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As the Corgi clutched the leaflet in one paw, he stood glowering across the street at the trailing line of furs who had congregated outside the club. He was beyond pissed at himself mostly, but he preferred to delude himself into believing it was their fault and not his; he Corgi had been turned down to attend the event the club was hosting. As soon as the dog had heard about it through a hand-out when wandering the streets out late drinking, he'd been dying to go. It was a convention hosted by a small group of kinky furs that had apparently been running for a year or two and was quite popular. From what Oliver had gathered, it was a place where masters and their pets could go for a bit of fun, specifically catered to their dominating fetish. For Oliver, though he lacked experience in such a field, it was a dream. He wished to go and see if he could maybe find somebody there willing to take on another slave. He was willing, naturally. He craved and thirsted for the taste of his master's boot, the feel of that leash around his own collar, the subjugation... He longed for it, as though he'd been deprived of the very breath he needed to survive. It was torturous to know that a few yards away from him was everything he could have ever desired, held back by soundproofing ruff, bricks, and mortar.

Alas, he'd been too late though. Though he'd received the flyer well in advance of the event, he'd dallied about. His nerves had gotten the better of him. Weeks passed until he finally logged into the club's website, scanning for where he could make his application, but when his eyes flitted across the deep, bold red message that declared bookings were full he was devastated. There was little he could do though except one of two things. Stay at home, mope, and try and get over an opportunity missed, or he could sneak in now.

So there he stood, waiting for a moment when it seemed like he might blend in with the crowd, watching the neon sign glare out the words 'Event Horizon' across the street. One of the letters flickered, threatening to extinguish itself, more than likely just denoting to how grungy the place could be. The exterior, Oliver knew, was quite tame in comparison to the building's guts. It was the sort of place he'd been told never to even look at as a child, let alone go near. The tales you heard that went on behind such doors was unfathomable, impossible, yet terribly dirty. Most would turn their noses up at the stories, the details being often enough to have their guts churning in displeasure, but for Oliver, it was just an enticement. An incentive to go to the club and see for himself what the fuss was all about, to sample for once the goods on offer. But the Corgi's fear of this dark unknown had held him back. It had kept him restrained to timidity and ignorance, keeping his paws shoved in his pockets and his head hung low whenever he sped past the club in the daylight. Even then, though lacking the menacing gloom, it remained foreboding to him.

If ever Oliver was to take his chance, it'd be now. The tiger, a bouncer positioned by the door with a clipboard and headset glued to his head, stood guard, though he seemed preoccupied with a particularly large party. The dog seized the opportunity with a thundering heart as he streaked across the road, slipping behind the laid out velvet ropes that ran along the side of the warehouse and towards the entrance. He put himself into a position where he thought he wouldn't be seen, at least hidden amongst the throng of masters and pets, though his attire would give him away for sure. Whilst he donned a regular pair of torn jeans and a fishnet vest, the other attendants - those more committed to the principle of true ownership than he was - wore leather, rubber, latex, and all manner of gear that bordered upon the verge of being demonic. One particular individual fixed him with a glassy look, his eyes smothered behind reflective shades, and an impassive face gorged into his as the wolf tugged on a leash hard, forcing his little otter along, shuffling on all fours on the rough pavement. It was mesmerising to watch, and though Oliver longed to be in the same position as the otter, he didn't know if he had the guts. He didn't know if he could stomach what he might face behind those doors.

Fate intervened though.

"Oi," snapped the tiger, shoving an unruly, thick arm in front of the dog before he could slip past his watch. Oliver gulped, staggering to a stop, "Name?"

"Uh..." He had to think fast, come up with something there on the spot or else he'd lose his one chance to finally breach into his darkest pit of fantasies... "Oliver Lannel" There was a long pause, the big feline scanning down the list of names. He flipped over the sheet not once, but twice, checking down the list and running it over a second time,

"You ain't here." He grunted, "Any idea why?"

"I registered online," Oliver said indignantly, wondering if maybe the bouncer would take pity on him and wave him through, "I'm positive I'm down on the list!" The tiger looked up at him, fixing his eyes with the dog's. Oliver nervously glanced left and right, watching the nearby door as well as going back to the burly male who now blocked his path to sexual freedom.

"If you registered online, you should have printed out the identification slip with your form then..." He said levelly, crossing his arms to create and even more impenetrable barrier. That sweet taste of darkness seemed to be dissipating fast, particularly with the grumbling line furs which was now getting more irritated by the second,

"I must have forgotten it, didn't realise I had to bring it."

"How convenient, despite the registry form telling you specifically to keep it on you at all times throughout the weekend." It was an all-weekend event? Shit... The Corgi hadn't accounted for that. He'd thought they'd meant just one day of the weekend, not the entirety of it. This added a new dimension he was prepared for, one that pushed him a little too far.

"I didn't read that part..." His breathing was becoming erratic, shallow and rapid. The desire to go in, the fear of what might be inside, and the tiger's scrutiny was panicking him, making him doubt himself. If he ran now though, he'd be humiliated. He could never return without the mockery of those around him inside. They'd make him out to be a laughing stock, not worth anybody's time or effort for he was nothing but a wanna-be. He could feel his future, the exploration he could have taken, all dwindling away within seconds for a stupid gamble he believed was worth it.

"How convenient again," The tiger was clearly no longer buying the bullshit nonsense the Corgi was coming up with, and he stared down his chest at the dog, huffing up his torso so that it stuck out. It was all but practically over. There was nothing left to do now but for the dog to tuck his tail between his legs and go home, a failure now and forever more in the eyes of masters.

Sensing the change in the Corgi's attitude, the bouncer stepped aside, letting the dog past and exiting the line. Oliver just hung his head low as he turned to leave, shuffling himself off on his saddened way. That was it, he guessed. The hopes of finally learning what it was like on the darker side of sex was slipping away. There was no chance now he could return to the club, not without the mockery and embarrassment of those around him. Sure, some people got off on humiliation, but for the dog, it was crippling.

A paw shot out, snatching at the dog's arm. Oliver started with a fright, eyes wide and wild, looking to the beefy paw that grasped his wrist. His gaze trailed up to the tiger, his expression stern,

"Meet me across the street in ten minutes," his voice lowered, becoming a thick, menacing growl, "If you really want to know what it's like..."

Oliver just swallowed back a gulp of fear, nodding if it would make the feline let him go. Slowly, the hold was released and he scampered off quickly, fleeing before the tiger made another move for him. He rubbed his arm where the paw had squeezed him tight. Even know, the pain lingered, the strength unquestionable. Oliver could see why he was the bouncer. The authority he exuded was unmatched. It was why now, as the Corgi disappeared into the side streets, the words he'd uttered still rang in his head like a learned knoll.

If you really want to know what it's like...

It was as good an offer as he was going to get that evening. If he was being forbidden entry into the club, denied a chance at seeing what the event was like then the bouncer had ultimately just thrown him a lifeline. It was up to Oliver if he wanted to take a firm grasp of it and hold on for dear life, seeing how far it might drag him into the underbelly of his own sexuality. What other choice did he have? To go home and sit scrolling through tiresome messages on some internet hook-up site, or would he finally grab life by the balls - perhaps even literally?

Meet me across the street in ten minutes...

He let himself smile coyly. Oliver's night was about to get pretty interesting, to say the least.

~ ~ ~

The night seemed to be only getting colder as Oliver waited in the dark. The harsh street lights barely cast a glow down the small alley, the place where he'd taken refuge in wait for the bouncer to come along. Or at least, he hoped it would be the bouncer. It had only occurred to him then that maybe he would send someone else, maybe more, to rape him and leave him for dead amongst the dumpsters.

He didn't know why, but the thought thrilled him even for its depravity.

Oliver huffed softly into his paws, rubbing them vigorously together to dispel some of the chill from his fingers. It was a terrifying wait, filled with moments of pacing back and forth, eyes flitting to check the time on his watch. Ten minutes, the tiger had said, meet him across the street in ten minutes. He had waited fifteen; even bordering onto twenty, but still there was no sign of the feline. Perhaps the bouncer had wanted to humiliate him even more. Force the poor Corgi to wait in the freezing darkness for nearly half an hour until he figured out he was being taken for a ride - and certainly not the good kind. Oliver was beginning to even debate his options of just going home, or letting the whole thing go and just trying some other way to get involved. It surely couldn't take much doing. There were other clubs in the district, though certainly none as infamous and sordid as Event Horizon, but they were decent substitutes. He could always try taking a trip to Flesh. He'd heard some good things about there.

A sudden movement at the mouth of the alley roused Oliver's attention. Looking up, startled and with his heart booming in his ears, he squinted at the silhouette to see who might be coming. His muzzle had run dry, leaving him to lick his lips in a desperate act to try and make himself feel at least normal before the tiger arrived.

The silhouette turned out to be some drunken guy stumbling through the streets. Oliver let out a heavy sigh. Maybe he was just hoping for something that was never going to come? People always talked about seeing and believing things that weren't truly there, like if you hear a word by accident when someone said something else. A slip of some kind... Oliver must just be experiencing something akin to that; that he was pretending to himself that a dominant male had deemed him worth the effort and time to fuck in a side street in the middle of the city. With no experience in this area of things, he wouldn't be much fun if the tiger was expecting a better trained pet to use. Most masters or tops he'd met all seemed to demand that. They're slaves had to have had at least some mileage before they were even considered making the cut. He'd found that rude, but there was little he could do except thank them for their time and move on bitterly. Would the tiger think the same of him? How else was he supposed to get a foothold in the community?

"You seem on edge," a voice chuckled behind him, low and sultry. Oliver nearly jumped out of his fur as his whole body tensed up, paws slowly encircling about his neck, thumbs rubbing along the ridges of his shoulder blades,

"Fuck..." he hissed, breathing out a small sigh of relief, turning around to face the person who'd snuck up on him. Sure enough, it was the tiger, donning a leather cap and with a harness strapped across his chest. His white grin shone in the shadows, his leer staring down at the smaller dog. "How long have you been stood there?"

"Long enough to know that you seem desperate for this to happen."

"I'd do anything..."

"Anything?" The tone was unnerving for the Corgi, as that grin only seemed to spread a fraction wider. Oliver just answered with a nod, his ears slowly falling back until they lay flat against his skull. "Good... I'm Kurt, by the way, but you won't be saying that much. In fact, you won't be saying anything..." The tiger lifted something small into the air, a red ball, dangling by a black strap that was pinched between his fingers. Oliver had to lean in close to see what exactly it was, trying to identify in the dark what the tiger had in mind. But his comments were clues enough; he held in his paw a gag, most likely taken from the club. Oliver blushed, unsure what to do now given that the tiger was taking command of the situation.

"Are you going to gag me, sir?" Oliver spoke, his voice hoarse and nervous, wringing his paws together as he wondered what to do. Kurt, the tiger, lifted one palm up to his face, stroking along the muzzle. Whilst his actions would have appeared outwardly affectionate, there was something sinister about the gentle caresses he made with his thumb. The way he held Oliver's face against his paw; it was not a sweet touch. It was like a butcher weighing up the value of a piece of meat.

"Of course, little boy," he cooed, the words salty to the Corgi's ears. He shivered with each syllable uttered past those sadistic lips, "We don't want you waking up the locals with your screams."

Oliver was dumbfounded. Every past boyfriend he'd been with, every male he'd had a one night stand with, each time he'd fumbled with another dude in bed, he had always had some level of authority - that he had ome role in taking charge and leading the situation. He always made it pleasurable for both sides, to engage everyone's tastes. But here he was faced with a villain of a feline, whose only desire right now was to ensnare him and use him for his own whims. For some reason, innate and inexplicable, Oliver found himself getting hard. It was as though Kurt's very presence, his low voice, and the simple leer to his eyes that made him so irrevocably enticing. Like being in the company of a demon, if a demon were a hunky, drop dead gorgeous male with a liking for dirtier things. Even as Oliver quietly opened his mouth, willed to be obedient by Kurt's expectant stare, he couldn't help but writhe in need for him. It was so close now that Oliver wanted to reach out and grab it, that his fantasies and desires were finally going to be quenched once and for all, a small spark within him igniting into a giant roaring inferno of lust and passion. In that cold alley, he was a burning flame of wanton need for primal sex.

The straps were fastened tightly around his head, the ball clattering into his mouth until it wedged against his jaw, forcing it to remain open. Holes that had been drilled into the gag let him breathe, though it created a soft whistle upon every exhale, and drool was already beginning to seep around his lips. It didn't seem to bother the tiger though, who traced a claw across his now stretched maw, sliding across the cheeks and then over the Corgi's fine lips, saying nothing but being only an inch away from the dog's face. The lack of personal space was an overwhelming injustice, but Oliver stood perfectly still, waiting for Kurt to make his next move. It wasn't an air of authority he exuded. He knew he already had that from the moment they'd first met. No, this was an assumption of ownership he had, that he could do whatever he damn well pleased without the dog having a single word to say against him. He would go unchallenged, pushing the dog to his limits, and at the end of it all Oliver would wag his tail like a good boy and thank him for everything.

It was as perverse as the dog could have thought it could get.

A handcuff was brought up into sight from the tiger's seemingly endless pockets. Oliver barely had a chance to wonder what exactly the male had smuggled from the club as the cold steel clasped at his wrist, brought back towards some ancient gutter pipe that ran down one side of the wall, and then looped around to his other paw. Once again the sound of metal clicking against metal echoed in the alley, the ring tightening about his wrist until it left him trapped, fixed to this pipe and left to Kurt's wishes. He kept shifting his weight about, propping up one leg upon a wooden crate that had been upturned and strewn across the passage floor; with his legs spread and hips pushed out towards the feline, he shivered as paws enclosed about his waist. They stroked across the thighs until winding down towards the male's crotch, fingers stretching out and then brushing along the throbbing member that dangled between Oliver's legs. The tips flicked and toyed with the ring that had been pierced through the head, tugging upon it gently to make the dog groan and growl helplessly. He grunted into the gag as Kurt took a fairly rough hold of his cock, jerking it carelessly until the dog felt himself begin to firm up, the knot ever so slowly swelling. But before he even had a chance to let it reach a proper size, he felt a ring push at his flesh, guided by fingers until it slid down his shaft. It squeezed its way past the knot inelegantly, but the result was all the same. The Corgi moaned as his shaft bucked and tapped against his stomach, pumped full of blood that just refused to leave, the ring keeping him horny with a tantalising need. It constricted his dick until it was almost painfully hard, desperate for some relief. He whined, peering back across his shoulder to the tiger, who simply grinned,

"Good dog," he took a casual grope of his own junk, shifting about whatever lay beneath the leather, "That's it, you want it, don't you?"

Oliver could only nod his head. If it meant getting rid of the ring, if it meant getting off, he'd do anything. He wanted to know how it felt to be dominated.

He half expected the feline to drop the leather pants and to just fuck him there and then - it was already kinky enough for what he was normally used to - but he got wary when the tiger fished something else that he'd brought. Apparently his pockets were more than just endless, are the next item for him to unveil was a huge jar. He hadn't seen the tiger enter the alley with that... Maybe he'd hidden it somewhere, almost like he was expecting for someone just like Oliver to come by the club.

As Kurt unscrewed the large cap, the Corgi could only wheeze through the gag, unable to say anything at all. He could only dribble through the holes, his teeth clamping down in anticipation for what it would be that the tiger had in mind. Inside he was cowering, though his position didn't do much to allow him that there and then, but if could his tail would be between his legs. But he didn't dare move, not with the male standing so close behind him, the heat of his presence almost burning itself into his back. The cold night was forgotten about, the public nothing but an inconvenience, as Kurt commanded every ounce of the dog's attention. To make a show of it, he held the jar aloft in one paw, in such a way it mimicked how waiters might hold their trays; slowly, at a very leisurely pace, he lowered his other paw into the jar. Oliver could just make out through the dim light the oddly coloured glass that something inside was squelching, the noise filling the alley above all else. Kurt just smiled sardonically, enjoying the fearful look on his prey's face as his paw was drowned in lube. It was a special blend, never stocked on shelves or available for sale - it was exclusive to the Event Horizon. He'd managed to swipe a spare jar of the stuff just for the dog.

Pulling the paw out, the Corgi was treated to the spectacle of thick glops of gooey lube dripping from the tiger's paw, the soft sound making a dull plop as it landed back inside the jar. With each wet splat Oliver winced, flinching from the noise. He had no doubt now what the tiger intended to do, and though he fidgeted uncomfortably as Kurt crept nearer to him, he didn't resist. How could he? This was what he wanted...

The slimy paw caressed his outstretched cheeks, inconsiderate to the fact it was making a mess, and then slid gently into the cleft. Oliver shivered and let out a muffled whimper as the first finger sought out his hole and probed inwards. The dog tried to back away from the paw, but Kurt just kept a firm hold on him, placing the jar down by his footpaws and then clamping onto his waist. He drew Oliver back, forcing him to back onto the finger until it was in deep. The dog was tight, shuddering as his pucker clenched upon the digit, but Kurt was patient. He waited for endless minutes until the Corgi had finally stopped attempting to crush his finger and then drew back out. He made a brief fucking motion with the single appendage before adding a second. Again, the process was repeated, Kurt employing what had to be the patience of a saint whilst he waited out the Corgi's resistance. His hole hadn't seen action for maybe months, at the very least, and if he was going to take the tiger's package then he'd need to be more than loose.

He yelped when a third finger was roughly shoved in, sliding along the groove the first two had formed and stretching his hole open. Kurt exercised as much strength in his paw as he could muster, forcing open the ass in all directions to give it some spread. Oliver clutched the piping with both paws, his forehead pressed against the cool plastic as his pucker was fingered. He bit down hard into the gag when Kurt added a fourth finger on a whim, forcing him wider than he'd ever gone before. His past partners had always stopped at three. It was a natural point where male size was the next best thing after three fingers, the girth being the next graduation up. Any time a fourth had been tried, Oliver had refused, moving straight onto the cock almost as though it were a routine thing: one, two, three, and then dick - never four. He would have yelled for Kurt to stop had this been an ordinary one night stand. But it wasn't, it was far from it, and he had to endure as he felt all four fingers slide into his depths, wiggling through his guts and pushing him out further than he'd felt before.

When he felt the thumb begin to push at his rim, Oliver began to panic.

He hyperventilated, or at least he believed that's what it was, into the gag with rising nerves sparking in his head. It was impossible, he could never take that size! His eyes were wide in brutal fear and he struggled pathetically as Kurt pushed in regardless. His face was totally emotionless, a cold mask of steel that was unfeeling to the Corgi's plight as his pink hole spread about his orange paw. It was forced wider and wider, making the dog groan and whimper in such fright as the tiger pressed on. The sensation of it was terrifying, Oliver believing that at some point, something down there was going to tear, to rip apart and leave him bleeding in some alley. Kurt would abandon him, panicking that he'd just wounded another in some fucked up sex act in public. With the dog chained to the pipe, he would be unable to get help, and he'd be left to bleed out in his own filth. His panting became more erratic, shallower, and his vision ebbed black in the warnings of passing out. He couldn't do it, it just wouldn't work.

Then it all happened at once.

As Kurt's paw pushed to the very widest part of his beefy paw, there was a gentle suction as size overcame strength. His thumb was pulled in by the Corgi's hole, gulping down the paw until the hole was clenched tight about his wrist, pulsing hotly with the scared heartbeat of the dog. Oliver just screamed into the gag, the sudden rush of size plunging into his guts left him with a quaking feeling that ricocheted throughout his body, riding along his spine and bloating out his stomach. He cock surged with blood, but still refused to cum, even though at this point he was bursting for release. His footpaws grounded in their footing as he sobbed softly to himself, breathing heavily as he slowly reclined from the soaring high of panic he'd had. When he finally cast a glance over his shoulder, he was greeted to the sight of Kurt letting loose a grin, breaking the mask and showing the dog just how in control he truly was.

"You were born to bottom," he slurred, "You stretch out beautifully, like a pro. Maybe I should have let you in after all."

Hearing the words now was just ironic. Though Oliver's ears were pinned back, his face flush in humiliation and embarrassment from the praise, and with his gut swollen and full with the tiger's writhing paw, he was irked that he might have gotten in after all if he'd had more of a backbone. Still, he spread his legs further apart and lifted his tail up for Kurt's ease, allowing him better access to his engorged hole. He growled, passing some other compliment but it was just noise to Oliver's ears at that point. He felt the tiger's paw pull back against his hole, stretching it back out in the opposite direction. Though he grunted in displeasure, it meant nothing to the tiger, who once again went about his way as though he were only a slab of meat to be used. The hole eventually gave up the fight and slurped out the paw with a wet rush of air. Oliver blushed, but Kurt just chuckled as he made the sound, slapping one of the dog's cheeks. Everything came at its price, and sadly fisting brought wind with it. Kurt wasn't deterred though. He pressed his fingers back at the opening again and pushed in, forcing that hole to stretch once more to his paw. It was easier going this time, though Oliver still shuddered and bucked with the strain of it. The sensation of having something that large enter his bowels was nothing he was used to. It left him with an alien feeling, like a fat ball of lead was sitting right in his gut and weighing him down. Frankly, for all that it was unusual and bizarre to him, it turned him on beyond anything else had before. His cock dribbled pre all across the floor in sticky strands, his nostrils flaring as he panted. His mind was all foggy with the haze of lust, feeling the tiger behind him gradually become more and more careless with each successive thrust of his arm. His hole had become sloppy, lubed with the greasy concoction fresh from the jar at his footpaws, and its resistance was being eroded away with every slam.

Soon Oliver was certain he could feel Kurt get deeper. As the tiger squatted down behind his rump, he swore more of that forearm was sliding into his gut than before. Though he couldn't see properly, and his mind was occupied with trying to cling to consciousness, it was unmistakable that something was going on down there. Only did he realise what it was when he felt Kurt his ass another spank, his muzzle nuzzling into his sodden cheeks and nipping with his teeth along the sensitive flesh. Oliver grunted, shifting as he tried to see what it was, but then he felt the tiger flex his arm. He was in elbow-deep, the paw poking into the beginnings of his colon as it pushed out his abdomen. The dog wanted to force the tiger off, to throw him away and let his ass recover from the horrendous treatment, but he found himself oddly begin to enjoy it. As his body bulged obscenely from the size that now pummelled his guts, he drifted into a realm of ecstasy that burnt away his better judgement. Tomorrow was forgotten about. The discomfort he might have to put up with then was just a mere price tag for the bountiful pleasure he got now. It was all worth it.

"Looks like you're ready, pup."

And just like that, Oliver's bliss was shattered.

He had thought that the fisting was all Kurt intended to do, that he'd never desired to fuck the male's ass, even though it might have been tempting. The fisting so far had been enough, but apparently the tiger wanted more. He would certainly have it, no matter what Oliver wanted.

The arm was pulled from his hole slowly, the sound of the limb retracting with greasy depths squelching into the alley. When the paw came free, there was a soft pop, followed by a gust of air that flooded into Oliver's gaping ass. He moaned into the gag, biting down hard as his hole refused to close for several seconds, yawning wide as though gasping for breath until muscles contracted and pulled his ass closed as best he could. He was still looser than he'd ever been in his life, but he could only drool through the ball gag whilst he waited for whatever was to come next. Shuffling came from behind him, the tiger wiping his arm down as best he could before hooking his thumbs into his pants. He pulled them down, stepping out of the clothing and standing proudly naked in the dull streetlights that glowed into the passage. Oliver couldn't help but immediately look to the feline's member, wanting to see what had warranted his ass being ruined. When he finally made out the shape swinging between the tiger's thighs, his heart stopped.

To call the cat 'hung' would be an understatement. Oliver would have been lying if he said it was on par to the average breeding stallion, but he had to be honest. It was the largest dick he'd ever seen, let alone experienced. Sure, rumours would circulate of well-endowed men having abnormally large cocks, but they were just that. Rumours. Myths. Urban legends. Never had Oliver even begun to consider that any other species besides the obvious could wield such a monster, but there it was. Though the darkness did it absolutely no justice, the Corgi could just tell by the tiger's self-righteous swagger that he knew what he had and he was smug about it. Suddenly, the arm that had stretched his guts out further than ever before seemed to pale in comparison; as though Oliver had just had the smallest butt plug ever, and now he was being faced with the thickest, longest member in history. As Kurt massaged his length, sliding on a ring of his own to maintain an erection, the dog just shivered in paralysed fear. There would be no doubt that the tiger would fuck him. Nothing could stop that now. He had come all this way and he refused to turn back now. But there was no safety word; there was no sense of morality or trust. This was Oliver becoming nothing more than an eccentric toy to the feline. He would be fucked in this alley by the monster cock and he would enjoy it.

Kurt took up a position behind the dog, lifting up his thick cock head to the swollen rim. It was easy going to push the first inch in, but Oliver realised somewhat frighteningly that the first inch only constituted the head. Its fatness spread him open wider than any paw could, though at this point his entire ass was numb to the sensation. It was nothing more than a dull throb that felt familiar to pain but blossomed with pleasure. He clenched his eyes shut as the thick meat was pushed into his guts, reworking his innards and ironing out the creases until it was equal to that of a tunnel of flesh. He gripped the piping tighter than ever before whilst he rode out the initial entry, feeling the cock snake its way to his colon, forcing the organs and insides to mould themselves to the monstrosity. Already his gut bulged from the size, bloated with mere dick alone and nothing else. When finally those fat balls slapped against his own did he let loose a heavy, loud groan. It was continuous and long, stretched out as though it were a howl of bliss, the sheer exertion tormenting his body. But he loved it. All his senses focused on this member sliding within his guts, opening his eyes to stare back affectionately at his master for this moment, the tiger taking a grip of his waist and pushing in as deep as he could. He pulled back, beginning the inevitable fuck they were both heading for.

Oliver's prostate had been worn down to nothing but a flat strip of flesh at this point. The arm had already done the hard work of leaving him ready to be filled again, but as the cock now slid through his ass he felt the most alien sensation as the thick, hot rod glided over that nut. His cock was a drooling mess as much as his muzzle was, but still the tiger continued. His leviathan of a cock was pushed into his depths slowly and then pulled back out, Kurt being a master of his own weapon. He would ramp up the pace steadily, though he savoured the moments where his bitches were still just trying to get used to his size. Oliver squirmed still against the wall, unable to do anything but wait out until he body adjusted - and it would adjust. There was no longer any doubt in his mind. Oliver had given in to the dark side. The questions of whether he'd do it all another time, if he'd ever get a chance to indulge his dirtier fantasies, they all became certainties. Humiliation, pain, pleasure, abuse, all blended into one rich cocktail that would become his lifeblood. Every desire he craved would be derived through another. Though he had been dominant before, a small part in him awakened to the knowledge that he could submit just as easily, provided it was with the right male. Kurt was such a man, ready to use his body however he deemed fit, slamming his length in and out of his hole with as much grace as sandpaper had with cleaning glass.

His body was burning with need, but orgasm refused to come. Whatever Kurt had done, it held it at bay. His balls were churning and shrieking at him for release, but try as he might the climax never came. It was a never-ending high of bliss that was torturous to his overworked body. He could only hope that maybe once Kurt came, he would too, perhaps sparking some sort of chain reaction within his nerves, but it was only a mere hope. Fleeting and futile, deep down, he believed that the tiger would not be so gracious. Kurt was panting though, which was at the very least a good sign. His body hunched over the dog's and his paws took a grip of his shoulders, using the Corgi's torso to pull their hips closer together, forcing more of his meat into the dog that Oliver had first thought possible. He could only whine, grunting with each buck into his ass whilst Kurt hammered home those last few inches, though what difference that made was moot. The sheer size was enough to provide endless stimulation, leaving the dog shaking with the feelings. The tiger took a soft bite and held onto the dog's neck as he rammed his barbed length home, stroking those spines along the Corgi's walls until he came hard. His seed flooded and added inches onto the already too-deep member, shooting further into his guts. Oliver would have believed it if someone had told him the tiger currently occupied his intestines, for that's how it felt. As the dick surged, pumping a vast torrent of feline jizz into his ass, he groped the wall as his body was tormented. Thankfully, his presumptions of a chain reaction were somewhat right. Though it took a long while, he rose slowly to his peak, only finally riding over the top when Kurt began to gently thrust a couple of inches as his own orgasm abated; he shot sticky strands across the bare stone floor, groaning into the gag uncontrollably, his whole body shuddering from the sensation. Kurt forced the orgasm from him, milking his flailing cock with one paw and toying with the Prince Albert ring, making the Corgi buck and jolt his hips through the overstimulation of pleasure.

It had to end soon though. As Kurt's length began to soften, sliding from the dog's ass with a slick slurp, Oliver grunted. His bowels gurgled before finally letting the load pent up inside him flush its way out of his loose hole, spilling onto the floor and pooling about his footpaws. He could only groan in exhaustion, the waterfall of male seed sloshing onto the floor in a bucketful of feline cum that most certainly would have put a horse to shame. Oliver had to wonder if maybe the tiger was in fact part stallion, as absurd as it was, whilst he panted breathlessly chained to the pipe. His little demonstration of what true dark sex could be had been phenomenal, and even though he was thankful it was finally over, he was happy in the knowledge he now knew what to expect and couldn't wait for further lessons.

But Kurt was walking away, having slipped back on his leather pants and tucked away his spent cock. Oliver shouted wildly into the gag, panicking once more, rousing the attention of the tiger who looked over his shoulder,

"Oh? You want to go?" He laughed an evil, devilish chortle, "Too bad. I told a couple of the guys there'd be free meat in this alley if they ever wanted it, and I'm not returning until daybreak to unlock those cuffs so... get comfortably puppy, because if you think I'm kinky and huge, wait until you see some of the proper masters..."

Oliver flattened his ears and whimpered just as Kurt disappeared from view. Now he could only wait, running through in his mind just how long it would be until the sun rose before the sounds of gruff horny men chatting slowly approached from around the corner.