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A drizzle had spread across the city like a blanketing haze, where the clouds appeared unceasing but quite thin enough so that few stars were visible beneath. Not that the street lights or blaring neon helped, leaving the roads lit up in husky hues of amber, gold, green, and blue. As a lone mutt stood beneath a canopied shelter, he looked across the alley to Event Horizon. Things looked just as bland as they did the last time Zwoosh was here; his memories sent that icy shiver down his spine that was by no means fault of the rain. It chilled him to his core to think about the last time he set foot behind those indiscernible doors.

Another message had made its way into his inbox earlier this morning. Commanding, as ever, that he be here tonight at this exact time, wearing exactly what he wore now. Zwoosh had sworn he'd never log back on to 'Tail Tales'... His session with Chapu, the Komodo dragon, had left him feeling thoroughly humiliated and used. To him, it had been the greatest indignation to have every orifice stuffed full, serving the whims of a larger male, but after a week or two away, without such a cruel but blissful embrace, he now craved it. He would be lying to himself he so much as denied that it hadn't sent his blood pumping when he'd opened that message. That he hadn't maybe tweaked one nipple as he gave his now firm shaft a tug in his boxers as he'd read the message over, telling him to dress in the bare essentials complete with a collar before heading to the club. It was obvious he would have been lying, since a small smile had played upon his lips.

Who was he trying to kid? He wanted this, as much as he tried not to.

The tiger from that night before stood at the door again, leading the mutt to wonder if he was ever off duty at all, but he didn't dwell on it. The bouncer had spied him from across the road once or twice whilst Zwoosh stood there attempting to finally make up his mind. There was nothing stopping him now from just turning around and returning to normality, but he that once he passed that threshold that he resigned all his freedom for the night, and that Chapu would be given absolute complete control. Then it would be whatever new horrors he had lying in wait for him in the backrooms...

Sighing, Zwoosh stuffed his paws in his pockets and meandered across the street, approaching the tiger who finally turned to address him. He simply looked down upon the mutt, noting the apprehensive state he was in with a cold grin. Zwoosh would have guessed he knew, explaining why this time around there was no need to explain his presence; he was simply waved on in. It seemed like he was beginning to develop a reputation for being Chapu's bitch, not that he cared as much as he felt he should have.

The place was still decorated much the same, and the atmosphere in the room certainly hadn't changed at all. Except everyone seemed to be crowded around the centre stage, where a wolf had been tied down to what looked like a hobby horse, getting worked over by an actual stallion surrounded by horny males all raring to have their fill. He seemed to be quite preoccupied, but at least whatever was going on thinned those left dotted around the room. Zwoosh quietly made his way to the passage where the backrooms were, not feeling quite as many hungry, piercing stares scrutinise his every move. The bartender didn't seem much too bothered by the mutt either; perhaps Chapu had given warning to them in advance Zwoosh would be coming. He'd never know, of course, but it made him whimper a little to think that this male could be so confident in the fact this submissive fur would be so compliant. It was arrogant to assume that Zwoosh would come, but perfectly correct in any case however.

He darted into the darkened corridor, a scene all too familiar to him, which once more chorused with the sounds of dirty love making. Not that Zwoosh would call it love; this place was far beyond that, but in a way it bordered upon that realm of fancy. It was more an establishment of worship, of command and control, where those who loved to dominate could meet those who longed to serve. The first door the mutt passed that was left quite purposefully open to its widest extent revealed to him a scene which had his gut doing somersaults; a large fox, who appeared to be taller in height than being large about the waist, was stood behind some fur who was chained by their paws to the ceiling, with a spreader bar fixed between their legs. Zwoosh couldn't have seen possibly the species it was, as they were clad entirely in a rubber suit, complete with a gasmask that hissed and wheezed desperately, looking to the mutt with cold, glassy eyes. The fox was fucking them, no doubt about that, as the two moved and jostled about, but a paw was wrapped around this male's cock, practically smothered in gunge, being thrust into the grasp as he was taken from behind. His moans were muffled, almost inaudible, but the mutt realised with a heavy lump in his throat that he must have really be straining his voice in order to even be heard from beyond the rubber.

He was forced to move on though, as whilst a bulge was forming in his pants he felt uncomfortable to stand there any longer as the fox had spotted him, then fixed him with a dead set stare, watching him as he hammered away at the ass which had been offered to him. Zwoosh knew anyway that if he delayed for too long, Chapu would not take kindly to it, so it was just as well his conscience urged him on.

He passed a few other closed doors, one which had the sign 'Closed for Cleaning' slapped across the front. Zwoosh noted, with varying levels of amusement, that somebody had taken the time to graffiti this sign with a winking face, which had the mutt wondering whether or not there was either genuine cleaning going on or perhaps something a whole lot kinkier.

Chapu was stood waiting, arms crossed outside their room. His gaze was burning intensely as the mutt wandered up, looking quite sheepish and almost hesitant as he went to meet the Komodo dragon,

"You kept me waiting."

"Sorry sir..." The mutt found himself to be sincere, yet he had thought not moments ago that delaying had been part of his plan to make the lizard bored with him. The lizard just huffed, pushing open the door to reveal a similar room as to what Zwoosh had witnessed last time. Very little appeared different - perhaps the sheets were stained a little more than usual, or the room seemed muskier than last time, but it was all irrelevant really when it boiled down to it. The mutt crept in, tentative as he recounted the last time he'd found himself here, but a solid shove from behind with a scaled paw sent him staggering inside, nearly collapsing on the bed from the sheer force. Looking around now he could pick out several details that were most certainly different from his last venture here; a sling was strung up by chains off to one corner, clasped to the ceiling by thick steel rungs, whilst to one side was a water cooler, seeming so out of place that the mutt very nearly at it actually being here. Several of its canisters were strewn about the floor near its base, all empty but showing signs of having been full once before, whilst the container currently installed into the cooler was very much nearly empty. A pitcher, too big for the mutt to have ever possibly handled, was sitting on the bedside table with the dregs of water still swirling in the base. It made for an odd sight, one which particularly unnerved Zwoosh as his mind failed to understand the logic as to why any of these things would be here.

Chapu followed closely behind the male, wasting no time in beginning to bark orders,

"Strip down, bitch, I've been holding this in for long enough."

Zwoosh did not have any chance to question what he meant, nor did he consider even having one at all, given that he was now just an inferior slut to this male. He watched the Komodo dragon as he undressed; taking in the iconic Mohawk and tattooed torso he'd very nearly forgotten. The mutt had gone to great lengths to have the sight erased from his mind, smothering it with work and studying, but now as he looked to the beefy muscled lizard, he wondered why on Earth he had even tried to. This male's body was god-like and suited his personality well; both felt oppressive and dominant, exuding a power so primal that Zwoosh knew anyone would willingly serve him. He also would have guessed that anyone would have loved to have mounted him too, should the mood have fancied Chapu. The grizzly face, whilst for the moment appeared leering and lusty, did have the capacity for pleasure and gentleness. It was a shame Zwoosh knew he would never see that side. He was met with the cold claws and chiselled muscles of a male who was very much keen on having his way with him.

As per instructions, the mutt had come dressed with barely what was necessary. This included a simple t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and nothing more. He was naked beyond these articles of clothing, so when he finally kicked off his jeans, he stood there fully nude, a collar strapped around his neck which he had assumed to keep on. Chapu grinned, a savage grin which gave the mutt much to worry about, and he closed the gap between them. Sharp claws danced through his fur as he was examined, analysed from head-to-toe by the lizard who was inspecting his property,

"Good girl... So well behaved and obedient," He snapped his fingers and pointed to the sling, "Get yourself into that and get those legs up, spread your cunt wide."

The mutt whined, quietly enough so that Chapu didn't hear, but still one of protest. The lizard turned about to prepare whatever it was he had in store for the smaller male, which left Zwoosh with little option but to do as he was told, just as he expected. He was right, once more he was absolutely right; Zwoosh was well behaved and obedient. He even questioned how far he might actually go should the reptile continue to command him as he did.

Getting up into the leather sling was tricky. The material was thick, unlike anything the mutt had seen before, and he was unused to the unnatural sways and shakes it made as he attempted to position himself into it. The thick chains rattled as he tried to sit on it like he might with a chair, but he soon found that treating the device as a grotesque swing seemed to be the best bet. He hopped onto the edge, flicking his tail out of the way before lying back down, his back fitting into the contours of the leather base and allowing him little movement. Once he was set, there was not much room to fidget or shift about to get comfortable, he was simply stuck. It would require a great deal of effort to strain and pull himself up again - the variety of fitness workout that Zwoosh had certainly not been expecting.

From his new position, he could not see much of the room. His head faced away from most of it, so to bend his neck at such an exerting angle would reward him with too much ache to bear. He was reserved then to quick glances, looking down his chest and legs to see what Chapu might be doing. But the male had his back to him, leaving Zwoosh with nothing but a painful view of his back and his muscular tail. He could see him rummaging around with something, followed by the steady and hard glugs of the cooler jumping into action. The pitcher was also gone from the bedside, he noted worryingly, and assumed that the lizard was taking an especially large fill of water. Why he still didn't know, but he was desperate to find out, yet still quite nervous as to the Komodo dragon's more practical methods of letting him know rather than just saying.

He saw Chapu turnabout slightly, at least letting the mutt see him from a side-on view instead of just being faced with his back. Zwoosh watched in the grungy light with mild curiosity as the lizard lifted the jug in one paw with ease, pitching it towards his maw and drinking it down greedily as though he had never had a glass of water in his life. Without stopping, he downed the entire jug, even taking a step or two towards the trunk that sat at the foot of the bed to let the mutt see that he'd pretty much just emptied the remaining contents of the cooler. Zwoosh was beginning to regret this more and more...

Lifting his legs up, remembering his orders, he struggled to see what Chapu was searching for, hearing the clink of metal as a trolley was wheeled over. Just like last time, Zwoosh recognised the large bottle of gel, shivering at just how indistinguishable it was to last time. For all he knew, this could have been the hundredth bottle the place had used, or it could be the exact same one. Four handcuffs were piled onto the tray too, all typical as to the next, all sharing the same design. Next to this on the tray though was something far more terrifying. Zwoosh had seen them before, but never had he observed a real one. There were videos online, pictures in medical journals and often just something that had turned up through rogue internet searches. It was what he believed to be called a 'speculum'. A medical device, used for opening up passages into the body for examination; seldom had the mutt seen these being used for anything pleasurable, but he knew very well they had a special place as a particular fetish for such people. The odd few, Zwoosh knew, had had their holes stretched for one purpose or another, and he dreaded to think why one such speculum sat merely a foot or two away from him now.

He was left wondering as Chapu went for the handcuffs first, fixing first two sets about his wrists, latching them to the chains which hung next to his shoulders, high up enough so that he was left with no room to move them - the last two were administered in much the same fashion to his legs, fixing them so that they were placed high up to make his rump almost lift from the seat, leaving his ass cheeks and hole very much exposed.

This was followed up with the all too familiar lube; Zwoosh tracked the Komodo dragon as he picked up the bottle and applied a generous dollop to his paw before putting it back down again. It was taken out of sight, giving the mutt just a moment's notice to ready himself to the ferocious cold that sapped his cheeks as it was smeared all along his cleft, with special attention paid to his hole. He winced, shuddering in his bindings as he felt the chill travel quickly through him, finally making him realise just how cold he actually was. The room didn't even seem heated. It was as though all the windows and doors had been opened to leave the place full of draughts, all of which had crosscurrents that breezed across his behind. His ears were laid flat against his head as fingers began to probe him, two already prising their way deep past his rim, working quite insistently to open him up. He could do nothing but lie back and wait, his mind focusing on the piston-motion of the paw as a third finger was added, and then finally a fourth until he felt pushed to his limit. He could hear Chapu's heavy breathing appear laboured as he licked his lips, the tongue darting along jagged teeth. He was most likely enjoying the sight, the mutt thought with an inward cower, as his fingers slid and pushed with crude grace in and out of his puffing rim. If he concentrated just enough, he could feel those alien digits graze along his innards, reaching just deep enough to brush against his prostate, making him jolt and jitter against his bonds.

The fingers were inelegantly withdrawn as the lizard shifted from footpaw to footpaw, seeming impatient as he reached across from the mutt, lube-soaked paws plucking up that surgical speculum from the side tray. It glinted across the lighting, just showing what exactly it was the mutt was about to have stuffed up his rear stretching him so. It disappeared from view, the cold tip dragging along his perineum until it came to that stretched rim. He felt the chill began to slide its way into his ass, pressing deeper as its graduated size began to already spread Zwoosh's hole wide. The sense shared its similarities to the wands from his previous visit, but this seemed to fall to a new level of intrusions. The mutt was welcome to the thought of men fucking his ass, nor did he shy away from being pushed to his ability, but it felt so clinical to him. He squirmed about as this device was forced deeper into him, meeting no resistance from an already loose hole, until finally the pointed nodule of the corkscrew poked against his taint, making him moan ever so slightly. The easy part was now over, soon to be followed by the inevitable strain.

Chapu's fingers toyed upon the corkscrew, turning it slowly first so the mutt could not quite feel the beginning of the stretches. Zwoosh seemed to breathe deeply, calming for a moment until the lizard gave the speculum a sudden lurch, letting it stretch that hole an inch wider than what was normal. A howl filled the air, but it wouldn't be the last. Again the corkscrew was twisted, turning about and making the metal prongs begin to separate within the mutt, pushing out his rim and forcing apart his walls to create a vacuumed tunnel that went into his gut. Wider still it went, making him grunt and yowl aloud for all he was worth, moaning pitifully with a mix of pained cries. But his cock was solid and dribbling across his stomach, so whilst his mind adamantly refused what was going on, there was nothing that his body rejected. He bucked up as the corkscrew began to reach its end, Chapu pressing a paw over the mutt's stomch to feel the steel metal pushed deep into his bowels. He crouched down to inspect the sight, and Zwoosh could only wonder what he saw. His hole clenched around the metal, but he was unable to do anything. He was steadfastly stuck with it plunged deep, air rushing in now to cool along what were normally concealed innards.

A sharp smack to his buttock made him yelp loudly, reminding him just exactly the position he was in as the reptile took a step back, pulling down his jockstrap and finally letting his python free to bob in the air. From where the mutt lay, though it now strained him too much to look up across his body to his behind, he could partially see the ridged cock that had already claimed him once before. He could feel its heat bearing down upon his cheeks, even radiating deep into his exposed gut. Part of him wondered if the Komodo dragon was going to fuck him like this, ass already stretched and made easy prey to the beast's dick, but it surprised him when Chapu still appeared only semi-hard, slapping his thick meat across those buns, smearing them with pre and lube. His confusion however did not last long as he felt the lizard take a step back, holding his member in one paw and pushing away the mutt's legs with the other.

There was the sound of something wet flowing, a seeping warmth splattered against the mutt's thighs until its direction was aimed at his hole. He smelt it first before he could feel it, the stench of urine that swiftly filled the air, but it was hastily followed by a drowning hotness that pitched deep inside his gut. He squirmed and writhed about, feeling Chapu hold him still and growl happily as he let loose a torrent of piss straight into his ass. Now the speculum and jugs of water made sense, and the mutt was unable to do anything but simply lie there and let him have his way, his rump brimming with spent fluids. It was unbelievably warm, gurgling into his stomach as it slipped into him unhinged and unoppressed. If he focused hard enough, through his moans and squeals, Zwoosh could locate the stream, feeling it slurp its way into him, filling up a space that should not normally be filled with such a liquid. It seemed almost unending as for several minutes the Komodo dragon stood there, tongue lazing out of his muzzle with his eyes closed in relief, sending an arc of piss that splashed all across the mutt's cheeks and into his hole, which now overflowed with the bubbling brew of urine and lube. With a final grunt though, his stream subsided until he shook his pecker dry, wiping the last few drops across the arse. Zwoosh felt utterly humiliated, attempting to push out and expel the piss, but to no avail. With little control over his muscles for a good few inches into his gut, the piss simply sloshed and wrought about deep inside him.

"So fucking hot, good girl... Look at all that piss."

That, however, did not seem to be the end - the mutt would have been a fool to even think it was. Chapu moved up behind him, now stroking a hardened length as his bladder was emptied into the mutt's bowels, readying himself for a hard rutting. Zwoosh felt the spined head push at his already opened hole and slip along the metal grooves that filled his body. He felt the displacement of the cock as it began to dip into the piss-pool that now swirled with him, pushing down until he felt the length hilt him. He grunted, feeling Chapu buck mercilessly against his prostate as the piss sloshed, making obscene noises from his abdomen that he'd never heard before. Zwoosh felt horribly dirty and abused in a greater way than when he'd last been here; as he laid back and took the pounding, grunting each time the ridged cock would drag along his walls, soaked in the male's musky piss, he felt his whole being become nothing but a tube of flesh to be enjoyed. He no longer felt like a person, but a true slave and subject. He realised now he'd do anything for the lizard, so long as he were to bark an order and snap his fingers.

The Komodo dragon was able to really work the mutt's ass over, given that his access was so free and so well-lubed, it was as though gliding into a welcoming slippery glove that fitted him perfectly, sucking along his length. Zwoosh moaned out to the ceiling, his head shaking about in the sling as he strained at the bindings, aching in this position but unable to do anything about it. The heavy stench mixed with the unmistakable aroma of musk was enough to set him on edge, accompanied by the lewd sounds that orchestrated Chapu's fucking. It was as though he beat out a tempo, his balls slapping against the metal embedded in the mutt's ass, dictating the rhythm they were to rut at. If the reptile so desired, he could speed up or slow down all to his leisure, watching with a sadistic gaze as Zwoosh became truly his. He leant down, shifting his grasp on the mutt so that he could pull that ass back, giving him a better angle to pound himself in deep. The speculum really was a good call, for the lizard at least, as it gave him the glorious sensations of a smooth, slick fuck without the annoying twitches and interfering clenches of the mutt. It also meant it would take longer for Zwoosh to reach his orgasm too, with the little stimulation that he got. Daresay Chapu that he'd be surprised if the mutt even came tonight, as the medical contraption took away most of the pleasure. He growled and huffed, his hot breath panting into Zwoosh's vulnerable face, the canine unable to pull away or do anything to prevent it as he was hammered with that hardened lap. Whilst it was true that he couldn't feel the familiar stretch against his rim now - for the device had been in long enough for him to adjust - he certainly felt the spiny head and ridges grind along him in the most teeth-chattering ways.

But with the warm piss still slogging about within his gut, making for a satisfying ride, Chapu could not like all men hold out forever. His chest heaved with the exertion, a heavy sweat forming along his torso as he lifted his arms up to grip the chains to which Zwoosh's wrists were cuffed to. He began to swing the mutt back and forth onto his hips, meeting each motion with a brutal thrust as he went from base to tip, making sure to get the slut writhing about in agonised bliss as he was ravaged. His head threw itself side to side as he could feel his orgasm pressing against his abdomen, but with such sparse connection between the cock burying itself within him and his inner walls it failed to ever crest the hill that tumbled to climax. Chapu on the other paw was nearing his, and he knew within the few final rams he would be spewing his seed into overfull guts. He roared, fucking his member deep into the mutt's ass once, twice, and then a third time until he could feel internal muscles clench and his cock throbbed along the metal plates inside. Heavy jets of cum streamed to mix with the stale urine and lube, splurging into a cocktail of bodily fluids that filled the air with their potent aroma. The mutt gasped and came close to purring as his bowels were topped up with the radiating heat he'd grown to love. He could feel himself get to the point of bursting, a swollen gut now bloating out and pressing against his hard shaft that dribbled pre, whilst there was nothing he could do about it. His ass refused to budge, locked open by the speculum, and so the cocktail remained, trapped within its shaker.

Chapu withdrew his meat, standing back to examine his handiwork. From the light, as much as Zwoosh knew, he could see the broth, bubbled and foaming, ebb and swill around just near the rim. A little would slip over the edge, but not enough to cause alarm. The Komodo dragon was far from done though. As he stroked over the sore cheeks of the abused rump, he reached off out of the mutt's sight, lifting up a gargantuan butt plug that he'd hidden for this very moment. He began to gently unscrew the nodule of the speculum, reducing its size as the hole managed to close up. Zwoosh desperately attempted to seize the opportunity to try and push out some of the gloop, his hole pressing against the metal violently but to no avail. Chapu waited until the mutt lost strength and took a breather, slipping the device out and expertly replacing it with the glistening black plug, pushing it in deep until the bitch's hole folded over the widest part and sucked the rest in. Zwoosh howled, moaning aloud as he was forced to contain the sickly concoction within him indefinitely, unable to fight back against the large lizard as he moved back around to his head,

"Girls need to learn that we're not over until I say we're over, not when she does."

He reached to stroke along one of the mutt's ear-tips, delicately fondling it with a claw; Zwoosh thought that it was a moment of tenderness, but he soon felt a coarse palm roughly grasp the back of his head and push his muzzle against that slimy cock. He could smell the stench of ammonia, the piss and cum soaking the sides that shone wetly in the light. His lips were forced onto the head, his tongue lurching back when he tasted the pungent tang of urine and seed, but Chapu pressed in, not stopping until the mutt's face was buried onto the huge cock. Tilted backwards, his throat was perfectly aligned to his mouth, letting the lizard slide right into him as though it were another hole to fill, much like before. He had no desire to cum again, but as he stroked along the mutt's exposed and innocent neck, feeling along the bulges his member made within him, he grunted, letting loose a stream of hot steamy piss into Zwoosh's stomach, another pent up volume from an overinflated bladder. It was pumped directly into the mutt's weakened form, filling him from the other end. He felt Zwoosh twitch and writhe beneath him, sweaty balls resting against the mutt's nose, feeling sharp intakes of breath as he breathed in the musk. Just then, he saw that smaller cock begin to throb, then burst out uncontrollably, spraying a thick load of cum up and across his chest and bloated gut. Chapu merely grinned, making gentle fucking motions with his hips as he realised he'd just had the bitch cum simply by pissing in him like this.

"Good fucking girl..." He growled possessively, closing his eyes and rolling out his tongue in absolute ecstasy.