Order Up!!
Part 2 to the Unspoken Order...
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Chris really wasn't sure about this as he tugged on his leather collar while trying his best not to look like he was fidgeting. Gaping at himself in the full length mirror inside of Sally and Maverick's living room, which the two horses had long since converted into their bedroom, the slightly pudgy black Labrador found himself staring at his leather clad frame with hesitation gleaming in his dark brown eyes. Turning around and watching his naked rump dance in the assless chaps he had on, Chris curled his tail over his rear to keep his cheeks from looking so - vulnerable - as they seemed to be then and there. The black fur along his back and shoulders pulled up along his body as nervousness crept into the pit of his stomach and all the while Chris was trying to figure out just exactly how he had let both Sally and Maverick talk him into this.
He was currently wearing a tailored leather bondage suit, complete with the too tight vest over his chest, a pair of black boots strapped onto his feet, the assless chaps and a thick leather collar around his neck.
In any other situation, Chris would have looked like the epitome of a canine stud, despite his slight pudgy belly, or maybe because of it, however the nervous flop of his ears and curled down tail gave off the impression that he wasn't enjoying what he had on. The Lab looked himself up and down again, turned around twice more and then sighed as he realized,
'This is really not my style,'
"Oh don't be like that," Chris turned his head at the voice and watched one of his 'owners' clomp up behind him.
A tanned Palomino mare sauntered up and curled her thick, muscular arms around the shoulders of the much smaller canine, enfolding Chris into her bosom in the process, as she nuzzled him across the back of his scruff. The effect of having Sally's larger bulk so near him made Chris immediately feel safe and secure enough to uncurl his tail from across his rump, which the Lab did with a slow wag or his rear. When the Palomino whickered above him, Sam folded his ears on top of his head and lifted his chin up to run his cold, moist snout along Sally's neck.
While not something that she would admit out loud; Sally enjoyed it when her and her husband's pup showed his submission to them in such a way.
"You'll get used to wearing this in no time," Sally finished before stepping away from Chris, loosening him from her hold in the process.
"I don't know," Chris turned around to the mirror and wagged his tail up above his rump to show off his canine attributes. "Do you really think that this is something I should be wearing out in public?" The hesitation Chris was feeling was made twofold since his owners had decided, quite on a whim really, that tonight would be a good night to go out and celebrate the three month anniversary of Chris having submitted to being theirs.
While the Lab was all in favor of going out and flaunting his stuff for the two horses that owned him, in both body and mind, he wasn't so sure about being on display for all the world to see.
"Of course darlin'," Sally began before gave a heavy swat to Chris' rump, making the Labrador bark some and jump forward in surprise. "After all, this will be your first night together down at the Rodeo. Maverick and I want everyone to see just what a fine pup we managed to wrangle for ourselves and also let everyone know just how unlucky they are that you chose us to saddle you down instead of them."
Chris flicked and ear at Sally and wondered just how deep the possessive streak in the Palomino really ran. While the Lab thought that Maverick could be bad when he got in one of his dominating mood, it paled in comparison to what Sally could do when she really put her mind to it.
Thinking about that night some weeks ago when it had just been the two of them alone together, Chris shuddered some as he recalled being locked into the harness for several hours while Sally tried to find out every last button she could push to test his endurance when it came to some of her...more quirky fetishes. Rubbing over his chest, right where his brand was hidden by his vest, Chris remembered everything from the hot candle wax dripping onto his fur to the whipping his tail and feet had got as he hung suspended from the ceiling.
"Yeah," Chris took a gulp to calm his nerves before flopping an ear at the sound of a car engine revving to life.
"I think Maverick's ready for us," Sally said as reached a hand down and pulled on Chris' tail. "So let's get this show on the road!"
The Labrador didn't bother to yelp as he was dragged away from the mirror, towards the kitchen and then out of the house to where a large black and white stud stallion was leaning up against a red mustang.
Chris took a second to watch as Sally left went back to lock up the house before turning his gaze onto his other owner. The Labrador's mouth always seemed to water as he marveled at Maverick's greater muscular build, so taunt and delicious looking that it got a few whines from the pit of Chris' throat in want. The larger stallion was colored with a deep black and white mesh of coloring; specifically his long mane running down from the top of his head to the back of his neck was a beautiful splash ivory along with his tail and crotch fur while the rest of his was a brilliant jet black. Large hooves stood silently along the concrete as the horse steadily leaned against his car while thickly muscled legs and thighs held up Maverick's upper body without faltering. The greater equine looked like some kind of black and white marble statue as he stood with his shoulders crossed over his arms and a mask of boredom strapped tightly across his face.
Chris looked to see that Maverick was wearing the same kind of getup that his wife was wearing, which consisted of ankle long tanned leathered pants, a opened v-neck vest, a pair of cuffs along his wrists and leg high cowboy boots. It made the two horses look like they had been pulled straight out from a picture of the old west; save for the only thing horse driven behind them was the Mustang at Maverick's back.
"You ready to go?" Maverick's questioned, letting his voice resonate throughout the darkening evening and causing an involuntary shudder to run down to the tip of Chris' spine.
The Labrador loved the way the deep baritone voice of the larger stud always sent a thrill through him and he moaned when his sheath began to stir as his cock took notice.
"Heh, I guess so." Maverick tipped his head up and looked at Sally as she clomped over to the pair. "Everything set?"
"You know it partner," Sally moved up to her husband and rubbed her snout into his neck, getting a loud whinny of approval from the stallion.
"Then, let's get this show on the road."
The two horses pulled away from each other, Sally walked up to the fawning Chris to pull the Lab around to the other side of the car with her, before Maverick opened up the driver's seat and got in. The stallion revved the engine once again and all three listened to sound of the makeshift horse roar as they got in and buckled up.
Chris obediently got in the back, tucking himself down so to be as comfortable as possible, then the three were pulling off of the driver way, down onto the main road. The drive would take about an ho less than an hour but in that time Chris grabbed the chance to sit back and think on how much had changed in his life, given the last three months.
Going from single bartender to slave/pet to the two horses hadn't been as traumatic as he would have thought, and actually, in that time the Lab had come to realize just how lonely, not to mention miserable, he had been with his lot. The past few years seemed almost like some kind of bizarre dream to the Lab him as he weighed his feelings on how he felt now with how he had felt back then. Days of coming home to a lonely apartment, which had been cleared out of his effects by the two horses the day after he had submitted fully to them, now seemed like some kind of prison sentence as compared to staying home or going out on the town with Sally and Maverick. The two horse made life simple as could be for him; his days were spent cleaning, cooking, brushing and all around caring for his two owners whenever they needed him, and in return Chris got the security of knowing that he would never have to be without them.
His nights on the other hand, those had been filled with much sensual and sexual bliss as Chris could take and just the memory alone of some of the more tender evenings spent between Sally and Maverick had him panting and whimpering in bliss as his cock rose up from between his legs. Thankfully though, the black jockstrap he had covering his doghood kept him modest, but only for the time being.
Two pairs of eyes looked into the rearview mirror to watch Chris the black Labrador grunt and gasp while trying not to hump the air as the bulge in his groin grew thicker. Both Sally and Maverick snickered but said nothing as they watched their pet adoringly.
Chris shook his head as he caught the scent of his own musk rising up into the air, the shampoo he had used during his shower wasn't doing anything to mask his sexual odor as pre coated onto the front of his jock. His cock complained when Chris tried to fight of his mental fantasy, but was ignored as the turgid piece of dogmeat slowly sunk itself back into its furry home.
With his mind put back at ease, Chris thought over how much he was really enjoying being with Sally and Maverick and how much he wanted this night to be as glorious as possible. While not exactly as romantic as he could envision the next few hours were going to be, Chris let his tail slap at the seats behind him as he wondered over just what the two horses would do with him, and to him, at the Rodeo tonight.
If he had seen the black bag that Maverick had stuffed into the trunk earlier this morning, Chris might not have been so eager. But as they say, ignorance is bliss, and as the city lights began to flare up into his eyes, the Labrador was totally ignorant of just how much tender abuse his ass was in for on this special night tonight.
The fight to try and find a parking space took about ten minutes, all in all, but once Maverick found one - about sixty feet away from the Rodeo's front door - he, Sally and Chris got out and stretched the legs before heading straight into the fetish club. The inside of the Rodeo was tailored to look more like an old fashion Western saloon rather a modernistic club; the wooden floorboard were polished with a special kind of floor wax making the wood shine underneath the dozen of lamps hanging from the ceiling. Small tables and chairs were placed everywhere, from the front to the back of the building, and seated were dozens of horses and bulls, both male and female, dressed in various styles of what could be considered cowboy clothes. Smoke lined the ceiling as cigars were puffed on while at a few tables poker games were being played, however, instead of money being offered up a mass of clothing was being pushed around, both left and right, as the table's occupants stripped down to their thongs and other assorted undergarments.
All in all, it was defiantly an unusual place but not something unexpected for Chris as the Labrador knew his owners frequented this particular club more time than not since he had first met them. In all his time as a bar tender, back when he had been a free, but lonely, Chris had only heard rumors of what the Rodeo was like. Never would he have thought that it would have been so - rustic - in feel as his nose swallowed up the scent of burning leaves and alcohol floating about the air. Brown eyes caught the sight of servers walking over with drinks on trays; some of the guys were dressed like him with full bodied leather suits strapped onto their tight frames while the ladies had on straps and harness wrapped securely across their chests.
Sally snickered, making Chris look up to see the Palomino giving him a wink before she put a hand around his neck and squeezed him reassuringly. The two horses guided their pet over to a large stage area, then on further back to a hidden door cast in the shadows of a few curtains. Chris looked as Maverick knocked on the door with a heavy fist then listened as a voice barked at them to enter.
Taking the handle and opening the doorframe, Maverick ushered the three of them into a room where a slightly paunch looking Doberman was sitting and looking expectedly in their direction.
"'Bout time Maverick! I thought you were going to be a no show." The Dobie got up out of his seat; the chair giving a squeak of relief from the loss of weight pressing it down, then stepped over to embrace the taller stallion in a bodily hug.
Chris blinked as Maverick hugged the other man back, usually the ebony/ivory horse wasn't much for the tender affection thing, save unless it was at home with his pet and mare. The Lab looked on as the two men broke apart while Maverick raised up a black bag he had snatched out of the trunk of his car earlier on.
"Not going to miss a night like this one," The stallion turned to regard Sally and Chris with a knowing smile, even as the Labrador seemed a tad bit confused. "'Specially not with the show we've got planned for the house."
"I understand you there." The Doberman nodded. "Well, you've got ten minutes to get ready."
"More time than we need," Maverick walked back to Sally and wrapped and arm around her and Chris. "Come on love; can't keep everyone waitin'."
Chris cocked his head to the side and blushed when he realized that that the stallion was talking to both of them.
The next few minutes were a blur to Chris as he was taken up onto the stage outside of the Doberman's office, dragged behind the curtain and then made to help his two owners get prepared for what was to come.
In front, the lights started to dim, about ten minutes later, and the patrons of the Rodeo got a final few drinks while putting out their smokes as they listened to the rhythmic club music kick in louder on the speakers signaling the beginning to tonight's festivities. Many eyes watched eagerly as the curtain on the stage gently began to flutter before rising slowly into the air. The telltale squeak of the pulley made some ears lower but every mouth dropped when the lights on the platform centered on one part of the stage to reveal a sight no one had expected to see tonight.
There on the stage was Chris strapped down onto a large table shaped like a cross, with Sally was holding a paddle in her palm and rubbing a hand onto the front of the wood as Maverick stood next to Chris, stroking himself off through his pants. The black and white horse looked out to the crowd while waving his ivory tail back behind his rear, almost teasingly then gave off a loud whinny to let everyone know the show was about to begin. In the hand he wasn't stroking himself off with, the stallion held a large ball gag and the club's patrons had to watch in awe as he lifted it up to his lip and licked over it before leaning over to Chris' prone form.
The music on the speakers pumped wildly, doing its job perfectly of making the onlookers grow hot under the collar when several forms began to shuffle around excitedly, as tables were moved out of the way while chairs scrapped across the floor so that everyone could move closer to the action.
Sally took the lead for tonight as the Palomino lowered the wooden tool down over Chris' slightly pudgy stomach, curling around the plump mound teasingly, getting the dog to whimper approvingly at her gentle touch. The fur on the Lab's black body rose up and his tail looked like it wanted to wag, expect that it too was held down away from his body, as Sally moved the paddle up along Chris' throat and then down the sides of his arms. The tanned mare watched for the little signs and gestures that signaled how much her and her husband's pet was enjoying the ministrations and she nodded to Maverick to make his move, though Chris saw little of this as his eyes partly closed.
Held down as he was by the straps of the table the Labrador had no place to run as Maverick suddenly grabbed him by the snout and forced open his maw to stuff the rubber ball in between his lips. Eyes shooting wide open, the Lab whimpered around the solid piece of rubber pressed down onto his tongue but didn't struggle much as he accepted what his master's sudden action.
A sharp smack shot through the air and many in the crowd jump when Sally tapped the canine onto his thigh. Not being prepared for the sudden impact of the paddle onto his body Chris yipped and looked up as best he could to see Sally shake her head at him disapprovingly. Shivering and lowering his ears, Chris tried not to move as he laid himself out as compliantly as he could for his mistress' attentions.
Seeing that they weren't going to have any more trouble out of their pet, the two horses shuffled around each other, Sally placing the paddle down over Chris' groin, before they began to strip each other down. The sounds of wet kisses echoed through the loudening music as Sally and Maverick made out for everyone's approval. Many of the guys, and a few of the gals too, cheered for the two horses as their vests came off, followed next by their pants to reveal the g-strings and jock straps Sally and Maverick were wearing, respectively.
The large tent in Maverick crotch filled the space of the white cotton so much that it looked like the straps holding the jock together would snap from any more added pressure. A trail of horse pre dripped down onto the floor as the stallion's exhilaration and expectancy were made known to the crowd. A tanned hand reached down and all eyes watched as Sally gripped her husband through the cotton and squeezed him just hard enough to make the bigger stallion whicker with delight. His ears folded onto his head and his tail slashed against the air, but none of it meant anything to the Palomino as she literally had her mate by the balls. Her other hand made sure to caress his taunt orbs, stroking and prodding them in just the right way to make Maverick kick a foot up along the stage floor.
In front of the stallion, Sally's g-string looked like a rubber band tied onto her tanned ass - it was so tightly stretched onto her equine hips. The black material framed the Palomino's rump well though, despite being soaked with her juice in the front, as it gave everyone a chance to see a glimpse of the tight pucker of her rear end. A black hand reached around to finger the single band keeping the Palomino from showing off her back entrance to the crowd, and as expected, two fingers pulled the string aside and delved into the mare's depths, forcing a groan of want from Sally's throat. The twin digits sunk deep into the warmth of the mare and as the onlookers watched they could see Sally's rump flex and twitch as she danced along her mate's impressive hold. A whinny from her lips was swallowed as Maverick kissed and licked his wife, nibbling on her neck and holding her tight, even as she kept her hand locked onto his nuts.
The two horses made out for several more minutes, totally ignoring their pet who was trying to keep from chewing on his gag from the spectacle in front of him, before breaking apart and moving away from one another. Clothes being kicked off to the side, Maverick went to grab Chris' legs and untied them from the bindings holding them down. An odd thing to do but something easily rectified as the stallion raised the Lab's legs up to his head and then secured them back so that the canine was folded in half. Once done, Maverick walked around in front of the dog and placed his groin directly across Chris' face and began to hump forward into the canine's snout.
Mouths watered as they watched the stallion grunt and hunch himself into the other, drowning the Lab's whines of submission out completely with his too thick thighs and the heavy stink of sweaty, male horse musk. Maverick held onto the table to keep himself balanced, the warm ball gag plus Chris' cold, moist nose rubbing into his heated cock made his legs feel like jelly, as he looked into his mate's face and signaled her that everything was a go.
Sally whickered and stamped a foot onto the stage like a charging bronco, a wink danced on her face as she looked to the crowd for a split second, and picked up the paddle that had been roughly ignored. Twirling it in her hand and giving the wood a test slap against her palm, the Palomino pulled her weapon back, and then sharply cracked it against Chris' ass with enough force to make the club go silent.
The howl that came from the bound canine made several people jump as Chris jumped forward in his binds and squashed his face between Maverick's legs. The stallion gasped when the cold nose touched his hanging sac, his balls were swinging just bellow onto the back Labrador's head, as a whinny of utter delight sounded off from the stud, loud enough that cheers rang out throughout the entire building.
Another slap against his ass and Chris was all but shouting and struggling in his bonds as he rocked the table underneath him to try and get away. His body surged again into Maverick's groin and the stallion couldn't help but whicker with praise as he ran his moistening crotch over the dog's face. Again Sally beat at Chris' ass and again the Lab hopped forward to try and get away from the stinging pain growing across his rump.
Tears wetted the Labrador's eyes as he found himself somewhere between sheer painful pleasure. His canine senses all but swirled with the scent, touch and taste of his stallion master pressed heavily up against his nose and lips. The few droplets of pre that were able to get around the ball gag in his mouth flowed into the Lab's maw making him swallow reflexively. The taste was always something that Chris enjoyed and trying as best he could to ignore another swat at his rear; the Labrador rolled the ball around so that he could get more of his master's taste into his throat.
Another quick spank across his upturned rear had Chris howling again but it was drowned out by Maverick's grunt as the horse began to silently fuck his pet's face with his growing erection. The jock strap was fighting to hold on, the fabric could easily be seen reaching its limits, but Maverick made no motion to remove the straps from around his waist as he dipped and curved his hips over and over across Chris' muzzle.
Up in front, Sally seemed to be enjoying herself too as she reached her empty hand down into her g-string and lightly fingered her clit hard enough to hiss and moan for their audience. All the while her other hand never missed a beat, almost looking as if on autopilot the paddle kept crashing, over and over, into the black rump of her doggy slave. The cries from Chris were still loud enough to come through Maverick's legs, the stallion now over the table and grinding himself into Chris with as much dedication to the act as he could muster, and though they couldn't see it, clear tears dripped down from the canine's face as he flailed upwards into the lager stallion's bulk.
The spectators was whistling and cheering like a crowd at a sports game. Many pants were tented with dark, wet roses of precum while breathless huffs off exhilaration sounded off, only to be followed by whistles and catcalls. Not a drop of booze was being drunk as the bar tender, themselves, were caught up in watching the show going on. The sound of zippers being pulled down and boots stomping across the floor warred with the music blasting around the club as everyone got into the show the three were putting on up front.
Sally gave Chris a few more spanks before she looked at Maverick, the stallion almost completely across the table now, his eyes masked with crazed lust, before the two of them nodded together once more. Like a light switch going turning on, the two horses pulled away and down from Chris, giving the dog some air and the chance to focus, and the both of them watched with delight at the shivering mess of black fur and pudge quivering there for their preview.
Chris didn't know whether to beg for mercy or for more as watched his owners reach down to rub across his face and rear tenderly. His ass felt like he wasn't going to be able to sit for a week, the soreness causing him to flinch whenever Sally rubbed him in just the right spot. Up above, Maverick knelt down and kissed him all across his wet face, stains of pre and tears were mixed together to form a bittersweet cocktail on the canine's brow, and slowly Chris began to settle himself as he thought the worse was over.
How little he knew as he was quickly released from him bindings and made to step up off of the table to stand in front of Sally. To say confusion was written across Chris' face would have been an understatement as the Lab watched Maverick get onto the table and lay on his front, spreading himself eagle, and then lifted his tail for everyone to see. A sudden snap shot off from somewhere and everyone stopped to look around, save for Sally, as Chris looked down in wonder. What the Lab saw made him chuckle ruefully, because there under the table, his master's equine cock was pointed straight down to the floor, his now ruined jock strap soaking up his precum like a sponge.
The long length of the stallioncock was firm and weighty and ready for action, swinging down like a snake along the edge of the floor. Chris didn't try to fight it as he felt a plume of want swell up deep inside of his chest as his own dogcock stuck up between his legs, though still properly covered by his unfettered jockstrap. Sally chuckled behind him, making the Labrador turn to face her with a blush, before she told him to go underneath the table and give her husband a massage.
Thinking that it was okay to take the ball gag out of his mouth, Chris went to unhook the ties at the back of his head, but a quick flick across his ears made him yelp and turn to look up at the Palomino questioningly.
"No touching that," She said with a line of steel in her voice and Chris looked confused for a second.
A hand grabbing at his rump, with a light squeeze to follow, cleared up the uncertainty as Chris looked up into his mistress' eyes. Whimpering like a pup, the Lab lowered himself to the floor and crawled underneath the table, far enough so that he could look at the underside of Maverick's muzzle, and then began to rub himself up along the shaft of the equine's stallionmeat. His furry body easily absorbed the flowing stream of stallion pre running lines from out of Maverick's tip and his pudgy form did double the work grinding and humping up into excite the horse so much that Maverick whinnied out loud.
It felt so degrading to lay there underneath the table doing such a thing, his body becoming a toy to stimulate his master to a fruitful climax, but at the same time it felt so great to serve the stud in such a raunchy way by giving his all to the magnificent horse. His ass felt like it was on fire as Chris tried not to sit down onto his aching rump as he concentrated on the scent and feel of that long equine dong rolling around on his chest and belly. Groans of pleasure run through the gag that was still tucked neatly inside of the Lab's muzzle and everyone seated down below watched as the dog grunted and murred while rubbing his head back and forth like a trained slut.
The people at the back moved forward just a little more to see what they couldn't; many of them running their hands inside of their pants to stroke and pull and squeeze at themselves to find their own finish to this debauched act. All eyes gazed up raptly as the Lab nuzzled along the head of Maverick's cock, rubbed his hands up and down the length and raised his knees up to tease the medial ring without so much a hint of protest coming from his face. Maverick seemed to be love the attention as he waved his tail in the air and snickered low and deep for everyone to hear while rolling his hips down to mate with his pet. Spread out as he was, with his slave adoring him so obediently, no one was prepared for the mighty horse to let out a bellow of a whinny as his whole body gave a shudder of...of something...
Dozens of eyes looked back, never minding that down below Chris was suddenly hammered into the ground in recoil from Maverick's sudden jerk, as everyone watched a familiar brown paddle laying flush against the stallion's black rump. Looking up further, the audience gasped at seeing a domineering smirk cross Sally's face as the Palomino lifted the wooden tool back up and rammed it down again onto Maverick's ass. The stallion let out another painful - or maybe excited - whinny and humped himself forward into Chris while the Lab rubbed himself dutifully onto his master's dong. Though not everyone could see it from their various vantage points, when next the Palomino slapped at her mate's ass the large shaft jumped and surged, coating Chris with more stallion pre. The gagged dog seemed not to mind though; instead Chris humped his own cock up harder and faster into Maverick, bringing himself as close as his master was into the throes of oncoming orgasm. A sheen of musky glaze covered the dog as he panted and groaned and hugged himself loving up along the mighty shaft of horsecock that was covering him with its fluids.
Sally was enjoying her time dominating both of her men, if the cruel smirk on her face was anything to go by. Her eyes were shadowed underneath her hair as her hand sent the paddle over and across her husband's ass time and again. The stallion's large, muscular rump jiggled and jumped as it took a severe beating under the relentless Palomino's twisted affections. Whickers and cried, moans and whines, bounced off the wall and changed the whole feel of the music exploding from the speakers as the three put on a show for the crowd that no one would soon forget.
Maverick gripped the table tight as he grunted and held himself under the onslaught of the dual stimulation he found himself accepting. Below there was nothing but pleasure as his slave eagerly brought him closer and closer to climax. The soaked body of the canine felt better than any hand fisting him as Chris flexed and curled his slightly pudgy frame around his throbbing length. A few brushes of a cold nose made the stallion jump as Maverick moaned louder for all to hear. His flared head, unseen by everyone but the Labrador as it stuck down between Chris' legs, was pulsing like a warning beacon, signaling the end of the moment as Maverick came steadily towards his destined fulfillment.
Another vigorous swat at his rump made him slam his eyes close as Maverick was reminded of the other side of playtime that was happening behind him. Where pleasure was dancing along every inch of his stallioncock, pain was finding new ground to dig itself into the back Maverick's senses. Sally was truly a devil when it came to dominating others, and now she made that truth known fully to everyone as she smacked both of her husband's cheeks with bruising force. Though it was impossible to see because of his ebony fur, a light sheen of pink was blossoming on Maverick's rump as he gasped and arched back for more. There was little love and tenderness in her movements as the Palomino drove her paddle forward, over and over across her mate's backside, enjoying every little twitch and wiggle of his behind as he huffed quietly into her ears to beg her for more.
The scene seemed to be charged with a kind of visible electricity as the height of the show came into culmination. With a flick of her hand, Sally tossed the paddle off to the side, finished with it now that she could see that Maverick was close to coming. His puckered tailhole would always shudder whenever his balls were that close to shooting their load, and seeing this happening right now, the Palomino opened her hand wide and smacked the stallion right along the black pucker with enough force to make him yowl in ecstasy.
His ass jumped, his fingers gripped the table hard enough to splinter the wood and down below he came with such power that it knocked Chris back fully onto the floor as the Lab's stomach was drench in stallion juice. A flood of white sprayed out across the gagged dog and without being commanded to, Chris spread himself wide and bathed himself under the shower of his master ivory flow.
The patrons of the Rodeo didn't know what to do with themselves. They cheered and whooped and hollered and cried so loud that anyone outside could hear them for up to about a block and a half away. Pants that had been tented before gushed with cum as many of the males in the club came just from the erotic display of domination and submission set up for their entertainment. The heavy stench of stallion musk filled the building to bursting as Maverick came for several minutes before his load tapered off to a noiseless drip. Those who could manage could see that Chris was all but rubbing the mess into his fur like lotion as he opened his legs wide on the floor to keep from rolling around like a happy puppy. Not many could see or smell it with the heavy scent coating the air, but the black dog had found his own orgasm right inside of his jock as he sprayed his own load in time with his master's, mixing their two essences together and relishing in the mixture all the while panting with a drunken smile on his gagged lips.
Up above Sally moved her hand back and chuckled to herself as she watched her mate's tailhole flutter and quiver before leaning down to give him a soothing lick across his taint. Maverick whickered loudly at this but didn't move as his body literally felt like it had turned to jello from the whooping he had just received: a few calming huffs of breath left his mouth as he turned to the side so as not to be caught being so vulnerable by everybody else.
Once he felt like he could move again, Maverick lifted himself up from the table, shook his sweat soaked head for the crowd of onlookers, then reached down to help his slave up from underneath the table. Chris was a mess, both literally and figuratively, as the Lab shook and crooned around the gag in his muzzle while flicking his ears at his masters. Still covered by stallion cum, which was now somewhat pasting itself onto his front, the canine wasn't ready to be laid down and spread out onto the table once again as he whimpered up to his owners for mercy.
What he got from them was a treat though instead of another beating to the back of his ass. As the curtain squealed down to cover the stage both Sally and Maverick got on side of their pet and leaned down to nuzzle their faces into his stomach. Maverick's cum was pungent, but sweet inside of their noses, some of it even got in to make the two horses sneeze, but it was a small price to pay as they rubbed and whinnied across their pet, showing him without words, that he was most beloved to them both.
Chris would have tried to say something, had the gag still not been in his mouth, but as his body began to drink up the affections his owner lavished him with his mind just went on autopilot and shut everything down. Sally and Maverick watched as the Labrador rolled his eyes back and turned his head to the side and both had to chuckle as they watched the tired doggy fall right to sleep.
The manager of the Rodeo, the Doberman from before, came out to congratulate some time after the curtain had fully fallen.
"Not bad you two," He said as he handed the two horses some towels. "You both sure you don't want to do this every week as a profession?"
It was Maverick who spoke, the stallion wiping down his neck and head before taking the towel and patting it down across Chris' slightly messy torso. "No thanks. We prefer to keep our shows private, if you get what I mean?" His full attention centering on the Lab as his tail gave the Dobie a quick flick of indifference.
"Of course, of course." The Doberman said while bobbing his head. "Still though: the offers on the table."
"Thanks, but no thanks." Sally finished before dismissing the Dobie and letting him take a leave back off from the stage. Looking up to her husband she added, "Though I think we might do something like this for New Year's, maybe even add something in for you, hun." It was a tease and Maverick caught onto it by waving an ear in her direction.
"Sure, just as soon as we can get you into a French Maid's uniform and some thigh high black leather boots." Maverick snickered when Sally stuck out her tongue at him.
"So, never, you say?" Sally finished as the two of them continued to work on getting up the mass on the unconscious Chris' chest.
"Maybe for Christmas, then." Maverick teased.
"Ass,"
"You love me for it."
Leaning into him and nuzzling his neck, one hand reaching down to pat her mate's sore rump to see him jump, she finished. "That I do."