{"sf1_id":76567,"sf2_id":"Jew7jk6e","title":"Sometimes you win ...","author":"Seany","words":13247,"posted_at":"2009-02-10T08:56:00.000Z","tags":["Bondage","Bull","Gay","Horse","Lion","M/M","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/76567-sometimes-you-win","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Jew7jk6e","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/b6/1f/b61fd98a-b07b-4897-ac19-452e3943ef39","description":"","content":"Sometimes you win ...  \n  \nDisclaimer: This story is © Sean aka ElGato and the characters mentioned either belong to me or to Lazarus.  \nPlease, do not read this story if you are underage as it contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts between  \nmales.  \nRedistribution is AUTHORIZED for non-commercial purposes and only if the disclaimer and copyright informa-  \ntion is also redistributed with the story in an unaltered state.  \nThanks to Lazarus for proofreading and to Rov for illustration!  \n  \n© 2008 by Sean aka ElGato  \n  \n  \n  \n  \nRain ... the same sullen downpour that had confined them to the warmth of the barn  \nfort he last couple of days. A brown stallion stood by the window, head resting on his arms as  \nhe stared absentmindedly at the washed out shapes of the trees outside, his tail swishing lazily  \nfrom side to side. In the back of the barn, a black-furred feline lay sprawled out across a few  \nbales of hay that served him as a couch. Lips pulled back slightly in annoyance, he flipped  \nthrough the handful of TV channels they got out here. When the face of some decrepit sales-  \nwoman appeared on the screen for the dozens time, he switched it off with a exasperate sigh.  \nSwinging his legs around to sit upright, he looked over at his friend by the window, watching  \nhim for a while before he spoke: ‘Some guys were planning to come over later on ... told  \nthem to bring some beer. Maybe we can play some poker or something ...'  \nThe equine didn't bother to look around, his eyes still fixed on the shifting curtains of rain.  \n‘Sounds good to me!' With a low rumble, the equine turned around and wandered over to the  \ndark-furred feline, slumping down besides him. ‘Not much else to do anyway ...'  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; A few hours later a small group of rather bedraggled looking furs trooped into the warmth of  \nthe barn, dragging along a few cases of beer. Grumbling at the weather, they quickly threw  \naside their drenched jackets and almost in synchrony shook themselves to dislodge the water  \nthat had seeped into their fur. Carrying their backpacks and beer over to the assortment of hay  \nbales that served as furniture along with the odd couch and table that had found their way into  \nthe barn, they waved at their friends in passing. ‘Bloody nice weather you picked to invite us  \nover, Sean ... remind me to get back at you for that!' Kyle, a rather heavy-build lion, gave his  \nfellow feline a lopsided scowl as he threw himself onto the worn couch, giving the equine a  \npassing pad on the shoulder as a manner of greeting. ‘How is it going, Laz?' Mumbling greet-  \nings, the rest of the group soon followed: A bull by the name of Angus took possession of the  \nthreadbare beanbag in front of the TV, dragging along one of the cases of beer to keep it in  \neasy reach. Niko, a dark-grey wolf fetched himself a bottle from the case Angus had just pro-  \ncured for himself and quickly made a dive for the hay as the bull tried to stop him with a  \nmock bellow. Tom picked up the rear, the second case of beer still on his shoulder. The large,  \nchequered draft horse stallion gave the lounging lion a rough nudge with his hind hoof. ‘Make  \nsome room, will ya!' Instead of an answer, the feline bared his fangs in a half-grin-half-snarl  \nas a way of answer and stretched out on the cushions with a lazy yawn. ‘Enough room in the  \nhay, grass-muncher.' Rolling his eyes, the stallion - who's reputation on the rugby field  \nwasn't unjustified - reached down and grabbed the lion by the shoulder. Without much ado  \nand before the protesting feline had a chance to react, the equine had thrown him off the  \ncouch and slumped down himself, padding the seat next to him with a grin. ‘Enough room for  \nall, see?' The big cat chuffed at the stallion, but soon settled down, softly grumbling into his  \nbeer. The rain drumming relentlessly onto the slates of the roof, the six males were soon  \ndrinking the cold away, noisily discussing about the rugby match they had watched the other  \nday. Talking back over his shoulder, Sean began to rummage around the barn in search of  \ncards and poker-chips.  \nAngus was meanwhile idly leafing trough the collection of DVDs he found besides the TV,  \nlistening to the conversation with one ear. After the first few discs, the movement of his fin-  \ngers slowed, his ears flicking as he read the titles. With a broad grin, he finally rolled over on  \nhis beanbag, holding up a few DVDs. ‘So this is what you guys get off on!' With a good-  \nnatured chuckle, he began to read some of the titles out loud to an audience whose attention  \nhad been captured by the brief glimpse of bare skin they had just seen on the cover pictures.  \n‘Animal Farm ...' He held up the disc, which was quickly fetched from his hand by a curious  \nKyle. ‘Hard and Horny ...' That disc likewise found eager spectators. ‘Ties that bind ...' Laz  \nhad sunk a bit deeper into the cushions of the couch as the black bull read out the titles of  \ntheir little porn collection. Laughing and with the occasional playful punch at the hapless  \nhorse, the friends listened to the smirking recital, foiling Sean's half-hearted attempts of  \nsnatching the discs back by throwing them from one to the other. ‘Hell, I knew you guys were  \nkinky!' With a booming laugh, Tom gave Sean a hearty slap on the shoulder that almost sent  \nhim stumbling into the hay, just as the feline had managed to intercept The Dungeon of the  \nMinotaur.  \n‘Hey Angus! What say, we see what all the fuss is about?' With that the stallion threw the  \nDVD he had been studying to the bull who was still lying in front of the TV. Before either  \nLaz or Sean could react, he had slipped the disc into the player and leaned back. Giving each  \nother a resigned shrug, the two mates settled with their friends, but not without Sean giving  \nthe bull a cuff around the horns in passing. As most of its genre, the film did not have a lot of  \nplot but compensated with ample amounts of naked skin, sweat and moaning. Their initial  \ntrepidations forgotten, Laz and Sean soon joined in the below-the-belt jokes flying back and  \nforth between their friends. It wasn't like their relationship was much of a secret among the  \ngroup of their friends... and judging by the occasional paw or hoof absentmindedly reaching  \ndown to make a quick adjustment below the waistline, the others weren't exactly opposed to  \nwhat they saw either.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; After an hour of watching a couple of tigers rut like there was no tomorrow, Tom stretched  \nhis broad frame. ‘You guys done stroking your dicks? We gonna play poker or what?' Look-  \ning around expectantly, he picked up a deck of cards and began shuffling them expertly. The  \nothers nodded consent, turning back towards the table and their drinks. ‘So, what are the  \nblinds? Start with one dollar and work up from there?'  \n‘Ever played strip poker?' Niko was looking at them innocently, hiding behind his whiskey-  \ncoke to hide the grin that was trying hard to creep onto his muzzle. The others looked first at  \nhim, then at each other, taken slightly aback by the suggestion â€\"especially since Niko was not  \nnormally the one to come up with such ideas; normally that was Kyle's metier. Apparently the  \nporn flick had not left the Wolf entirely unaffected ...  \nFor some moments, an awkward silence hang over the group, neither of the males completely  \nopposed to the idea, but no one quite willing to take the first step. Finally, Sean raised his  \npaw. ‘I'm game!' Smirking, he glanced around, daring the others to follow suit. One by one,  \nthe others shrugged and picked up the cards that Tom had dealt them in the meantime. Before  \nlong, the beer was flowing again and the blinds were going up. Kyle was the first to strip  \ndown to his underwear ... and then to his bare fur when Laz hit him with an unexpected Full  \nHouse. Sighing in resignation, the lion hooked his thumbs beneath the waistband of his boxers  \nand - accompanied by the cat-calls of his friends - pulled them down, revealing his tan col-  \noured sac along with his short sheath. Not exactly shy at the best of times, the big cat actually  \nseemed to enjoy showing of to his friends. With a rugged purr, he reached down to give the  \ncoarser, darker fur that framed his package a nonchalant scratch. Legs spread, he settled down  \nagain and banged the palm of his paw on the table to demand a new round of cards. ‘Get deal-  \ning! I feel a streak of luck coming on!' A slightly drunken smirk in the corner of his muzzle,  \nthe feline leaned back, seeming fairly at ease with his naked state although the twitching of  \nhis round ears betraying a certain nervousness. ‘... but just out of curiosity: what if I loose  \nagain? I mean, it's not like I can strip down any further ....'  \nSean looked him over with a predatory smile, his own luck having brought him down to his  \njock-strap by now. ‘Well, I suppose you could shave ...but where is the fun in that?' Sean's  \nlips pulled back to reveal even more of his fangs as he saw his friend cringe at the thought of  \nloosing his pubic fur. ‘But since we are half-naked already anyway, we might as well make  \nthe best of it! And that requires a volunteer ... if you get my drift ...' Leaning forward and  \ntaping his cards onto the table like a player hedging his bets, the feline looked about. Tom â€\"  \nstill in his pants â€\" grinned back at him in a bad example of a poker-face. 'are you are suggest-  \ning what I think your suggesting?' The chequered stallion, gave the sizable bulge that was  \nquickly tenting his pants a leisurely rub as he let his gaze wander over the groins of his mates  \n- by the looks of it he was not going to be the one to bend over. Licking his soft nose, he gave  \na short nod ‘You are on, kitty!' It brought him a rather angry glare from the lion next to him,  \nwho shot his cards a nervous glance. But there was no going back now. At least not without  \nthe others making fun of him ... The mumbled protest was quickly put down, and more or  \nless reluctantly they agreed, their postures betraying a new concentration now that the stakes  \nhad been raised.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; An hour and various pieces of clothing later the pace had picked up. The bull was grinning at  \nthe rest of his friends from behind his cards, by now the only one who still had his pants; the  \nwolf and the two felines were down to their bare fur, while the stallions at least still had their  \nbriefs. For a moment, Angus dark eyes lingered on the sheath of the canine, the corners of his  \nmuzzle creasing in a slow smile. The wolf had crossed his legs in a weak attempt to cover his  \ngrowing arousal. Still the tapered tip of his member had begun to peek forth, glistening dark-  \nred against the light-grey fuss of his sheath. Not that the others were faring much better. The  \nfelines' sheaths were looking rather plump as well, and the two horses seemed to be getting  \ntight in their underwear as well, the outlines of their sizable testicles clearly visible beneath  \nthe fabric. The bull set down his cards and instead reached down to unbuckle his belt. Still  \nlaying on his beanbag, Angus arched his back to slip down his cargoes, giving the others a  \ngood view of his package beneath the thin silk of his boxer shorts. His lemon-sized testicles  \nwere resting low in his smooth sac as with all bovines, peeking from the leg of his boxers as  \nhe struggled out of his pants. With a grunt he kicked his trousers off and threw them onto the  \ntable to join the pile of clothe already assembled there. Grinning ear to ear, he picked up his  \ncards again, quite aware that the others would have a difficult time to match his bid. ‘I raise  \n...'  \n‘Hey! No fair! How the fuck are we supposed to go along with that?!' protested Tom letting  \nthe waistband of his jockstrap snap against his fur for emphasis. ‘That's all I got left! And the  \nothers are even worse off!'  \n‘Lessee: I got the cards, but not the clothe' Musing over his cards, Sean let his other paw fall  \nalong side his full sheath, nudging his obviously hardening shaft into a more comfortable po-  \nsition, before cupping his fuzzy balls. ‘So, as I said before: I go along and you guys get to  \nfuck me if I loose.' The dark-furred feline had sprawled out in a convenient haystack, briefly  \nglancing at his cards again before he spoke.  \nAs one, the others turned towards him. ‘Ok, I'm out!' With a snort, the lion threw his cards on  \nthe table and lay back on the couch. ‘That's a bit high for me. No offence, but I ain't the type  \nof guy to raise his tail, ok ...' Chuffing, the big cat shot a meaningful glance first at Sean then  \nat Laz.  \n‘Well, I'm not broke yet ...' With a soft neigh, Tom got up and â€\" bending over â€\" slipped his  \nbriefs down to his ankles. A small smirk snuck onto his long muzzle as he felt the others' gaze  \non his muscular rump. His long tail docked up a fraction higher, offering a good glimpse at  \nthe hard curves of his rear, his heavy balls hanging low between his strong legs once they  \nslipped free of his underwear. His dick was already beginning to slip free of his short-furred  \nsheath, for now still hanging limply against his thigh but still proving true what they say about  \nhorses. Straightening up again, the stallion hooked his thumb into the elastic of his briefs and  \npulled back, flinging them onto the table. ‘Ok, I'm in!' Chuckling, Tom ran the edge of his  \ncards along the length of his member to scratch himself.  \n‘Um ... ok. You got it!' The wolf licked his lips nervously, his dark-green eyes darting back  \nand forth between his cards and his friends. Despite his hesitance, the canine's member pulsed  \nsoftly against the shaggy fur of his stomach. Like all wolf-kin, he was leaking a lot, his dick  \nleaving a sticky trail along his pelt as it slowly slipped free of its covering. Giving up his ef-  \nforts to try and hide his mounting arousal, Niko smiled awkward at his comrades, a hint of  \nembarrassment in his expression.  \n‘I can tell when you are bluffing, mister ... you got it!' Laz was lazily scratching his side as  \nhe glanced over at his feline friend, trying to read his expression. Quickly he followed his  \nfellow equines example and pulled down his briefs, exposing his package to his friends' ap-  \npreciative glances. Granted, the draft-stallion had him beat by a good inch, but hey! There  \nhadn't been any complains so far! Grinning, Laz could feel his member stir in his sheath, his  \nblunt tip beginning to peek forth as his friends watched him. The stallion kicked his under-  \nwear aside, casually giving his dick a leisurely stroke. His breath quickening, the bull glanced  \ndown at his cards again. ‘Ok, I raise ya a pair of boxers!' His tufted tail lashed about as he  \npulled off the last shred of clothing covering his privates. The long guard hairs at his opening  \nwere already glistening with sticky pre, his narrow sheath rigid with his member hardening  \nbeneath the soft skin.  \n‘Ok, let's move this along here!' His whiskers flaring, the dark-furred tom scowled good-  \nnaturedly at his friend. ‘I see your raise, and looser doesn't get to cum while you lot have  \nfun!'  \n‘I'm out!' Niko and Tom had thrown their cards down almost simultaneously, glancing over  \nat the feline with renewed interest. Nickering in amusement, Tom grabbed the rum to mix  \nhimself another Cuba Libre. ‘Hell! You guys really are kinky!'  \n‘Feeling lucky today, hoofer?' Sean grinned toothily, letting his clawtip drag along the edge  \nof his cards. The stallion thought for a moment, sizing up his friend who hid behind a preda-  \ntory smirk, his dark-green eyes not betraying whether he was bluffing or not. ‘I can tell when  \nyou are bluffing, Mister! You're on!' His ears flicked back and forth as he fixed his feline  \nlover with a taxing gaze. ‘What've you got, kitty?!'  \n'Full House: Jacks and Kings ...' Smirking at his equine friend, the feline decked out one card  \nafter the other watching his friend's ears fold back a little more each time.  \n‘Fuck ...' Laz stared at the cards in his hoof, then back at the feline's hand. With a snort he  \nslammed his cards onto the table face-down. ‘Ok, you sneaky bastard ... you won ...'  \nPurring deep in his throat, Sean smoothly got to his feet. As he trotted over to his friend, he  \ngave the stallion a reassuring pad on the shoulder, a toothy smirk playing in the corners of his  \nbroad muzzle. ‘Sometimes you win; sometimes you loose ...time to own up!' With that, Laz  \nfelt a strong paw take a hold of the scruff of his neck and before he knew what was happen-  \ning, he was hoisted onto his feet.  \n‘Could you give me a hand here, Tom?' Sean gave the draft stallion a quick nudge with his  \nhind paw as he hauled his grumbling mate past his friends. The stallion raised an eyebrow, but  \nafter brief consideration, he shrugged and pushed himself off the couch. His impressive mem-  \nber swinging between his legs, Tom trotted after the pair, curious at what the wily feline was  \ngetting up to. Sean stopped where there was a bit more room to move and with a quick twist  \nof the wrist, turned his mate to face their friends who were watching attentively, their paws  \nresting suspiciously close to their sheaths. Tom followed the cat's nod to step up behind his  \nfellow equine. ‘Do me a favour and hold him still, ok?'  \nThe muscular draft-stud hesitated a moment, not wanting to force his mate into anything he  \nmight not want. But since Laz did not seem to protest, he shrugged. ‘You are the boss, man  \n...'  \nA stifled grunt escaped Laz muzzle as he felt the stallions rugby-hardened arms wrap around  \nhis chest, trapping his arms firmly along his sides. For a moment, he arched against the iron  \ngrip of the other male, trying to free his arms again, but then he felt Tom's soft nose nudge  \ngently against the edge of is ear. The stud's muscular chest vibrating softly against is bare  \nback, Laz heard his friends husky voice whisper. ‘Don't worry! I ain't gonna do anything if  \nyou are not ok with it. You say the word and I will let you go ... my word on it!' Laz ac-  \nknowledged Tom's reassurance with a half-hearted grumble. He hadn't really been worried â€\"  \nSean usually had things well under control â€\" but a pack of randy males might get a bit much  \nfor him to handle. Good to know Tom was keeping his cool â€\" for now at least ...  \nDespite himself, Laz could feel his sheath stirring again. Not that it was the first time he had  \nseen his friends in the nude, but this was certainly the first time the draft-stallion had been this  \nclose to him. Cursing himself under his breath, Laz felt his tail docking up slightly as the  \nother stallions flat stomach pressed against his lower back. But by the feel of the other's dick  \ngently pulsing against his thigh, slowly growing stiffer with each heart-beat, the muscular  \nmale did not seem too opposed to things going the way they did ...  \nSean had meanwhile wandered over to the pile of hay where they kept their chest of toys hid-  \nden from curious eyes. After a brief rummage, he had apparently found what he was looking  \nfor and trotted back towards the two equines. ‘This is gonna be fun, mate!' Grinning, the fe-  \nline stepped up to the trapped stallion, and dangled a set of sturdy leather cuffs and the ac-  \ncompanying rope in front of his nose. A low purr reverberating through his athletic frame,  \nSean kneeled down besides his firend. Laz could guess at the movements of the cat by the feel  \nof his long whiskers tickling along his naked body, brushing first along the short fur of his  \nsheath, then along the smooth curve of his heavy sac before trailing down along the insides of  \nhis thighs. By the feel of it the darn tom was doing this on purpose! Groaning under his  \nbreath, Laz could feel his stallionhood slip free of its protective covering, for now still hang-  \ning flaccidly alongside the draft-studs length. His mounting arousal was not lost on Sean who  \nwas by now crouching by his side, his head between the equines legs. As cats are wont to do,  \nhe began to rub his head along his mate's dick, the short fuzz of his muzzle alternating with  \nthe longer fur of his mane, even as his paws were busy fastening the buckles of the cuffs  \naround the horse's ankles. Laz shivered as the soft hair brushed along his shaft, only vaguely  \naware of leather tightening above his hoof. With a satisfied chuff, Sean gave the cuffs a test-  \ning tug and sat up, the gentle caress of his facial fur suddenly gone from the stallion's twitch-  \ning member. Balancing on the bales of his paws, the feline grinned up at the softly panting  \nstallion, suddenly careful to keep away from the slowly hardening length in front of him. The  \ntom's warm breath washed over the trapped studs groin as he tom methodically fastened the  \nsecond set of cuffs around onto the horse's wrists. ‘Just in case you should change your mind  \nwhen things heat up ...'  \nWith a low rumble, the feline leaned closer, one paw gently trailing along his friends shiver-  \ning flank, while the other idly played with the other toy he had dug up â€\" a set of cock rings.  \nSean's soft finger pads played with his short fur, slowly inching deeper until they brushed  \nagainst the other male's pubic fur. Careful not to block the view for their friends watching  \navidly from the couch, Sean leaned in to nuzzle along his mate's neck, the furry knuckles of  \nhis paw brushing ever so slightly along the tender skin at the opening of the horses sheath.  \nDarn! That blasted tom really knew how to get his engines running! Helplessly trapped be-  \ntween Tom's iron grip and his mate's teasing caress, the stallion found his breath quickening  \nas his member began to respond. Sean smiled as he felt the soft skin heat up and grow firm  \nbeneath his touch. Before long, Laz member arched up, pressing against the cat's playful paw  \nwhile  \nSean's tongue trailed along the edge of Laz' jaw, quickly finding his way to the stallions lips.  \nThe stud moaned into the kiss as he felt Sean's grip tighten around his shaft. At first, he only  \nmassaged the very base through the thin cover of his sheath, pushing the slick covering back  \nand forth along his length, but then the feline ran his paw along the length of the groaning  \nstallions shaft, stroking it from base to tip â€\" but only his shaft. Laz nickered in frustration as  \nhis lover kept stubbornly away from the most sensitive part of his dick - his flare. Just as the  \nsquirming male felt his flare begin to mushroom out, Laz suddenly felt the cat's paw take a  \nfirm grip around his base, his other pressing the cool metal of the cock ring against the hot  \nskin of his tip. Not bothering to use any other lubrication than that provided by the panting  \nstallion's arousal, the tom bid his time to gently twist and push the toy down along his mates  \nhard length until it rested against his very base. Laz ears folded back as he winced under his  \nbreath each time the ring caught on his sensitive skin only to be pushed on relentlessly by the  \nsmirking tom. With a sigh, the stallion finally felt the smooth metal come to rest snugly  \nagainst his sheath â€\" only to grunt in dismay as he felt Sean take a hold of his balls a moment  \nlater. Weighing the stallion's tender orbs in his paw, the feline trapped first one then the other  \nlow in their furry sac. Careful not to injure his friend, but not exactly gentle either he eased  \nthem through the opening of the second ring. Laz grunted uncomfortably and began to squirm  \nagainst Tom's chest as the pressure on his gonads increased. With a final push, Sean slipped  \nthe stallion's ample nuts through, causing the helpless male to arch his back with the sudden  \ndull ache cramping his stomach, his breath hissing through clenched jaws. Slumping back  \nagainst his fellow equine, Laz felt his nuts swing free again at last, now trapped behind the  \ncool metal hanging low in their fuzzy pouch leaving him feeling uncomfortably exposed. The  \ncirculation restricted, he felt his dick become almost painfully hard, his broad flare now fully  \ndeveloped and glistening with the first drops of pre that leaked from his slit.  \n‘Now get down on all fours!' Giving Tom a short nod, Sean grabbed his friend by the scruff  \nof his neck again and gently but persistently pushed the stallion to his hands and knees. The  \ndraft horse followed his movements, releasing the stallion's arms so he could support himself  \nbut never quite letting his captive go. A moment later, Laz found himself crouching on the  \nground, Tom's arm still locked around his chest, his considerable weight resting on top of him  \nand holding him down. From the corner of his eye, Laz could see the other three lazing  \naround on the couch, by now not even trying to conceal their boners anymore. Beer in one  \npaw, their dick in the other they were watching the show, leisurely stroking themselves.  \nGrinning, Sean stepped in front of his friend, his paw reaching out to stroke the mane between  \nthe stallions twitching ears. A rugged purr rumbling in his chest, the tom lowered himself onto  \nhis knees, his maleness only inches from the cowering stud's nose. Looking at his mate ex-  \npectantly, the feline bent back slightly, his paws grabbing onto his ankles for support. Laz  \nfrowned at his lover but took the hint. Nickering, he pushed his velvety nose against the other  \nmale's groin, nuzzling gently along the cat's fuzzy balls before slipping out his strong tongue  \nto lick alongside the tom's plump sheath. Already, he could feel the slick heat of Sean's  \nmember rub along his cheek, slipping forth smoothly in response to the stallion's gentle ca-  \nress. Accompanied by his lover's content purr, Laz began to lick the feline's dick from the  \nbase of his sheath to his barbed tip, coaxing out a little more of his dark-red length each time.  \nBefore long, he could feel the tell-tale bulge of his Sean's knot swelling beneath the cover of  \nshort fur. Panting softly, the stallion rolled his tongue along the length of Sean's dick and gen-  \ntly pushed down, pressing the tip into the narrow opening between the cat's soft sheath and  \nhis hard member. Licking around the tom's knot, he eased it out of it's fuzzy cover, allowing  \nit to grow to full size in a matter of seconds. Mewling in pleasure, Sean watched his mate lick  \nslowly first along the length of his glistening shaft, then around the curve of his ample knot,  \nmaking him shudder with the sensation of the stallions strong tongue caressing his sensitive  \nskin. After some moments of letting the stud service his dick, Sean nodded towards the draft-  \nhorse and reached down to grab his own dick firmly by the base.  \nStill concentrating on the glistening length in front of him, Laz did not notice Tom shifting his  \nweight on top of him, but then he suddenly felt a strong hoof grab his lower jaws, the thumb  \npushing deftly into his check to prevent him from closing his muzzle. Neighing in surprise, he  \nfirst tried to pull away, but quickly found that his rugby-hardened friend had no intention of  \nletting him go; the grip tightened around his lower jaw, not only preventing him from biting  \ndown without hurting his own cheek, but also keeping his head motionless. Sean pulled his  \npaw from between the hapless stallions ears, letting his soft finger-pads trace through the  \nshort fur on the back of his friend's muzzle before giving the stallions soft nose a gentle rub.  \nPurring softly, the tom-cat placed his tapered tip against the stallion's lips and with a lust-  \nfilled grunt he slipped his barbed length deep into the horse's muzzle. Laz could feel the short  \nbristles around his friends tip scratch lightly along his tongue before the pointy tip hit the back  \nof his throat. Steadying himself with a paw resting on the draft-horse's broad shoulders, the  \nfeline began to hump the stallion's muzzle in long, measured strokes, obviously intent on giv-  \ning their friends a perfect view of his hard member sliding in and out of the captive male's  \nmaw. Bit by bit, the nudging against the back of Laz' throat became more insistent as the  \nhorse tried his best to wrap his tongue around the cats slick length and provide what stimula-  \ntion he could, while being prevented from actually bobbing his head by the draft stallion's  \nvicelike grip. His ears flicked as he caught slivers of conversation, reminding him of his other  \nfriends watching him. A slight grin creased the corner of his muzzle and with a brief effort of  \nconcentration he fought down his gag-reflex, suddenly taking the felines member down to the  \nbase. His friend's thick knot scraped lightly against his teeth as the barbed tip slipped down  \nhis twitching throat, causing the tom to hunch over with the sudden intensity of the stimula-  \ntion. The fur on his friend's back bristled as he suddenly felt the tight embrace of the horse's  \nthroat around his hard shaft. With a feral grunt, Sean sped up, thrusting in short, hard strokes,  \nnow that he felt the familiar pressure of a tie against the back of his engorged knot. Accompa-  \nnied by the cat-calls of their friends, Sean braced himself against the shoulders of the draft-  \nhorse as he leaned into his thrusts, trying to burry his twitching member still deeper into the  \ntight grip of Laz' warm throat. Panting hard, the feline felt his balls draw up more and more,  \nedged on by the skilful ministration of his equine friend. Laz smirked as he played his strong  \ntongue against the cats engorged knot, letting the other male's shaft slide freely into the tight  \nembrace of his throat. With a satisfied snort, the equine soon felt his friend's sac draw tight  \nagainst his groin, nudging against his chin with every thrust. A split-second later, he felt the  \nrush of his friend's thick seed as it shot down his throat. With a toothy grin creasing the cor-  \nners of his muzzle, the horse tightened his jaw-muscles a little, taking a firm hold of the cats  \nknot just a he began to deftly twist his tongue around the felines now-trapped shaft. Sean's  \nthighs jerked as he felt the equine redouble his efforts even as he was riding out the waves of  \nhis orgasm. The tom fought to bite back a pathetic mewl, he felt rising in his throat as his  \nlover teased his oversensitive member all efforts of pulling his twitching length out cut short  \nby the grip of the stallions teeth. Panting hard, the feline hung his head, and â€\" eyes closed â€\"  \nleaned against the draft-stallion. Taking advantage of all the little spots he knew so well, Laz  \nmercilessly edged his friend on, swallowing around the barbs he still felt tickling against his  \nthroat even as his strong tongue massaged the feline's throbbing knot. Whining, the cat felt  \nhis balls draw up once more, the feeling of his friends throat tightening around his twitching  \nbarbs simply too much to bare. With a low, drawn-out growl, the tom felt his balls jerk up,  \nforced to empty again so short after his first orgasm. Ears folded back flat against his skull,  \nthe exhausted feline leaned onto Tom's shoulder, fighting hard to get his breath back. Grin-  \nning contently at having proven his point, Laz let his mate pull back, but not without giving  \nhis twitching length a last lingering lick. Cringing involuntarily at this last caress, Sean sud-  \ndenly felt a heavy paw fall onto his shoulder.  \n‘My turn!' Kyle had trotted up behind his feline friend and without much ado pulled him back  \nand onto his feet. Slumping down on the nearby table a bit shakily, the spend tom shot Laz a  \nquick I-will-get-you-for-this glance before reaching for a beer, clearly working hard to get his  \nbreath back. Laz attention was quickly drawn back to the matters at hand as the lion posi-  \ntioned himself before the immobile stallion. The big cat's member was somewhat shorter than  \nSean's, though much thicker and barbed along its entire length. Kyle seemed to enjoy having  \nthe stallion stare at his package while he lazily ran his fingers along the fuzz of his sheath and  \ndown to his sand-coloured balls. Rumbling low in his chest, the feline reached down to nudge  \nToms hoof aside, instead taking a firm hold of Laz muzzle himself. Gradually, he pulled the  \nother male's muzzle level with his glistening lionhood until the stallion's nose was only  \ninches from the his musky length. The felines broad thumb-pad stroked idly along the ridge of  \nLaz muzzle, all the while making sure to hold the horse's maw firmly shut to prevent him  \nfrom lapping at the member in front of him. Obviously happy in is position of power, the lion  \nset his beer aside and reached down with his free paw to grab the base of his shaft. Content  \nthat the stallion couldn't move away, the big cat began to gently thrust against his trapped  \nmuzzle, his barbed length leaving a stick trail of pre along the horses soft nose as it slid  \nagainst the warm skin. Laz snorted as the other males thick musk washed over his senses,  \ncausing his own dick to jerk up and slap against his stomach. By the feel of it, Tom was be-  \nginning to get restless as well. Having watched his fellow stallion blow his friend right in  \nfront of him, that was admittedly hardly surprising. The big draft was shifting his weight, in-  \nstinctively rubbing against his friends back while his hard member brushed hotly against the  \ninsides of his thighs, leaving a trail of messy fur in it's wake. Contently watching the helpless  \nmale in front of him, Kyle let the glistening tip of his dick play along the horses lips, for now  \nallowing him only the slightest taste of his arousal, even as the salty tang of Seans seed still  \nlingered on the stallion's tongue. Growing restless after a while, the lion leaned down to the  \ntrapped horse, tilting his head upwards so Laz had to look him in the eye. With a low growl,  \nhe leaned down to whisper into his ear: ‘No tricks, Hoofer, OK? Sean might like what you did  \njust then ... I don't! Understood?' Increasing the pressure of his claws ever so slightly, the  \nfeline waited until the horse nodded softly in consent before letting go of his muzzle. ‘Good  \n... now start with the balls and work your way up from there ...' Giving the bound equine a  \nreassuring pad between the ears, the lion straightened up again, letting his ample package  \ndangle in front of the kneeling stallions nose. ‘Whatcha waiting for? Get working!' With a  \nplayful growl, the lion leaned back against a nearby beam supporting the roof. Fetching his  \nbeer back from the table, the rested his back against the old wood while he pushed his hips  \ntowards the stallion in front of him. Not needing to be asked twice, Laz let his tongue play  \nalong the lions swaying orbs, letting is heavy testicles roll from his tongue only to be lapped  \nup into his muzzle the next moment. Rubbing his soft nose against the felines fuzzy sheath,  \nLaz sucked gently on his friends balls, before letting them slip from between his lips again.  \nRunning his strong tongue slowly up along the lion's thick member, he bent the small barbs  \nback slightly, knowing that this was enough to drive Sean up the wall. Right enough, he heard  \nthe big cat's claws screech against the metal of his beer can, his muscular frame shuddering  \nwith pleasure at the warm caress of the stallions tongue. Before long, Laz became aware of  \nthe draft-stallion's panting breath against his ear, the males long muzzle resting alongside his  \nneck as he watched him suck off his friend. By now, the draft was fully hard, his dick lodged  \nbetween his fellow stallion's legs. By the feel of it, Tom was really enjoying the show. Laz  \ncould feel the stud's hot shaft slide against his trapped balls and rub along his own uncom-  \nfortably hard length. Edged on by the silky feeling of another male's member stroking against  \nhis own, Laz concentrated on the Kyle's lionhood again, twisting and turning his head slightly  \nto play with the cat's sensitive barbs. All but lost in the moment, Laz was suddenly brought  \nback to reality as he caught his feline lover strolling back towards them, the predatory smirk  \non his muzzle clearly meaning trouble. For a moment, the tom just stood with his arms  \ncrossed to watch the rutting males, idly tapping a tube of what looked like lube against his  \nbiceps. Laz gulped around the dick in his maw, now and again shooting a nervous glance at  \nhis mate until a low growl and a light cuff against his nose brought him back to the task at  \nhand. Obediently, the stallion returned to bobbing his head, uneasily trying to keep track of  \nhis mate as he leisurely strolled towards them. Smiling amicably, Sean kneeled down besides  \nhis friends, watching the action from up close for a moment. Then â€\" letting his paw trail reas-  \nsuringly along the stallions shivering flank â€\" the tom moved from his friend's field of vision  \nagain, smoothly rolling underneath the kneeling male. Laz' muscles tensed in anticipation of  \nwhat was to come as he felt the feline's warm breath against his hard member, in an instant  \nreminding him of his own penned-up need.  \nSean lay on his back between his lover's spread legs, taking a moment to enjoy the  \nview of the two stallions' impressive members sliding silkily against one another. Tom's hard  \nshaft rubbed against the smaller studs bound balls, nudging them about as he thrust awk-  \nwardly between the kneeling male's legs â€\" until the draft-horse felt soft finger-pads take hold  \nof his maleness. With a surprised neigh, the muscular stallion froze in mid-thrust, his chin  \nsinking down against the sweaty fur between the smaller male's shoulder-blades. Tom shiv-  \nered as he felt Sean's nimble fingers stroke along the hard length twitching between his mus-  \ncular legs. Feeling the big male shudder above him, the feline gently spread a generous  \namount of lube along the throbbing organ. The dark-furred feline worked his was up along  \nTom's black shaft, taking his time to circle his soft finger-pads around the stallion's broad  \nflare to coat it with the cool gel. Once the he had the stud lubed up to his satisfaction, Sean  \ngave his friend a slight nudge against his thigh to get him to back up a bit. As soon as he had  \nenough room to manoeuvre, the feline brought the big draft's tip up against his lover's rear,  \nwatching Laz tail dock up instinctively. A moment later, the kneeling stallion could feel the  \ntom's paw trail down along his thigh to wrap around the base of his sac. Contently sprawling  \nout on his back to watch the show above, Sean began to gently but persistently tug on Laz  \nheavy balls, forcing his friend to back up against the eager stallion's dick.  \nLaz' ears folded back slightly as he felt Tom's vice-like grip around his chest first relax and  \nthen tighten even more as the big draft-stallion felt his dick finally nudge against the other  \nmale's tight ring instead of rubbing uselessly between the other's thighs. Still thrusting into  \nthe kneeling stallions muzzle, Kyle followed the developments with interest, a smirk playing  \naround his broad muzzle as he watched Tom get more and more restless. With a soft whine,  \nLaz felt his balls being trapped low in his fuzzy sac, throbbing with dull pain as the feline  \nbeneath him slowly but mercilessly pulled him backwards. Shuddering slightly, he followed  \nthe pull, feeling the larger stallions flare push ever harder against his tight entrance. Bit by bit,  \nTom's member spread him open further, the big stud thankfully possessing enough self-  \ncontrol to keep from thrusting into him then and there - although his shuddering and grunting  \nclearly showed that it took all of his resolve to keep still. Whinnying around the lion dick still  \nin his muzzle, Laz eased back another fraction of an inch, a sharp sting shooting up his spine,  \nas the broadest part of Tom's flare breached his ring. Sean watched the larger stallion's thick  \nmember slowly slip deeper into the kneeling studs rear. Tom was shacking with the effort to  \nkeep still despite the sensation of Laz velvety inner walls gripping tightly around his throb-  \nbing maleness, his mane bristling as he fought his instincts to just slam his hips forward. As  \nthe initial pain of his entering passed, Laz could feel Toms flare press against his insides, only  \nto slowly grind past his already hard prostate the next moment, sending drop after drop of  \nthick pre leaking from his painfully hard shaft. Inch by slow inch the muscular draft eased his  \ntwitching member deeper into the smaller stud's tight rear, forcing his intestines to straighten  \nto accommodate his length. After what seemed like an eternity of grunting and neighing, Laz  \nfelt the larger stallion collapse onto his back, Tom's heavy balls by now nudging gently  \nagainst his own as the draft-horse hilted his member inside his stretched passage. The draft-  \nstallion's ears folded back as he bent over his friend, his broad hind-hooves scraping along the  \nground as he sought better purchase. Laz could feel the stud's sweaty torso rub against his  \nback, a low rumble vibrating through the large male's muscular chest as he slowly pulled his  \nmassive length back a fraction, savouring the feeling of Laz inner muscles clenching around  \nhis girth before pushing in again at a leisurely pace. Shuddering, the smaller male felt the stal-  \nlions flare press into his prostate once more, sending his own dick slapping hard against his  \nstomach.  \nKyle gave a guttural chuckle as he felt his friend trembling with the force of Tom's thrusts.  \nHis lionhood harder than ever from watching the two stallions rutt, the big cat reached down  \nto give Laz a friendly pad on the cheek to remind him of the dick still buried deep in his muz-  \nzle. ‘Oi, mate ... get sucking!'  \nLaz tried to tear his attention away from the feeling of Toms massive member pushing deep  \ninto him, his thrusts slowly becoming more forceful as the larger stallion gave in to his feral  \ninstincts. His own member jerking and shooting a small jet of pre each time the other studs  \nflare pushed past his prostate, Laz wrapped his tongue around the barbed length in his maw  \nagain, eliciting a satisfied growl from its owner. Before long, Laz could feel thick seed drip  \nfrom his throbbing shaft as Tom mercilessly massaged his prostate. The relentless pressure on  \nhis hard gland forced his over-full balls to release their penned up seed without even the  \nslightest feeling of relief. If anything, the sensation of his hot seed pulsing weakly through his  \npainfully hard shaft made him feel even hornier than before. Each time Tom drove his mas-  \nsive member into the smaller stallion's bowels, Laz felt his own dick jerk up and slap wetly  \nagainst his sweaty stomach fur. Whining in frustration, the stallion redoubled his effort to get  \nthe lion off, hoping against hope that he would get to cum as well once the others were satis-  \nfied.  \nEdged on by the horse's skilful ministrations, Kyle fell back against the beam again, his  \nmaned head thrown back in bliss as Laz played his tongue along the lion's twitching barbs.  \nThe big cat's tongue was lolling from his broad muzzle, as he amicably rubbed the stallion  \nbetween the flicking ears.  \nTrapped as he was between the moaning lion in front of him and the rutting stallion behind,  \nLaz suddenly felt something slick brush along his aching length. Sean had wrapped his paws  \naround the needful stallion's member, providing him with a tight, slick tunnel for him to  \nthrust into. Groaning in relief, the stallion arched his back, trying to drive his dick deep into  \nthe gentle grip of his friend. Tom and Kyle moaned in unison as Laz began to move between  \nthem, licking frantically around the lions bristling length just as he inadvertently pushed back  \nhard into the draft-stallions increasingly erratic thrusts in his effort to finally get off himself.  \nKyle gave a low rumble in his chest, slowly rising in volume as his muscles tensed beneath  \nhis sweaty pelt. With a feral growl, the big cat suddenly pulled back, his paw shooting down  \nto grab the stallion by his jaw, holding his muzzle still while he prised it open with his thumb.  \nPanting hard, the lion wrapped his free paw around his twitching maleness, aiming it at the  \nsquirming stud's maw while he began to stroke himself hard and fast. Roaring at the top of his  \nlungs, Kyle shot his load a moment later. Laz managed to close his eyes just in time before  \nthe big cat's thick seed splattered across the short fur of his muzzle. After the fist rush of or-  \ngasm, the lion had himself under control again and aimed his member at the stallions maw.  \nPurring breathlessly, he continued to stroke his member, milking shot after shot of salty cum  \nonto the groaning horse's tongue. Toms heavy balls swung against the smaller male's' own as  \nthe stallion tried to drive his length still deeper into the tight grip of the other horse's insides,  \nwhile Laz eagerly swallowed the lion's tangy seed. Steam rising from his nostrils with every  \npanting breath, Tom arched his back, nibbling at the fur of Laz neck in an effort to find a fold  \nof skin to clamp down on. Digging his hooves into the ground, the heavy stallion finally  \nslammed his thick member home one last time, biting down on the others shoulder as he came  \nhard. Laz could feel each strong jet of seed hit his insides while he thrust desperately into his  \nlover's paws, feeling himself getting closer and closer to his own orgasm ... But just as he felt  \nhis balls draw up, Sean suddenly released his grip around the studs glistening shaft, leaving  \nhim to thrust futilely into empty air. Smirking, the dark-furred feline beneath him watched his  \nfriend buck and squirm in an effort to get that final stroke, that final bit of stimulation to send  \nhim over the edge. He could hear Tom neigh in ecstasy above them as Laz struggled to cum,  \nhis movements only causing him to ride the other stallion's dick harder.  \nAfter long moments, Tom collapsed onto the shaking stallion's back, breathing heavily in the  \nafterglow of his orgasm. Kyle smirked down at his friends before wiping his spend member  \nclean along the sweaty fur of Laz cheek. ‘A deal is a deal, mate ... Sean said no cumming  \n...So, though luck, I guess!' With a sympathetic pad between the stallion's ears, the lion  \nstretched his broad frame and wandered back to slump down into the hay, his member quickly  \nretreating into his tan-coloured sheath.  \n‘But thanks for keeping your end of the bargain ...' Nuzzling the crouching stallion's bruised  \nshoulder and obviously fighting to get his breath back, Tom slowly pushed himself up unto  \nhis hands and knees again, taking his weight off of Laz sweaty back. Whining softly, Laz  \nhung his head, his world reduced to the dull ache of his full balls and the needful twitching of  \nhis sore member. The taste of the felines seed on his tongue and the hot throbbing of Tom's  \nmember against his gland constantly reminding him of the release that was denied to him.  \nAfter a while, Laz could feel the big male begin to go limp and with a drawn out grunt, Tom  \nfinally pulled his flaccid member free. With a satisfied rumble, the draft horse pushed himself  \nup, his shaft still dangling between his muscular legs and dripping with his seed. Neighing, he  \nreached down to give his equine friend a hearty slap between the shoulder blades before grab-  \nbing his hand and pulling him upright. A smirk crossed his broad muzzle as his gaze fell on  \nthe panting stallions painfully erect stallionhood. ‘Glad to see you are enjoying yourself!'  \nLaz gave his friend a half-hearted sneer, his fore-hooves clenching in an effort to keep from  \nreaching for his dick. His tail swishing from side to side in agitation, he grunted back: ‘Yeah  \n... screw you t...' No sooner had the stallion scrambled back onto somewhat shaky legs,  \nwhen he saw a dark shape of a wolf rush towards him. ‘My turn!' Niko cannon-balled into the  \nequine at full speed, barely leaving him enough time to even neigh in surprise. Before he  \nknew what was happening, Laz felt strong arms grip him from behind, pinning his own to his  \nside once more as the canine tackled him to the ground. Growling ferally, the wolf rolled onto  \nhis back, his arms slung around the horse's chest to hold him down. Already, the pointy tip of  \nhis dick pocked against the stallion's rump in a clumsy effort to hit the mark. With a trium-  \nphant howl, the wolf finally found what he was looking for and drove his slick dick deep into  \nthe velvety depth of the stallion's rear. Laz could feel the canine's member slide in smoothly  \nand painlessly, his well-stretched hole offering little resistance. A moment later, Niko's thick  \nknot nudged against his ring, and after another forceful thrust from the canine, he could feel it  \npressing hard against his prostate. Niko's strong canines grazed along the stallion's bruised  \nshoulder, before pinching the nape of his neck in a mating bite. Growling low in his chest, the  \nwolf rolled his hips, gyrating his twitching member within the moaning studs bowls. Laz  \ncould feel the canines fist-sized knot move against his aching prostate, the slightest movement  \nof the horny wolf sending trickles of thick pre leaking from his straining cock. Howling  \nthrough a muzzle-full of horse-fur, Niko gently pulled his knot free, shivering at the feeling of  \nthe stallion's anal ring pressing down hard on the sensitive back of his knot. The stallion  \nwatched his hard member slap against his matted stomach fur in frustration, futilely trying to  \nfree his arms to at least stroke himself off while the wolf ploughed into him. Before long,  \nNiko had settled into a steady rhythm, pulling his knot free, only to push in slowly again until  \nthe bristly guard-hairs of his dark-furred sheath tickled against Laz stretched hole. Already,  \nthe stallion could feel the wolf begin to leak copious amounts of pre as all canines are wont to  \ndo. Laz' legs twitched each time Niko hilted his hot length, the knot grinding against his pros-  \ntate making his heavy balls ache with the need to release. Through the haze of his penned-up  \nlust, the stud was only dimly aware of a shadow falling across his squirming frame.  \n‘Room for one more, hoofer?' His hand stroking lazily along his length, Angus stood above  \nthe pair bucking in the hay, watching the wolf thrust into the hapless horse. Laz eyes shot  \nopen as he stared up at the heavy-set bovine. His member wasn't overly thick, but what it  \nmight lack in girth, it more than made up for in length: pointy and sinewy, his dick was easily  \nas long as Tom's.  \n‘Sure ... make yourself at home ...' Before Laz could open his maw to tell the bull off, he felt  \na dark-furred paw clamp down around his muzzle, reducing him to protesting grunts. Keeping  \na firm grip, Sean smirked down at his friend, his thumb gently, reassuringly stroking his  \nfriend's soft nose. Laz glowered at the feline, but finally snorted in resignation. With a rough  \nchuckle, the bovine kneeled down between the prostrate stallion's legs and without much ado,  \ntook a firm hold of his ankles. Angus locked eyes with the panting stallion as he lined his pink  \nlength up Laz' hole, pulling the horse's legs up until his ankles came to rest against the bo-  \nvine's broad shoulders. He nodded towards Niko who just grinned back at him through the  \nhaze of his lust, and with a drawn-out grunt, the bovine began to push in. Laz arched his back  \nas he felt the second male's member enter, only vaguely aware of the slight pain as Niko  \nclamped down harder on the fold of his skin. Angus watched the helpless stallion squirm with  \nthe sensation of his length pushing in alongside the wolf knot, making Niko's toes curl with  \nthe sensation of the slick hardness moving smoothly along his own even as he thrust deep into  \nthe stallion's velvety depth. Laz almost forgot to breath as he felt both males begin to buck  \nthere hips in counter-rhythm to each other, Niko pulling back and grinding his knot against  \nhis prostate just as Angus drove his hard length deep into his bowels until his heavy balls  \nnudged his own, over-full orbs. Sean had meanwhile sprawled out in the hay besides his rut-  \nting friends, enjoying the show while he amicably stroked the equines sweat-and-pre soaked  \nstomach-fur. Occasionally, his paw would trail down to run a gently claw along his friends  \nneedy length, making the stallion gasp with the hope of finally getting those few strokes he  \nneeded. But it was never more than a single teasing stroke before the playful feline turned  \nback to tracing a soft finger pad along the sweaty fur of the stud's sheath or tickling his heavy  \nsac. Before long, Niko's thrust became erratic, fast and deep, his knot seeming to swell even  \nmore as his balls drew close to his body. With a muffled howl, he dug his hind-paws into the  \nstraw and thrust up hard one last time, grinding his throbbing knot into the panting stallions  \nrear as he shot his hot seed deep into Laz' bowels. Just as the stallion felt his canine friend  \nshoot his hot seed deep into him, he sensed the bull tremble above him with a ground-shaking  \nbellow â€\" the feeling of the wolf's dick pistoning with blinding speed along his own and the  \nsudden tightness around his shaft fanning the flames of his primal instincts. Steam rose from  \nhis nostrils in little huffs, as the bull let himself drop onto all fours, digging hands and hooves  \ninto the dirt as he mounted the trapped stallion with feral ferocity. Niko gave a series of high-  \npitched yipps in the throws of his drawn-out peak, squirming in pleasure at the strange new  \nfeeling of double-teaming on someone. But as his orgasm died down to a warm glow in his  \ngut, the relentless stimulation of the raging bull's dick thrusting along his own became down-  \nright unpleasant, over-stimulated as his member felt so soon after cumming. Wincing, the  \nwolf tried to pull free, tugging his engorged knot against the stallions ring, but found that he  \nwas firmly tied. Powerless, the whimpering canine pressed against the moaning stallions back,  \nhaving no choice but to hope for the bull to finish soon. Laz could feel the wolf's dick jerk  \nand strain against his insides, mercilessly stimulated by the Anus ever more forceful thrusting  \nand in turn mercilessly milking the horse's aching prostate. Even as his dick arched up force-  \nfully with the bull's hard trusts, Laz could feel the gentle pulsing as his balls were once more  \nmade to surrender his seed without the bliss of release. With a soft whimper, Niko could feel  \nhis balls draw up again, releasing another weak jet of watery cum just as the bull hilted his  \nlength up to the long guard-hairs of his sheath, bellowing as he went over the edge. For the  \nthird time that evening, Laz could feel the rush of hot seed flooding into his intestines, the bull  \nemptying his balls in long, hard spurts. The stallion arched in Niko's iron grip, groaning as he  \ntried to get the image of the rutting bull above him into focus again, almost loosing touch with  \nhis body as his own balls felt ready to burst. His shaft strained uselessly in the air above his  \nstomach, strands of thick seed trickling down his sides to seep into the messy fur of his sheath  \nand stomach. Slowly, the bull quieted down, little by little regaining his slightly more civi-  \nlized poise once his more basic need had been taken care of. Fighting to get his breath back,  \nthe bovine managed a toothy grin and leaned down to lick roughly across the equines soft  \nnose. ‘Thanks mate, I needed that ...' Chuckling softly, he leaned back, pulling his sloppy  \nshaft from the stallion's well-filled rear, only to wipe it clean on the messy fur of the horses  \nthigh. Niko let out a sigh of relief as his tender shaft was finally allowed to calm down, now  \nthat the bull had withdrawn. With an exhausted grunt, the canine collapsed back into the hay,  \nbasking in the afterglow of his orgasm and enjoying the warm pressure of the panting equine  \nabove him. Humming softly to himself, Sean watched the wolf's paws slip from Laz arms,  \nletting the stallion go. ‘Touch your dick, and you will regret it, mate ...' The felines lips  \nslipped back to reveal his smooth canines, adding emphasis to his threat. The cat ran a paw  \nalong the stallions soaked stomach fur, collecting the mixture of sweat, pre and cum. With a  \nsmile, he smeared it along the horse's nose. As the heavy scent of his arousal hit Laz nostrils,  \nhe slipped out his tongue, lapping almost instinctively at the salty tang coating the felines  \npaw. ‘You know I can do worse than this ...'The tom played his finger along the stallion's  \nlips and tongue, now and again rubbing his soft nose while the canine gradually calmed down.  \nPurring softly, Sean leaned over to his lover, gently nuzzling his was up along the stallions  \ncheek to his ear. He nibbled on the soft edge of the horses ear lovingly and whispered: ‘ ...  \nand if you promise to go along, you got my word that I will let you cum before the end of the  \nnight ...'  \nLaz gulped, his eyes inevitably darting down to his aching stallionhood before studying his  \nmate's face again. Finally, he gave an almost imperceptible nod. ‘Gaming debts are debts of  \nhonour after all, right?'  \nAfter long minutes, Niko finally rolled onto his side, taking the horse with him. With a sigh,  \nthe wolf pulled his dick free, his spent organ quickly receding into the protective cover of his  \nsheath. The wolf gave his panting friend a brisk pad on the chest. ‘Thanks big guy!' With a  \ntired smile, Niko rolled onto his hind paws and staggered off to help himself to another beer.  \nSean, moved over to his rather worn looking friend, gently reaching up to scritch the horse  \nbetween the ears. ‘You are holding up good, mate ... I'm impressed!' A soft purr rumbled  \nthrough the feline's chest as he laid an arm around his panting mate. ‘... not that you are done  \nyet ....' The tom gave the stallion an encouraging slap on the back and jabbed a thumb in the  \ndirection of Kyle who was just setting down his beer. The lion licked across his broad nose  \nand fixed the tired stallion with a predatory glint in his eye. With a determined look, he  \nreached down to push back his sheath, his barbed length hard again in seconds.  \nThe stallions eyes shot to the lions jutting erection, then back to Sean, suddenly not so sure  \nanymore if it had been such a good idea to agree to his friends deal so readily. But the tom  \nwas all his dominant self again and just smirked at his friends worried look. ‘You will do  \nwhat I ask anyway ... and the deal was no cumming ... so stop whining!' The dark feline  \nrolled onto his feet and grabbed the stallion by the scruff of his neck, gently but persistently  \ndragging the equine to his hind hooves. ‘And just to make sure you keep your end of the bar-  \ngain ...' The tom gave a low growl and grabbed the stallion by the wrist, twisting first one  \nthen the other behind his back to lock his cuffs together. ‘And now take care of Kyle over  \nthere. He looks like he could use some attention ...' The big cat had meanwhile brushed the  \nempty bottles off the table and sprawled out on the stained wood. By the smirk on his muzzle,  \nhe had not chosen the spot by accident â€\" all the others lounging around again by now, the ta-  \nble was pretty much the centre of attention, and they all knew only to well that the lion liked  \nshowing off. Resting his head on his arms, the big cat grinned over at the bound stud, nodding  \ntowards the dark-red erection jutting from the tan fur of his groin. ‘Ride me, hoofer!'  \nMurring, Sean led his mate over to their waiting friend. ‘You heard the man! Get up, Mister!'  \nSean gave his friend a slight shove towards the prostrate lion and then wandered of to join  \ntheir friends, who had settled down around the table. As the stallion obediently trotted to-  \nwards Kyle, Sean fished a beer from the cooler, watching his friend as he climbed onto the  \ntable. With a resigned snort, Laz straddled the large feline, slowly lowering himself onto his  \nhips. Whining softly, the stud felt the lions pointy shaft push through his well-lubricated ring,  \nthe tiny barbs tickling his sensitive flesh. Kyle let out a satisfied growl, stretching his legs and  \ncurling his toes as he felt the equines soft insides grip his lionhood, his strong claws slipping  \nfrom their sheaths almost on their own volition. As their friends watched and casually sipped  \ntheir beers, Laz sat down on the big cat's groin, the lions member penetrating him deep, his  \nbarbs tickling against is prostate. Closing his eyes, the stallion began to rock back and forth,  \nwanting nothing more than to reach around and stroke himself. But the cuffs kept his arms  \nsecurely behind his back, his muscles moving smoothly but futilely beneath his sweat-damp  \nfur as he tested the strength of his bond. Kyle sprawled out bonelessly, as only cats can do,  \ncontent in letting Laz do the work. Occasionally, he would reach for his beer, taking a long  \nsip while he purred with the feeling of the stallion riding his dick. By the looks of it, the big  \ncat certainly had more self control than they had given him credit for before; Sean could only  \nwhistle in respect as the muscular lion remained motionless, only his feet treating air now and  \nagain as the stallion seemed to stimulate an especially sensitive area of his dick. Laz could  \nonly moan as the barbed length pressed against his gland, tickling him in places that drove  \nhim crazy with the need to cum. But instead of pawing himself off, he could only watch his  \nmates lazily stroke their length as they enjoyed the show ... or watch the lion beneath him  \npant with the pleasure he was giving him ... or watch his painfully hard stallionhood drip  \nthick seed into the golden fur of the big cat's chest. Tail docked high, the stud rolled is hips,  \nhis legs by now too shaky to do much else. His heavy balls - throbbing dully with the need to  \ncum - brushed teasingly through the short fur of Kyles stomach, causing the lust-crazed stud  \nto ride the lions dick ever more frantically. The others cheered him on as they watched the  \nstallion's shaft jerk hard each time he impaled himself on Kyles manhood. After what seemed  \nlike an eternity, Laz could feel the lion shudder beneath him, his thick member jerking hard as  \nhis nuts drew up in his sac. With an ear-shattering roar, Kyle suddenly woke from his lazy  \nreverie, hunching over and grabbing the startled Laz by the shoulders. With a quick twist of  \nhis muscular frame, the lion threw the surprised stallion backwards onto the table, somehow  \nmanaging to roll around and position himself between the neighing studs spread legs in one  \nsmooth motion. Without his barbed dick slipping form the stud's warm hole or even missing a  \nstroke, the big feline rammed his twitching member deep into Laz rear, just as he began to  \ncum. Accompanied by the cat-calls of their friends Kyle held the sweating stallion down, one  \nstrong paw on the other male's chest to press him against wood while the other grabbed the  \nstallions ankle, holding his leg up to allow the cat to thrust even deeper. Growling and snort-  \ning, the muscular lion kept up his pace, delivering a strong jet of seed with each forceful  \nthrust. Shaking in the throws of his orgasm, the lion nonetheless mustered enough control to  \npull his dick almost all the way out before ramming it back into the stallion's tight insides  \nuntil even the soft fuzz of his sheath pressed past the horses twitching ring. Only when his  \norgasm had died down to a gentle trickle, did Kyle slow down. Visibly pleased with himself, a  \nsmug smirk playing around his muzzle, the big lion gave a few last, slow thrusts for good  \nmeasure before finally pulling out. Panting in his afterglow, the lion snatched a beer from  \nTom, and turned back to the exhausted, nodding down towards his dripping lionhood with a  \ngrin ‘You not planning to clean that?'  \nLaz gave an exasperate sigh and struggled to get his hooves sorted out beneath him. His arms  \nstill secured behind his back, the stallion swung his legs over the edge of the table and some-  \nwhat shakily lowered himself to his knees in front of the purring lion. Visibly enjoying him-  \nself, Kyle tore open his can and took a broad stance, letting his shaft and balls dangle between  \nhis spread legs for all to see. Nickering, Laz shuffled closer until he had big cat's semi-erect  \nlionhood within easy reach. With a last wistful glance down to his own untouched erection, he  \ntilted his head to nuzzle alongside the rough fur flanking the lion's groin. His soft nose  \npressed into the musky pubic fur of his friend, Laz lapped up the mixture of seed and sweat.  \nBit by bit, the panting stallion worked his way around the felines round testicles, his tongue  \nrasping gently along the short fur on the back of Kyle's sac before trailing up his short sheath.  \nThe lion's length resting hot against his cheek, he nuzzled around the soft skin of his friends  \nsheath before finally lapping the felines spent member into his muzzle again. Sucking lightly,  \nhe let it slip free again the next moment, instead twisting and turning his head to lick along the  \nlion's dangling length from all sides. With a finally leisurely lap along the underside of Kyle's  \nshaft, Laz let his friend's member fall back to hang flaccidly against the lions muscular thighs.  \nSnorting against the big cat's groin, the horse looked up, a you-done-yet look on his face.  \nPurring, the big cat tensed his retractor muscle and pulled his spend member back into the  \nsand-coloured cover of his sheath. Setting his beer aside, the feline quickly crouched down  \nbesides his friend and untied the rope holding the stallion's wrists together. When his broad  \nmuzzle was level with Laz' ear, the lion quickly glanced around to check if the others were  \nwatching. Content that he was not overheard, he whispered: ‘I hope I wasn't to rough on ya,  \nmate. Sorry if I overdid things ... No hard feelings, ok?' Shooting the stallion a slightly guilty  \nlook, Kyle made quick business with the knot. Laying an arm around the sweating stud's  \nshoulder, he helped his friend to his feet again, giving him a small, apologetic squeeze. Laz  \nhalf-heartedly scowled at the lion, but found that he could not honestly be mad at his friend.  \nTrying to hide the smile that was attempting to sneak onto his muzzle, the stallion rolled his  \neyes and grumbled something unintelligible under his breath. Finally he relented and shot the  \nlion a quick smile. Trotting over towards the couch, he gave the big cat a reassuring pad on  \nthe shoulder, matter-of-factly snatching the beer from Kyle's paw as he went. Still panting  \nfrom exhaustion, his painfully hard dick a constant reminder of his frustrated arousal, Laz  \nthrew himself down onto the couch besides his dark-furred lover. Smiling, Sean leaned for-  \nward and grabbed the esky where they had kept their beer cold. Without much ado, he picked  \nit up and poured the mixture of ice and water across the stallion's nether regions, causing the  \npoor fellow to whinny out in shock. ‘Sorry, mate ... figured you needed something to cool  \nyou down. No way of getting that cock ring off of ya otherwise ...' Laz glowered back at his  \nfriend, still gasping with the cold as the ice melted on his hot genitals. But admittedly, Sean  \nhad been right what his erection was concerned: Shivering, Laz could feel his member sag  \nslightly. Tom chuckled and padded his fellow equine on the shoulder, setting a cool six-pack  \ndown between the stallion's legs with his other hoof. Laz grunted, but the soothing cold was  \nnot entirely unpleasant against his sore package. He ripped one of the cans off for himself and  \nthen lay back into the cushions, glad to finally get a bit of rest, his bowels feeling full with the  \nother males' seed. He was constantly aware of his hot dick pulsing against the cold metal of  \nthe cans, but bit by bit he could feel his erection ease down until his sore dick lay limply  \nagainst his thigh. After what felt like forever, Laz finally felt the ring slip from around his  \nflaccid member. With a snort, he reached down and freed first his aching nuts and then his  \nsemi-soft member from the cursed contraption, dried pre and seed flaking from his messy fur  \nin the process. Giving a rather un-horse like growl, he threw it at Sean who had watched him  \nwith a lewd grin. ‘Just so you know: you are the biggest fucking bastard I know!'  \n‘I do try my best ...' Sean kept on grinning, raising his beer to toast towards his grumbling  \nfriend. ‘Here's to you, mate!' The others joined in the toast, smiling over at the stallion as  \nthey raised their cans.  \nSlowly, an exhausted but content silence settled over the group of friends, now and again bro-  \nken by a soft rumble or a brief exchange of conversation, predictably revolving largely around  \nsubjects below the waistline. None of them had bothered to get dressed again, not really see-  \ning the need for decency after what they had just gotten up to. Sprawled out on the couch and  \nin the hay, they began to nod off one by one, the rain still drumming out its monotone staccato  \non the slat roof. Before long, Kyle was snoring audibly, and Tom had curled up in the hay.  \nPurring softly, Sean trotted over to pick up some rough horse blankets and threw them at their  \nfriends. When their friends were peacefully snoring around them, Sean sauntered back to his  \nfriend who was still sprawled out on the couch, his member only halfway back in his sheath.  \nPurring softly, the dark-furred cat leaned onto the worn fabric of the couches backrest. Idly,  \nhe reached down and stroked his furry knuckles gently along the stallion's heavy orbs. ‘You  \nare not quite done yet, mate.' Grinning, he saw the stallions eyes fly open in alarm, looking  \nfirst at the feline, then darting down to his sore balls. ‘Common, man! I'm sore!'  \n‘That my be, but I intent to use that ass of yours, too ...' Chuffing, the tom vaulted over the  \nback of he couch and rolled in behind his friend, his warm body pressing against the stallions  \nsweaty back. ‘...and as far as I remember, I did promise to let ya cum, if you played along  \nnicely ...' The cat smiled and licked along the stud's cheek, his cold nose nuzzling along his  \nmate's jaw line. Laz ears had perked up at the mention of him finally getting to cum. Chur-  \nring, he pressed back against the felines warm body, the tom's member already stirring again.  \nSean pressed his fuzzy sheath against the stallion's rear, only gently rolling his hips as he felt  \nhis shaft slip smoothly from it's furry covering. The stallion felt blood surge into his sore  \nmember again, bringing him back to full erection in no time. The feline nibbled along his  \nequine friend's neck, his rough tongue licking across the bruised skin where Tom and Niko  \nhad held onto him in their mating frenzy. The tom held still as he savoured the feeling of his  \nhard length slowly sliding into the stallion's warm embrace, gently reaching around to wrap  \nhis paw around Laz erect member. The stud moaned out, pressing back against his feline  \nlover's chest, his manhood twitching in the cat's tender caress. Before long, Sean's swelling  \nknot nudged against his ring, easily slipping in to rest firmly against the stallion's painfully  \nhard prostate, throbbing gently with the cat's heartbeat. Laz turned his head towards the fe-  \nline's broad muzzle rubbing against the nap of his neck. Purring softly the tom sought Laz‘  \nlips, his tongue slipping in to wrap around the stud's own. Locked in their kiss, Sean gently  \nstroked his soft paw-pads along the stallion's slick length, feeling his friend shiver against  \nhim. The cat's tail curled up between their legs to brush lightly along the horse's heavy balls,  \nmaking the other male moan in lust. Spooned against his mate, the tom kissed him deeply  \nwhile he thrust slow and evenly. Laz felt the felines knot rub across his gland, slowly driving  \nhim closer to release. Sean's paw traced lightly from base to tip, stopping briefly to run a teas-  \ning thumb pad along the edge of the stallions flare. Sweaty bodies rubbing against one an-  \nother, the two males grunted in unison, Sean's barbs beginning to flare and tickle against the  \nstallion's velvety insides. The tom's breathing quickened, his thrusting becoming less rhyth-  \nmic as his paw sped up on the Laz member. The stallion docked his tail even higher as he felt  \nSeans fuzzy sheath brush against his ring, sliding his strong tongue deep into his mate's eager  \nmuzzle. Already the stud could feel his balls begin to jerk in his sac, sending small spurts of  \nseed through his dick even before the waves of orgasm washed over him. The feline broke his  \nkiss, instinctively seeking a mating hold. Laz could feel is friend's jaws close around his neck,  \nhis ivory fangs pressing gently against his skin. A moment later, the tom tightened the grip  \naround the stallion's chest, pulling him close as he hilted his twitching member in the neigh-  \ning stallion's rear. All muscles tense, Sean froze for a split second, only his dick twitching  \nhard as he went over the edge. His muffled howl mingling with the stallion's whinny, Laz felt  \nhis own nuts draw up, ready to release his penned-up need. Stars dancing in front of his eyes,  \nthe stallion felt his long-awaited orgasm wash over him. His cock slapped hard against his  \nmessy stomach-fur, sending a spray of sticky seed across his chest and muzzle. Through the  \nbuzz of blood rushing through his ears, Laz could hear his feline lover moan behind him. The  \ntom had recovered from the first on slaughter of his orgasm and was humping frantically into  \nhis friend's tight tail hole, holding the equine down with an arm locked around his chest and  \nhis jaws clamped around his neck. Laz writhed helplessly in his lover's arms, wave after wave  \nof pleasure coursing over him, through him as the feline stroked his member slow but firm.  \nAfter long moments, Sean slowed down, only rolling his hips gently against is lover's rear  \nwhile tracing his finger-pads along the stallions spend member. Laz nickered in bliss, vaguely  \naware of his friend slumping against his back, the cat's spend member still twitching softly  \ninside his warm hole. With a last drawn-out groan, the stallion felt his dick heave for one last  \ntime, sending another shot of seed against his panting muzzle. Totally spent, he went limp in  \nthe felines strong arms, snuggling up against his lover as his stallionhood slowly fell against  \nhis stomach. Panting hard, Sean hugged his lover close to his chest, once more gently kissing  \nalong the stud's sweaty neck. For long moments, they basked in their joined afterglow,  \npressed close together, Sean's member still buried deep in the stallion's tight hole, twitching  \ngently in the aftermath of his climax. Purring softly, the feline rested his muzzle on his friends  \nshoulder, rubbing his check lovingly against the horses neck while his paw gently stroked  \nthrough the messy fur of Laz' chest.  \n‘You know, I had a look at your cards while the guys were busy with you ...'  \n‘Did you now?'  \nThe feline nodded, licking his friend's cheek. ‘Yup ... and last time I checked, four aces beat  \na Full House ....'  \n‘Really?! Well, I never was much good at poker ...' The stallion turned his head, and gently  \nkissed his lover on the lips.  \n  \n\n"}