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Jeff smirked; getting into the club was the easy part. Authentic driver's license, no drugs in his pockets, and a generous tip to the bouncer granted him access to one of the hottest night spots in town. The music was loud, and the floor swarming with bodies of all shapes and sizes, hot or otherwise. It took the horse a while to escape the press of heated, horny patrons, as well as the occasional grope on his denim-clad ass, but he eventually made it to the bar no worse for wear.

"What can I get you, stud?" purred the lioness behind the bar just as he sat down on one of the empty stools.

"Depends," Jeff replied. He reached into the back pocket of his jeans, fingers catching on his wallet and digging through his cache of old receipts. The bartender was patient, if not a little annoyed at his lack of preparation. However, that all changed when the horse slid the distinctly black and glossy name card over. "Definitely not the regular stuff."

The words were a little different then what was instructed to him by his fellow co-worker, but Jeff stuck mostly to it. The card would speak for itself, otherwise devoid of any other details except the embossed logo of the club stamped prominently on the front. The lioness gave him a once over with beady eyes, before the edges of her muzzle twitched upwards.

"Fiona!" The vulpine at the other end turned as the lioness called her name. "Be back in five."

Once the other bartender gave the okay, the lioness gave a small tilt of her head, a clear indication that Jeff was to follow her. Her experience meant that she knew how to navigate the crowded club, easily sashaying through tables and past oblivious partygoers. For the first time that night, the horse felt his steps quicken with nervous anxiety, especially after turning down into one of the many darkened corridors. This was the first time he was exploring one of the darker pleasure that this town had to offer, but it the thrill and excitement of being given access to it was becoming undeniably visible.

The lioness gave a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure that the horse was still following. She stopped and turned, standing next to a beaded curtain entrance. The thick black drapes made it even more difficult to peek inside, but wherever the lioness had led him, she indicated that this was their final destination. The horse picked out a hundred dollar bill he had prepared from his front jeans pocket, and pressed it into her paw. He gently tipped his head in courtesy as he stepped through the doorway, earning him a smile of approval.

The inner room was ripe with musk, both male and female, and the overwhelming dominant scent of leather. The dim red lighting softened most of the details to his adjusting vision, but the two scantily clad Siamese cats lounging on the sofa was hard to ignore. The jingling of the beads had their brilliant blue eyes cast towards him, and they instantly sprang to his side once he was fully inside.

"Hello, gorgeous," said one of the felines, her delicate paws already stroking at his sides. "Not everyday we get a new face."

"And a sexy one at that," said the other, her paws already unfastening his jeans. "Undress for us?"

Everything up to his conversation at the bar was expected. This was new territory for him, and it was something that the dog at work had pointed out. Every experience was different and unique, and each member's evaluation happened for a reason. Nothing seemed out of place, and everything had been pleasant so far. He saw no reason to turn down such a request.

"Twins?" Jeff asked casually as he pulled off the simple cotton tank-top. It was tight fit putting it on, and even more tighter pulling it off, but the cats' delicate touch eased the fabric off his arms with ease. The pair giggled at his observation, flashing cheeky grins that seemed to give away the answer.

"Yup!" came the reply from his right just as his zipper was tugged down.

"We're pretty rare as we are," spoke up the feline on his left. She seemed more composed than her sister, but both paws made little work of peeling the denim away from his pelt. "Identical twins, even more so. Twins working together? You're in for a treat."

"So are we!" gasped her sister. No sooner had a pile of fabric pooled around his hooves, paws were already cupping the front of his jock and around the curves of his naked rump. He carried heavy stuff for a living, yet never had he felt his calves strain so much under such featherlight caresses. The senior of the sisters gently hooked a digit into his waistband, and the younger of the two followed suit.

"May we?" they echoed together, their sweet voices tickling his ears.

"Go right ahead, ladies." How could he ever turn them down?

With a tug and a pull, the jockstrap slipped free of his hips and joined his jeans in their crumpled pile. They each grabbed his hands and pulled him a few steps forward, deeper into their secretive world. By now, he could see the ornate cupboards and the deep chests along the wall. The room was fairly deep, although there seemed to be no other entrance or exit apart from the one he had come through earlier. Both sisters were now pulling open doors, digging through the darkness for what he could only assume was a new outfit.

The elder of the two was more careful and selective, picking out things his equine vision could barely make out. She was more deliberate, whereas the younger of the pair scrummaged through drawers, ruffling through things that had a metallic ring to it. Both were clad in the same body-hugging latex suits that complimented their sultry feline curves, leaving their tails gracefully swishing through the air with excitement.

They returned with an assortment of leather and strap that barely made any sense to him, but the sisters were clearly more knowledgable than him. They laid out piles of the stuff before him, arranged in some semblance of order that was clear to them and them alone. Once they were done, the sisters pulled him forward to step into two cleared places where his hooves were clearly supposed to go.

Up along his legs went a pair of black leather chaps, the seasoned leather cupping his rump with a snug embrace and leaving his crotch framed with beautifully stitched leather. Appropriate, though the horse, as was the cowboy style leather jacket that was slipped over his shoulders, the open vest keeping his muscled body discretely revealing. Leather cuffs were buttoned around his wrists, their cold surface warming to the raging heat coursing through his body.

"To top it all off..."

Their gentle paws encircled his scrotum that was already pulled tight against his body in the growing heat of the moment. The flare of his great stallion cock was still coddled within his sheath, but the growing pool of his excitement did not go unnoticed. One of the sisters gently teased the edge of his sheath, while the other gently slipped a ball harness between his legs. A small loop of leather kept his testes gently pulled away, while straps ran between his legs to secure it in place, ready to be freed with just a tug.

"Such control," purred the elder of the twins, fingers dipping into the pool of crystal clear pre-ejaculate. "Clearly we were right with our decision, were we not, sister?"

"Oh, yes!" exclaimed the younger, rubbing her soft cheeks against the inside of his thigh. Jeff rumbled softly in delight, although he kept some semblance of his dignity even though his sheath had grown noticeably more swollen.

"Decision?" Jeff enquired.

"Yeah," nodded the younger. "You're clearly a dom."

"Oh?" chuckled the horse, reaching out to gently stroke across the younger twin's head. "You could tell?"

"Trust us, sexy," grinned the elder cat. "You stepped right in without batting an eyelid. You played along, you embraced your new surroundings. Nothing daunted you. You demonstrated a remarkable amount of self-control, and kept a cool head despite the heat we've been pressuring on you."

Jeff was impressed. Although it was not spoken aloud, this club had a strict process of determining who was and wasn't allowed into their tight inner circle. Considering how far he was down the rabbit hole, he was sure that that "process" went way beyond the standard background checks and credit score hits of other regular clubs. This was a club that catered to tastes that strayed well and truth from the clean and well-trodden path.

"Before we let you enter," said the elder sister, "just keep in mind that you're on a probation period. Only Gold level members are entitled to ownership rights. They have gold stitching their wrist braces.You are free to explore, and free to engage. Once your probation status is lifted, you'll get your opportunity to invite whoever you want."

"There's only one rule you've got to abide by," added the younger sister.

"Never talk...

"... about the club."

Both sisters had dead serious expressions on their faces, and even though it dampened the mood slightly, the added mystery only escalated his expectation. After a reassuring nod, both sisters escorted him to the far side of the room. He suspected that there was some secret entrance to this highly underground society, and sure enough, he was right. Both sisters pressed their paws onto the wall, and a thin line of light swept across each. A reassuring beep later, and the wall in front of them swung open like a hidden passage.

"Enjoy," said one of the cats.

"We'll see you soon!" said the other.

With that, the door swung shut behind him, and he was in.

Where the club before was thumping with bass and the noise of restless patrons, the club now was filled with the moans of leather-bound submissives occasionally punctuated with the crack of a whip. Gone were the flashing lights, replaced with the warmth of traditional incandescent light bulbs and wax candles. Erect cocks were bobbing openly, as were the jiggle of exposed breasts as both master and slave indulged in their most carnal of desires.

A black panther sauntered up to him with a tray of drinks, clad only in a white linen pouch that disappeared well between the cleft of a well-toned rump. Handsome as he was, he was not dressed up to indulge guests' desires, and gave him the impression that the feline was just one of the staff. After plucking a glass of wine and gaining some basic directions, he began to explore the facility on his own.

The public space was where the main crowd was gathered, and probably where those who indulged in more humiliating scenarios were likely to be found. According to the panther, the more themed rooms could be found along the corridors. As he strolled through them, they each catered to their own unique crowd, especially those that had no doors to prevent the occasional passerby from witnessing what was happening.

The first room that he came across had a female poodle bound head-to-toe in rope. Her male dominant, a bear, acknowledged him with a nod before wrapping more rope around her already bulging breasts. The poodle's eyes bulged, before a cock tingling muffled scream rang out. He lingered for a few more moments, before moving on.

The next room was more like a medieval dungeon, one where a struggling Rottweiler was splayed out on a torturer's rack. His Doberman master was reenacting an interrogation scene, throwing in the occasional whip lash and humiliating the other dog over his rampant erection. The horse moved on just as the candle wax met the Rottie's throbbing cock.

Just as Jeff thought he had finished exploring all the rooms, the door to one of them opened. The frosted glass had concealed the occupants within, but the female rabbit who stepped out was all smiles. She turned, wobbled a little, and collided straight into him.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, then got a good look at the horse. "Oh, my!"

"You alright?" Jeff asked.

"Yeah," she nodded. It was then that the horse could smell the sweet aroma of a recent ejaculation. Her clenched thighs confirmed his suspicions. "I'm... I'm fine. You new around here?"

"Just joined," grinned the horse.

"Welcome!" she greeted, huffing a little more before catching her breath. "Seen any action tonight?"

"A bit," he replied. "Haven't tried anything though."

"Ah. Then you might as well try this one. I'm done for the night, so you might as well warm up to him. You bi?"

Jeff gave a nod, to which the rabbit grinned.

"Well then, go right on ahead, stud. Enjoy your first!"

After assuring Jeff that she would be okay, and after snagging the glass of wine that he offered, she disappeared into the maze of corridors, leaving him alone with an open door of opportunity. He peered inside, and grinned at what he had stumbled upon.

The room carried a strong medical theme, from the rows of stainless steel cabinets on the wall to the long surgical table lit by the authentic overhead surgical lights. Trays of instruments adorned the shelves, and the soft, rapid beeping of a heart rate monitor completed the atmosphere. However, in the back of the room, the unmistakable mass of a bovine strapped into a gynaecological chair could be seen. The straps creaked lightly, as the bull shifted to where he was strapped down, but to Jeff, he was right where he wanted him to be. With the door closed and locked behind him, the horse stepped up to inspect with what he had to work with.

The bull had been gagged and blindfolded, legs spread as wide as the chair would allow. As the horse neared, the bovine grunted and struggled to thrust his hips, which had been also tightly strapped down to prevent any movement, and for good reason. The typically slender erection was prominent, bobbing to the beat of the heart rate monitor. It was not particular long, but it made up for it in its thicker-than-normal girth. Wrapped around that smaller-than-average bull cock was at least three or four condoms. A pool of pre-cum was soaking into his crotch, supplied by the meaty testicles that hung loosely in mid-air. Judging by how heavy they were and by the chastity cage sitting on the table nearby, it had to have been quite some time since the bull let loose.

The horse had a quick browse through the makeshift infirmary, popping upon the cabinets to see what he had to work with. The typical medical supplies were all present, but a small collection of boxes was what had been all riled up and excited. Gathering what he could, he began to assemble what he was going to need.

The smack of latex gloves on his hands was satisfying, enough to make the bull shudder in delight. The muffled moans and grunts became even more evident as the horse peeled away the layers of condoms and tossed them into the trash. The bull's naked erection lay exposed to the cool air, twitching in anticipation for more stimulation.

Jeff, however, had other plans, not with the equipment he had gathered. The horse had foregone the option of lubricant, and instead substituted it with a tube of lidocaine. With gloved hands, he coated his gloves liberally in the substance before gently wrapping his hands around the bull's genitals. A spurt of pre-cum erupted out of the bull's cock, but Jeff was careful not to overstimulate until the numbing cream had taken effect. Eventually, the longer he stroked the bull's cock, the more vigorous he could be with it. He had to be thorough, even to the point of gently massaging the cream into the delicate lips of the bull's bubbling piss slit.

The other hand was busy tugging at the bull's scrotum, massaging the cream deep into the wrinkled surface until not even the fiercest pinch stirred a reaction from the writhing pleasure-addled bull. The cream need time to absorb, so the used gloves were discarded and the next tool was gathered.

The prostate stimulator was nothing more than a specially designed silicone toy. It had little trouble slipping into the bull's rear, obviously the slick entry indicating that someone else had already taken the liberty of lubricating, or having already taken advantage of his tailhole. Once the stimulator was in place, Jeff would have to take advantage of the distraction and make his move.

With a new pair of gloves, the next few moves happened quickly. A small nick to the base of the bull's scrotum was enough to let the heavy testicles through, encouraged with a practiced squeeze of the horse's fingers. He had castrated many livestock while on his parents' farm, and it was no different now, except the testicles were the size of his fists. A little needle and some suture later, and both cords were now permanent cinched shut, cutting off those pale orbs from their sustenance.

Not a moment too soon, thought the horse, as the bull began to orgasm under the torment of his prostate. The strangled cords were visibly attempting to send precious seed out into the world, but the numbed cock merely dribbled prostatic fluid like a premature calf. Those heavy hangers were still brimming with rich, potent seed, not one drop wasted to the stimulation from the kinky bull's rear. His cock was still painfully erect and unsatisfied, the moans and grunts increasingly desperate in pitch.

One slice of the scalpel, and the bull was none the wiser to his denudation. The stallion gently slid the slippery oyster in an awaiting specimen jar Another slash, and the second testicle joined its brother at the bottom. His primary objective complete, he had to ensure any evidence of the bull's castration would not be detected for at least a few days. The freshly opened box of Neuticles would ensure that. A quick stitch and the job was complete.

His exit was fairly easy to cover. A few strokes of his equine length, and a torrent of stallion seed smeared across his front gave him the perfect excuse for need of a towel, which contained his smuggled cargo. He made his way to the changing room, changed back the clothes from which the Siamese twins had taken the liberty of folding neatly into a designated locker, and slipped out of the discrete exits offered to members of this privileged club.

Once in the comfort of the driver's seat, he slipped the specimen jar of fresh bull testes into the Cryo-case in the passenger's seat. This would help preserve it until he got back to the apartment. Grabbing his smartphone, he turned it on and tapped on the last application in the memory. The screen lit up with the newly castrated bull's mugshot, and a countdown at the bottom of the screen.

"Objective," Jeff murmured as he tapped on the screen, "complete."

The countdown stopped, and turned a friendly green. Just as the engine rumbled to life, his phone buzzed with a new notification of a text message. Jeff grinned, popping the device into the dock with the words still onscreen as he turned out of the parking lot.

~ You have two eggs in your basket! Happy Easter Hunting! ~