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Well, I've got this kind of a story for you this time. I was writing it and as it progressed, I decided that it deserved to upgraded to full-blown Inevitable status! Woot! You know what that means : )

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The four furs had barely gotten through two six-packs of beer and a bowl of potato chips and another of salty peanuts before any semblance of a civilized all-dudes night in at the comfortable suburban home had degenerated into a fully blown muscle orgy.

Guess they could not have been blamed for being a bunch of horny motherfuckers.

Look at Rodney, for example. Massive, huge, beefcake of a bull, with furs of a tone you wanted to decorate your bedroom with, for that special, warm gentle hue that'd be more than certain to lull you into a peaceful sleep, preferably after a round of mindblowing hot sex in your king-sized bed. That term described him well to begin, too, considering that everything about the bull was of generous proportions. His arms were thick and became broad, hunky shoulders that barely tapered down along his sides before they met the flares of his hips. The ass accentuated by his preference for tight pants and a swishing tail would have been the dream rump of anyone with the eye for a big mound of man meat you wanted to ram your cock into, if the bull hadn't been an exclusive top who wouldn't let anything except tongues up his tight, sweaty pucker.

His ten-inch cock was already sprouting away from his loins. His huge thighs were treated with a generous sprinkling of black hair, much like his belly and the big, potent ball sac currently getting itchy and sweaty on its place, resting against the leather of the couch the bull sat on. His cock was leaking thick, clear pre over the fingers of a brown stallion the bull had sitting over his thighs, as if he was a mean boy soon to be punished with a hearty spanking. The stallion's hand was having trouble getting his fingers around the girth of the pointy-topped, blunt, dangerous-looking bovine cock that pulsed strongly along to the loud grunts of the bull getting the slow, slick hand job from the wide-eyed, sweaty stallion.

Rodney's own massive hands were busy groping the stallion's own thick rump, feeling up its bare curves of sheer male muscle. The horse's ropy tail flicked from side to side, signalling the sexual agitation growing during every moment of this teasing for the horse. His own cock was big, thick and impressive, oozing pre with the pulsing throbs of his impressive tool, but the bull, nor the stallion was touching the mighty organ at the moment. Rodney was busy groping his ass, and the stallion's arms were circled around the bull's thick neck, holding himself up to the larger male while the bull played tonsil hockey with the muscular, sweaty horse on his lap. The huge bull enjoyed the little sighs and rumbles, and responded them with his own, booming exclamations of pleasure.

"Hmpppphh!"

A loud chuckle, a throaty one, coursed into the pair's ears from the other side of the room.

"Enjoying yourself, Scott?" the male rumbled.

He was a German Shepherd dog and he stood there, one paw resting against the back of a leather armchair that held a messy pile of clothes. The dog was tall, with luxurious, thick-looking furs patterned typically for his species, all black and brown, and very familiar for everyone else in the room. His body held firm muscle, though he could never hope to weight more than about half of what the bull molesting the stallion's ass naturally did, but there was one outstanding feature on him that made him the king of the room.

The Sheppie's cock was fully hard and out of his furry sheath, and it was something you could not miss even at a casual glimpse upon the wiry canine.

His cock was huge.

The canine's knotty member had barely any curve to it, and it was so heavy that it stood straight out of his body, with no tendency to try to point towards the ceiling, like cocks often did. No, the doggie's prick was ruddy with the amount of blood that had rushed into it with his arousal, and it was enough to give it a dangerous, aggressive angle that made you stare directly into the slick piss slit at the top of the blunt, pointed shaft.

Scott, the stallion boyfriend of the Sheppie currently being borrowed for the bull to play with, liked to say that it was as thick as a soda can, and almost as thick around as it was long, four inches.

Ohh yes. Whatever the stallion and the bull had was based on their species' natural tendency to pack long, thick cocks that would impress anyone, but there was simply something outlandish about the very thick, stubby cock standing out of the Sheppie's groin. You wanted to feel it up, to see if your fingers could go around it. You wanted to nuzzle it and lap that tip for a taste of the potentially delicious pre-cum, and even if you could take it into your muzzle for a nice, messy blowjob, you were left with a nervous tickle in your asshole when you wondered whether it would be possible to sit on that monster without tearing yourself open.

It looked so thick that the knot looked more of a gentle bump along the short shaft, rather than the outrageously big bulb on the end of normal canine shafts. It still never failed to make a satisfyingly loud PLOP! whenever it made entry into a tight greased anus that was begging to be filled with everything the Sheppie could give, and even then preferably some more that could be slid into a tight, willing slutty rectum. It was a huge cock in a very peculiar way, and it was one of the reasons why the brown stallion was so willing to drop himself to his knees and pull his husky ass cheeks apart while making such a needful face that you were almost monetarily distracted from your wish to ram yourself balls deep into the offered butthole.

The stallion known to have a seriously inviting asshole could only spare himself for a minute before the horny bull would miss his sloppy muzzle. He gave his boyfriend a longing look along the funky-smelling, neat living room, and smiled gratefully.

"Yes, Hector," Scott the stallion said in a loud voice.

The bull he was sitting on grunted and poked his thumb against the stallion's ass crack. The sudden touch made him jump and moan out. Rodney the bull chuckled roughly.

"He's enjoying himself alright," the bull smirked, rubbing one hand up and down the stallion's sweaty, muscular back. "How's my Roger doing for you, Hector?"

The Sheppie smirked and enjoyed the feeling of his erection throbbing heavily as much as he enjoyed watching his boyfriend and their mutual friend getting busy with the stallion's gropeable body. His own bushy tail was swishing with approval at the situation, and in process, giving light smacks over the horns and the cheeks of a bull on his hands and knees, poised behind the German Shepherd.

The fourth player of this act of rude congregation was happy to be on such a submissive posture, on all fours and keeping his head in an angle that made sure that he would not be accidentally poking the doggie's ass with his horns while he had his snout lodged under the Sheppie's wagging tail. Every breath he took brought thick musk deep into his lungs, straight from the source at the Sheppie's musky, tangy ass crack. His tongue was big and slippery and it was currently going up and down as per ordered, sweeping Hector's taint with careful, revelling pace that was clearly a practiced act of lewd tail action under a horny male's tail, not merely beginner's enthusiasm in the act of eating out a sweaty butthole. At this time, he was but making brief ventures there yet, whenever his big tongue reached the apex of its trip before the way down. Then the slick, slightly raspy tongue would meet with the smooth, wrinkled skin of the muscular hole under the Sheppie's tail, touch it, and make the strong asspucker clench powerfully. There was an added metallic touch to it, too, due to the fact that before the Sheppie had settled himself into a position where he could comfortably watch the other proceeding in the room and get himself a royal rimming, Hector had inserted his favourite sex toy into his rectum. The doggie's hole now contained a butt plug made out of stainless, shiny steel, anatomically designed to press down onto the prostate with every little flex of the muscles inside his body, as well as the clenching of his asshole, which would then helplessly squeeze down on the thin metal ending into a steel ring at the very end of the toy.

The bull was for once glad that he didn't have a tongue piercing, though that certainly might have been interesting. Even that lack didn't mean that he wasn't doing a good job. Every slick swipe over that hot little hole was making the toy churn inside the Sheppie's slick tail tunnel, rubbing him from within ever as he was licked by the submissive bull. The teasing from behind kept Hector's cock hard and pulsing. A small trickle of pre-cum was already dripping from the red tip.

A lewd smirk spread the doggie's long muzzle at both the slurping noises coming from under his tail and the dominant beefcake bull's cheerful demeanour, not to mention the fact that his boyfriend was having a great time by playing around with the special bovine guest star going to town on the horse's ass.

"Going at it like his life depended on it," Hector grinned and made sure to smack the bull over the head with his tail for emphasis.

Roger the bull moaned with submissive pleasure, strong enough that it sent a vibration through his lips and tongue and into the Sheppie's sensitive asshole. The toy jumped and pressed into his prostate like a particularly firm fingertip. The prodding action caused another drop of precum to ooze out of the dog's aroused member. The carpet was looking like it was going to need a dry cleaning before it could again be called a normal carpet and not one that had seen brothel-rated horny buttsex action taking place between four guys who were connected together by two dedicated relationships and the ever present want to fuck.

"Yup," Hector grinned to himself and let himself enjoy the ass washing to its fullest, "practically purring back there."

The bull smiled against his faceful of ass and kept going at it, if only to prove himself as the ass bitch that he was.

"Heheh!" Rodney celebrated the news by a smack over Scott's ass.

"AUGH!" the stallion yelped, jumping in the air from the smarting feel over his lustrous butt. The bull's hands grabbed down on him and one even sneaked between their bodies to give a squeeze on Scott's leaking cock. The horse moaned and bucked his hips forward to get the best out of the touch. It proved to be fleeting, as Rodney moved his hand over to the stallion's thigh and rubbed that instead.

"Heheh, sweetcheeks," the bull grinned, rubbing his other hand up and down the broad rump that might have as well had "FUCK ME HARD!" emblazed over it.

Hector pushed his own ass back towards the lustfully flowing tongue and chuckled at the cheeky play that was taking place on the couch, fully enjoying the sight of his boyfriend having a good time with their mutual fuckbuddy of a bull.

"Hot ass huh?" the Sheppie teased. Hector let his voice fall into a deep, dominant growl that everyone in the room was very familiar with, and would well know that it was the canine's bedroom voice.

Knowing the doggie's sexual habits, he might as well called it his regular voice.

Rodney squeezed in a handful and licked the moaning stallion's sweaty neck. He savoured the musk and the slightly salty tang of the slickness over the horse's wet, brown skin and fur.

"Almost as hot as my Roger's," the bull replied. "Nice and tight..."

The bull being spoken about rumbled happily and made sure to treat the Sheppie to a good anal tongue bath. He wanted to make his boyfriend proud by proving himself to be worthy of Rodney's compliments.

Hector breathed out sharply at the feeling of the added heat going on under his tail, but stayed still, and stood fast.

"You heard that, Scott?" the Sheppie continued in his sexy low rumble, "Rodney likes your ass..."

Scott smiled happily and pushed his rump back against the exploring paw resting on his right ass cheek. He was enjoying the feeling of the bull's thick fingers digging into his supple meat, and how the pressure was tugging in his sensitive asshole as well at the same time. It made his tailgate pulse and throb excitedly, as much as his own cock was doing, leaking and reminding everyone of the stallion's masculinity, no matter how happy he was playing the subservient role.

"Thank you Rodney," the stallion breathed out with a voice full of gratitude.

Rodney chuckled and kept on groping the horse's inviting tush and tailbase with glee.

"And polite too...gotta like that about a bitch," the bull licked his lips.

Hector reached over with his paw and placed it firmly over the back of Roger's head, to remind the bull about who was the boss here, and let his fingertips dig into the soft headfurs before they reached skin and grabbed the bull properly. Roger let out a breathless moan that washed down in a hot stream over the Sheppie's taint and made his balls jump and his tailhole clench down desperately around the intrusion of the warm metal.

Even Hector needed a moment to get through the sheer pleasure of the moment, before he could speak again, heckling the sexual fervour in the room up to an even higher level of sheer lewdness.

"He'll call you anything you want as long as he gets cock out of it," the Sheppie grinned rudely.

Rodney's laughter was loud enough to practically make the windows shake in the well-appointed, cozy living room come sex dungeon.

Scott simply nodded in agreement.

"Awwwww..." Rodney's voice was still tinted with laugher when he watched the stallion's pouty lips and sweaty mane of hair, now a full sweaty tangle that felt slick under his palm when he drew his hand through the blonde fur. "Come here..."

The bull plastered his hand behind the stallion's neck and pulled him into a heated kiss, much like Hector was doing for the other bovine in the room, though in his case, Roger was kissing a whole different pair of pursed lips amidst muscular ass cheeks. Rodney's kiss might have been slopping wet, but Scott wasn't having spit running over his cheeks quiet yet...Hector, on the other paw, was having quite the nice coating going on, and kept warm by the bull's heated breathing. It felt sexy as fuck, and made the Sheppie even more aroused, and wanting more.

Rodney reamed Scott's maw with his tongue for a few moments before he pulled out with a loud slurping sound and parted from the horse's lips with a hearty, sloppy lick over them.

"Hmmm...a great muzzle you got there...I want it over my cock now, Scott...get onto your knees."

The bull leaned back on the couch and folded his hands behind his neck in the classic sign of dominant laziness, as if to show that he was not about to move an inch for his pleasure, but it was to be the horse's doing entirely. Scott's eyes seemed to light up at the command, though, and he wasted no time in scurrying his sweet ass off the couch and then down to his knees between the bull's spread legs.

The sight was something to behold, to say the least, for the stallion whose tongue instantly hung out of his muzzle as he knelt there and took in the masculine equipment belonging to the hot bodybuilding bull. The thighs were massively thick and perfectly framed the orange-sized balls in their fuzzy sac. The pink cock seemed immensely thick. It rested against the bull's numerous abdominal muscles, throbbing and pulsing and jumping like a fish out of water gasping for breath. It was drooling as much pre as Scott was expelling from the tip of his tongue hanging out of his muzzle.

The stallion looked almost tentative when he reached with his hands and placed them over the bull's thick thighs. The muscles tensed under his touch. Scott gasped, and his own cock throbbed.

Hector snorted.

"Why don't you make him beg for it, Rodney?" the Sheppie growled.

The bull's eyes moved from watching the kneeling stallion to the Sheppie receiving a rimjob, and then a broad smirk appeared over his thick lips.

"Don't get ahead of business, Hector," the bull grinned.

SMACK!

He had just made his cock slap his stomach, by the sheer power of the muscles inside his abdomen, using those special secret manmuscles for a remarkable display of self-control and erotic prowess.

SMACK!

The stallion's ears flicked up and down swiftly from the sheer sound of that slapping noise, of bare, slick skin smacking against silky fur and thick muscled packed together on the bull's stomach. his muzzle was still open, forgotten into open position by the eroticism of the moment, of the bull showing just what he was packing down there for the stallion to enjoy.

"Holy fuck..." Hector grunted, watching the aggressive angle of the cock as it made the up and down SMACK! over the bull's brown-furred belly.

"Told ya," the bull made a point of adjusting his hands behind his neck and tilting his head a little, to show that he was really getting comfortable for the long run. "Gonna make him look at it until he can't do anything but beg for it to get down his throat."

Hector's own cock pulsed in approval, and the feeling was concurred by the Sheppie's sexually addled mind as well. He grinned and licked his lips, and wriggled his ass a little. The bull let out a muffled moan of surprise, but wouldn't move away from the position under the Sheppie's wagging tail.

Scott whimpered audibly, and true say, his eyes were fixed on the sight of the aggressive tool of sexual might, now resting after its earlier feat, and obviously being simply gobbleable at a moment's notice, should the horse given the permission to have a taste. Before that, all he could de was to watch it there, big, hard, 10 inches of joy, like a present he knew he was going to have for Christmas, but Christmas Day was still one looooong night away.

"Ain't it pretty, Scott?" Rodney muttered under his rough breath. "It's ten inches, man...even Roger sometimes struggles to have it in his tight little butthole...and believe me, man, this baby here..."

SMACK!

"...he likes buttholes..."

Scott whimpered and licked his lips wet with his slick tongue, as if preparing to take the tip of that thigh length between them and giving it the lightest of suckles, to say him thank you for being there.

"...oh yes...he likes them plenty..."

SMACK!

Hector's own cock jumped from another prod on his prostate, but even he couldn't muster quite that sort of a display, at least not now that he was being teased so expertly under his tail that it was slowly staring to become...distracting.

"...do you want to kiss him before he goes into your butthole, Scott?"

The stallion nodded viciously, his ears flicking along to the hurried gesture while his eyes never left the prize in his field of vision. The bull grunted.

"You want to kiss my cock before I fuck you, Scott?"

"Yes...yes Rodney..." the stallion breathed out in a voice that was barely louder than a whimper.

SMACK!

"Thinking about my cock makes you feel so hot, doesn't it, Scott?" Rodney drawled as he watched the stallion's pitiful display, combined with the not at all pitiful spire of cock jutting out of the horse's groin.

"Yes..."

"Thinking about my cock in your tight little butthole makes you hot, Scott?"

"Yes!"

SMACK!

"Think you can handle it?" the bull grinned.

"I want it..." the stallion moaned.

The bull's eyes seemed to flash with dark delight.

"Put your nose on my balls, but don't do anything else or you won't be getting it tonight, horsey boy,"

Scott's ears flicked sharply at the command, the first proper one that had come from the bull so far. It touched the submissive streak in his mind, deeply buried beneath into the core of his personality, and tricked the exactly the right places, to make the horse feel like the most wanted fur in the world, for that simple fact that he was willing to help the bull get his rocks off in any way he liked. If that involved a little bit of begging, he wouldn't mind.

"Please?" the horse whispered.

Rodney smirked broadly.

"Get to it, bitch," the bull grunted.

The horse approached his target with slowness fit for the importance of the moment. He craned his neck down and maintained eye contact with the thick shaft and the impressive balls that he had been ordered to touch by the bull they belonged to, and for now, he belonged to Rodney, and for the purposes of his pleasure. The bull knew what he wanted, and he wanted Scott, and the stallion was more than ready to oblige. His nostrils already were flaring as he took deep breaths. He sampled the thick scent, the musk, sweat and sheer masculinity combining into a heady mixture in the skin and fur covering the bull's large family jewels.

The bulging sac felt so soft and warm that he couldn't help but whimper and expel a snort of hot air over the bull's sensitive skin.

Rodney mooed.

"Oh fuck...shit...don't you move, stallion...just...shit...stay there..."

Scott neighed very softly and stayed as he was. He only let his snout-like nose touch the bull's warm, leathery balls. He did nothing else but remained as he was, savouring the scent, the smell and the feel of the bull's proud low hangers that produced such delicious loads, too.

"Oh yes..."

Hector was enjoying the impromptu peep show taking place in his living room, but he knew that he wanted more fun, too, and he had a bull of his own to play with any way he wanted. Roger was still doing a great job eating out his asshole and keeping the Sheppie solid hard and leaking, not to mention the constant throb of the presence within his tailhole, the forbidden territory inside a male's body that could bring so much pleasure as long as you held an open mind and owned a bottle of high quality lube.

Just like the one Hector always held for spare in the special box by the couch that acted as a sort of a little table for holding Scott's Guns and Ammo magazines and whatever else you might want to drop out of your paws while in the living room.

Oh yes.

That box might come handy at the moment's notice.

Hector gave a little push onto the back of the subby bull's neck before he stepped forward. A rush of coolness immediately touched his slick ass crack due to the loss of the hot contact between Roger's tongue and the Sheppie's own ass. The bull let out a gasp of surprise, and of longing, surely, though the dog couldn't see the other male's face at the moment, not until he turned around and looked down at the bull, still there on all fours. His chin was soaked with spit and his tongue glistened with the stuff as well, well visible between his hotly panting lips. He looked utterly fucked up, and that only added to the allure, besides the hot, muscled body, the arms that looked like he could bench press 400 pounds just like that, and the little sweaty goatee that decorated the bull's broad chin.

Roger was a hunk alright, and that made it all the better for the roughhousing doggie intending to bury his body really deep soon.

"Stay," Hector grunted.

Roger smirked and wagged his tail for emphasis. Hector kept his eyes on the kneeling male long enough to catch a few smacks of his tail against his broad rump before he moved on, to walk himself over to the couch. Rodney was sitting there with the stallion's muzzle pressed down to his groin, simply breathing the bovine's balls in without being allowed to experience them in any other way but via their horny scent. Hector grinned and patted the bull's shoulder in approval as he approached.

"He's hot number," Hector smirked.

Rodney smirked and smacked his cock against his belly again. It made a slippery slap that caused Hector's ears to jump, too.

"Fuck yeah!"

Scott's sexy whimpering echoed in the Sheppie's mind when he crouched by the couch and tossed the glossy magazines away from top of the green box that had been made to look like an old style ammunition box, complete with camouflage pain and stencilled "LIVE AMMO" text on the side. Hector clicked the lid open with a simple push of his thump, and then opened the box of treasures. He couldn't help but reach down to give a nice squeeze and a tug to his own cock while he surveyed the neatly arranged contents. The Sheppie growled with pleasure at the manually administered pleasure he experienced, but did not let that distract himself too much. He was a man on a mission, after all, and soon he had to abandon any further self-fun for he had to gather things for both paws.

"Hot damn..." Rodney rumbled when the Sheppie walked past again, heading towards the bull on all fours on the other side of the room.

Roger's smirk immediately widened at the sight of the objects the Sheppie held in his paws, and made him lick his lips.

"Hmmm...naughty doggie's got some toys for me..." the bull declared, sounding much too slutty than you might imagine for someone whose voice was as dark and rough as the one that belonged to Roger, not a small man by any definition of the word.

"You fucking bet I do," Hector grinned, wagging his tail.

Roger's eyes flashed.

"Do I have to beg for it too?" the bull smirked.

Hector shook his head.

"Won't give you that pleasure yet, Roger," the Sheppie snorted. "Now get up and bend over this chair like a good boy, we'll see about the begging part soon."

The bull heaved himself up to his hooves without a hitch, with a considerably thick and burgeoning erection leading his way as he took the couple of steps required to take him to stand where Hector was before. He made sure to wave his tail alluringly at the Sheppie and grin at him over broadly slung shoulders when he put his hands down onto the leather of the backrest and pushed his ass back.

Hector took a moment to simply admire the globes of the butt he was going to be performing ruthlessly dirty acts in only a moment's notice. It was big, firm and round, a bit like his own boyfriend's, though the sheer size of Roger's body in comparison to Scott's made it still appear bigger, and juicier, than the by all means fantastic as belonging to the horse. You could see the curves of the hip bones, and unto them clung the round, beefy halves that were composed of sheer delicious 100% beef. If Hector's paws hadn't been full, he'd certainly already been busy pinching and groping the massive hunky ass with all he got.

"Like what you see?" Roger grinned and wriggled the ass, and did not forget to tip his tail to the side as well so that the Sheppie could catch a good glimpse of the slightly rosy-hued asshole nestled into a hot wrinkled dimple between those impressive mounds of manmeat.

"Okay...now lick them, Scott."

That was Rodney.

Hector tried not to get too distracted by the sounds of his boyfriend tonguebathing his friend's balls, and instead concentrated on what he had in mind for Roger's own tight rear end. His paws held the tools, now he only had to apply them, and that would be a major part of the fun for him...getting ready for the dirty.

The Sheppie quickly decided where to start, and then placed one of the items he had picked up with him to the floor. He was only left with a big bottle of lube and a rather sizeable black object nestled on one of his paws. The bull was eyeing it now, seeing how it was prominently displayed by the Sheppie intending to use it on the lustily gazing male. Roger let out an aroused chuff.

"Ohhh nice..." the bull grinned.

The top of the lube bottle clapped as it opened.

"Hmmmmyeah...suck them..." Rodney sure sounded like he was enjoying himself.

Hector wasted no time in stroking his paws over the black, smooth plastic of the big butt plug. He made sure not to miss any spots while he went up and down, and let his fingers accommodate the changing size of the object while it flowed under his palm-. The plug was one of the models that were long rather than girthy, at least eight inches of tapering length and a maximum thickness of perhaps two inches, near the base where the whole object finally flared into the blunt end that was designed to make sure a sex object didn't become a foreign rectal object and a trip to the emergency room.

The lube smelled almost like nothing, and that was sexy, by the Sheppie's long acquaintance with such products. Like meeting an old friend from your childhood who still smelled the same after all those years, and made you instantly feel like you had known for ages.

The slippery sound his voice made was like a hello spoken in greeting, and a promise.

"Spread them, Roger," Hector spoke roughly once he decided that he was done.

Roger winked and batted an ear.

"Sure do, boss," the bull smirked.

Hector watched how the beefy shoulder slung back even more with the movement of those thick arms. The bull's hands landed on his thickly muscled ass cheeks and took a good hold of them for the purpose of prying them open. Roger already moaned softly at the feeling of his muscles being stretched by his own hands as he pulled his rump cheeks apart in the way he was told to do, to better expose his hidden hole for the Sheppie's dirty administrations. The Doggie's eyes roamed over the curves of the ass and the thick ballsac that crowned the bull's taint, below the wrinkle of skin and the tailhole itself. The bull's asshole was surrounded by some black, fine hair that were stuck onto his skin due to the amount of sweat that had gathered there. If Hector was feeling hot at the moment, the bull, it seemed, was sweating like the proverbial pig.

"You want this?" Hector grunted.

"I want that toy in my ass, Hector," the bull replied instantly and pushed his ass backwards, just a little, to highlight his plead. "Stick it in deep, Hector."

Hector practically lunged forward and stepped right close to the bull. He treated him to a customary smack first, over each cheek, and made the bull grunt and rumble on both times, and made the muscles on his back roll pleasantly. His tail slapped the side of the chair.

"Uhmph"! the bull grunted.

"Fuck yeah..." Rodney concerted.

Hector gave a quick look to what was going on at the other side of the room. He saw that the bull now had one hand resting behind Scott's neck in a guiding gesture, to keep the stallion going up and down the bull's cock, by simply licking its immense length and making it wholly wet and glistening with the horse's copious saliva. That made Hector smile, knowing that his boyfriend was having a fun time during their long overdue group session with their best friends, Roger and Rodney.

Hector snorted and prepared to get very friendly with his friend's ass by placing one paw over the right ass cheek.

"You ready for some butt fun, Roger?" the Sheppie drawled.

"Get it deep into my dirty butthole, Hector," the bull moaned.

Hector slapped the offered ass cheek and treated the bull to the special feeling of having the slick tip of the toy slide up his ass crack and lodge into place against his thickly muscled bullhole. The lube smeared over the bull's pucker and made it throb in welcome of the new presence there.

"Rodney lets you kiss with that dirty maw of yours?" Hector grunted.

Roger licked his lips wetly.

"Especially when it's dirty," the bull looked almost wolfish as he made his declaration.

His lips soon pulled into a mighty moo when Hector drove the toy forward and nudged it against the bull's lightly trembling asshole. The lube mixed with the sweat there and made a frothy layer that covered up the big male's bare skin nicely, especially with the few slick strokes of the inanimate tool that was to be soon skewered deep into the bull's precious pucker. Hector kept his spare paw busy too, rubbing it up and down the bull's inviting rear while his other paw kept the toy ready to take the plunge.

On the couch, Rodney was having a great time with the stallion going down on him. Scott worshipped his mighty cock with his slippery tongue and his lips that aimed to cover every inch with as much diligent attention as possible. The salty pre tasted wonderful on his tongue, slick and simply perfect for the stallion's preference for manly musk and sexual juices. His own cock drooled a steady streak to the floor between his spread legs, but that wasn't his priority now, but what he could get from the bull. Rodney's hand was guiding him lightly, and so far the bull had resisted the temptation to order the stallion to take him fully into his muzzle. He seemed to all content with the teasing as of yet, and making the stallion wait for the main course.

Scott didn't mind.

"Hmppph...yes...horsey likes it..." Rodney spoke mostly to himself as he watched the head bob up and down over his wet, pink shaft.

"Hmpppph" Scott replied over the slick skin, and made it pulse.

"AUGH!"

Rodney's ears flicked sharply at the sound coming from the other side of the room. He was almost lazy with the way he lifted his eyes up from the top of the stallion's head and fixed his gaze at the shape of his boyfriend by the armchair. Judging from the expression of bliss on his face, the Sheppie had just showed all the numerous inches of the lubed toy right into the bull's awaiting tailhole. He now had his rectum filled with cool plastic, and he was enjoying it immensely by the looks of it, as much as he liked the swats that were still coming at irregular intervals from the Sheppie's dirty paw.

"Oh yeah..." Rodney drawled and winked at his mooing mate across the room.

"Butt slut likes it..." Hector grinned as he admired the sight of the toy all the way inside the bull, with only the thick end pushing out of the bull's tight rump hole.

"Nice and big..." Roger mooed.

Rodney slipped his hand away from the horse's neck and cupped his chin instead. The stallion stopped what he was doing, mid-lick, obediently waiting for his next order. He didn't raise his eyes, a fact that pleased Rodney due to its submissive nature.

"Here you go, Scott..." Rodney ticked the corner of the horse's maw with his thumb and then made a move to push it between the stallion's slick lips. "Something for you before the big treat..."

Scott opened his muzzle obediently and took the thick, fleshy thumb into his muzzle before the proceeded to suckle on it as if it was a delicious cock and not merely a digit the bull had dedicated for the practicing of his oral talents for the moment. The throbbing of the stallion's cock was not reduced by the fact, and he went for it, licking and sucking on the firm length with delight.

"Hmmm yes..."

Hector admired the sight of the butt plug jumping up and down as the bull's insides squeezed on it from all sides. The Sheppie knew that he had barely started on it yet, however, and made a move to pick his other toy from the floor where it had been earlier abandoned in favour of the thick butt plug and the joy of stuffing that into the bull's awaiting hole.

It was a strange item, composed of clear plastic and leather, and seemed weighty on Hector's paw as he rolled it around in his grip. The main part of the toy was a clear plastic tube, ten inches long, wobbly, and covered in plastic nubs on the inside. This slightly lopsided silicone object was attached to lengths of black leather that were complete with miniature shiny metal buckles. They hung to the sides when the bottle of lube appeared next and made a rude sound when the Sheppie discharged a hefty amount into the open hole at the end of the toy. Roger didn't forget to give the mysterious apparatus a good looking while the Sheppie fiddled with it, adjusting the leather straps. His massive cock's tip pulsed against the back of the chair and left a mark.

"Fuck yeah..." the bull grinned.

"Turn around," Hector commanded.

The bull rolled his shoulders teasingly when he turned his great bulk around, to hide his delicious butt from the view for now, though he provided a hefty dick in return, and the Sheppie could not find anything bad about that switch. In fact, he wasted no time in getting his paw around the bull cock now presented for him. Roger mooed softly when he felt the slick touch of still lubed fingers exploring his length. They went up from the base by the fold of skin that marked his thick sheath and up to the pointed, tapering tip which was leaking like the proverbial faucet, drizzling pre at an impressive rate. Hector made sure to stroke his thumb over the streak of pre and then lift it to his muzzle for a taste. It was much like what his boyfriend was doing at the moment, sucking on Rodney's thick thumb and listening to the bull's rough growls and muttered obscenities.

"Big boy..." Hector grinned.

Roger flicked a sweaty ear at the Sheppie and smirked eagerly.

"Think that's big enough for me?" the bull pointed quickly at the apparatus hanging from the Sheppie's paw.

Hector winked and grumbled darkly.

"SuperDongTrap 4000 Extra Large," the Sheppie pitched. "If it's big enough for Scott, it's big enough for you, big boy."

"You bet," Hector waved the toy menacingly and made the clear, lubed plastic wobble in the air in front of the soon to be dongtrapped bull.

"Gimme it to me then," the bull pouted and made big eyes at the shorter male.

Hector grabbed Roger's cock about two inches below the very tip, and then brought the toy into place to hover over that massive length of dick now in his grasp. It throbbed between his fingers, and the bull mooed softly at the stimulation so far. Hector aligned the hole on the top of the toy with the pointed tip and then pushed it down. The bull's cock jumped and he let out a big, manly grunt when the slick plastic closed around his shaft, soon an inch by inch, too. Hector slid it down quickly and watched how the pink length appeared amidst the clear plastic. The little bumps on the inside of the sleeve must have felt wonderful, if judged by amount of grunting and rumbling Roger was doing when he got the toy pushed down all the way over his massive length. The leather straps jingled against Roger's thighs about the time when he finally bottomed out and got his entire cock inside the alien object. He was already shooting pre inside it by the time the slick opening touched his sheath.

"Fuuuuuuuuu..." Roger groaned spontaneously.

"Hold this for me will you?" Hector snorted.

The bull took an obedient grip of his own sheathed shaft and held it up so that the Sheppie had both of his paws free for what came next. He closed his pads around the thinner leather straps first, designated to go snugly around the bull's low-hanging balls. Roger moaned with delight as he felt the skin of his sac become tight around his big spheres, and from the feel of fingerpads stroking his sensitive skin. By the time the Sheppie was finished with the strap, the bull felt even more pent up than before.

"Turn around," Hector ordered.

The bull winked before he again presented his ass for the bull, though both of them knew that this time it wasn't to let the Sheppie to inflict more butt fun on Roger, but to grab the thick leather strap and apply it around the bull's waist. It was as wide as a normal belt, and obviously needed to keep the whole contraption in place over the bull's balls and his cock, paws free. Hector was rumbling contently to himself when he traced the sweaty skin on the small of the bull's back in search of the proper hole along the strap. The Sheppie had to admit that he had a little bit of a thing for leather, though nothing like the two bulls they were playing with. The sight of Rodney appearing in his full black leather outfit was certainly something that got the doggie's juices flowing, but this time they were going with a slightly less intricate set up. Maybe during their return visit to the bulls' nice home.

Hector decided to treat the bull to a hearty smack over his butt before he stepped back and admired the work of his dirty paws for a few moments.

"I think you're about ready to get back to all fours, Roger," the bull declared.

Rodney snickered at the sight of his boyfriend's bouncing plastic-enclosed cock while the big bull made his bowlegged walk towards his usual bitching post on the carpeted side of the room.

"I got him that for Christmas and he wouldn't stop wearing it for a week," the bull noted and got a broad grin from both Hector and Roger, as they turned to look at the solemnly swearing male.

"Sounds like Scott and his TruMan vibrator plug," Hector replied casually.

Rodney's eyes turned down to the stallion who was still busy at work sucking on the bull's thumb as if his life depended on it. The bull grinned and tugged on Scott's ear with his spare paw, a moment before he pulled his by now tingling digit out of the horse's ravenous muzzle.

"I think you're ready to get something bigger now..." the bull grinned.

The stallion gave a tired smile and a nod, and watched how Rodney grabbed the base of his cock and lifted it up into a veritable spire of hot flesh trying to reach up to the ceiling.

"Please, Rodney?" Scott breathed.

The bull nodded.

"Yes, Scott," the bull grunted roughly. "Open up, and don't forget those balls."

Scott's lips were practically quivering by the time they touched the very tip of the bull's member in a worshipping kiss on that piece of masculine meat waiting for him. The first touch made him determined to not stop until his lips would touch the curly hair on the bull's groin.

A hand landed behind his neck and pushed.

"Oh yes...take it, Scott...show me what you're made of."

Hector's ears perked at the loud, content moo Rodney left when first inches of his cock became warmly imbedded inside the horse's talented muzzle. It made his own dick pulse hotly and cause further throbbing inside his own stuffed tailhole as well.

"Hmmm..."

Hector looked down to see Roger eyeing his cock from the comfortable distance of a few inches between his snout and the oozing tip of the formidable doggie dick. He was smiling.

"Come on then," Hector grunted.

The paw fell onto the bull's neck and only caused Roger's smile to broaden. Hector only had to made a quick tug to cause the slick tip of his cock to push against the bull's cheek. The pre made an instant wet trail there and made both males gasp, one with surprise, one with pleasure over his throbbing skin. Hector grumbled.

"Hmmm...marking the bitch so that everyone knows what he'd been having in his muzzle..."

Roger lifted his paws without hesitation and cupped the Sheppie's furry butt cheeks, for that extra pleasure he was allowed to give for the doggie. Hector was busy playing with his cock and smearing even more pre over the bull's cheeks, but appreciated the gesture nonetheless with a loud rumble.

The stallion's muffled noises around Rodney's cock only spurred him on.

"You want it?" Hector manipulated himself over the bull's slick lips. "Tell me you want it."

"I want it, Hector," the bull groaned.

His eyes were practically crossing in his attempt to keep his eyes on the object of his desire.

"You want it?"

"Please, Hector..please..."

The cock pressed against the bull's lips, but didn't enter.

"Hmpphh..."

Hector's paws closed over Roger's cheeks and held him fast.

The Sheppie's cock dug a groove over the bull's broad tongue when he passed through the ring of his lips and then into the warm, wet muzzle. His four inches fit without the chance of gagging the bull, but nonetheless, the thickness soon caused wet gurgling sounds to come out of Roger's throat. The Sheppie held a firm grip on the bull's muzzle while he used him for a rough, bucking mawfucking that soon had him panting and wagging his tail loudly. Spit soon soaked his balls and made them jangle slickly together and slap against Roger's chin once Hector started a proper bucking motion into his makeshift fuckhole.

They were almost louder than the other pair, where too one party was trying to take it like a man while the other simply enjoying being subjected to such a nice teasing that was given by a hot muzzle and a talented tongue. Scott's long muzzle really came in handy when it came to swallowing all the inches Rodney could offer. but it still was something of a struggle to accommodate the final inches that threatened to enter into his throat. One of the stallion's hands cradled the bull's big balls gently. He did not forget to give them the occasional squeeze even if he was concentrating on giving oral pleasure to the demanding bull. Rodney's thick thighs flared with energy that was held back and not unleashed into fucking the stallion's face. He would let the horse take his time and do it at his own pace, because that added an element of surprise that certainly pleased the horny male. There was nothing to complain about hot head he was getting even now.

"Hmmm fuck..." Hector groaned in pleasure.

Rodney cleared his throat roughly.

"Nice and hot down there?" the bull called out and from the corner of his eye observed the flexing of Hector's delicious and unfortunately off-limits ass when the Sheppie muzzlefucked Rodney's bull.

Hector's voice sounded strained. His tail flicked from side to side quickly. Roger gurgled.

"Yeeeeeesssss..." the doggie slurred.

Scott bottomed out and swallowed. Rodney mooed.

"Fucking hell..."

The stallion's lips glided up his shaft with an accompanying slurp.

"Shit...your horse gives some fucking good head too..."

Scott smiled proudly around his muzzleful of cock and began the slow trip down towards the bull's balls.

Hector's cock churned inside Roger's snout. His balls slapped against the bull's chin.

"The...hhhhhh....best!" the Sheppie groaned.

The stallion swallowed.

"SHIT!"

Rodney's balls tingled in a very familiar manner, the one that made him push his hand against the top of the stallion's head to make him stop what he was doing.

"Oh shit..."

Scott looked up to the bull's pleasure-crunched face and held still, the cock still throbbing against his tongue. The bull gave his forehead a gentle push and prompted the stallion to lift his head up. The horse took a deep breath once the cock slipped away from his lips and fell heavily over the bull's thickly muscled belly.

Both males were panting.

"Shit, almost made me blow my wad," Rodney grunted.

Scott smiled a little in a very private pride.

"Shit..." the bull dropped his hands down to his sides and breathed deeply.

Scott sat onto his haunches and watched longingly.

Hector glanced over his shoulder, roused by the lack of dirty talk and sounds coming from that direction, and smirked, without stopping how own reaming action for even a second.

"Wore you out that quickly, Rod?" the Sheppie winked.

Rodney chuckled throatily.

"He's damn good alright," the bull rumbled.

Roger gurgled.

"So is your...bull!" the Sheppie grunted as he drove himself home.

Rodney wiped some sweat from his forehead and looked down at the aroused stallion perched on his haunches between the bull's outstretched legs. The horse already looked like a mess. He had pre all over his belly and his face. His mane was a tangle of sweaty furs. He was panting and his eye s burned with desire still, the want for release, and for giving that as well, to the bull.

It was a look of worship.

"Yeah..." Rodney snorted

Hector pulled out completely from Roger's snout and received a gasp of surprise when the bull realized that his muzzle had suddenly become unoccupied. Spit gushed out of his maw and over his chin. Roger hurried to swallow, but it was too late.

The Sheppie smirked and turned to face the bull on the other side of the room.

"I think we're about ready to give them what they want, Rod," the Sheppie grinned.

"You bet!" the bull replied in an oddly tired voice.

Hector turned down to look at the panting bull and smirked. His paw flicked.

"Get on all fours over there, Roger."

Hector moved over to retrieve the abandoned bottle of lube and left the floor free for Roger to shuffle over on his knees towards the indicated spot. His trapped cock bounced inside the plastic sleeve with everyone movement and stroked him endlessly. The bull was panting by the time he reached the place where he was wanted and heaved himself comfortably down onto what had to be his favourite posture.

"Go on and face him, Scott," Hector 's voice cut the air again, over the panting breaths of the four males in the rut.

Scott was in no mind to disobey. He didn't bother to get up to his hooves, but rather mimicked the bull and stayed on his knees until he too dropped onto a position that left him only a few inches away from the smiling, passionate face of the bull.

"Hehehheheh" Rodney chuckled, getting off the couch.

"Makes for a nice little furpile I think," Hector grinned.

The lid popped.

"Oh yes," Rodney grinned.

The bull got onto his knees behind the upturned rump of the stallion and he wasted no time in getting his paws all over the lusty brown curves of that offered piece of tail. Scott began to neigh and nicker softy, and to push himself back against the paws taking their time touching the stallion's hot ass. Hector was soon in a similar position behind the bull and busy spreading a fine coating of lube over his pink ass buster.

"Here you go!" the Sheppie yelped and tossed over the bottle.

"Gotcha!" Rodney sounded gleeful when his paw closed around the bottle, mid-air.

Hector wasted little time in the way of groping Roger's ass, but he did spend a considering time in the act of getting the butt plug out of the way. It was fun to watch how the tight ring-shaped muscle pulled itself closed again once the plug made its way out of the glistening butthole. The hole winked pleasantly at Hector. Roger let out a pleased moan at the sensation. His tail swished against Hector's arm and made the Sheppie grumble.

"Sorry, Hector," Rodney chuckled suddenly.

"Huh?" Hector's eyes barely left the sight of the softly mooing bull's thick rump.

The bull waved the bottle briefly before he tossed it casually to the side and slapped his hand down over Scott's rear.

"You're out of lube," Rodney smirked.

Hector prodded Roger's asshole with his thumb and found it to be pleasantly tight, fleshly, and ready for his beer can thick cock to slide into its inviting depths.

"It's a refill bottle," Scott moaned.

Rodney chuckled and swatted the stallion's ass as a reward for his cheekiness. The yelping, smarting moment distracted him perfectly so that the bull could shuffle forward and push his entire thick shaft between the melon-shaped halves of the stallion's ass. Rodney grabbed onto Scott's hips and pulled their hips together so firmly that their balls already made contact, and liked each other a great deal. Hector smirked over the prone bodies of their respective lovers and mimicked the motion. Roger mooed and wriggled his butt cheeks around the thick meat suddenly found between them.

Hector puffed out his cheeks and ground his hips against the bull's. He hissed.

"Why don't we make a deal, Rodney?" the confident male grinned.

Rodney slowly humped his dick between the stallion's buns.

"What do you have in mind?" the bull rumbled.

Hector smirked.

"The one who cums first is a wuss and has to give a rimjob to the one one who cums last," the Sheppie suggested.

Rodney winked and smacked the floor with his tail.

"Been a while since I had a nice doggie tongue up my chute," the bull growled. "You're on."

Roger mooed.

"Can't we take part, pleeeeease?" the bull pushed back against the Sheppie's thick cock.

"Pleeeeeease?" Scott raised his head and mimicked both the call and the ass wriggle, grinding against the bull's lap.

Rodney chuffed and gave the stallion's ass a slap on both sides.

"You guys can eat out each other's asses once we're done with them," the bull grunted.

"Yeah...UMPH!" Roger's triumphant call was turned into a loud grunt when a sudden heat and pressure crashed against his pucker.

Hector barked and hunched himself over the bull properly. His hips flexed forward and pushed his blunt cocktip even more strongly against the bull's asshole. Tension rolled through Roger's body, and his head was held up.

Rodney grunted.

"Hey, you cheat!" the bull snorted.

Hector bit his teeth together and pushed. And pushed.

Roger mooed and slung his head down.

Rodney scowled menacingly and manipulated his tip into position. He wasted no time in putting his weight into it, and he watched how the flesh strained beneath the narrow tip of his dick, only for a moment, before the stallion's obedient asshole flexed and gave entry to the first inches. The bull's body heaved forward at the sudden give and in process thrust another two or three inches in. The stallion grunted.

"Aaaghh..."

"Fuck..." Rodney added.

Hector's claws dug to the sides of Roger's beefy ass when he pulled it towards his own straining dig at the same time as he pushed forward with all his might. The thick muscled ring complained for a moment and sent a pulse of pain through the bull's ass. Once the resistance was won, though, there was no stopping before the Sheppie's hips slammed against Roger's in one, single motion.

"UMPH!"

It might've only been four inches unlike Rodney's ten, but it was thick, and it was there and it was pulsing and belonged to a very horny dog who did not have any qualms about using it on the bull's hot backside. Roger was mooing and grunting still, but the Sheppie would not be stopped. His paws slid higher up the bull's side and caught whatever beefy he could find, to add extra leverage before Hector was ready to really do some real buttfucking.

Rodney's sweaty hair fell over his eyes, but he would not spare a hand to stroke it away. He could still watch how the Sheppie's cock disappeared into his boyfriend, and he certainly knew that he had about half of his own pink ass torpedo filling up the stallion's hot, throbbing depths. There was still a way to go, but the heat was already getting to be almost too good for the bull. His dominant might flared, strongly, and made him puff out his chest and grab tightly over the stallion's hips.

The gripping heat felt too good. His hips simply wouldn't stay still.

He began to fuck.

Both alpha males conquered their asses in a flurry of grunts and hips meeting round, spread ass cheeks. Their cocks throbbed in passionate unison and spilled pre into the respective tail tunnels belonging to the two panting males on all fours and taking it up the ass from two muscular guys showing their lovers what real gay sex meant. They were getting bred by two males who knew what they wanted, and that was getting their wet cocks balls deep into willing holes that could take it, and then some.

Their hips began to rock.

Hector had less length to work with, meaning that what worked best for him was the classic jackrabbit technique of quick, shallow pumping while he kept himself from slipping out unfortunately via the combination of the angle of his knees and his paws gripping tightly over the bull's hips. The sound of his balls sacking against Roger's was soon audible and made the huffing Sheppie's ears flick in delight.

On the other side, Rodney took his sweet time and filled up Scott's butt to the brim with each thrust he made in and out of that inviting rear end. His balls met the stallion in a manner that was much gentler, more of another stroke of fleshy balls against the stallion's own big pair, before he was on the move again. The deep penetration kept the stallion right on panting. He didn't usually get fucked like this, not in a way that made it feel like he was going to get it out of his muzzle when the bull bottomed out. He could reach places Hector couldn't, not that the stallion had anything to complain there, but the bull really could stuff the horse and make him whimper at feeling as full as he ever did.

Sweat poured over all four bodies as they worked each other up to a proper rhythm of bucking and fucking and mooing and crooning, all over each other. Nothing was said besides the grunts and rumbles and the occasional "fuck yeah!" that would spontaneously appear from one straining throat or another. It didn't matter much when they were having this much fun, claiming each other's bodies for pleasure. Clenching assholes got their customary filling. Cocks filled slippery openings and burrowed deep into tight tunnels designated for the taking. They spurred each other on with their moans and the shifting of hips, to offer another interesting angle, or an encouragement.

The very strength of the humping the two bottoms were receiving was enough to push the bull and the stallion together, close enough so that Scott could start kissing Roger. Soon their tongues were battling each other, trying to see which one of them would be the winner of the kiss while their ass ends got filled over and over again but the girthy tools belonging to their hotly snarling boyfriends.

They were all connected now, and aiming for the very messy end that was bound to come soon. Two cocks rammed into butts. Scott's mostly pulsed against his belly. Roger's jumped up and down, propelled by the hammering thrusts up his ass and the weight of the toy closing on him from all directions. The tugging on his balls made him give extra moans against Scott's slick lips, and added to the burn coming from his ass end.

Sex fire.

The pleasure train was well on its way into a heads-on collision. Their movements became faster, more erratic, and less controlled. The lust overtook them, and drove them on.

Scott felt hot panting on his neck and a hand closing around his cock.

The stallion neighed.

The bull's grip was too much for the horse to take. His cock jumped and instantly began to shoot a giant milky load all over the carpet. The pleasure exploded like napalm and filled Scott's belly. The horse moaned and grunted, and deep inside him, the cock belonging to Rodney seemed to become even bigger when the horse' inside clenched down on it with the strength only an orgasm could give. His hole pulsed and massaged the length of cock still coming hard and deep. Rodney's grunts resonated wetly against his neck.

"FuhfuhFUHFUHFUUUUH...!"

Slam!

Rodney drove himself home and let Scott's ass muscles do the rest of the work for him when he went over the edge. He kept on jerking the horse off, though, well in the knowledge that soon he would be oversensitive and unable to stop moaning when his skin became assaulted over and over again by the bull's hand.

Hector could smell the familiar smell of his mate's cum. It filled his nose and inflamed his senses unlike any other male's personal scent could. His body crashed down on the broad back of the bull, while his hips continued to buck. His knot ran through the thick gate of the bull's anus, pushing in and then pulling out through the reticent grip before he went back in again. Each throb of his cock tickled his prostate, via the clenching of his body down on the plug.

The heat was already there and growing.

Roger moaned out sluttily. He was getting so close, and every thrust battered him closer to the point of no return, looming so close...so fucking close that he couldn't...if only he could....but he couldn't spare a hand, no, he would have fell down to his face if he did so, and the bull didn't want to topple over...

"NGGGHH!"

Sudden pressure exploded against Roger's head. Something happened to the heat of the Sheppie's furs over his back as well.

Oh my fucking God.

Roger's lips were torn away from Scott's. His neck extended. His muzzle fell open. The hips were slamming to his ass at an even faster pace now.

"NGGGGGGHHH!"

The Sheppie had grabbed his horns. Hector's paws held firmly into the bony extensions of the bull's skull and held him in place and gave the dog some extra leverage when he put all of strength into what he was done, and let it go.

Roger's moo might have been loud enough to shatter the windows. The sheer submissive pleasure of being held and manipulated like that caused his snugly tied balls to clench and then fire up the pleasure pathways throughout his body. Every nerve ending in his body tingled and sent signals into muscles and blood responsible for the spectacle of the orgasm.

If anyone would've seen what happened between his legs, it probably would've looked like someone pouring milk into a glass. The pink end of his spitting dick soon became immersed in the white cum shooting into the sleeve. His balls struggled to expel everything held in them, and every muscle in his body joined in to the strain, to get everything out.

Hector was blowing his own load within the first five thrusts he made into the bull's ass after grabbing onto his horns. His body screamed and he barked out, not shy in the least when it came to showing the intensity of his release. Thick spurts made their way up his shaft and into the confines of the bull's rectum, shooting deep into that tight, sweaty ass. His own prostate was as battered as the bovine's was, thanks to the toy still deeply imbedded in his virgin tight pucker.

Their four steaming hot bodies soon collapsed into a veritable fur pile on the floor. Paws quickly went everywhere, to connect all of them in any way they could, to find purchase on familiar, sweaty fur.

There were eight arms, four muzzles, four asses and four cocks, after all, and that made even numbers. Soon the pile found its balance, some back to back, some belly to belly, everyone in slippery contact with one body, or two bodies, and with lips and fingers roaming. Hot breaths caressed skin and fur. Eyes smiled as much as lips did, tired ones, seeking kisses from friendly lips. The heat slowly grew into affection, along with the slow lessening of the race of their hearts. Smirks, butt pats and compliments were traded. Globs of cum were traded back and forth from lips, fingers, and random pearly patches on fur.

It was the general consensus among the four that these kind of parlour games sure made for a proper evening among gentlemen.

It was agreed to make the returning visit into a whole weekend rather than a just a single evening.

They were all out of beer for the moment, though.

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