripped of their underwear too. James could feel fingers stoking the tip of his cock, teasing him gently and coaxing a bead of precum to the tip. He shivered gently, his tail wagging excitedly against some fellow's belly, kept just out of the range of the rest of his body.
But one by one, the hands drifted away, leaving him just short of disappointed, his sexual appetite whet for more. Simon's paw touched his elbow again, guiding the pair further into Nathan's surprise. The air grew heavier as they passed another door, thick with that masculine scent which has surrounded them before. However it was stronger, it was the smell of crotch this time, not just maleness. James' nose sniffed reflexively and he could hear Nathan do the same, air churning with the musk of far too many to pick out any one in particular.
The dog whined under his breath, his pre dripping over his balls as he breathed in that smell. It was growing stronger too. He could tell that seeing him and his lover lead in, naked and hard, was only fueling the lust in the room. With a quick lick of his lips, James imagined the sight, a few horny men surrounding them, fondling their own erections and leering greedily at them. He could see in his mind's eye a couple of them itching to come close and take advantage.
But before he could urge his visions further a strong grip pushed him down toward the floor. With little choice, the shepherd knelt on the plush floor, glancing blindly down at the cushioned carpet supporting his knees. Voices murmured in hushed tones, just a muted rustle of approval coming from around the room. One of the smells became very powerful drifting around his head as a strong footfall padded around the kneeling canine.
Equine for sure. He was just sure of it. In fact it seemed exceedingly familiar as the smell came right to the end of his snout. James had smelled it on campus. He'd smelled it often really. Not this strong and not nearly this carnal but he knew the man this smell belonged to. His ears perked sharply as he saw the officer in his head. He was one of the campus cops, a stallion in his mid thirties by all guesses. He could see that tall body clearly, dressed up in his uniform and giving him a knowing wink.
"Gentlemen," he began suddenly, pulling the dog into his crotch, flooding his senses with the smell of horse balls and the soft texture of his naked flesh. "We are here to welcome two more into our happy little brotherhood. These two have come to be initiated to our order. You all know why we come together: to give each other a place where we can be together and celebrate our carnal sides. We come to enjoy ourselves and each other in fraternity without everyone looking down their noses. And what kind of hosts would we be if we didn't share that with anyone looking to share in that. So these two -- sweethearts as well as our new brothers -- need us to show them the ropes."
Heat and musk sunk deep into James' face, making him quiver as the horse ground subtly into him, rolling his heavy, almost oversized nuts over his muzzle then back down then against his whiskers on either side. His shaft reached most of the way across his face, throbbing softly into him, smearing precum all over him as an example of just what ropes he'd be shown.
"And you two," the horse continued, "we've done what we can but you need to do your part. We've gathered everyone in the lodge, and we got ready for you, jerking each other and teasing ourselves until we were ready to blow. In fact, some of us are still working it. But you've got to finish it. We're going to bathe you in our fraternal love and when all of us are finished you'll be one of us. So be good to us and we'll be good to you."
There was no question about it. James was ready for this. The heavy meat shifted away from his face only to push down on the bridge of his snout and push the blindfold out of the way. His view was dominated by naked flesh, the cop; Officer Banks was his name James' realized, and his sweet Nathan standing side by side, cocks throbbing and precum dripping down their lengths, giving a soft sheen in the dull light. He glanced around the room and gasped. It was the dozen he'd imagined gathered around, it was a real crowd. Easily fifty men, all hard and most of them overeager to welcome them into the club.
The crowd shifted forward around the trio waiting for the ritual to start. The horse lifted his hand and silenced the lodge, the hushed whispers and the lustful moans paused and Nathan was guided by the shoulders between his lover and their new leader. The cat panted excitedly, his shaft, so big looking on his slight frame, drooling sloppily into James' lap. The canine looked up to his boyfriend and smiled from cheek to cheek, kneeling patiently while waiting patiently despite the powerful urge to thank him with all the enthusiasm built up in him.
The officer spoke one more time, grinding his hips against Nathan's back, smearing precum and heat across it as he did to James' face. "As always, lovers go first," a strong hand wrapped around and grasped the base of the cat's shaft, jerking it in quick, shallow strokes that make his precum whip about wildly. "Cover him and we'll cover you."
Nathan moaned readily at the attention, thrusting into the firm grip and launching his drops of precum all over the dogs face, mixing it with the thick coat of horse musk. The smells combined quickly, the scents of male dominating any other possible fragrance as the crowd pressed in a little closer, watching enthusiastically for their green light.
All too readily, James dived forward, suckling at his sweetheart's head, drinking up the salty-sweet pre and lapping at the familiar, meaty flavour of his skin. He bobbed quickly, clumsily bumping his nose into the cop's fingers over and over as they worked together to bring him as close to the edge as they could. The men surrounding them were a dull din of encouraging cheers, wet slaps of hands against crotches and the muted squish of precum being waxed across turgid shafts.
He might have looked around if he weren't so busy loving his perverse man, greedily working his flesh to unleash his "fraternity". The canine slurped loudly, enough to be heard at least to the nearest club members at least, as his tongue whirled around his lover's head, dredging up every drop of precum he could while everyone watched.
Shorter males who hadn't filtered to the front, pushed up on the shoulders of the taller to see it, not a single one less than excited to watch them work the feline into a lather. They whooped and cheered, chanting dirty encouragements, even a few wet claps joined the chorus. Over it all though was Nathan's moaning. He grasped at James' ears, holding onto them just to keep him upright as his tail lashed between Banks' legs. His balls quivered intensely, drawing up to his body in eager anticipation.
One last shuddering moan fell from Nathan's mouth before his cock sprayed its first rope across the dog's tongue. The hot cream slid heavily across the tender muscle and filled James' head with its strong, manly taste. Both pulled back, just enough to let the next stream across his face, landing in his hair and over his narrowly shut eye. The room exploded with cheers and applause for their sloppy display as bodies finally crushed in around them. Cocks rubbed against their sides and James' face, smearing his still flaring orgasm into his fur in their zeal to join the mess.
Nathan grunted as he was forced down to his knees, a bit spent but still ready for the army of cocks surrounding them. He grasped his dog around the thick waist and pressed their lips together, cum swapping between their mouths to a handful of cat calls and precious 'Awws' before horse cock forced its way between them. James recognized the smell of it immediately and giggled as the cop took full advantage of his position to get his own attended next.
Before he could even gesture to get started, he saw Nathan cupping the dramatically sized head of that proud meat, waxing it with precum while his other paw tickled his balls skillfully to a pleased nicker from their owner. The canine joined in quickly, lifting his paw to stroke the length that wasn't humping the side of his face filling his head with the powerful musk of needy male. He licked his lips reflexively, the cocktail of pre and the palpable fog of lust tickled his tongue and he couldn't help but wonder what the older equine tasted like. Still he looked across the well endowed shaft and blushed to see Nathan staring with a mixture of love and lurid innuendo sparking in his gaze. He fought back the urge and worked his fingers faster, to match the twisting grip at the dick's swollen head. Precum literally fired off the tip into eager feline fingers, splattering in messy flares between them as more cocks tried to muscle their way into the melee of lust but the pair was focused, working the little monster dutifully.
A neigh burst through the cacophony of voices as the arcs of pre became sheets of jizz; fresh horse batter spraying their faces in back lash before he reared back, freeing himself from their grip and washing the couple down in his thick cream. It smacked into them hard, favouring Nathan at first but quickly laying ropes in chaotic patterns over both of them. Cum drooled off Nathan's nose and oozed into James' ears but they gladly let it go where it pleased. The cat opened his mouth despite the hushed voice in his mind telling him to resist and let it cover his tongue, the surprisingly sweet flavour filling it easily.
Another set of cocks took the horse's place, A very feral looking canine and, by the smell, a pair of much more humanoid ferrets, using the cum for lube to grind into them. One humped the back of James' head, holding his ears around it to add to the feeling while the canine pulled their face's around his cock, humping the folds made by their lips, letting the last grind into Nathan's cheek. It was quickly turning into a mad house; thrusts going every which way and James struggling harder and harder to keep his baser instincts in check.
He couldn't even open his eyes for hear that the cloying juices might find a way into his eyes but he could feel his lover's tongue glancing against his face. He knew the cat was slurping at their next 'brother' and it only spurred his lust further. He tried with every last ounce of restraint to stay composed but when that tapered flesh very accidentally shoved its way into his mouth, punching a bulge into his cheek before pulling out to reset again, he lost the battle. His tongue darted out to the cum-flavoured skin writhing against his lover's in tandem. The knotted tool jumped at the extra sensation and its body called out a glowing compliment for their teamwork.
Their heads jostled around from the other humping shafts but they managed to keep their tongue lashes centered on the canine until with a curse laden howl he reached his climax. Rather than pulling back and taking aim, he just cocked his rod upward and let the stream squirt down on the pair, squeezing his knot with each blast to let it rain longer and harder on their faces. The thinner, sharper taste filled their mouths, bubbles blowing and popping around their nostrils from the film leaking over their faces but neither stopped licking.
James' tail tucked itself between his legs and yet wagged furiously, a curious behaviour to be sure but a perfect sign of his joy mixed with his weakening shame. The cat on the other hand had already found his groove, grasping a shaft in each paw and jerking them clumsily while he drank up the scents and flavours of cum raining down on him. The ferrets doubled their efforts as dog cum washed their dicks in extra heat oiling them up for more until one then the other unleashed their own loads. They laughed gleefully as their streams crossed, landing on the head opposite the one they were thrusting and grinding against, crashing into each other in mid-air, mixing sloppily with the loads already oozing over the initiates.
Hands pulled James into the same pose as his boyfriend, shoving a prick in each hand and thrust fast for their turns. He shook his head, sending a sprinkle of spunk all around him and freeing his eyes enough to look at the white painted face of his sweet cat. He looked so happy as a heavy set pachyderm released a drooling orgasm on his chest, heavy drops barely escaping the tip of his cock before falling down the relatively clean fur below his shoulders. The canine whined and lurched forward, leaving his arms back to keep stroking and fondling, to lick up the salty milk. He lapped slowly, ears pinned back as someone caught his little gamble and announced just how much he was enjoying himself.
There was no denying it. This was the most fun he'd had in a long time. He could feel someone cumming on his back as he leaned in and one cock being replaced with another without losing a beat. He was hot and gradually growing tired but he wanted, maybe even needed to finish this challenge. Nathan kissed him again, tongue writhing between the mixed flavours of semen, gulps drawing it away on either side only to be replaced by another load. Male essence flowed constantly before long, every one that ends giving way for another to begin.
Neither one of them bothered to count as some of the younger males came back for seconds and some of the more experienced members knew how to drag out their orgasm for full minutes. Protein pudding oozed over every part of their body, James' butt crack feeling sticky and warm with another fresh nut landing on him and Nathan's cock caked in spooge while shot after shot rained down on them. Another cock shoved into their kiss, joining it rather than breaking it this time, and quivered in mix of fluids and tongues. This one didn't take long before he was launching his thick ropes into their mouths, jets of it making a new sloppy white bloom before he quickly finished.
But when he pulled away, sated and caught in the constant crossfire of jism, the pair collapsed with loud splat, James landing on top and finally breaking the kiss to look at their predicament. They had been showered in spunk, every part of their bodies layered in cream, but just as thoroughly had they been covered, the floor had been too. The club's wild, haphazard volleys made a thin puddle of jizz on the floor and now the two were pressed against each other, still caught in the rain of man milk and writhing in a pond of fresh spunk.
Nathan took advantage first, grinding their painted shafts together firm and pulled his dog into another deep, sloppy kiss. The crowd cheered them on as James turned them over, getting his share of the sticky goo while the bukkake turned into a game of aim, gleeful bets of who could shoot in their mouths while their bodies tipped and wriggled in pleasure. No one made any closer than their muzzles but that wasn't the point. It was becoming a game to everyone, he writhing lovers included. The ice was broken and they were just as welcome as anyone standing around them.
Finally the wrestling couple turned James onto his back and Nathan sat up slowly, cum dangling between their bellies in a sloppy web. They glanced deep into each other's eyes, the peculiar glint in the feline telling his lover all he needed to know, and Nathan lifted his hips over the canine's shaft. His cum-slicked cheeks welcomed the firm meat readily and the dick spit coating it was more than enough to lube them up for a wet easy ride. He shivered deeply, rocking back and forth to open himself up a little more, his tight hole gripping the dog's rod like a glove despite the hot spoo gliding between them. But once he was ready he ramped up his pace quickly. He lifted his hips just an inch or two, then another inch. Before long he was riding the whole length of it, falling firm into James' lap then milking its way back up.
With the short carpet matted down, there wasn't anything James could do to quiet the moans and yips boiling in his throat but bite his lip, thrusting up into that warm, sticky rump in time with the cat's hips. He watched his sweetheart's paws get returned to a pair of cocks on either side before one sprayed him heavily in the face, forcing his eyes closed but he knew things were winding down. There were still men that needed to blow but the space was emptying out, only the last few standing around them for attention while the others watched from afar, nursing their spent flesh and only a few pulling on clothes or searching for cell phones and the like.
That didn't stop James' legs from being pulled into the air though. Nathan cried out in bliss as the sudden shift of his hips slammed his cock head into that especially tender spot inside. It only urged the cat on though while the purpose of James' new hold came to light. His feet twitched as warm flesh pressed into his soft, tender soles. The smear of cum broke his tight-lipped composure with a burst of stifled giggles as a duo took his feet for their pleasure. He thrashed gently, wriggling his cock inside Nathan's ass while they thrust fast against his feet. He wriggled less and less as they plowed into him, turning the hold into a most lecherous massage but he could feel that tingle in his skin all the same.
Nathan yowled hotly as he drew close, riding harder for more of his boyfriend's shaft. James could feel the need and reached up jerking that feline rod fast. Both were a choir of moans all on their own as one after another the four last males let loose from paws and feet, layering the cat and dog in one more coat of communal seed. The couple waited though, holding back with all their might until, almost on cue, Nathan exploded. His heat flared across James' face laying on the sloppy design to end it all, bouncing with every shot until he simply dribbled cum over his balls and writhed limply through the dog's thrusts. James didn't last any longer, cumming intense enough to drag a half howl out of him when those pulses cinched around his meat. He flooded the tight little hole best as he could, washing the cum they'd used as lube out on his own testes before they collapsed together on the floor, holding on tight.
"This is what we get together for," the horse announced as he squished through the sticky puddle. "We get together to express love AND lust. Not all of us love each other like these two do but we do love each other. We are brothers and that's just what brothers do. And now you two are our brothers as well. So welcome to the Brotherhood of the White Palm."
Everyone cheered in enthusiastic unison, gathering up again and patting them on the back or planting genuine, even platonic, kisses on their heads. But quickly enough Officer Banks gathered the crowd's attention again and smiled to the pair pressed to his sides leaving sloppy white streaks in his chestnut coloured fur. "We have a big dinner planned and the Elders and I would be honoured if you joined us at the head table. It's part of the ritual you see. Once you've accepted out fraternity we only ask that you be comfortable with it. And how much more comfortable can you be than eating dinner in plain sight of everyone wearing nothing but our brotherly love. Of course you won't be the only two naked tonight. The club is always clothing optional but just for tonight, the only thing you can wear is spunk. Alright?"
His hands hardly waited for them to glance at each other before they pushed into the next room. The crowd filled in around them, filling with chatter and laughter. Even naked the couple felt at home. Quickly enough they joined in the cacophony; members as sure as anyone else.