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"Matt, this is a bad idea Matt" A concerned voice blared out of the speaker phone in the clean but somewhat aged sports car. The handsome cheetah driving the car rolled his eyes as he shifted up a gear and passed a family of pandas that had been holding him back for five minutes.

"Dwayne, you haven't gotten me anything more than a few web site shots in months. You're just upset I found this myself and you don't get a cut of it." Matt replied, his tone just a little irritated. He'd had this conversation with his agent several times. The same Agent that hadn't been able to find him proper work in almost a year now and the cheetah wasn't getting an younger, he had no illusions to the fact his career was ending but he needed just a few more jobs to pay off his car loan, his mortgage.

"I've heard bad things about that studio, Matt. Especially a guy named..."

"Sorry, Dwayne. Going through the tunnel now!" The cheetah interrupted and reached down to the phone controls.

"But there aren't any tunnels..." The agent replied and then was silenced as the cheetahs thumb mashed against the stop button. It was true there weren't any tunnels but the cheetah had gotten bored with arguing, and besides he had arrived.

Matt pulled into the car park next to a four wheel drive that had obviously been used off road recently and then, after collecting his phone, jumped out of the car. He then reached back in and grabbed his sunglasses as he examined his surroundings.The place was a dump, the building was old and run down and the garden.... well the less said about the garden the better. But then again it was a porn studio, he'd actually been to far worse.

The gravel crunched under his shoes as his well built form walked to the door and then pushed it open. The smell of lubricant and condoms and men hit his nose at once. It was a familiar scent and when he was younger it had excited him, now it just reminded him of work. He stood at the doorway and took off his glasses as he looked around. It looked like the building was split into a few filming rooms, some of which must be in use from the exaggerated grunts and moans echoing down the hall. A late twenty something raccoon looked up from the page in front of him and smiled at the cheetah.

"Matt? Matt Collins?" The raccoon said and then stepped out from behind the counter revealing he wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing. Matt couldn't help but glance down and be, well, disapointed. The raccoon was a little tubby, as his species was prone too, and not really that well equipped either. But then he was probably a fluffer or in those chub films where size wasn't an issue.

"I've been a fan of yours since I saw my first porn, Sir." The raccoon said with a grin, taking the cheetah's paw and shaking it firmly.

Matt just grinned back and shook as he gave the usual reply. "Well thank you. It's always nice to meet a fan."

"I was surprised when Tyrese said you were working here, I thought you'd retired." The raccoon continued, letting his paw fall to his side. Matt couldn't help but notice the raccoons sheath was just a little plumper, or was that in his mind. It wasn't likely the raccoon would be his partner anyway, which was good. Fans just made the scene awkward.

"Anyway, you'll be shooting down in room 3 today with Charles. I'll walk you down there." The raccoon said and then beckoned the cheetah to follow. Despite the chub and lack of cock on the raccoon Matt couldn't help but admire the ass, it was large, fleshy but not flabby, and spread just enough to tease but not to expose. If the colouring had been different it would have reminded the cheetah a little of his own ass.

"You ever worked with Charles before?" The raccoon asked, oblivious to the cheetahs eyes locked on his rump.

"No, can't say the name rings a bell either."

"Well tell him Colin said "Hi" and hopes to get to work with him again sometime." The raccoon, Colin obviously, said and then stopped and pointed to a room with the number three pasted on the door in a crooked angle. "You're in there today. Break an ass." The raccoon gave Matt's ass a playful smack and a teasing squeeze and then was walking back down the hall to the front desk. Matt watched the oddly inviting ass walk away and then opened the number three door and stepped inside.

"Ah, Matt, you made it!" Said a voice belonging to a wolf who was just slightly shorter than the cheetah. He was dressed in a black shirt and jeans which contrasted against his white and light grey fur. He walked over to the cheetah, past the lighting and filming equipment and shook the cheetahs paw firmly and briskly. "You alright to do some publicity photos while I explain the concept? The room's been booked back to back today."

"That's fine, did you want me in any special clothes or?" Matt replied as he was lead forward to where a couple of seats and a bed sat. The sheets and pillows were old but at least were clean, which was a relief to cheetah after seeing how dingy the building had been.

"We'll get you in something sporty for the scene but just for now street clothes are fine. Don't worry they won't get lube or anything on them. I just want you too strip off, get yourself hard and show off that ass to Phillip, our Camera skunk here." The wolf replied as he moved the cheetah by the shoulders to a spot on the floor that had obviously once been marked but now was faded. The cheetah squinted through the lights to make out a chubby skunk holding a camera who waved as the cheetah stared.

Matt let his body go onto autopilot, he'd done shots like this so many times now. He starts by raising up his arms and stretching out his entire thin yet muscular body, his genetics having given him a runners build and an hour and a half running each morning keeping it that way. He couldn't see Phillip any more but was sure the skunk would be capturing the action as he let his arms drop to his chest to unbutton his chest. Each button opened easily to show off his lean, taut stomach and defined pecs. Then he let the shirt fall to the floor as he turned around.

"So, Matt. The first half of the video is an interview. Playful banter between you and Charles, answer some questions about previous shoots. Then Charles will bet you who has the biggest cock, the biggest one wins and gets a blowjob then fucks the smaller guy. Smaller guy cums from being fucked, we'll have fluffers here to help, then the bigger guy coats the smaller guys back. All pretty standard right?" Tyrese explained while watching the cheetah strip.

"So how big is Charles?" Matt asked as he bent over and looked back at the camera. His butt was big for his body, but round and firm and it was one of his key selling points.

"Big!" Came an unfamiliar voice that had to be Phillips. While Matt couldn't see it the director was making a no gesture to the photographer, his arms crossed and his head shaking theatrically.

"Yeah, he'll be topping Matt. You said you were versatile so..." Tyrese said after a few seconds of trying to work out exactly how to put it.

"Yeah that's fine, was just curious you know." The Cheetah replied as he straightened up and undid his jeans. He head a gasp, either from the skunk or the wolf, as he undid his jeans and let them fall to the ground to puddle around his ankles. The cheetah hadn't bothered with underwear so his bare white furred rump was facing right at the camera, the round inviting orbs spread just enough to give a hint of his hole but without giving it up like a fox.

"Nice dude, niiiiice." Came the skunks voice as he zoomed in to get a few good close ups of the cheetah's prized feature.

"Now just show us your cock and we'll get Charles in here. Don't worry about getting it hard, we want you to start soft for the scene anyway." Tyrese directed once the skunk gave him a nod to show he was done with the ass. Matt just nodded in reply and slowly turned around. The cheetah was a shower, not a grower, and five thick inches of cheetah meat hung over a nicely sized white furry sack. The head was just a little thicker than the shaft and was already exposed from the feline's status of being cut.

"Nicely done. Phillip get the camera ready for the scene. Vincent can you take Matt and get him clothes for the scene. Colin go and get Charles." The director said, his muzzle turning as quickly as he managed to spit out the orders. Then everyone was moving and a black panther, a head taller than Matt, walked onto the set and helped Matt with his clothes before leading him back to a corner that was curtained off.

"Hi Matt, I'm Vincent. I'm the wardrobe assistant and fluffer." The panther said with an almost effeminate ton to his voice. Matt did a double take on the panther, usually fluffers were small subby looking guys like foxes and otters. The panther looked like he could star in his own movie.

"Nice to meet you." The cheetah replied offering his hand. The panther just chuckled and raised an eyebrow as he looked down between Matt's legs.

"You haven't had that pleasure yet, hun. Now lets see..." The panther looked through a box carefully but quickly, tutting his tongue at each piece of clothing until he pulled out a pair of blue bikini briefs and handed them to the cheetah. Matt knew not to protest and just pulled them on. They were a little tight but then that just showed off the lump in the front of his pants more. He was then handed a white singlet and a pair of black sport shorts that he also slipped on and then stood in front of the panthers appraising view.

"It'll do." The panther said with a playful smile. "No let's just... ohhh, there's Charles." The Panther said, his voice deepening at Charles name in lust. Matt looked over and could see why the effeminate panther had reacted so much. Charles was a bottoms wet dream, the kind of guy a pornographer would spend hours trying to create and yet he was just there being himself.

The boar was tall and muscled, but the muscle wasn't from gym work or any kind of formal exercise. It was genetic and raw, no definition to the muscle just shear bulk. His head hair was ruffled and unruly much like the facial fuzz he had. Thrusting out of the facial fuzz were two white tusks, one a little shorter and rougher than the other. Matt's eyes went lower and couldn't miss the bulge the pig was packing. The clothes the boar was wearing mirrored his own, sporty and casual and, important for a porno, easy to remove.

"So, where's the faggot you want me to fuck Ty?" The boar grunted out as he walked onto the stage, his hand reaching down and into his pants to scratch his nuts. Matt couldn't help but shudder a little at the thought of the boar being on top of him. He was used to clean cut wolves, smooth sexy otters, tight, pretty foxes and other sleek felines. And ok, on one occasion that had left unable to work for a week, a horse. The idea that he was being teamed up with this... this... pig was disgraceful.

"Just take a seat Charles, he'll join you in a moment and we can do the interview and then..." Tyrese quickly stepped in and guided the boar to the seat. He had hoped that he could have kept the boars attitude a secret until it was too late, but then from what Dwayne had told him Matt was getting desperate for cash so it may not matter. Charles just shrugged and walked over to the seats and slumped into one, the easy chair creaking and threatening to break under the size and weight of the boar.

"Matt, we're ready now. Just come and take a seat." Tyrese said as he walked over and took Matt by the paw and lead him into the well let part of the studio and pushed him gently back into the seat next to Charles. Matt glanced over and shivered again at the look the boar was giving him, like the last sausage on a camp fire.

"Hey Kitty," The boar said in a lower voice to Matt as Tyrese stepped back and started muttering things to Phillip. "I saw your videos before I came in. Colin put 'em on to put me in the mood. You've got a really nice ass there, gunna love breaking it in."

"I've been fucked before you know." Matt replied cooly, he hadn't been treated like this since his first few shots. He was used to being worshipped even if he was the one being fucked, the guys all pleased to be fucking him, or at the worst indifferent. They had never been this crude or direct.

The boar just snorted and gave the cheetah a grin showing crooked but clean teeth. "They all think that, kitty. They ALL think that." Then before the cheetah could inquire more Tyrese was counting down and Phillip was moving in closer while another unnamed furry, some kind of dog, was bringing in a microphone above the shot.

"And welcome back to "New and Old" everyone." Tyrese said into a hand held microphone, staying out of the shot as a disembodied voice to narrate the porn. "This is our third in a series of interviews between established porn stars and the new up and comers."

Charles snorted and slapped his thigh at the introduction. "Established, you mean over the hill don't you, Ty?" The boar said with a cruel grin as he gave the cheetah a glare. Matt just held his game face on, a static smile despite the fury brewing beneath it.

"Hahaha!" Tyrese put on a slightly over the top laugh as he improvised. "That's our Charles. He's a relative new comer but has been in several online clips such as "Bareback Boners" "Ouch!" and "100% Pork Sausages.". Say "Hi" to all your fans Charles."

Charles rolled his eyes and raised a paw to wave to the camera. "Hey Fags" He grunted out and then didn't say a word more.

"And in our old, or should I just say classic, corner we had Matt Collins and his legendary bubble butt. You can find his ass being spread wide open in "Feline Fantasy 7" "The boy next door... is queer dear." and my personal favourite "Crouching cheetah, hidden pony.". Thank you for joining us, Matt."

"It.. It's a pleasure." Matt managed to reply. He was shocked about the last title the director had dropped. He had done that film under a different name when he was really desperate for money and not many people knew about it.

"So we've got a few questions for both of you. Matt a fan has asked "What part of a guy turns you on the most?"."

"Well that's easy Tyrese." Matt replied with a smile, crossing his legs in the chair as he got ready to reply. "It has to be a guys smile. It really just captures your attention and can make up for a lot of other things like..."

But Tyrese cut off the cheetah before he could continued to explain his answer. "How about you Charles?"

"Their ass." The boar replied in a bored tone, as though there was only one answer to hat question and it was stupid to even ask it.

"Very different answers there.I wonder if that reflects a difference in attitude in the porn industry from then to now." Tyrese said as he flipped the card in his hand over to the next question. As he did so Charles shook a little in laughter and Matt heard him whisper "Nah, the fag here is just a pussy." just loud enough to make sure the Cheetah heard it.

"Ok, Charles. What is your perfect fuck?"

"That's easy Ty. It's some young horny stud, pretty cock sure you know, been fucked a few times and thinks he's hot shit. Then I get my hands on him and I force him down to suck me for a while. If he's good enough I might even cum down his throat, give him a nice taste of me before I fuck 'im. Either way I then bend him over something and show him exactly how little he knows about being fucked. By the end of it he knows he's mine, that his ass won't ever be the same." Charles' deep voice echoed around the room, his tone discuss breaking a man down to be his bitch as casual as most people would discuss the weather. It had an effect on Matt he didn't like to admit and that his crossed legs happily hid.

"Very nicely put, Charles. How about you Matt?" Ty said after a few seconds. Neither of the actors could see but he was having to rearrange a bulge in his own pants.

"Oh.. uh.." Matt said and realised he coulnd't think straight. As the seconds rolled by he started to sweat. The answer just wasn't coming to him, something about a guy taking his time and then ploughing him? He'd used the line at least a dozen times already now and.

"Heh, Sounds like he likes my idea too. Aint that right kitty?" Charle said with a chuckle and then leaned over and put his large hand right into Matt's half excited groin, groping in a far gentler way than the cheetah had given the boar credit for. "Ohhhh, he does like it. Little kitty cock's waking up about that."

"There we have it, maybe new and old porn aren't so different after all." Tyrese continued before Matt could refute the claim. "Now we have time for one last question. What was your first time like. Either of you can go first."

"You go, Matt." Charles said with a wink as he pulled his paw away, leaving the cheetahs cock to start shrinking back to normal slowly.

"Thank you Charles." Matt said and then kicked himself for that, now it made i seem like he liked the grope. Which, ok, he had gotten hard over but still... "My first time was in my last year of high school. One of the footballers pulled me aside after his training and my track training and pushed me up against the wall in a shower cubicle and fucked me so hard I couldn't sit down properly for a couple of hours. He even had a knot he used on me!".

"Sounds like you like it a little rough, Matt. That's something Charles here will be able to help with." Tyrese interjected. "How about you Charles."

"I was failing English, or it may have been Math, dunno was never a book worm or anything. The teacher was the forty something lion dude, queer but not all faggy and in your face about it. The only thing that gave it away was he was up on gaydar. After class one day I just locked the classroom door, dropped my trousers and told him it was all his until the end of the year for a passing grade. I swear I've never seen a guy drop to their knee's faster. I still think about his ass when I hear claws down a chalk board." Charle said, his tone not as mocking as usual and almost wistful.

"Wow, an interesting story there from Charles. Now neither of you have seen each others films right?" The wolf director asked. Both actors shook their heads, even though Charles had been watching one of Matt's not an hour earlier. "Great. Then we can play our porno challenge. It's a simple rule. You both strip off and the one with the bigger dick gets a blow job and then be on top. So Matt, you want to go first?"

The cheetah just nodded again and stood up. He heard Phillip moving to get the best angle and then slowly undid the waist cord of the sport shorts before lowering them to reveal the one size too small blue briefs. He stroked his bulge slowly and then realised Charles was also watching. The cheetah glanced back to see that same hungry look in the boars eye, now targeted straight at his round rump. He couldn't stop now though and hooked his thumb into the briefs and slowly lowered them down to show off his thick cut cock and white furry sack.

"Vincent, bring in the measuring tape and get our cheetah hard would you?" Tyrese called out and then a second later Vincent walked onto the scene. He was all but naked, only a yellow thong keeping the panther decent, although there wasn't much of a bulge in the front of it. In one hand the panther held a measuring tape. He didn't say a word as he approached the cheetah and just dropped down to his knees. His spare paw wrapped around the base of the cheetahs cock while his black muzzle opened and pulled the limp inches in.

Matt gave a gasp as the warm wet muzzle wrapped around him and started sucking. The panther was actually really good, he worked his tongue along the underside and sucked just right to get the blood pumping down into his cock. The black furred fingers around Matt's cock base tightened and stroked quickly as the matching muzzle started to bob up and down until he pulled off with a slurp, the cheetah's cock now standing up as hard as it could be. The panther then pushed one end of the measuring tape against the cheetahs groin and pulled the tape forward along his hard length to the tip. Phillip then stepped in and zoomed in on the measurement, seven point two inches.

"Seven point two inches." Tyrese said without needing to be told, it was on the porn stars resume after all. "A very nice size, I wish I was as lucky as Matt here. But will it be enough to outdo Charles?"

"Heh, nope!" Charles replied, standing up and walking over to the crouching panther and standing cheetah. He grinned as he reached down and took the cheetah in paw, which made Matt shiver a little. The boars grasp was just... just right. "I was this big when I was thirteen and swapping blowjobs for lunch money."

Then with almost no ceremony or teasing the boar just reached down, undid the wist band on his shorts and let them drop to the ground.

"Holy shit!" Matt said without even thinking as his eyes took in the almost unbelievable sight in front of him. The cheetah was a porn star, he was used to big dicks, wolves sporting nine inches, a lion with a very impressive ten, several guys with an easy eight even. Charles put each every one to shame and he wasn't even hard yet. Hanging down between the boars legs was easily a foot of prime quality, uncut pork sausage.

Phillip didn't have to be prompted, his camera was pointing right at Matt's face as he looked at the monster tool, his eyes wide in amazement that the boar could have that much cock. Charles just grinned and reached down to scratch through his pubic fur, the entire hose of a cock jiggling as he did so. Matt shivered a little as he watched the thick organ shake, his own prick now harder than ever and a drop of pre was beginning to form on the tip. There was no way a cock that big could get hard though was Matt's only thought.

Then Charles' large hand was on the cheetahs shoulder, the boar forcing Matt down onto his knee's in front of him. Vincent didn't need prompting, he just dropped the measuring tape on the floor next to Matt and then retreated off the set to leave the cheetah and the boar to it. Matt resisted at first but the boar was strong and it was either retreat or submit and the cheetahs knees made the decision to submit, leaving Matt face to cock with the boars huge prong.

Matt's paws shook as he reached down for the measuring tap only for the boar to laugh and swing his hips, the thick cock slapping the cheetah right against the black tear marks in Matt's fur. The cheetah recoiled from the contact as though he was struck, the thick uncut cock so warm and the scent of the boar so thick it filled Matt's nose and made the smaller cheetah gasp.

"No point in measuring it while it's small," Charles rumbled out, as though the word small could ever be used to describe anything about him. Even the pair of balls hanging under the thick cock was impressive, a low hanging dark furred sack with two orbs in it, each one the size of a small apple or plum. Slowly, reluctantly, Matt reached up and took the limp length into both of his paws, one right down at the base and the other at the tip, drawing back the foreskin slowly. The heat, the girth, the scent of the boars massive prick in Matt's paws made him shiver in delight, his own cock rising up from it's usual angle parallel to the floor to point towards the cheetahs chin.

As Matt peeled back the foreskin he was treated to the sight of the boars thick, dark knob, a mixture of the brown of the shaft and a crimson red that ended up as a kind of mahogany. It pulsed and started to grow as Matt watched, thickening in his grasp until he had to open his paw to the point that his fingers barely touch around the boars girth. The thick cock didn't grow much in length but it slowly rose up like some kind of magicians trick until it jutted from his groin, long thick and proud. The weight of it pulled it down to the floor but it was still almost parallel to the ground, an impressive feat for such a heavy piece of meat.

"Measure it now, kitty." The boar said, his voice smug with satisifaction at having dwarfed the cheetah by so much. He loved this part of his scenes, dropping trouser and showing off exactly what his father gave him. It was his second favourite part, his most favourite of course being when he got to stretch out and plough a once tight ass until he left it gaping and sore and dripping his seed.

Matt just nodded and wordlessly picked up the measuring tape and pressed it into the boars pubic fuzz, even that usually fatty place thick with muscle. Slowly he ran the tape down, pausing for a moment at seven point two and seeing just how much more he had to measure. Charles snorted as he saw that and made his cock pulse and jump which made the measuring tape slip from his length.

"That's right, kitty. Thought you were hot shit with that little pecker huh? Not even that horse had anything on me." Charles growled out and pulled Matt's muzzle to his cock, wiping the now leaking tip over the cheetahs muzzle, leaving his thick aroused scent there before letting the cheetah get back to measuring. Matt winced at the turkey slap but drew the tape up again and drew it down the boars length, not pausing at his length or even at the ten and a half inches the horse had been. He only stopped when the metallic tape was pressed against the entire length and the tip nestled right against twelve inches flat. A perfect foot of boar meat that had no problems getting hard and was attached to one of the roughest men Matt had ever met.

"I guess that means I win right?" Charles said with a grin and then pulled off his singlett and dropped to the floor, showing off his large, raw muscle mass, a perfect juxtaposition to the toned, pretty runner boy of a cheetah. Charle stepped forward and spread his legs, his cock bouncing as he moved and his large sack swinging freely between his spread legs. He wrapped his paw around the base of his cock, pushing away the cheetahs still paw and then grinned down at the vulnerable cheetah. "It's not going to suck itself."

Matt's ears flattened as he looked up at the rugged boar, the tall muscular man the complete opposite of everything he found desirable and attractive... except for a foot of quality cock that was pointing right at him. His small paw worked the thick foreskin back and forth a few times as he gathered up the courage to suck the thick monster, the length not the only worrying thing about it. His tongue lapped along the oozing piss slit from top to bottom and the salty, male taste of the boar washed over the Cheetahs tongue. It was a lot stronger than most of them men he'd serviced and he didn't really like it.

"That's not how you suck cock, kitty." Charles growled impatiently and placed his hand on the back of the cheetahs head and squeezed. Matt couldn't help but open his muzzle and cry out, which is exactly what the boar wanted. The moment the cheetahs jaw was wide enough his paw pulled the cheetahs mouth down onto his cock. Matt tried to resist but the boar was just too strong for him and inch after inch was fed into the cheetahs mouth and then pushed down the tight throat. Charles didn't stop pulling until his entire foot of cock was buried and his balls slapped the cheetahs chin and then when he was buried gave a deep satisfied grunt.

Matt gagged and chocked on the boar dick suddenly occupying his mouth and throat and tried to pull back. Charles didn't let the skinny cheetah move even an inch though, his paw holding the cheetahs muzzle down on his shaft as though it was nothing. Matt tried to use his arms, his legs, anything to push himself off the monster occupying his throat but at the most he got an inch or two away only for the boar to pull him back down the moment his muscle relented. Finally Matt gave up and concentrated instead on breathing through his nose, not wanting to choke to death on the monster cock inside him.

Once the cheetah stopped struggling the boar gave a deep grunt and moved his paws to either side of the cheetahs head, holding him tight at either side to hold him steady. Then he slowly eased his hips back, inch after inch of his fat foot of dong sliding free of the over stuffed muzzle like Mary Poppins carpet bag. He moved slow so that Phillip could get some nice shots of his over sized boarhood and meaty balls sliding back and forth before he just face fucked the cheetah. He reached the tip and then eased himself back in, grunting in pleasure as his thick knob pushed in deep and made the cheetah gag around him again, the cheetahs throat contracting in such a delightful way.

Matt couldn't do anything but whimper as his jaw started to hurt from being stretched so wide open. He couldn't move or lick at the monster as it slide back and forth slowly, he was just reduced to a hot muzzle for the boar to fuck. And at that moment that's exactly what the boar decided to do. He gave a deep grunt and then pulled back and thrust forward in just a few seconds, his hefty ball sack slapping the cheetahs chin with a mighty thud with every thrust. Again and again the boar ravaged the gagging and whimpering cheetah, tears forming at the edges of his eyes and then falling down the black tear marks as he was used so completely by the boar.

Phillip moved around to get all the best scenes of the action, ignoring his own erection like a true professional. Vincent or Colin could deal with it for him later after all. He had still camera's set up that would be getting a few different angles but to get in close he had to do that himself so he did, from the sides, from above and even climbing under the thrusting boar to get the scene from underneath. He especially made sure to get shots of the cheetahs tear stained muzzle and look of contempt for the boar, it's wasn't a money shot but it was the next best thing for this kind of movie.

After several long humiliating minutes Matt felt the boar pushing him back, the thick cock leaving his muzzle and leaving the cheetah coughing and spluttering. Charles just sneered down at the cheetah and let his foot rub against the cheetah still firm prick.

"Stop acting like you didn't love it, fag." The boar said with a growl as he dropped down to a squat position, looking the cheetah in his tear stained eyes. He reached down and gave the seven dripping inches of feline lust a few hard strokes which just made Matt shudder. He hated how good the boars paw felt, he hated how hard he was and most of all he hated, hated, how much that part of him wanted the boar fucking his throat and degrading him again.

"No, I..." The cheetah started to retort but then found the boar's muzzle pressed against his own, tilting and pressing in hard and deep. Charles' tongue pressed in deep and ran along his tongue, owning the cramped muzzle just like the thick inches bobbing from his hips had done minutes ago. Matt resisted at first, tried to pull away, he didn't kiss in his movies, he made that clear. Yet the boar wouldn't let the cheetah pull away and was groaning deeply into the kiss. Charles' paw continued to work the cheetahs length until the cheetah was moaning and pushing back into it, his tip beginning to drip to the floor continuously.

Just as the cheetah pushed forward into the kiss the boar moved his muzzle to the side and used the spotted cat's momentum against him, wrapping his arms around him and lifting him up like he was little more than a doll. Without any effort Charles lifted and carried the well toned cheetahs body to the bed and then just dropped him onto the mattress. The sheets were clean but there was a scent to the mattress that hit the cheetahs nose, a scent of sex from the past. The cheetah just whimpered as he looked up at the boar, the tall dark furred creature with the massive prick grinning over the cheetah.

Charles grabbed a bottle of lube, the brand flashed onto the camera to earn Tyrese just a little more cash, then squirted what looked like a good half a tube along his length before stroking it along. His dark fleshy tube now gleamed under the filming lights as he walked to the edge of the bed. He didn't say a word, he didn't need to, he just gave a look at the cheetah, grunted and jerked his head up. Slowly, reluctantly but resigned to his fate, the cheetah lifted up his ankles and lowered his tail. Charles gave a snort of laughter as the cheetah submitted so easily, he'd expected more resistance but apparently Matt knew exactly where his place was now.

The boar gripped the cheetahs ankles and pulled until Matt's ass hung over the bed a little. Charles waited as Phillip got into a good position to film the entry and then gave the cheetahs ass a hard smack, gripping the bubble but and rolling it in his paw. Then he gave the other cheek a slap, the cheetahs ankles over his shoulders, groped the fleshy rump and pried apart the cheeks. Matt actually felt the boar shudder in delight as Charles looked at the exposed ring. It was as tight as he had hoped, a perfect pink rosebud in an ocean of yellow fur and black dots.

Without a preamble or opening address the boar got right down to the meat of the genital discussion. He leaned forward and lined his monster up with the cheetah and held there just long enough for Phillip to film just how big the boars cock was, how tight the cheetah was and to let the viewers mind considering what combining the two would cause. Then with a hard thrust and a loud grunt the boar buried all of his thick knob into the tight asshole while looking right down into the eyes of the cheetah.

He didn't scream, he promised himself he wouldn't, but he did gasp, he did shudder. He bit his lip so hard he could taste blood and tears ran from his eyes as his ring was stretched out more in one second than it had in a lifetime of porn. The boar grinned as he saw all of this, as the camera caught it to, loving the fact that he was prying the once proud cheetahs hole open. With another grunt he gave a thrust with all his weight behind it and sunk over half of his cock into the cheetah, ignoring how hard the whimpering cheetah's ring was resisting him.

Matt's claws dug into the bed, the sheets ripping as he held back a painful cry. He still tried to resist even as inch after inch of boar cock drilled him open. The burning heat of his hole being ruined spread from his ass over his entire body and his own erection started to falter, still hard but not as rock hard as it had been before. Finally Matt gave up and relaxed his ass, he couldn't keep the boar out so he may as well not damage himself and let the monster in.

A second later Matt regretted his decision as the boar pulled back and then heaved his entire bulk forward, slamming a foot of hot boar cock into the quivering cheetahs body. The cheetah couldn't keep the cry in this time and he half screamed and half snarled as he filled deeper than ever before. Charles rolled his hips and gripped the cheetahs thighs hard, pulling the skinny yellow cat into him, grinding his last inch back and forth and letting his heavy ball sack rub the wonderful bubble butt he was enjoying.

Phillip wished he had more hands and more cameras to be able to catch every pose, every wince on the cheetahs face, every smirk from the boar and of course that massive meat ploughing a once tight hole, a hole that many had worshipped and fucked so carefully now a big brutes plaything.

Charles gave a sigh as he pulled back and let his cock pull free and bob in the air. The cheetahs ring tightened but didn't close, already stretched out just from the boar being there. Without warning the boar just lined himself up and thrust in to the base again. He didn't stop or even pause though. The moment the boars large sack slapped the cheetahs butt his hips were pulling back to the tip and then ploughing down again and again and again. Matt just mewled and whimpered, his cock softening even more until it was the smallest it had ever been outside of cold water. Charles didn't hold back though, he didn't even seem to notice, he just kept ploughing away like he could go all day.

"Charles." Tyrese called out from off the set but the boar didn't hea him, or at least didn't respond. "CHARLES! The cheetahs's gone soft. Just hold off for a minute and Vincent'll get him hard again."

Charles snorted as he came to a stop balls deep. "Don't worry Vincent, I can make this little guy hard again, not that there's much to him anyway." The boar replied as he pulled himself free. The cheetahs hole was spread even wider now and stayed that way as the boar lifted the cheetah again and moved him so his legs were on the ground again but his body was bent over so his head was being pressed into the bed by the boar, the cheetahs face looking to the side and seeing Phillip, trousers tented and damp, filming his humiliation. He didn't look for long though because as soon as the boar had him in the position he wanted he felt the boar yank up his tail and thrust into him. The thrusting wasn't thick enough or long enough to be the boars cock though.

Instead of his cock the boar has pushed two of his fingers into the well stretched hole. Impatiently he curled them and moved them inside the cheetah until he heard the broken feline gasp and shudder. His fingers pressed there again and again, rolling the hard gland with just enough pressure. Matt whimpered and then moaned as the boars fingers manipulated him so well. Caught on film was his cock rising up again, firming and thickening until it was rock hard again. Phillip grinned and gave Charles the thumbs up which was all the boar needed to know. His fingers were replaced by his cock in a second.

The camera caught everything that followed as the boar's legendary stamina and size broke the cheetah down even further than he though he could go. Every time the cheetah started to go soft the boar pulled back just enough so that he could ram his blunt tip right against the cheetahs sweet spot, making the cheetah pant, whimper and, more importantly to the film, get hard again. Then as soon as the boar was happy with how hard the cheetah was he pushed in deep again, fucking the cheetahs ass with no regard for anyone but his own pleasure.

Phillip watched the camera's film time creep up to the hour mark and then over. So much of the footage would end up cut and stored on a hard drive somewhere but the director wasn't telling the boar to finish. A quick glance over revealed that Tyrese had Colin in his lap, something Phillip was very envious of. Even if Colin had offered though he needed to concentrate on the large male ruining the cheetahs hole.

Finally Charles decided he had had enough. He nodded down to Phillip who dropped down to focus on the cheetahs cock as the boar pulled back a bit more than half way and started to fuck against the prostate. Matt gasped out loudly as the boar fucked him in such a different way than before. He could feel his cock getting even harder, his balls pulling up, his nipples hardening under his fur. He lifted his paw up to reach down and then he heard Charles voice.

"Ah ah kitty. If I needed you to paw yourself I'd ask for it. Don't mistake me for some pathetic ex boyfriend or limp dicked faggot porn star. You're going to cum from my cock or your not going to cum at all!" The boar growled out as he sped up his hips. Matt closed his eyes and whimpered as the pleasure grew and grew until there was so much. He was so hard and he needed release so much and he'd never been able to cum hands free before. He lifted his paw again only for the boar to grab it and hold it down and snarl against the back of his neck as the thick boar cock pounded harder and faster.

Light flashed in front of the cheetahs eyes as the pleasure just grew and grew. His cock throbbed between his legs and started to pulse and swing, something it had never done before. Then to the cheetahs amazement he felt his balls pulling up and his cock spasming as his orgasm erupted. Seconds lasted thick wads of his seed splattered over the cheap bedsheets, more cum than the cheetah felt he could actually have had and then even when he was out of cum his cock kept spasming and jumping, his orgasm only fading once the boar pushed all the way in again.

Charles didn't even comment on the cheetah cuming, to him it was just another shoot while the cheetah was experiencing something he had never thought possibly from a guy he despised. The boar then pulled back to the tip and just let it slide in and out of the abused ring, the ring still tighter than the rest of the well bred cheetah. Matt shuddered and whimpered as his ring was assaulted repeatedly by the boars thick knob, his spent cock jumping again as though it wanted more. Whatever the cheetahs body waned though it wasn't going to get it as the boar pulled back and gripped his cock a few inches back from his head to aim.

Phillip zoomed right in as the boars cock erupted, the thick shots of cum splattering against the cheetahs now gaping asshole. Then the boar aimed up and his seed coated over the cheetahs lovely bubble butt and along his back. There were nine shots before the boar just started dribbling and oozing the last of his seed, which he let drip onto the cheetahs pert rump.

Without waiting to recover Charles pushed the cheetah up and over himself on the bed, somersaulting the cheetah and leaving him on his back facing up at the still hard foot long dong. Charles didn't say a word, he just rubbed his thumb along the cheetahs lips and then pointed to his cock. Matt shook his head to resist but Charles was not one to take no for an answer. He gripped the cheetahs jaw and squeezed until with a pitiful mewl the humiliated cat's lips parted and the boars thick cock pushed it's way in.

Matt could taste himself, his ass, and the boars cum and winced but the boar just kept his cock there, finally breaking the silence to say "It's not coming out until it's clean, kitty". Matt whimpered a little more but the boar didn't shift. Reluctantly the cheetah sucked on the head and ran his tongue along it until it was clean. The pulled out but wasn't done yet, instead he leaned in and let his shaft hover there. Matt got the message and leaned up and licked along the dark tool, cleaning it and leaving it shiny with his spit. Charles still wasn't satisified though and he raised a leg to get in close enough to lean down and let his ball sack rest on the cheetahs muzzle. Matt whimpered but obeyed, the sack tasting salty from the sweat and the cum all over it. With a satisified grunt Charles stepped back, gave his signature salute to the camera and walked off to the dressing rooms leaving a humiliated, spent cheetah pulling ball hair from his teeth.

***

"I'm not going to sign that release, Tyrese!" Matt growled as he grabbed the wolf's drink from the table and shot it down. Tyrese winced to see such good scotch being wasted like that and refilled it with the cheaper stuff before sliding it back to the cheetah who was still ranting.

"He treated me like a piece of meat! He just fucked me raw, didn't lube me up or stretch me out. You never told me my partner was going to be a boar either."

"You speciest?" Tyrese replied raising an eyebrow.

"Tha.. thats not the point here." Matt said, stumbling for a second and then continuing. "He had a foot long cock, Tyrese. A foot! You don't get someone in for a shoot without telling them that."

"Well we had a cancelation," Lied the wolf as he poured himself a drink and sipped it the way it was meant to be drunk. "We were lucky Charles was available. He's very popular. I mean he made you cum didn't you? I'm a bit of a fan of yours but I've never seen a paws free cum shot before."

Matt stopped and stared at the wolf as though his eyes were some kind of death beam, The wolf would have conceded that the cheetah did have a good death stare, but he'd talked down so many porn divas by now nothing really could phase him. He gestured to the seat and held a straight face as the cheetah winced and sat down.

"Now I think this might be able to soothe over any sore spots, pun not intended." Tyrese said softly as he pushed a cheque over the table.

Matt sighed and picked it up and then dropped it again and rolled his eyes. "There's a typo, an extra zero on it."

"Check the written words too, Matt. No typo."

Matt picked up the cheque again and stared at it carefully as though it was some dream figment or about to dissolve. The original pay had been double his usual rate and now there was another ten times that. A twenty times pay cheque without his agents commission. Without his usual other work coming in it would pay a lot of bills and his mortgage.

"Ok." Matt said, his body slumping a little in defeat, his rage and anger suddenly gone, thwarted by piles of cash. He picked up a pen and signed his name on the release and sipped the drink in front of him. He knew it was cheap booze but anything was better than he taste of that boar and his own ass.

"Now that's all worked out I had another shot to offer you next week sometime." Tyrese started, carefully taking away the legal document and putting it in his filing draw with all the others.

"And the pay is.." Matt started but was cut off by the wolf.

"A bit larger than this weeks."

"It's Charles again isn't it?" Matt said, his ears flattening at the memory of what the boar had done.

"And his friend, I forget his name but he's a bull. So it's a three way. I know you've done three ways before, you're good at them."

Matt looked at the cheque in his hand and then down at the table. Several long uncomfortably silent seconds passed, not even a ticking clock to slice away the time, and then the cheetah looked up and took the rest of his drink in one shot. "Call me with the times." He said and then walked out while he still had some dignity.

Tyrese smilled and waited a few minutes before pulling his phone out of his pocket and dialing. He tapped his fingers on the desk as he waited and then grinned as he heard the voice on the other end.

"Dwayne, it's Tyrese. Your plan worked perfectly. Yeah, yeah dropped the extra money and he went for it hook line and sinker. Charles and that bull you chose out will be with him next weekend. You have to see the videos of today though, that boar ruined the cheetah!"

Comissioned by a mysterious Curly-tailed philanthropist!