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"HERE! That's five!" The bartender roared at Nick, quite literally, looming over the counter with one large paw extended out towards him.

He'd been taken aback at seeing an anthro behind the bar of a club the first time he'd come in. So far, Europe wasn't what he expected it would be, especially when it came to the separation of the anthros and humans, or rather, lack of separation. He had grown used to the states and how the anthros were carefully kept apart from the human population by prejudice and minor laws that had somehow passed by the ACLU's notice. It was entirely different all over Europe, even in Russia, it surprised and took him aback at the start of his backpacking trip. It had started in France, and he'd assumed that it was simply that country that actively hired anthros and allowed them to own businesses. He'd thought it was odd, and it had been, but it had been a one-time incident.

That was before he'd gone to see the rest of the continent. It seemed to be the normal way that Europe accepted the anthros. They were allowed to have businesses of their own, and not just strippers and whores, they worked normal jobs right along with the humans. It was startling, especially when the first business he had happened inside had been a restaurant of all things, and one that was highly sought after as it was entirely vegan. The owner had been a lovely looking white mare who had perfected meals to appeal to those who didn't want to eat meat, as well ones that came from her own family. It was all the rage and he had been amazed to find the combinations of spices that had been used and how wonderful it tasted. And he normally hated vegan fare.

Every country he went to was the same, there were anthros that actually held down normal jobs and were just like other people. There was still a slight hint of prejudice, but not the outright hatred of the states, it was refreshing. He'd begun to make it a habit of seeing the different businesses and taking pictures with the half planned idea of making a blog of it when he got home. It was obvious that they weren't suffering by including the strange creatures, in fact they seemed to bring in the tourists. He certainly could see where the states could profit from their example and intended on making good on those ideas once he was back home. There had to be a way to push things through so that they'd be able to be feasible despite local beliefs.

Hell, this club was out in the middle of no where, but it still heavily employed different anthros and they didn't appear to be the vicious animals that he'd heard about. Even the bear behind the bar, the massive brown creature with hulking shoulders and thick heavy lips, was amiable enough as he took the money with a bob of his head. It made him grin a little while spinning around on the stool with his drink and looking out at the club where people were chatting and drinking more heavily than normal. Their voices blurring with the music. He really was enjoying his first visit to Russia, no matter what warnings he'd gotten about the state of the economy and the people here.

"American?" A barking voice almost yelled in Nick's ear, nearly making him stumble from his spot on the stool. "Whoa! Sorry, mate!"

A pair of rough hands caught his shoulders to steady him, while he was left looking eye to eye with a powerful looking deer. The first impression he got was of the massive swooping horns, or rather antlers, that rose up along the anthros head and looked as if they were at least three feet wide at least, and who knew how long given the curling tines at the edge of the polished brown tips. The red furred face peered down at him while the lips were twitched up in a slight grin, showing flat white teeth and a set of truly expressive brown eyes.

"It's okay, what? Do I gotta flag on me?" He looked down at his loose leather jacket and grinned at the smooth darkness that greeted him. He had no idea why he always got pegged as an American.

"Nah, your jaw was hanging open. Most of you Yanks get all twisted about seeing one of these places." The stranger's accent wasn't Russian, but almost English, except it also sounded sort of Irish as well, just not entirely. The large buck hooked a bar stool out and settled down next to him. "You just landed?"

"Nope, I'm backpacking across Europe." Nick gave a slow grin as the buck leaned back with a beer in his hand.

No matter how many times he interacted with the anthros, he was shocked at how at ease they were here. There was no attempt to be deferential, just a friendly smile as his companion bobbed his head up and down with the music briefly, his broad ears pricked forward on either side of the antlers. The stag was dressed quite well, with a loose dark blue shirt that was opened at the collar and a pair of tight dress pants that looked more expensive than most. They were loosely rolled up at the cuff to show his dark cloven hooves that were resting lightly on the ground. There was a leather choker around his neck that looked a bit like collar, but was a bit too thin to really be one. It was stylish looking, that was for sure.

"Damn.." The stag crinkled his nose up. "That's horrific! You just out of college or high school? You don't look that young."

"Out of college, that's all." He grinned a little bit and offered his hand towards the buck confidently. He was starting to get more comfortable interacting with different species'. "I'm Nick, by the way."

"Faust, pleasure to meet you." The stag took his hand, the thick nails were a lot like hooves, but the palm was warm and furred against his own. "So are you stuck at those bloody hostels?"

"Yeah, they're not that bad though. It just took some getting used to when I started out." Nick grimaced a bit, partially remembering the first time that he'd managed to stay at one that was less than reputable.

"Surprised to see you in Russia, most folks try to avoid this spot on the tour." Faust flicked his ears up a little bit and tilted his head to one side. "Are you looking for something particular."

"Not particularly, I just wanted to see what countries I could. This leg of the trip though is pretty dead, not a lot of people in the hostel." Nick relaxed and took another sip of his drink. "It's an interesting country though, I even went to Chernobyl to take some pictures."

"You take pictures?" Faust lifted his head with interest. "What sort of camera did you bring along?"

The conversation started to fall easily into place as they discussed camera work, Faust knew quite a bit about them and grinned slightly as he described his job as a nature photographer. At the time, Nick was just enjoying having a like mind to talk to, not quite understanding the slight grin on the edges of his muzzle as they discussed various places that were the best spots in Russia to get shots. The stag had come here two years ago after being hired on as a photographer and had stayed to make a name for himself. The buck had lamented the political issues that kept him from traveling to the states to take pictures in some of the more picturesque areas, but feared dealing with some of the issues that were going on.

It was an interesting conversation, peppered with drinks as Nick tried to get out some of his own frustrations with how things were being run. It was nothing new, he had been frustrated from the start on how things were going, and now he was giving vent to them. He was able to compare with Faust about how life in England was verse Russia, and he was a bit surprised to find out that there was a touch of the same problems found there. He shamelessly bought the buck drinks, enjoying the conversation too much to want to bring it to an end. He wanted to know why Europe was showing advancements when other places were not.

"Sorry, mate, no can do.." The buck seemed to slur the words as he gave his head a shake. "Too prudish by far, hell, m'father went over ten years ago and got the snot beat out of him for ridin' the subway."

"You're right, but things'll change..." Nick downed the last of his beer and frowned blearily at the empty bottom. "I mean, you guys got it right."

"Yeah, but that's cause they wanted the boost in their economy, hell, we're a right tourist trade just sittin' around like this." Faust barked out a laugh, a rough animalistic noise.

"CLOSE!!!" A voice boomed over the microphone, past the music and made them both jump a bit. "FIVE MINUTES!"

"Fuck." Faust cursed and pulled his ears back tight to his head. "Looks like we're gettin' chased outta here."

"Oh..." Nick tried to stifle his disappointment as he moved drunkenly to slip off the bar stool. "Wanna meet up tomorrow night here? We can continue our talk."

The big stag stood up, apparently far better able to hold his beer as he barely swayed while pushing in the stool. "The hell with that, isn't often I get a native English speaker around here." He reached out with a large hand to help keep Nick from tumbling over. "Tell you what, why not come stay the night at my loft? Not much, but better then a hostel, and we can have a bit of a night cap."

"Not a bad idea..." Nick thought about the too small bed he was going to cram himself into at the hostel, and the fact that it wasn't the cleanest place he'd stayed on this trip. The buck seemed amiable enough, friendly and witty, and certainly wasn't hinting at anything more than a continued conversation about politics. It was the perfect opportunity to actually find things out from the source.

"C'mon, we gotta grab your shit from the hostel or they'll chuck it, you can stay with me. It'd be nice having someone around with similar interests." The stag clapped him on the shoulder roughly, the grin lingering on his velvety lips.

"Yeah, sounds like a plan..." Nick reached out to steady himself on the edge of the bar and grinned. "Better than sleeping in a room of snoring Germans."

~ ~ * ~ ~

The air was cold, a bite of fall made Faust fluff up his fur to insulate himself as he waited for his new found 'friend' to get his coat on and tie a scarf around his neck. The red stag didn't show any impatience as he leaned back against the wall and flared his nostrils a touch. His breath came out in a frosty spill while he leaned his head back so that his antlers just touched the wall and tried to center himself. He didn't allow himself to look at the human, he was already drunk enough that he wasn't sure of his control and he didn't want to freak the lad out before they were well away from the bar. But gods, he'd never seen a young man so bloody attractive in his life, even by human standards he was lovely.

His hair was a perfect chocolate brown with the faintest hint of copper highlights, almost a match for the buck's own gleaming coat and short cropped. None of that hanging lank and oily nonsense that seemed to be the style anymore. His body wasn't muscled at all, but soft looking, almost feminine when it came to the slight sweep of the hips and the curve of the ass. That's what had drawn him, the curved ass made him linger on the sight of the boy at the bar as he enjoyed his drink. He'd come here to get drop dead drunk to try and ignore the frustration that had been growing worse and worse over the last few days. The rest of the bar ignored him, he was just another one of the crowd drowning his sorrows with bad music and even worse beer. They knew why he was here, and politely ignored him instead of trying to seek out his company.

He didn't care how human they played up for everyone, they were still a step closer to the primal world than the humans were. They still had urges that humanity had bred out of themselves, they still aligned with what the animals they looked like. Wolves still ran in packs, small groups with powerful leaders that held absolute control, cats preferred to be on their own and rarely married, horses preferred to be in herds. And deer, such as himself, still experienced the trials and tribulations of the rut. Had it been decades ago he would have been able to do something about it. He would have had a small band of does to mate, perhaps simply for the rut, or they would form their own herd in a household, but not anymore. Hell, even in England he had been able to relieve himself, but the city of Kazan was different and he had to bow his head to the leadership here.

The stag that ruled over Kazan's red deer was older, wiser, stronger and absolutely controlled the rut no matter what instincts roiled within the young bucks of the city. Faust had questioned Joseph when the stag had explained the rules, he didn't understand why he should give up his pleasures in the fall simply because he was visiting this city. He didn't question again, the larger stag had taken him down with a clash of antlers and a viciousness that had left him breathless. There was no room for compromise, or to explain how things were done in England, only obedience to a stronger older stag who determined that fights between young bucks vying for females would only cause problems within the city and what they'd built. No stag could breed until he reached 35 years old, until then he was left to his own devices as long as he didn't approach any of the does. The older stags had worked out a system to divide up the does looking for mates among themselves, with no crumbs left for the rest of them.

_Or any female... _ Faust lifted his head to see the human gesturing for him to follow away from the bar, and it took an effort to keep the anger off his face.

That had been Josephs other rule for the rut, they weren't allowed to spend themselves with females at all. That would only add to the problem as the bucks would fight over other species' instead of their own kind. Faust would have left, he thought of leaving, but the contract that he'd signed up with kept him here for another year. He'd made it past the first few ruts without too many problems, save having to stomp two other bucks that had designs on his body. He'd felt so above them all as the randy bucks that had turned to one another for relief, he'd been able to concentrate on his work or drink his nights away when things became too hard to deal with. Let them hunt the gay bars for pleasure, he had been above it all. It wasn't that he wouldn't have enjoyed rutting another male, but he refused to play the games that the herd leader wanted them to play. Everyone knew the large stag enjoyed watching the young bucks mount one another, it wasn't about protecting their image, it was about his own sick fantasies. He'd refused to become a part of that. Until now, until Joseph had decided to punish him because he'd offered an exclusive interview with one of the local papers.

He'd spent one endless night last week watching the king enjoy his does one after another, the heavy bodied male had bred them in front of his bound body as he strained and cursed loudly at them. His arms bound up high above his head and legs forced apart as he struggled against the leather and tried to turn his head away from the sight. He'd been surrounded with the harsh scents of musk and heat, they had flooded his senses until his cock raised up stiff and hard, unspent and untended as the lesson was repeated to him. He would no longer put himself in front of the human eyes without Joseph's permission, he was a guest here, one that was tolerated as long as he understood the laws. That's when he broke and he refused to spend another rut drinking away the building need to claim a doe.

Hell, his work made it even harder. He got his degree in photography, but the real money wasn't in working for the papers and selling stills where ever he could. The real money came from erotic photography and videos. He found it a good job, it gave him a steady stream of income and Russia had looser rules when it came to bestiality. He'd come here with a contract with one of the larger internet companies to hold multiple shoots that featured a mixture of anthros and humans, as well as anthros and animals. It was a good job, except for now, when he spent his days watching the most sublime erotic acts and his only relief came from his hand and the memories of his day.

That's when he'd seen Nick, a human that was so soft and antlerless, almost like a doe himself as he drank and looked around with those wide lovely eyes. It had been enough that he'd pushed away from his position near the bar and approached, and now he was finally going to get what he needed. It took every fiber of control not to throw the boy back and mount him in the streets, instead he followed and made small talk. His ears lifted up and the fur along his throat rousing slightly as they discussed the old city and various landmarks that he knew by heart. His attention was only half on what he was saying, the rest of him studied his would-be doe and his nostrils flared. It had been so long since he'd done anything while feeling the pull of the season and his body was reacting strongly as they reached the hostel.

"Go on and grab your stuff." He gestured with his muzzle towards the outline of the door. "I'm actually not too far away from this place."

The boy went in and that gave Faust enough time to draw in a cold breath and loosen the first few buttons of his shirt. He knew what he was doing, and part of him mourned the young stag that had come here, but now all he could think of was what he was going to do to that smooth skinned body once he dragged him up into his bedroom. He twitched his tail wildly back and forth, idly contemplating what he had in his rooms that would allow him to keep the boy for the duration of the rut. He was a tourist, after all, and if he was backpacking that meant he might not have a set schedule laid out. The rut would run for the next four weeks, and he intended he wouldn't suffer through it.

"I got my stuff..." Nick came out with a bag that swung behind him, bouncing against those soft tender rump cheeks. "Are you sure it's okay?"

"Believe me, I live alone, it will be a pleasure to have some one to fill the loft." Faust drawled out and drew in a deeper breath. "Come now, I'm about five blocks down that way, if we get in early enough I'm sure we can continue our discussion."

The stag curved his neck, his eyes lidding in an attempt to hide his triumph from his companion. He just had to get the boy off the streets, that's all. And then he was going to be the perfect doe.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Nick came to himself with a rush of heat and fur that was pressed against his face and the world filled with the scent of musk on the air that pervaded his senses. Something hot and long was twisted down along his groin shocking him with pleasure even past the feel of the pounding headache. The world was blocked out as there was a sudden roll and something heavy and soft bumped against his chin before his lips were forced up and he let out a ragged noise of shock. Knees pinned his shoulders down and kept him from rising up while he tried to figure out what was going on. Something flicked down and danced right along the line of his head, a tail that hit against him over and over again. A furred ass pushed back against him, his lips pushed firmly up against the bud of a pucker as he snapped awake.

"MMMMMPH!!!????" He tried to throw the weight off, but he couldn't get his arms up from the bed as he struggled.

"Are you awake, dear boy?" The accented voice was rough before something curled around the tip of his cock and made him jerk upwards.

He was naked, when had he been stripped down? The tongue that worked around his cock glided upwards slowly, caressing an already hard shaft that throbbed in reaction while he balled his fingers up. He tried to jerk his arms up again, only to feel something biting down around his wrists and digging in hard enough that he muffled a whimper of pain. The buck didn't lift his hips up, instead he rolled downwards, grinding along Nick's face while he struggled to turn his head to one side away from the warm silken pucker that rubbed right against his lips. He gagged slightly and arched his body up, trying to throw the weight off as his aching head made him feel dizzy beneath the stag.

The hands moved down to grip his legs while the long tongue swept out over his cock again and made him jerk upwards. It curled itself right around the base and pulled upwards in a slow smooth line that forced him to react, no matter the confused state of his mind. When he felt the flat edge of the teeth light scrape along the tip of his glans he arched upwards with a ragged cry, his entire body tensing up. The world was harshly scented with musk, a thick smell that almost choked him as the tongue worked around the tip of his stiffened cock. He didn't even know when he'd gotten hard or how long the buck had been teasing him, all he knew was the dizzy sensation of trying to keep consciousness through the assault.

"Ahh you were so much more passive earlier, lad." The tongue flicked away from his cock and the hips lifted up, giving him a merciful relief from the press of the furred haunches against his face. "But I suppose that couldn't last forever."

"Wh-what's happening?" Nick croaked the words while fingers moved and curled lightly around the swell of his cock and gave a gentle squeeze, a thumb moved upwards and caressed right over the tip of his cock so that he jerked upwards.

He didn't recall much, just that he'd gotten his stuff from the hostel and followed the stag to his loft, which had turned out to be the entire upper floor of an old store. He'd been impressed at the architecture, the sweep of the building's roof top especially, and Faust had been quite happy to talk about its history and when it had been built. That had all been normal, but the moment the door opened to the lost, normalcy had left him behind and he'd been pushed into the main room before he'd had a chance to protest or ask questions.

His fogged mind tried to recall why he'd been shocked, and the answer made the heat rise to his face as the buck slipped from his chest slowly, but continued to tease around his cock. He had stepped into the room and saw the normal photography equipment and pictures lying around. All of them were very high quality, obviously taken by a professional, and all of them had been porn of one sort or another. Humans and anthros together, anthros with other anthros, anthros with animals, they had all been looking at him in bright high gloss. And that hadn't even been the worst, the room had been filled with equipment that he had no name for. Large heavy harnesses were hanging on the walls, restraints and whips, saddles and riding crops, facial masks that looked like dogs and horses, they had all been on display as lovingly as if they were art pieces. He had stepped into the midst of some pornographic hell, and then it all got muzzy.

"Let me go.." He croaked out and tried to yank his hips out of the way of the buck's hands, but was denied when the hand on his cock moved down and forced his hip down flat again on what he could only assume was the bed.

"Ahh sorry, mate, afraid I can't. Not yet.." The buck flicked his ears up and turned to look down at Nick. Faust looked almost maddened, his eyes were feverishly bright and his breathing was too fast as it twitched his dark padded nose. "You have to understand my position in things.."

The hand on his hip moved up and glided along Nick's chest make him squirm and ball his fingers up. His feet weren't tied down, that was one blessing, and with a whimper he took the chance to draw his legs up to tuck them against his chest so that he could make an attempt to hide his nudity from the other male. It didn't seem to matter, the thick nailed fingers concentrated on his chest, circling around one of his nipples while the deer continued to loom over him. The harsh scents on the air did nothing to make Nick calm down as Faust's thumb flicked out roughly at the tip of one nub and made the human jerk in the restraints.

"I don't understand anything! STOP THAT!" Nick snarled out and tugged on his arms, trying to pull himself out from under the touch.

"Oh I will, never fear, you'll be hikin' on in no time, lad." The buck gave his head a shake and Nick felt a furred knee brush along his stomach and chest, spreading open as the powerful form straddled him. "Afraid I'm damned tired not having a doe to rut, and since there are no females allowed..."

"I'm not a doe!" Nick's eyes flashed open in panic, but one of the buck's hands moved down to cup just behind his head, the fingers curling into his short hair.

"Oh not yet, but I'm gonna rut you like one." The deer barked out a rough laugh, an animalistic sound that vibrated the heavy furred throat. "And you'll enjoy it, and what stories you'll take back. As long as you do as I say, you're going to leave here in a few weeks just as good as new, maybe even better. Now doesn't that sound like a good agreement?"

"And if I don't?" Nick tried to snarl the words out at him, but they came out in a short squeaking sound as the buck firmly straddled his chest and something came into view.

He'd always thought of deer as being small in certain areas, especially in those areas, especially when compared to a horse, but the thoughts were dismissed. The heavy light tan sheath was opened up to show a long boned shaft that jutted up, slimy red and pulsing against the line of the belly. It was easily twelve inches long, and thick enough that he blanched when he looked towards the base and the widest portion of the girth. It wasn't shaped like a humans, the head was strangely tapered and there was a slight bump along the middle section, almost like a ring, and it was seated above a set of truly impressive orbs that rested against his chest. He could smell the harsh male scents and tried to keep the fear off his face as the buck's hand kneaded the back of his neck and pulled his head up higher.

"Why, then I'll give you to the other bucks to use as a doe, they won't care if you ever find your way home." Faust's smile deepened, a sinful smile that hinted at darker threats. "Of course, you might enjoy that."

"N-NO!" He got the words out in a burst, fear curling in his stomach as his head was lifted upwards and he was brought closer to that shaft.

"That's right, now open your mouth. You bought me far too many beers earlier this evening." The buck snorted out, his voice harsh and rumbling as Nick was forced to raise his head higher and Faust grabbed the base of his cock in his other hand.

The human trembled and jerked his head back automatically as the tip was lowered down with a slight dribble that oozed around the edges, it made him ball his fists up against the restraints, trying to free himself uselessly. The buck pulled his tip down and pushed it right up against his lips, rubbing upwards so that the wetness smeared along his lower lip while his head was held up to the glans. He knew what was expected to him, and every part of him rejected he very idea of what was expected of him, but if he refused the threat loomed over his head. Nick squeezed his eyes shut, blocking out the sight of his humiliation before he flicked his tongue out to catch against the cock tip and tasted the saltiness on his tongue. That was all Faust was waiting for, the buck rolled his hips forward in a smooth deliberate thrust that glided right along the length of his tongue.

He didn't jerk his hips forward to impale his mouth, but just edged a few inches in before holding still within the heat of his mouth. The human's cheeks burned in a humiliating flush, refusing to do anything else but obey the implied order. He wasn't going to suck the deer's damn cock! Except, that wasn't what Faust wanted his mouth open for, the buck grunted a little bit and suddenly the tip erupted in a hot stream that splattered into his mouth, sending it right down against his throat with a harsh acrid taste that flooded his senses. Nick let out a ragged choked noise as the stag pissed in his mouth, hitting hard against the roof while the golden liquid spilled down along his chin and the edges of his lips.

"Damn... I've been holding it forever." Faust rumbled out a low sound of pleasure while his fingers kneaded along the back of his head.

He tried to jerk his head to one side, but the buck only yanked his head up higher so that more of the shaft pushed into his mouth. The taste was bitter on his tongue, the sharp scent of it filled his nose while he gagged around the liquid. He tried to spit it back out, but the cock made it impossible to close his lips. He finally had to choke and swallow the foul liquid, his throat bobbing as the wetness oozed around the edges. The pushing of the cock drove it in deeper as the buck let out a groan of relief above him. Nick tried to keep his lips relaxed, letting most of it dribble out along his chin and jaw line, but he could feel it sticking to his skin, the scent of clinging to him until he closed his lips.

His cheeks flushed a hot red as his throat worked again and again, draining the buck of the hot jets of urine. His stomach turned in reaction, but he didn't have a choice, he was held bound as the large red stag gave a slow roll of his hips forward, pushing and driving the inches inwards so that he could feel the hard tip jabbing right against the back of his throat before the stream finally dried away to a dribble. The last few drops hit his tongue, coating him in that musky scent as he choked out a muffled protest. The last watery dribble slowly started to change into something thicker as the buck gave a slow roll back and forth, stroking along the length of his tongue time and time again.

"Clean me, doe, suckle me clean.." Faust rumbled and dragged backwards a few inches before pushing forward again in a slow stabbing thrust that forced the tip into his throat.

_I'm not a doe! _ He opened his eyes wide and tried to protest as the buck's hips slowly rolled forward, the massive orbs brushed against his neck as inch by slippery inch sank into his mouth.

The tip started to push forward into his throat, his walls contracted down around it as the inches forced the passage open wider and wider. He swallowed and worked his mouth around the length, the oozing spill of precum spilled into his mouth while the fingers kneaded along the back of his neck. He tried to jerk his head backwards, but the grip held him there as the shaft sank into his throat and forced him to accept the length. This couldn't be happening to him, it just couldn't! Even as he had the frantic thought there was another firm thrust forward that jabbed the tip deeper into his throat until he could feel the edges of the furred sheath pushing right up against the edges of his lips and the orbs bumped against his chin.

Slowly Faust pulled backwards inch by slow inch, his saliva clung around the edges in strands as he drew all the way back and nearly pulled the glans free before sinking forward again. The slow thrust worked along the length of his tongue, stroking forward again. An ooze of precum spilled along the edges of his tongue before the tip jabbed right into his throat. The forceful drive made him gag as the thick inches spread his throat open and he clutched tightly around it. Some of the precum oozed out around the edge of his lips before the buck pulled back again, making him suckle around the girth with a lewd wet noise. A tremor ran down his spine as he automatically worked his throat and swallowed down the syrupy precum.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Faust let out a low growl to himself as he pulled his cock free of those tight human lips, they were so soft and gentle, more like a doe than he had expected. He'd never been with a human before, but it hadn't taken much to get him roused one the boy had been knocked out and undressed. His body was all soft and smooth, no fur, just the finest hair, very much like a doe when he ran his hands over the warm body. Now his nostrils flared open wide to smell the sweet scents on the air, his musk being predominant and clinging to the boys damp cheeks and jaws as Nick stared up at him with wild eyes. Fear and arousal were on the boy's face as the buck carefully pulled away and moved his hand up to grip his cock, pumping lightly.

"Please.. I-I don't want this.." Nick panted out, his lips still parted as some of his urine still glistened along the edges of the bottom lip.

"Come now, my doe, you simply need some persuading." Faust slipped off the human's chest and off the bed while his fingers kneaded and squeezed around the tip of his glans.

"I'm not a doe! I'm male!" The boy tried to sit up as he protested and the buck pulled his ears back, now this would never do.

Faust moved away from the bed, but not far. Not when he displayed his work proudly on the walls from hundreds of different photo shoots. He picked out a ball gag from the wall at random and reached down to force Nick's head up and his finger and thumb bit down roughly along either side of the cheeks, pushing just enough the lad let out a protesting sound and parted his lips so that the rubber ball could be pushed into his mouth to pin down his tongue. The hands jerked reflexively to try and push the ball gag away, but the restraints kept them pulled up painfully high towards the head of the bed. With a deft movement of his fingers he buckled the ball gag into place as the boy shoved roughly with his tongue to try and push the ball out.

"That's better, and yes... you are my doe. For as long as you're here you're going to be my own personal doe." Faust snorted hotly and moved his hand down to glide along the slender chest. "I'm going to have you every way possible."

He moved his hand away to reach up to the wall to pick up a set of restraints he had picked up on a whim, ones he'd never really thought about using, but the thought of the black leather against the pale skin enflamed him. The heavy leather straps slapped down against the legs while the buck forced one leg up and bent it down so that it pushed against Nick's belly and he could swing the straps around the calves and upper legs. There were three, each one adjusted and tightened so that the leg remained forcibly bent. The second leg was forced up as well as the muscles twitched and struggled to stop the buck from working his will, but he was larger, heavier and more adept at handling the gear. When both legs were bent he picked up a leather covered spreader bar and forced it between the boy's legs, fastening the hooks into place one after another.

He ran his tongue up and along the bridge of his nose as he looked over the trembling human once he was done. Nick's eyes were squeezed shut as he panted in short hard bursts, his nostrils flaring with each and every gasp and his body was left exposed to him. Faust trailed his nails right along the inner thighs, his thumb ran right down along the inner crease of the thigh, nearly brushing against the balls. No matter what protest erupted from his throat, the touch started to make the shaft thicken up in reaction. The buck's eyes lingered on the pathetic excuse for a cock that the human boasted. It was laughable, barely five inches long and useless for any reasonable creature. He mockingly moved his hand down to wrap around it, his thumb rubbed up and down, caressing in circular motions while his other hand pumped his own heavy member.

"Look at this thing!" The buck mocked with a rough bark and squeezed around the tip making the boy arch upwards with a whimpering cry. "Do you think you could possibly do anything for a female with it?"

"MMMMPH!???" Nick jerked upwards with an angry sound, his face darkening into bright red as the buck continued to work his fingers along the tip of the cock, forcing it to start to harden.

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Nick couldn't think past the pounding of his heart beat while the buck mocked him, it was humiliating, but it was also arousing as the fingers teased his cock. He tried to calm himself down, but the touch caressed against him, stroking and pulling lightly so that his cock soon rested right up against the line of his belly. He could feel the heart pounding against his chest and the stag only barked out a laugh as his thumb flicked up and stroked in slow circles, smearing precum around his cock tip.

"Don't you see? You were born to be a doe, you couldn't pleasure a female, couldn't breed one, couldn't even make one moan for you." The buck snorted out hotly and the fingers suddenly squeezed around his tip so that his hips jerked forward in a short thrust upwards. "It's barely large enough to be counted as a clit, let alone a cock."

"Rrrmph! MMMPH!" He tried to deny what was being said, he wasn't a doe! He might not be huge, but he wasn't that small, he was just being compared to a deer.

"You still don't believe me?" Faust ran his thumb downwards in a slow line trailing along the underside of the cock so that he arched his back up with a guttural cry. "Then let's see how you present to be bred."

The fingers released his cock, a small relief, before the hands gripped his hips and suddenly gave a yank while he let out a high pitched protest. The nails bit in against his smooth skin while he was twisted around and the ropes that were fastened to the wrist restraints twisted as well. He found himself being rolled over onto a bed, the thick soft covers pushed up against his chest while his bound legs were dropped down promptly behind him, but not in a position he would have chosen. The tight leather straps kept his legs bent and the bar kept them spread so that his ass was pushed up into the air as if presenting for the deer. He tried to lower his hips down, but he could only go so low before his bent legs stopped him.

"See that? Like a doe in heat, wanting to be bred." Faust let out another barking laugh before a broad hand slapped his bared ass making him jerk forward.

"Phlesh!!" Nick tried to beg, his voice coming out ragged while the bed shifted under the heavy weight of the buck.

"Exactly, begging for it.." The fingers moved down and clutched against his ass cheeks and slid upwards towards the small of his back.

Something hot and wet spilled down agains the crease of his ass and made him jerk forward in an attempt to get away. The buck's furred chest slipped down and rested right along the line of the spine, the hot breath panted out along the back of his neck before the blunt teeth scraped along the line of his neck. The weight of the cock pushed right up along his ass cheeks, grinding and rubbing as the oozing precum spilled down along the edges and trailed back towards his balls as he felt the furred haunches pulling in close. To his horror he could feel his cock remaining hard against his stomach as the buck started to rock his hips, jabbing and shoving, pushing down lower with firm rough movements until the glans suddenly pushed right up against the tender opening of his pucker.

A muffled scream burst out of Nick's throat as the buck immediately launched his weight forward, driving half of his too large cock into his passage and stretching his unprepared muscles open wider and wider. They clamped down in reaction, contracted and pulling tightly while he writhed against the bed, his fingers digging against the palm of his hand. It hurt, his entire lower body started to ache as tears rose up in his eyes and threatened to spill down his cheeks. A hot thick splatter of precum spilled into him as the buck groaned out against the back of his neck and the wet pad of the nose rubbed along the curve of his shoulder. The hard throbbing length caressed through him as the hips drew backwards in a slow smooth pull, tugging along his abused aching muscles as the buck only let a few inches spill free before launching forward again.

The powerful drive forced the cock back into his passage, straining the walls open wider and wider as his inner muscles contracted down tightly in protest. His cries of protest were muffled against the bed as the thick medial ridge popped inside of him as the wetness of the precum was pushed into his inner passage. The powerful weight pressed down against his chest as his legs trembled, the muscles tensing up as inch by inch the boned cock pushed into his body, forcing its way inwards to the point that he felt as if he were about to be split in two. He let out a wheezing cry while one of the bucks' hands reached to clutch against the curve of his hip, his fingers bit down roughly, almost bruising him.

"See... a born... doe..." The stag grunted against his neck just as the heavy balls clapped up behind his own sac, dwarfing them as the tip while Nick cried out raggedly.

He could feel the ridge rubbing through him as the buck started to thrust into his violated body, smooth and sleek, except for the medial ring that pulled in places that made his walls clamp down tightly. He kept his eyes squeezed shut as the buck's mocking groan echoed in his ears while the precum was pushed out around the base of the cock with a lewd wet noise at the apex of the thrust. Faust's lips reached down, working and grasping until the teeth bit down against his shoulder and the hips started to pound against him in short hard bucks against his haunches. The bunched up sheath shoved right up against his tender pucker at the apex of each thrust before he pulled back again.

The pain remained for several thrusts, it hurt and made him tear up as his walls were stretched open too wide. His contracting walls pulled and squeezed around the girth, pulling from the base to tip as the medial ring started to tug and pull through him, caressing and stroking in places that made him jerk in reaction. His nostrils flared open wide, sucking in a breath before he felt a warm hand suddenly close down right along the swell of his cock. The fingers flexed down and massaged his smaller girth, squeezing and pulling from the base all the way to the tip so that his hips jerked forward in reaction. He didn't want to hump against the hand, but his body jerked forward helplessly as he felt the teeth digging harder against his shoulder, almost bruising him.

The deer's hips started to pound against him, the boned cock rubbed and stroked through him over and over again, jabbing inwards before dragging back out again. The slippery hot precum coated his inner passage making him writhe in place, his breathing came out in short pants around the ball gag. Through it all the buck caressed his cock teasingly, rubbing his fingers upwards towards the tip and pulling back down again so that he began to hump against it. It was humiliating, but the pain was fading as he was forced to endure the feel of the medial ring on the cock rubbing through him, plucking and pushing over his prostate so that he let out ragged bursts of sound. And the thrusts began to lose their smooth steady movements, they broke away as the buck began to give wild harsh lunges forward, brutally fucking him until Nick choked out a cry of protest.

Faust's grunts came out in rough groans and muffled barks, animalistic noises as the heavy balls clapped against his own smaller ones time and time again. Nick's head was forced against the covers, turning to one side as his ass was pushed higher up into the air. The ragged thrusts worked through him while he was left shaking in place, his entire body locking up as the hand on his cock moved away and suddenly clutched against the curve of his hips. The fingers dug down roughly, bruising him as the stomach arched upwards and the stag lunged forward in a violent thrust that rocked the bed back against the wall and pushed his ass up into the air. The cock plunged into him as the balls hit roughly between his legs in the final harsh thrust.

The teeth clamped down brutally against his shoulder, clamping hard enough that the skin broke as the haunches jerked and he felt the cock starting to twitch violently inside of him. The tip suddenly erupted inside of his achingly spread bowels in a hot rush of cum that spilled into him. The balls twitched between his legs as the buck shuddered against his back and kept himself hilted within Nick's body. His own inner walls clamped down in reaction, clutching tightly as rope after thick heavy rope was flung into him. It was more than just a few weak spurts that his own cock would have produced, but a hot heavy flow that was pushed deeper and deeper inside of him. The thick heavy warmth spread deeper inside of his body as the weight kept him pinned, giving him no chance to squirm away as he felt his body straining to hold the rush of cum.

His teeth dug down harder against the rubber ball while the grip on his shoulder finally loosened and he felt another oozing spill of cum erupt into his stomach. He was bred like a doe, his cheeks burning in humiliation and pain while the buck slowly gave a roll of his hips, grinding and pushing his tip back inwards so that there was a lewd feel of creamy seed oozing behind his balls. He choked out a cry and trembled as another stroke made his still hard cock flex against his stomach, hating himself for showing his shame so plainly.

"That's... my good.. doe..." The buck panted above him and slowly dragged his hips backwards with a wet noise as the swollen cock began to pull free inch by slow inch. "I told you, worthless as a man... perfect as a doe."

"Pheash..." He managed to get out around the gag, crying out as the cock tip suddenly pulled out with wet noise. Thick heavy sperm laced cum oozed out of his aching passage making him shudder as the buck only pushed forward to grind his spent cock along the line of his ass.

"Poor doe, perhaps you'll earn release the next time, eh?" Faust growled in his ear. "Don't worry... there will be many more times. You'll be my doe until the end of the rut. My lovely little doe..."

Nick let out a whimper of protest, his entire body shaking as all he could think about was his achingly hard cock. It went beyond the pain as the hips rolled back and forth, grinding his spent cock along his ass, smearing the seed against him. Part of him nearly protested when the body pulled away from him, the fur slipped along his back and the shaft ran along the line of his ass cheeks before slipping away. He opened his eyes and hesitantly turned his head to see the buck kneeling back and looking over the mess of his ass with his neck arched and ears up. He didn't see the hands moving, though, he was too busy staring at the buck's pleased expression to pay attention to what he was reaching for.

"MMMMPH!!" He let out a sharp cry of protest as something wedged itself up against his violated pucker and forced the anal ring inwards.

His walls stretched open as something tapered forced its way inwards, but rapidly spread open. The thing was shaped like a spade, a large spade, that strained his inner passage open so wide that he could feel the ache of his muscles as they clamped down to try and push it out. The buck shoved roughly as the plug sank deeper and deeper into his body, forcing the seed that had been oozing out back into his passage as his hips were pushed upwards and the thickness of the plug wedged deeper. His walls clamped down around it as the thickest portion strained the abused ring and finally sank in with a wet squelching sound.

"There now, my doe... We can't have my seed leaking out, now can we?" Faust's voice was an ominous rumble from behind him. "Now, I believe my new girl should see about cleaning my cock for servicing her."