# Sometimes you win ...

Author: Seany
Tags: Bondage, Bull, Gay, Horse, Lion, M/M, Wolf

Sometimes you win ...  
  
Disclaimer: This story is © Sean aka ElGato and the characters mentioned either belong to me or to Lazarus.  
Please, do not read this story if you are underage as it contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts between  
males.  
Redistribution is AUTHORIZED for non-commercial purposes and only if the disclaimer and copyright informa-  
tion is also redistributed with the story in an unaltered state.  
Thanks to Lazarus for proofreading and to Rov for illustration!  
  
© 2008 by Sean aka ElGato  
  
  
  
  
Rain ... the same sullen downpour that had confined them to the warmth of the barn  
fort he last couple of days. A brown stallion stood by the window, head resting on his arms as  
he stared absentmindedly at the washed out shapes of the trees outside, his tail swishing lazily  
from side to side. In the back of the barn, a black-furred feline lay sprawled out across a few  
bales of hay that served him as a couch. Lips pulled back slightly in annoyance, he flipped  
through the handful of TV channels they got out here. When the face of some decrepit sales-  
woman appeared on the screen for the dozens time, he switched it off with a exasperate sigh.  
Swinging his legs around to sit upright, he looked over at his friend by the window, watching  
him for a while before he spoke: ‘Some guys were planning to come over later on ... told  
them to bring some beer. Maybe we can play some poker or something ...'  
The equine didn't bother to look around, his eyes still fixed on the shifting curtains of rain.  
‘Sounds good to me!' With a low rumble, the equine turned around and wandered over to the  
dark-furred feline, slumping down besides him. ‘Not much else to do anyway ...'  
  

  A few hours later a small group of rather bedraggled looking furs trooped into the warmth of  
the barn, dragging along a few cases of beer. Grumbling at the weather, they quickly threw  
aside their drenched jackets and almost in synchrony shook themselves to dislodge the water  
that had seeped into their fur. Carrying their backpacks and beer over to the assortment of hay  
bales that served as furniture along with the odd couch and table that had found their way into  
the barn, they waved at their friends in passing. ‘Bloody nice weather you picked to invite us  
over, Sean ... remind me to get back at you for that!' Kyle, a rather heavy-build lion, gave his  
fellow feline a lopsided scowl as he threw himself onto the worn couch, giving the equine a  
passing pad on the shoulder as a manner of greeting. ‘How is it going, Laz?' Mumbling greet-  
ings, the rest of the group soon followed: A bull by the name of Angus took possession of the  
threadbare beanbag in front of the TV, dragging along one of the cases of beer to keep it in  
easy reach. Niko, a dark-grey wolf fetched himself a bottle from the case Angus had just pro-  
cured for himself and quickly made a dive for the hay as the bull tried to stop him with a  
mock bellow. Tom picked up the rear, the second case of beer still on his shoulder. The large,  
chequered draft horse stallion gave the lounging lion a rough nudge with his hind hoof. ‘Make  
some room, will ya!' Instead of an answer, the feline bared his fangs in a half-grin-half-snarl  
as a way of answer and stretched out on the cushions with a lazy yawn. ‘Enough room in the  
hay, grass-muncher.' Rolling his eyes, the stallion - who's reputation on the rugby field  
wasn't unjustified - reached down and grabbed the lion by the shoulder. Without much ado  
and before the protesting feline had a chance to react, the equine had thrown him off the  
couch and slumped down himself, padding the seat next to him with a grin. ‘Enough room for  
all, see?' The big cat chuffed at the stallion, but soon settled down, softly grumbling into his  
beer. The rain drumming relentlessly onto the slates of the roof, the six males were soon  
drinking the cold away, noisily discussing about the rugby match they had watched the other  
day. Talking back over his shoulder, Sean began to rummage around the barn in search of  
cards and poker-chips.  
Angus was meanwhile idly leafing trough the collection of DVDs he found besides the TV,  
listening to the conversation with one ear. After the first few discs, the movement of his fin-  
gers slowed, his ears flicking as he read the titles. With a broad grin, he finally rolled over on  
his beanbag, holding up a few DVDs. ‘So this is what you guys get off on!' With a good-  
natured chuckle, he began to read some of the titles out loud to an audience whose attention  
had been captured by the brief glimpse of bare skin they had just seen on the cover pictures.  
‘Animal Farm ...' He held up the disc, which was quickly fetched from his hand by a curious  
Kyle. ‘Hard and Horny ...' That disc likewise found eager spectators. ‘Ties that bind ...' Laz  
had sunk a bit deeper into the cushions of the couch as the black bull read out the titles of  
their little porn collection. Laughing and with the occasional playful punch at the hapless  
horse, the friends listened to the smirking recital, foiling Sean's half-hearted attempts of  
snatching the discs back by throwing them from one to the other. ‘Hell, I knew you guys were  
kinky!' With a booming laugh, Tom gave Sean a hearty slap on the shoulder that almost sent  
him stumbling into the hay, just as the feline had managed to intercept The Dungeon of the  
Minotaur.  
‘Hey Angus! What say, we see what all the fuss is about?' With that the stallion threw the  
DVD he had been studying to the bull who was still lying in front of the TV. Before either  
Laz or Sean could react, he had slipped the disc into the player and leaned back. Giving each  
other a resigned shrug, the two mates settled with their friends, but not without Sean giving  
the bull a cuff around the horns in passing. As most of its genre, the film did not have a lot of  
plot but compensated with ample amounts of naked skin, sweat and moaning. Their initial  
trepidations forgotten, Laz and Sean soon joined in the below-the-belt jokes flying back and  
forth between their friends. It wasn't like their relationship was much of a secret among the  
group of their friends... and judging by the occasional paw or hoof absentmindedly reaching  
down to make a quick adjustment below the waistline, the others weren't exactly opposed to  
what they saw either.  
  

  After an hour of watching a couple of tigers rut like there was no tomorrow, Tom stretched  
his broad frame. ‘You guys done stroking your dicks? We gonna play poker or what?' Look-  
ing around expectantly, he picked up a deck of cards and began shuffling them expertly. The  
others nodded consent, turning back towards the table and their drinks. ‘So, what are the  
blinds? Start with one dollar and work up from there?'  
‘Ever played strip poker?' Niko was looking at them innocently, hiding behind his whiskey-  
coke to hide the grin that was trying hard to creep onto his muzzle. The others looked first at  
him, then at each other, taken slightly aback by the suggestion â€"especially since Niko was not  
normally the one to come up with such ideas; normally that was Kyle's metier. Apparently the  
porn flick had not left the Wolf entirely unaffected ...  
For some moments, an awkward silence hang over the group, neither of the males completely  
opposed to the idea, but no one quite willing to take the first step. Finally, Sean raised his  
paw. ‘I'm game!' Smirking, he glanced around, daring the others to follow suit. One by one,  
the others shrugged and picked up the cards that Tom had dealt them in the meantime. Before  
long, the beer was flowing again and the blinds were going up. Kyle was the first to strip  
down to his underwear ... and then to his bare fur when Laz hit him with an unexpected Full  
House. Sighing in resignation, the lion hooked his thumbs beneath the waistband of his boxers  
and - accompanied by the cat-calls of his friends - pulled them down, revealing his tan col-  
oured sac along with his short sheath. Not exactly shy at the best of times, the big cat actually  
seemed to enjoy showing of to his friends. With a rugged purr, he reached down to give the  
coarser, darker fur that framed his package a nonchalant scratch. Legs spread, he settled down  
again and banged the palm of his paw on the table to demand a new round of cards. ‘Get deal-  
ing! I feel a streak of luck coming on!' A slightly drunken smirk in the corner of his muzzle,  
the feline leaned back, seeming fairly at ease with his naked state although the twitching of  
his round ears betraying a certain nervousness. ‘... but just out of curiosity: what if I loose  
again? I mean, it's not like I can strip down any further ....'  
Sean looked him over with a predatory smile, his own luck having brought him down to his  
jock-strap by now. ‘Well, I suppose you could shave ...but where is the fun in that?' Sean's  
lips pulled back to reveal even more of his fangs as he saw his friend cringe at the thought of  
loosing his pubic fur. ‘But since we are half-naked already anyway, we might as well make  
the best of it! And that requires a volunteer ... if you get my drift ...' Leaning forward and  
taping his cards onto the table like a player hedging his bets, the feline looked about. Tom â€"  
still in his pants â€" grinned back at him in a bad example of a poker-face. 'are you are suggest-  
ing what I think your suggesting?' The chequered stallion, gave the sizable bulge that was  
quickly tenting his pants a leisurely rub as he let his gaze wander over the groins of his mates  
- by the looks of it he was not going to be the one to bend over. Licking his soft nose, he gave  
a short nod ‘You are on, kitty!' It brought him a rather angry glare from the lion next to him,  
who shot his cards a nervous glance. But there was no going back now. At least not without  
the others making fun of him ... The mumbled protest was quickly put down, and more or  
less reluctantly they agreed, their postures betraying a new concentration now that the stakes  
had been raised.  
  

  An hour and various pieces of clothing later the pace had picked up. The bull was grinning at  
the rest of his friends from behind his cards, by now the only one who still had his pants; the  
wolf and the two felines were down to their bare fur, while the stallions at least still had their  
briefs. For a moment, Angus dark eyes lingered on the sheath of the canine, the corners of his  
muzzle creasing in a slow smile. The wolf had crossed his legs in a weak attempt to cover his  
growing arousal. Still the tapered tip of his member had begun to peek forth, glistening dark-  
red against the light-grey fuss of his sheath. Not that the others were faring much better. The  
felines' sheaths were looking rather plump as well, and the two horses seemed to be getting  
tight in their underwear as well, the outlines of their sizable testicles clearly visible beneath  
the fabric. The bull set down his cards and instead reached down to unbuckle his belt. Still  
laying on his beanbag, Angus arched his back to slip down his cargoes, giving the others a  
good view of his package beneath the thin silk of his boxer shorts. His lemon-sized testicles  
were resting low in his smooth sac as with all bovines, peeking from the leg of his boxers as  
he struggled out of his pants. With a grunt he kicked his trousers off and threw them onto the  
table to join the pile of clothe already assembled there. Grinning ear to ear, he picked up his  
cards again, quite aware that the others would have a difficult time to match his bid. ‘I raise  
...'  
‘Hey! No fair! How the fuck are we supposed to go along with that?!' protested Tom letting  
the waistband of his jockstrap snap against his fur for emphasis. ‘That's all I got left! And the  
others are even worse off!'  
‘Lessee: I got the cards, but not the clothe' Musing over his cards, Sean let his other paw fall  
along side his full sheath, nudging his obviously hardening shaft into a more comfortable po-  
sition, before cupping his fuzzy balls. ‘So, as I said before: I go along and you guys get to  
fuck me if I loose.' The dark-furred feline had sprawled out in a convenient haystack, briefly  
glancing at his cards again before he spoke.  
As one, the others turned towards him. ‘Ok, I'm out!' With a snort, the lion threw his cards on  
the table and lay back on the couch. ‘That's a bit high for me. No offence, but I ain't the type  
of guy to raise his tail, ok ...' Chuffing, the big cat shot a meaningful glance first at Sean then  
at Laz.  
‘Well, I'm not broke yet ...' With a soft neigh, Tom got up and â€" bending over â€" slipped his  
briefs down to his ankles. A small smirk snuck onto his long muzzle as he felt the others' gaze  
on his muscular rump. His long tail docked up a fraction higher, offering a good glimpse at  
the hard curves of his rear, his heavy balls hanging low between his strong legs once they  
slipped free of his underwear. His dick was already beginning to slip free of his short-furred  
sheath, for now still hanging limply against his thigh but still proving true what they say about  
horses. Straightening up again, the stallion hooked his thumb into the elastic of his briefs and  
pulled back, flinging them onto the table. ‘Ok, I'm in!' Chuckling, Tom ran the edge of his  
cards along the length of his member to scratch himself.  
‘Um ... ok. You got it!' The wolf licked his lips nervously, his dark-green eyes darting back  
and forth between his cards and his friends. Despite his hesitance, the canine's member pulsed  
softly against the shaggy fur of his stomach. Like all wolf-kin, he was leaking a lot, his dick  
leaving a sticky trail along his pelt as it slowly slipped free of its covering. Giving up his ef-  
forts to try and hide his mounting arousal, Niko smiled awkward at his comrades, a hint of  
embarrassment in his expression.  
‘I can tell when you are bluffing, mister ... you got it!' Laz was lazily scratching his side as  
he glanced over at his feline friend, trying to read his expression. Quickly he followed his  
fellow equines example and pulled down his briefs, exposing his package to his friends' ap-  
preciative glances. Granted, the draft-stallion had him beat by a good inch, but hey! There  
hadn't been any complains so far! Grinning, Laz could feel his member stir in his sheath, his  
blunt tip beginning to peek forth as his friends watched him. The stallion kicked his under-  
wear aside, casually giving his dick a leisurely stroke. His breath quickening, the bull glanced  
down at his cards again. ‘Ok, I raise ya a pair of boxers!' His tufted tail lashed about as he  
pulled off the last shred of clothing covering his privates. The long guard hairs at his opening  
were already glistening with sticky pre, his narrow sheath rigid with his member hardening  
beneath the soft skin.  
‘Ok, let's move this along here!' His whiskers flaring, the dark-furred tom scowled good-  
naturedly at his friend. ‘I see your raise, and looser doesn't get to cum while you lot have  
fun!'  
‘I'm out!' Niko and Tom had thrown their cards down almost simultaneously, glancing over  
at the feline with renewed interest. Nickering in amusement, Tom grabbed the rum to mix  
himself another Cuba Libre. ‘Hell! You guys really are kinky!'  
‘Feeling lucky today, hoofer?' Sean grinned toothily, letting his clawtip drag along the edge  
of his cards. The stallion thought for a moment, sizing up his friend who hid behind a preda-  
tory smirk, his dark-green eyes not betraying whether he was bluffing or not. ‘I can tell when  
you are bluffing, Mister! You're on!' His ears flicked back and forth as he fixed his feline  
lover with a taxing gaze. ‘What've you got, kitty?!'  
'Full House: Jacks and Kings ...' Smirking at his equine friend, the feline decked out one card  
after the other watching his friend's ears fold back a little more each time.  
‘Fuck ...' Laz stared at the cards in his hoof, then back at the feline's hand. With a snort he  
slammed his cards onto the table face-down. ‘Ok, you sneaky bastard ... you won ...'  
Purring deep in his throat, Sean smoothly got to his feet. As he trotted over to his friend, he  
gave the stallion a reassuring pad on the shoulder, a toothy smirk playing in the corners of his  
broad muzzle. ‘Sometimes you win; sometimes you loose ...time to own up!' With that, Laz  
felt a strong paw take a hold of the scruff of his neck and before he knew what was happen-  
ing, he was hoisted onto his feet.  
‘Could you give me a hand here, Tom?' Sean gave the draft stallion a quick nudge with his  
hind paw as he hauled his grumbling mate past his friends. The stallion raised an eyebrow, but  
after brief consideration, he shrugged and pushed himself off the couch. His impressive mem-  
ber swinging between his legs, Tom trotted after the pair, curious at what the wily feline was  
getting up to. Sean stopped where there was a bit more room to move and with a quick twist  
of the wrist, turned his mate to face their friends who were watching attentively, their paws  
resting suspiciously close to their sheaths. Tom followed the cat's nod to step up behind his  
fellow equine. ‘Do me a favour and hold him still, ok?'  
The muscular draft-stud hesitated a moment, not wanting to force his mate into anything he  
might not want. But since Laz did not seem to protest, he shrugged. ‘You are the boss, man  
...'  
A stifled grunt escaped Laz muzzle as he felt the stallions rugby-hardened arms wrap around  
his chest, trapping his arms firmly along his sides. For a moment, he arched against the iron  
grip of the other male, trying to free his arms again, but then he felt Tom's soft nose nudge  
gently against the edge of is ear. The stud's muscular chest vibrating softly against is bare  
back, Laz heard his friends husky voice whisper. ‘Don't worry! I ain't gonna do anything if  
you are not ok with it. You say the word and I will let you go ... my word on it!' Laz ac-  
knowledged Tom's reassurance with a half-hearted grumble. He hadn't really been worried â€"  
Sean usually had things well under control â€" but a pack of randy males might get a bit much  
for him to handle. Good to know Tom was keeping his cool â€" for now at least ...  
Despite himself, Laz could feel his sheath stirring again. Not that it was the first time he had  
seen his friends in the nude, but this was certainly the first time the draft-stallion had been this  
close to him. Cursing himself under his breath, Laz felt his tail docking up slightly as the  
other stallions flat stomach pressed against his lower back. But by the feel of the other's dick  
gently pulsing against his thigh, slowly growing stiffer with each heart-beat, the muscular  
male did not seem too opposed to things going the way they did ...  
Sean had meanwhile wandered over to the pile of hay where they kept their chest of toys hid-  
den from curious eyes. After a brief rummage, he had apparently found what he was looking  
for and trotted back towards the two equines. ‘This is gonna be fun, mate!' Grinning, the fe-  
line stepped up to the trapped stallion, and dangled a set of sturdy leather cuffs and the ac-  
companying rope in front of his nose. A low purr reverberating through his athletic frame,  
Sean kneeled down besides his firend. Laz could guess at the movements of the cat by the feel  
of his long whiskers tickling along his naked body, brushing first along the short fur of his  
sheath, then along the smooth curve of his heavy sac before trailing down along the insides of  
his thighs. By the feel of it the darn tom was doing this on purpose! Groaning under his  
breath, Laz could feel his stallionhood slip free of its protective covering, for now still hang-  
ing flaccidly alongside the draft-studs length. His mounting arousal was not lost on Sean who  
was by now crouching by his side, his head between the equines legs. As cats are wont to do,  
he began to rub his head along his mate's dick, the short fuzz of his muzzle alternating with  
the longer fur of his mane, even as his paws were busy fastening the buckles of the cuffs  
around the horse's ankles. Laz shivered as the soft hair brushed along his shaft, only vaguely  
aware of leather tightening above his hoof. With a satisfied chuff, Sean gave the cuffs a test-  
ing tug and sat up, the gentle caress of his facial fur suddenly gone from the stallion's twitch-  
ing member. Balancing on the bales of his paws, the feline grinned up at the softly panting  
stallion, suddenly careful to keep away from the slowly hardening length in front of him. The  
tom's warm breath washed over the trapped studs groin as he tom methodically fastened the  
second set of cuffs around onto the horse's wrists. ‘Just in case you should change your mind  
when things heat up ...'  
With a low rumble, the feline leaned closer, one paw gently trailing along his friends shiver-  
ing flank, while the other idly played with the other toy he had dug up â€" a set of cock rings.  
Sean's soft finger pads played with his short fur, slowly inching deeper until they brushed  
against the other male's pubic fur. Careful not to block the view for their friends watching  
avidly from the couch, Sean leaned in to nuzzle along his mate's neck, the furry knuckles of  
his paw brushing ever so slightly along the tender skin at the opening of the horses sheath.  
Darn! That blasted tom really knew how to get his engines running! Helplessly trapped be-  
tween Tom's iron grip and his mate's teasing caress, the stallion found his breath quickening  
as his member began to respond. Sean smiled as he felt the soft skin heat up and grow firm  
beneath his touch. Before long, Laz member arched up, pressing against the cat's playful paw  
while  
Sean's tongue trailed along the edge of Laz' jaw, quickly finding his way to the stallions lips.  
The stud moaned into the kiss as he felt Sean's grip tighten around his shaft. At first, he only  
massaged the very base through the thin cover of his sheath, pushing the slick covering back  
and forth along his length, but then the feline ran his paw along the length of the groaning  
stallions shaft, stroking it from base to tip â€" but only his shaft. Laz nickered in frustration as  
his lover kept stubbornly away from the most sensitive part of his dick - his flare. Just as the  
squirming male felt his flare begin to mushroom out, Laz suddenly felt the cat's paw take a  
firm grip around his base, his other pressing the cool metal of the cock ring against the hot  
skin of his tip. Not bothering to use any other lubrication than that provided by the panting  
stallion's arousal, the tom bid his time to gently twist and push the toy down along his mates  
hard length until it rested against his very base. Laz ears folded back as he winced under his  
breath each time the ring caught on his sensitive skin only to be pushed on relentlessly by the  
smirking tom. With a sigh, the stallion finally felt the smooth metal come to rest snugly  
against his sheath â€" only to grunt in dismay as he felt Sean take a hold of his balls a moment  
later. Weighing the stallion's tender orbs in his paw, the feline trapped first one then the other  
low in their furry sac. Careful not to injure his friend, but not exactly gentle either he eased  
them through the opening of the second ring. Laz grunted uncomfortably and began to squirm  
against Tom's chest as the pressure on his gonads increased. With a final push, Sean slipped  
the stallion's ample nuts through, causing the helpless male to arch his back with the sudden  
dull ache cramping his stomach, his breath hissing through clenched jaws. Slumping back  
against his fellow equine, Laz felt his nuts swing free again at last, now trapped behind the  
cool metal hanging low in their fuzzy pouch leaving him feeling uncomfortably exposed. The  
circulation restricted, he felt his dick become almost painfully hard, his broad flare now fully  
developed and glistening with the first drops of pre that leaked from his slit.  
‘Now get down on all fours!' Giving Tom a short nod, Sean grabbed his friend by the scruff  
of his neck again and gently but persistently pushed the stallion to his hands and knees. The  
draft horse followed his movements, releasing the stallion's arms so he could support himself  
but never quite letting his captive go. A moment later, Laz found himself crouching on the  
ground, Tom's arm still locked around his chest, his considerable weight resting on top of him  
and holding him down. From the corner of his eye, Laz could see the other three lazing  
around on the couch, by now not even trying to conceal their boners anymore. Beer in one  
paw, their dick in the other they were watching the show, leisurely stroking themselves.  
Grinning, Sean stepped in front of his friend, his paw reaching out to stroke the mane between  
the stallions twitching ears. A rugged purr rumbling in his chest, the tom lowered himself onto  
his knees, his maleness only inches from the cowering stud's nose. Looking at his mate ex-  
pectantly, the feline bent back slightly, his paws grabbing onto his ankles for support. Laz  
frowned at his lover but took the hint. Nickering, he pushed his velvety nose against the other  
male's groin, nuzzling gently along the cat's fuzzy balls before slipping out his strong tongue  
to lick alongside the tom's plump sheath. Already, he could feel the slick heat of Sean's  
member rub along his cheek, slipping forth smoothly in response to the stallion's gentle ca-  
ress. Accompanied by his lover's content purr, Laz began to lick the feline's dick from the  
base of his sheath to his barbed tip, coaxing out a little more of his dark-red length each time.  
Before long, he could feel the tell-tale bulge of his Sean's knot swelling beneath the cover of  
short fur. Panting softly, the stallion rolled his tongue along the length of Sean's dick and gen-  
tly pushed down, pressing the tip into the narrow opening between the cat's soft sheath and  
his hard member. Licking around the tom's knot, he eased it out of it's fuzzy cover, allowing  
it to grow to full size in a matter of seconds. Mewling in pleasure, Sean watched his mate lick  
slowly first along the length of his glistening shaft, then around the curve of his ample knot,  
making him shudder with the sensation of the stallions strong tongue caressing his sensitive  
skin. After some moments of letting the stud service his dick, Sean nodded towards the draft-  
horse and reached down to grab his own dick firmly by the base.  
Still concentrating on the glistening length in front of him, Laz did not notice Tom shifting his  
weight on top of him, but then he suddenly felt a strong hoof grab his lower jaws, the thumb  
pushing deftly into his check to prevent him from closing his muzzle. Neighing in surprise, he  
first tried to pull away, but quickly found that his rugby-hardened friend had no intention of  
letting him go; the grip tightened around his lower jaw, not only preventing him from biting  
down without hurting his own cheek, but also keeping his head motionless. Sean pulled his  
paw from between the hapless stallions ears, letting his soft finger-pads trace through the  
short fur on the back of his friend's muzzle before giving the stallions soft nose a gentle rub.  
Purring softly, the tom-cat placed his tapered tip against the stallion's lips and with a lust-  
filled grunt he slipped his barbed length deep into the horse's muzzle. Laz could feel the short  
bristles around his friends tip scratch lightly along his tongue before the pointy tip hit the back  
of his throat. Steadying himself with a paw resting on the draft-horse's broad shoulders, the  
feline began to hump the stallion's muzzle in long, measured strokes, obviously intent on giv-  
ing their friends a perfect view of his hard member sliding in and out of the captive male's  
maw. Bit by bit, the nudging against the back of Laz' throat became more insistent as the  
horse tried his best to wrap his tongue around the cats slick length and provide what stimula-  
tion he could, while being prevented from actually bobbing his head by the draft stallion's  
vicelike grip. His ears flicked as he caught slivers of conversation, reminding him of his other  
friends watching him. A slight grin creased the corner of his muzzle and with a brief effort of  
concentration he fought down his gag-reflex, suddenly taking the felines member down to the  
base. His friend's thick knot scraped lightly against his teeth as the barbed tip slipped down  
his twitching throat, causing the tom to hunch over with the sudden intensity of the stimula-  
tion. The fur on his friend's back bristled as he suddenly felt the tight embrace of the horse's  
throat around his hard shaft. With a feral grunt, Sean sped up, thrusting in short, hard strokes,  
now that he felt the familiar pressure of a tie against the back of his engorged knot. Accompa-  
nied by the cat-calls of their friends, Sean braced himself against the shoulders of the draft-  
horse as he leaned into his thrusts, trying to burry his twitching member still deeper into the  
tight grip of Laz' warm throat. Panting hard, the feline felt his balls draw up more and more,  
edged on by the skilful ministration of his equine friend. Laz smirked as he played his strong  
tongue against the cats engorged knot, letting the other male's shaft slide freely into the tight  
embrace of his throat. With a satisfied snort, the equine soon felt his friend's sac draw tight  
against his groin, nudging against his chin with every thrust. A split-second later, he felt the  
rush of his friend's thick seed as it shot down his throat. With a toothy grin creasing the cor-  
ners of his muzzle, the horse tightened his jaw-muscles a little, taking a firm hold of the cats  
knot just a he began to deftly twist his tongue around the felines now-trapped shaft. Sean's  
thighs jerked as he felt the equine redouble his efforts even as he was riding out the waves of  
his orgasm. The tom fought to bite back a pathetic mewl, he felt rising in his throat as his  
lover teased his oversensitive member all efforts of pulling his twitching length out cut short  
by the grip of the stallions teeth. Panting hard, the feline hung his head, and â€" eyes closed â€"  
leaned against the draft-stallion. Taking advantage of all the little spots he knew so well, Laz  
mercilessly edged his friend on, swallowing around the barbs he still felt tickling against his  
throat even as his strong tongue massaged the feline's throbbing knot. Whining, the cat felt  
his balls draw up once more, the feeling of his friends throat tightening around his twitching  
barbs simply too much to bare. With a low, drawn-out growl, the tom felt his balls jerk up,  
forced to empty again so short after his first orgasm. Ears folded back flat against his skull,  
the exhausted feline leaned onto Tom's shoulder, fighting hard to get his breath back. Grin-  
ning contently at having proven his point, Laz let his mate pull back, but not without giving  
his twitching length a last lingering lick. Cringing involuntarily at this last caress, Sean sud-  
denly felt a heavy paw fall onto his shoulder.  
‘My turn!' Kyle had trotted up behind his feline friend and without much ado pulled him back  
and onto his feet. Slumping down on the nearby table a bit shakily, the spend tom shot Laz a  
quick I-will-get-you-for-this glance before reaching for a beer, clearly working hard to get his  
breath back. Laz attention was quickly drawn back to the matters at hand as the lion posi-  
tioned himself before the immobile stallion. The big cat's member was somewhat shorter than  
Sean's, though much thicker and barbed along its entire length. Kyle seemed to enjoy having  
the stallion stare at his package while he lazily ran his fingers along the fuzz of his sheath and  
down to his sand-coloured balls. Rumbling low in his chest, the feline reached down to nudge  
Toms hoof aside, instead taking a firm hold of Laz muzzle himself. Gradually, he pulled the  
other male's muzzle level with his glistening lionhood until the stallion's nose was only  
inches from the his musky length. The felines broad thumb-pad stroked idly along the ridge of  
Laz muzzle, all the while making sure to hold the horse's maw firmly shut to prevent him  
from lapping at the member in front of him. Obviously happy in is position of power, the lion  
set his beer aside and reached down with his free paw to grab the base of his shaft. Content  
that the stallion couldn't move away, the big cat began to gently thrust against his trapped  
muzzle, his barbed length leaving a stick trail of pre along the horses soft nose as it slid  
against the warm skin. Laz snorted as the other males thick musk washed over his senses,  
causing his own dick to jerk up and slap against his stomach. By the feel of it, Tom was be-  
ginning to get restless as well. Having watched his fellow stallion blow his friend right in  
front of him, that was admittedly hardly surprising. The big draft was shifting his weight, in-  
stinctively rubbing against his friends back while his hard member brushed hotly against the  
insides of his thighs, leaving a trail of messy fur in it's wake. Contently watching the helpless  
male in front of him, Kyle let the glistening tip of his dick play along the horses lips, for now  
allowing him only the slightest taste of his arousal, even as the salty tang of Seans seed still  
lingered on the stallion's tongue. Growing restless after a while, the lion leaned down to the  
trapped horse, tilting his head upwards so Laz had to look him in the eye. With a low growl,  
he leaned down to whisper into his ear: ‘No tricks, Hoofer, OK? Sean might like what you did  
just then ... I don't! Understood?' Increasing the pressure of his claws ever so slightly, the  
feline waited until the horse nodded softly in consent before letting go of his muzzle. ‘Good  
... now start with the balls and work your way up from there ...' Giving the bound equine a  
reassuring pad between the ears, the lion straightened up again, letting his ample package  
dangle in front of the kneeling stallions nose. ‘Whatcha waiting for? Get working!' With a  
playful growl, the lion leaned back against a nearby beam supporting the roof. Fetching his  
beer back from the table, the rested his back against the old wood while he pushed his hips  
towards the stallion in front of him. Not needing to be asked twice, Laz let his tongue play  
along the lions swaying orbs, letting is heavy testicles roll from his tongue only to be lapped  
up into his muzzle the next moment. Rubbing his soft nose against the felines fuzzy sheath,  
Laz sucked gently on his friends balls, before letting them slip from between his lips again.  
Running his strong tongue slowly up along the lion's thick member, he bent the small barbs  
back slightly, knowing that this was enough to drive Sean up the wall. Right enough, he heard  
the big cat's claws screech against the metal of his beer can, his muscular frame shuddering  
with pleasure at the warm caress of the stallions tongue. Before long, Laz became aware of  
the draft-stallion's panting breath against his ear, the males long muzzle resting alongside his  
neck as he watched him suck off his friend. By now, the draft was fully hard, his dick lodged  
between his fellow stallion's legs. By the feel of it, Tom was really enjoying the show. Laz  
could feel the stud's hot shaft slide against his trapped balls and rub along his own uncom-  
fortably hard length. Edged on by the silky feeling of another male's member stroking against  
his own, Laz concentrated on the Kyle's lionhood again, twisting and turning his head slightly  
to play with the cat's sensitive barbs. All but lost in the moment, Laz was suddenly brought  
back to reality as he caught his feline lover strolling back towards them, the predatory smirk  
on his muzzle clearly meaning trouble. For a moment, the tom just stood with his arms  
crossed to watch the rutting males, idly tapping a tube of what looked like lube against his  
biceps. Laz gulped around the dick in his maw, now and again shooting a nervous glance at  
his mate until a low growl and a light cuff against his nose brought him back to the task at  
hand. Obediently, the stallion returned to bobbing his head, uneasily trying to keep track of  
his mate as he leisurely strolled towards them. Smiling amicably, Sean kneeled down besides  
his friends, watching the action from up close for a moment. Then â€" letting his paw trail reas-  
suringly along the stallions shivering flank â€" the tom moved from his friend's field of vision  
again, smoothly rolling underneath the kneeling male. Laz' muscles tensed in anticipation of  
what was to come as he felt the feline's warm breath against his hard member, in an instant  
reminding him of his own penned-up need.  
Sean lay on his back between his lover's spread legs, taking a moment to enjoy the  
view of the two stallions' impressive members sliding silkily against one another. Tom's hard  
shaft rubbed against the smaller studs bound balls, nudging them about as he thrust awk-  
wardly between the kneeling male's legs â€" until the draft-horse felt soft finger-pads take hold  
of his maleness. With a surprised neigh, the muscular stallion froze in mid-thrust, his chin  
sinking down against the sweaty fur between the smaller male's shoulder-blades. Tom shiv-  
ered as he felt Sean's nimble fingers stroke along the hard length twitching between his mus-  
cular legs. Feeling the big male shudder above him, the feline gently spread a generous  
amount of lube along the throbbing organ. The dark-furred feline worked his was up along  
Tom's black shaft, taking his time to circle his soft finger-pads around the stallion's broad  
flare to coat it with the cool gel. Once the he had the stud lubed up to his satisfaction, Sean  
gave his friend a slight nudge against his thigh to get him to back up a bit. As soon as he had  
enough room to manoeuvre, the feline brought the big draft's tip up against his lover's rear,  
watching Laz tail dock up instinctively. A moment later, the kneeling stallion could feel the  
tom's paw trail down along his thigh to wrap around the base of his sac. Contently sprawling  
out on his back to watch the show above, Sean began to gently but persistently tug on Laz  
heavy balls, forcing his friend to back up against the eager stallion's dick.  
Laz' ears folded back slightly as he felt Tom's vice-like grip around his chest first relax and  
then tighten even more as the big draft-stallion felt his dick finally nudge against the other  
male's tight ring instead of rubbing uselessly between the other's thighs. Still thrusting into  
the kneeling stallions muzzle, Kyle followed the developments with interest, a smirk playing  
around his broad muzzle as he watched Tom get more and more restless. With a soft whine,  
Laz felt his balls being trapped low in his fuzzy sac, throbbing with dull pain as the feline  
beneath him slowly but mercilessly pulled him backwards. Shuddering slightly, he followed  
the pull, feeling the larger stallions flare push ever harder against his tight entrance. Bit by bit,  
Tom's member spread him open further, the big stud thankfully possessing enough self-  
control to keep from thrusting into him then and there - although his shuddering and grunting  
clearly showed that it took all of his resolve to keep still. Whinnying around the lion dick still  
in his muzzle, Laz eased back another fraction of an inch, a sharp sting shooting up his spine,  
as the broadest part of Tom's flare breached his ring. Sean watched the larger stallion's thick  
member slowly slip deeper into the kneeling studs rear. Tom was shacking with the effort to  
keep still despite the sensation of Laz velvety inner walls gripping tightly around his throb-  
bing maleness, his mane bristling as he fought his instincts to just slam his hips forward. As  
the initial pain of his entering passed, Laz could feel Toms flare press against his insides, only  
to slowly grind past his already hard prostate the next moment, sending drop after drop of  
thick pre leaking from his painfully hard shaft. Inch by slow inch the muscular draft eased his  
twitching member deeper into the smaller stud's tight rear, forcing his intestines to straighten  
to accommodate his length. After what seemed like an eternity of grunting and neighing, Laz  
felt the larger stallion collapse onto his back, Tom's heavy balls by now nudging gently  
against his own as the draft-horse hilted his member inside his stretched passage. The draft-  
stallion's ears folded back as he bent over his friend, his broad hind-hooves scraping along the  
ground as he sought better purchase. Laz could feel the stud's sweaty torso rub against his  
back, a low rumble vibrating through the large male's muscular chest as he slowly pulled his  
massive length back a fraction, savouring the feeling of Laz inner muscles clenching around  
his girth before pushing in again at a leisurely pace. Shuddering, the smaller male felt the stal-  
lions flare press into his prostate once more, sending his own dick slapping hard against his  
stomach.  
Kyle gave a guttural chuckle as he felt his friend trembling with the force of Tom's thrusts.  
His lionhood harder than ever from watching the two stallions rutt, the big cat reached down  
to give Laz a friendly pad on the cheek to remind him of the dick still buried deep in his muz-  
zle. ‘Oi, mate ... get sucking!'  
Laz tried to tear his attention away from the feeling of Toms massive member pushing deep  
into him, his thrusts slowly becoming more forceful as the larger stallion gave in to his feral  
instincts. His own member jerking and shooting a small jet of pre each time the other studs  
flare pushed past his prostate, Laz wrapped his tongue around the barbed length in his maw  
again, eliciting a satisfied growl from its owner. Before long, Laz could feel thick seed drip  
from his throbbing shaft as Tom mercilessly massaged his prostate. The relentless pressure on  
his hard gland forced his over-full balls to release their penned up seed without even the  
slightest feeling of relief. If anything, the sensation of his hot seed pulsing weakly through his  
painfully hard shaft made him feel even hornier than before. Each time Tom drove his mas-  
sive member into the smaller stallion's bowels, Laz felt his own dick jerk up and slap wetly  
against his sweaty stomach fur. Whining in frustration, the stallion redoubled his effort to get  
the lion off, hoping against hope that he would get to cum as well once the others were satis-  
fied.  
Edged on by the horse's skilful ministrations, Kyle fell back against the beam again, his  
maned head thrown back in bliss as Laz played his tongue along the lion's twitching barbs.  
The big cat's tongue was lolling from his broad muzzle, as he amicably rubbed the stallion  
between the flicking ears.  
Trapped as he was between the moaning lion in front of him and the rutting stallion behind,  
Laz suddenly felt something slick brush along his aching length. Sean had wrapped his paws  
around the needful stallion's member, providing him with a tight, slick tunnel for him to  
thrust into. Groaning in relief, the stallion arched his back, trying to drive his dick deep into  
the gentle grip of his friend. Tom and Kyle moaned in unison as Laz began to move between  
them, licking frantically around the lions bristling length just as he inadvertently pushed back  
hard into the draft-stallions increasingly erratic thrusts in his effort to finally get off himself.  
Kyle gave a low rumble in his chest, slowly rising in volume as his muscles tensed beneath  
his sweaty pelt. With a feral growl, the big cat suddenly pulled back, his paw shooting down  
to grab the stallion by his jaw, holding his muzzle still while he prised it open with his thumb.  
Panting hard, the lion wrapped his free paw around his twitching maleness, aiming it at the  
squirming stud's maw while he began to stroke himself hard and fast. Roaring at the top of his  
lungs, Kyle shot his load a moment later. Laz managed to close his eyes just in time before  
the big cat's thick seed splattered across the short fur of his muzzle. After the fist rush of or-  
gasm, the lion had himself under control again and aimed his member at the stallions maw.  
Purring breathlessly, he continued to stroke his member, milking shot after shot of salty cum  
onto the groaning horse's tongue. Toms heavy balls swung against the smaller male's' own as  
the stallion tried to drive his length still deeper into the tight grip of the other horse's insides,  
while Laz eagerly swallowed the lion's tangy seed. Steam rising from his nostrils with every  
panting breath, Tom arched his back, nibbling at the fur of Laz neck in an effort to find a fold  
of skin to clamp down on. Digging his hooves into the ground, the heavy stallion finally  
slammed his thick member home one last time, biting down on the others shoulder as he came  
hard. Laz could feel each strong jet of seed hit his insides while he thrust desperately into his  
lover's paws, feeling himself getting closer and closer to his own orgasm ... But just as he felt  
his balls draw up, Sean suddenly released his grip around the studs glistening shaft, leaving  
him to thrust futilely into empty air. Smirking, the dark-furred feline beneath him watched his  
friend buck and squirm in an effort to get that final stroke, that final bit of stimulation to send  
him over the edge. He could hear Tom neigh in ecstasy above them as Laz struggled to cum,  
his movements only causing him to ride the other stallion's dick harder.  
After long moments, Tom collapsed onto the shaking stallion's back, breathing heavily in the  
afterglow of his orgasm. Kyle smirked down at his friends before wiping his spend member  
clean along the sweaty fur of Laz cheek. ‘A deal is a deal, mate ... Sean said no cumming  
...So, though luck, I guess!' With a sympathetic pad between the stallion's ears, the lion  
stretched his broad frame and wandered back to slump down into the hay, his member quickly  
retreating into his tan-coloured sheath.  
‘But thanks for keeping your end of the bargain ...' Nuzzling the crouching stallion's bruised  
shoulder and obviously fighting to get his breath back, Tom slowly pushed himself up unto  
his hands and knees again, taking his weight off of Laz sweaty back. Whining softly, Laz  
hung his head, his world reduced to the dull ache of his full balls and the needful twitching of  
his sore member. The taste of the felines seed on his tongue and the hot throbbing of Tom's  
member against his gland constantly reminding him of the release that was denied to him.  
After a while, Laz could feel the big male begin to go limp and with a drawn out grunt, Tom  
finally pulled his flaccid member free. With a satisfied rumble, the draft horse pushed himself  
up, his shaft still dangling between his muscular legs and dripping with his seed. Neighing, he  
reached down to give his equine friend a hearty slap between the shoulder blades before grab-  
bing his hand and pulling him upright. A smirk crossed his broad muzzle as his gaze fell on  
the panting stallions painfully erect stallionhood. ‘Glad to see you are enjoying yourself!'  
Laz gave his friend a half-hearted sneer, his fore-hooves clenching in an effort to keep from  
reaching for his dick. His tail swishing from side to side in agitation, he grunted back: ‘Yeah  
... screw you t...' No sooner had the stallion scrambled back onto somewhat shaky legs,  
when he saw a dark shape of a wolf rush towards him. ‘My turn!' Niko cannon-balled into the  
equine at full speed, barely leaving him enough time to even neigh in surprise. Before he  
knew what was happening, Laz felt strong arms grip him from behind, pinning his own to his  
side once more as the canine tackled him to the ground. Growling ferally, the wolf rolled onto  
his back, his arms slung around the horse's chest to hold him down. Already, the pointy tip of  
his dick pocked against the stallion's rump in a clumsy effort to hit the mark. With a trium-  
phant howl, the wolf finally found what he was looking for and drove his slick dick deep into  
the velvety depth of the stallion's rear. Laz could feel the canine's member slide in smoothly  
and painlessly, his well-stretched hole offering little resistance. A moment later, Niko's thick  
knot nudged against his ring, and after another forceful thrust from the canine, he could feel it  
pressing hard against his prostate. Niko's strong canines grazed along the stallion's bruised  
shoulder, before pinching the nape of his neck in a mating bite. Growling low in his chest, the  
wolf rolled his hips, gyrating his twitching member within the moaning studs bowls. Laz  
could feel the canines fist-sized knot move against his aching prostate, the slightest movement  
of the horny wolf sending trickles of thick pre leaking from his straining cock. Howling  
through a muzzle-full of horse-fur, Niko gently pulled his knot free, shivering at the feeling of  
the stallion's anal ring pressing down hard on the sensitive back of his knot. The stallion  
watched his hard member slap against his matted stomach fur in frustration, futilely trying to  
free his arms to at least stroke himself off while the wolf ploughed into him. Before long,  
Niko had settled into a steady rhythm, pulling his knot free, only to push in slowly again until  
the bristly guard-hairs of his dark-furred sheath tickled against Laz stretched hole. Already,  
the stallion could feel the wolf begin to leak copious amounts of pre as all canines are wont to  
do. Laz' legs twitched each time Niko hilted his hot length, the knot grinding against his pros-  
tate making his heavy balls ache with the need to release. Through the haze of his penned-up  
lust, the stud was only dimly aware of a shadow falling across his squirming frame.  
‘Room for one more, hoofer?' His hand stroking lazily along his length, Angus stood above  
the pair bucking in the hay, watching the wolf thrust into the hapless horse. Laz eyes shot  
open as he stared up at the heavy-set bovine. His member wasn't overly thick, but what it  
might lack in girth, it more than made up for in length: pointy and sinewy, his dick was easily  
as long as Tom's.  
‘Sure ... make yourself at home ...' Before Laz could open his maw to tell the bull off, he felt  
a dark-furred paw clamp down around his muzzle, reducing him to protesting grunts. Keeping  
a firm grip, Sean smirked down at his friend, his thumb gently, reassuringly stroking his  
friend's soft nose. Laz glowered at the feline, but finally snorted in resignation. With a rough  
chuckle, the bovine kneeled down between the prostrate stallion's legs and without much ado,  
took a firm hold of his ankles. Angus locked eyes with the panting stallion as he lined his pink  
length up Laz' hole, pulling the horse's legs up until his ankles came to rest against the bo-  
vine's broad shoulders. He nodded towards Niko who just grinned back at him through the  
haze of his lust, and with a drawn-out grunt, the bovine began to push in. Laz arched his back  
as he felt the second male's member enter, only vaguely aware of the slight pain as Niko  
clamped down harder on the fold of his skin. Angus watched the helpless stallion squirm with  
the sensation of his length pushing in alongside the wolf knot, making Niko's toes curl with  
the sensation of the slick hardness moving smoothly along his own even as he thrust deep into  
the stallion's velvety depth. Laz almost forgot to breath as he felt both males begin to buck  
there hips in counter-rhythm to each other, Niko pulling back and grinding his knot against  
his prostate just as Angus drove his hard length deep into his bowels until his heavy balls  
nudged his own, over-full orbs. Sean had meanwhile sprawled out in the hay besides his rut-  
ting friends, enjoying the show while he amicably stroked the equines sweat-and-pre soaked  
stomach-fur. Occasionally, his paw would trail down to run a gently claw along his friends  
needy length, making the stallion gasp with the hope of finally getting those few strokes he  
needed. But it was never more than a single teasing stroke before the playful feline turned  
back to tracing a soft finger pad along the sweaty fur of the stud's sheath or tickling his heavy  
sac. Before long, Niko's thrust became erratic, fast and deep, his knot seeming to swell even  
more as his balls drew close to his body. With a muffled howl, he dug his hind-paws into the  
straw and thrust up hard one last time, grinding his throbbing knot into the panting stallions  
rear as he shot his hot seed deep into Laz' bowels. Just as the stallion felt his canine friend  
shoot his hot seed deep into him, he sensed the bull tremble above him with a ground-shaking  
bellow â€" the feeling of the wolf's dick pistoning with blinding speed along his own and the  
sudden tightness around his shaft fanning the flames of his primal instincts. Steam rose from  
his nostrils in little huffs, as the bull let himself drop onto all fours, digging hands and hooves  
into the dirt as he mounted the trapped stallion with feral ferocity. Niko gave a series of high-  
pitched yipps in the throws of his drawn-out peak, squirming in pleasure at the strange new  
feeling of double-teaming on someone. But as his orgasm died down to a warm glow in his  
gut, the relentless stimulation of the raging bull's dick thrusting along his own became down-  
right unpleasant, over-stimulated as his member felt so soon after cumming. Wincing, the  
wolf tried to pull free, tugging his engorged knot against the stallions ring, but found that he  
was firmly tied. Powerless, the whimpering canine pressed against the moaning stallions back,  
having no choice but to hope for the bull to finish soon. Laz could feel the wolf's dick jerk  
and strain against his insides, mercilessly stimulated by the Anus ever more forceful thrusting  
and in turn mercilessly milking the horse's aching prostate. Even as his dick arched up force-  
fully with the bull's hard trusts, Laz could feel the gentle pulsing as his balls were once more  
made to surrender his seed without the bliss of release. With a soft whimper, Niko could feel  
his balls draw up again, releasing another weak jet of watery cum just as the bull hilted his  
length up to the long guard-hairs of his sheath, bellowing as he went over the edge. For the  
third time that evening, Laz could feel the rush of hot seed flooding into his intestines, the bull  
emptying his balls in long, hard spurts. The stallion arched in Niko's iron grip, groaning as he  
tried to get the image of the rutting bull above him into focus again, almost loosing touch with  
his body as his own balls felt ready to burst. His shaft strained uselessly in the air above his  
stomach, strands of thick seed trickling down his sides to seep into the messy fur of his sheath  
and stomach. Slowly, the bull quieted down, little by little regaining his slightly more civi-  
lized poise once his more basic need had been taken care of. Fighting to get his breath back,  
the bovine managed a toothy grin and leaned down to lick roughly across the equines soft  
nose. ‘Thanks mate, I needed that ...' Chuckling softly, he leaned back, pulling his sloppy  
shaft from the stallion's well-filled rear, only to wipe it clean on the messy fur of the horses  
thigh. Niko let out a sigh of relief as his tender shaft was finally allowed to calm down, now  
that the bull had withdrawn. With an exhausted grunt, the canine collapsed back into the hay,  
basking in the afterglow of his orgasm and enjoying the warm pressure of the panting equine  
above him. Humming softly to himself, Sean watched the wolf's paws slip from Laz arms,  
letting the stallion go. ‘Touch your dick, and you will regret it, mate ...' The felines lips  
slipped back to reveal his smooth canines, adding emphasis to his threat. The cat ran a paw  
along the stallions soaked stomach fur, collecting the mixture of sweat, pre and cum. With a  
smile, he smeared it along the horse's nose. As the heavy scent of his arousal hit Laz nostrils,  
he slipped out his tongue, lapping almost instinctively at the salty tang coating the felines  
paw. ‘You know I can do worse than this ...'The tom played his finger along the stallion's  
lips and tongue, now and again rubbing his soft nose while the canine gradually calmed down.  
Purring softly, Sean leaned over to his lover, gently nuzzling his was up along the stallions  
cheek to his ear. He nibbled on the soft edge of the horses ear lovingly and whispered: ‘ ...  
and if you promise to go along, you got my word that I will let you cum before the end of the  
night ...'  
Laz gulped, his eyes inevitably darting down to his aching stallionhood before studying his  
mate's face again. Finally, he gave an almost imperceptible nod. ‘Gaming debts are debts of  
honour after all, right?'  
After long minutes, Niko finally rolled onto his side, taking the horse with him. With a sigh,  
the wolf pulled his dick free, his spent organ quickly receding into the protective cover of his  
sheath. The wolf gave his panting friend a brisk pad on the chest. ‘Thanks big guy!' With a  
tired smile, Niko rolled onto his hind paws and staggered off to help himself to another beer.  
Sean, moved over to his rather worn looking friend, gently reaching up to scritch the horse  
between the ears. ‘You are holding up good, mate ... I'm impressed!' A soft purr rumbled  
through the feline's chest as he laid an arm around his panting mate. ‘... not that you are done  
yet ....' The tom gave the stallion an encouraging slap on the back and jabbed a thumb in the  
direction of Kyle who was just setting down his beer. The lion licked across his broad nose  
and fixed the tired stallion with a predatory glint in his eye. With a determined look, he  
reached down to push back his sheath, his barbed length hard again in seconds.  
The stallions eyes shot to the lions jutting erection, then back to Sean, suddenly not so sure  
anymore if it had been such a good idea to agree to his friends deal so readily. But the tom  
was all his dominant self again and just smirked at his friends worried look. ‘You will do  
what I ask anyway ... and the deal was no cumming ... so stop whining!' The dark feline  
rolled onto his feet and grabbed the stallion by the scruff of his neck, gently but persistently  
dragging the equine to his hind hooves. ‘And just to make sure you keep your end of the bar-  
gain ...' The tom gave a low growl and grabbed the stallion by the wrist, twisting first one  
then the other behind his back to lock his cuffs together. ‘And now take care of Kyle over  
there. He looks like he could use some attention ...' The big cat had meanwhile brushed the  
empty bottles off the table and sprawled out on the stained wood. By the smirk on his muzzle,  
he had not chosen the spot by accident â€" all the others lounging around again by now, the ta-  
ble was pretty much the centre of attention, and they all knew only to well that the lion liked  
showing off. Resting his head on his arms, the big cat grinned over at the bound stud, nodding  
towards the dark-red erection jutting from the tan fur of his groin. ‘Ride me, hoofer!'  
Murring, Sean led his mate over to their waiting friend. ‘You heard the man! Get up, Mister!'  
Sean gave his friend a slight shove towards the prostrate lion and then wandered of to join  
their friends, who had settled down around the table. As the stallion obediently trotted to-  
wards Kyle, Sean fished a beer from the cooler, watching his friend as he climbed onto the  
table. With a resigned snort, Laz straddled the large feline, slowly lowering himself onto his  
hips. Whining softly, the stud felt the lions pointy shaft push through his well-lubricated ring,  
the tiny barbs tickling his sensitive flesh. Kyle let out a satisfied growl, stretching his legs and  
curling his toes as he felt the equines soft insides grip his lionhood, his strong claws slipping  
from their sheaths almost on their own volition. As their friends watched and casually sipped  
their beers, Laz sat down on the big cat's groin, the lions member penetrating him deep, his  
barbs tickling against is prostate. Closing his eyes, the stallion began to rock back and forth,  
wanting nothing more than to reach around and stroke himself. But the cuffs kept his arms  
securely behind his back, his muscles moving smoothly but futilely beneath his sweat-damp  
fur as he tested the strength of his bond. Kyle sprawled out bonelessly, as only cats can do,  
content in letting Laz do the work. Occasionally, he would reach for his beer, taking a long  
sip while he purred with the feeling of the stallion riding his dick. By the looks of it, the big  
cat certainly had more self control than they had given him credit for before; Sean could only  
whistle in respect as the muscular lion remained motionless, only his feet treating air now and  
again as the stallion seemed to stimulate an especially sensitive area of his dick. Laz could  
only moan as the barbed length pressed against his gland, tickling him in places that drove  
him crazy with the need to cum. But instead of pawing himself off, he could only watch his  
mates lazily stroke their length as they enjoyed the show ... or watch the lion beneath him  
pant with the pleasure he was giving him ... or watch his painfully hard stallionhood drip  
thick seed into the golden fur of the big cat's chest. Tail docked high, the stud rolled is hips,  
his legs by now too shaky to do much else. His heavy balls - throbbing dully with the need to  
cum - brushed teasingly through the short fur of Kyles stomach, causing the lust-crazed stud  
to ride the lions dick ever more frantically. The others cheered him on as they watched the  
stallion's shaft jerk hard each time he impaled himself on Kyles manhood. After what seemed  
like an eternity, Laz could feel the lion shudder beneath him, his thick member jerking hard as  
his nuts drew up in his sac. With an ear-shattering roar, Kyle suddenly woke from his lazy  
reverie, hunching over and grabbing the startled Laz by the shoulders. With a quick twist of  
his muscular frame, the lion threw the surprised stallion backwards onto the table, somehow  
managing to roll around and position himself between the neighing studs spread legs in one  
smooth motion. Without his barbed dick slipping form the stud's warm hole or even missing a  
stroke, the big feline rammed his twitching member deep into Laz rear, just as he began to  
cum. Accompanied by the cat-calls of their friends Kyle held the sweating stallion down, one  
strong paw on the other male's chest to press him against wood while the other grabbed the  
stallions ankle, holding his leg up to allow the cat to thrust even deeper. Growling and snort-  
ing, the muscular lion kept up his pace, delivering a strong jet of seed with each forceful  
thrust. Shaking in the throws of his orgasm, the lion nonetheless mustered enough control to  
pull his dick almost all the way out before ramming it back into the stallion's tight insides  
until even the soft fuzz of his sheath pressed past the horses twitching ring. Only when his  
orgasm had died down to a gentle trickle, did Kyle slow down. Visibly pleased with himself, a  
smug smirk playing around his muzzle, the big lion gave a few last, slow thrusts for good  
measure before finally pulling out. Panting in his afterglow, the lion snatched a beer from  
Tom, and turned back to the exhausted, nodding down towards his dripping lionhood with a  
grin ‘You not planning to clean that?'  
Laz gave an exasperate sigh and struggled to get his hooves sorted out beneath him. His arms  
still secured behind his back, the stallion swung his legs over the edge of the table and some-  
what shakily lowered himself to his knees in front of the purring lion. Visibly enjoying him-  
self, Kyle tore open his can and took a broad stance, letting his shaft and balls dangle between  
his spread legs for all to see. Nickering, Laz shuffled closer until he had big cat's semi-erect  
lionhood within easy reach. With a last wistful glance down to his own untouched erection, he  
tilted his head to nuzzle alongside the rough fur flanking the lion's groin. His soft nose  
pressed into the musky pubic fur of his friend, Laz lapped up the mixture of seed and sweat.  
Bit by bit, the panting stallion worked his way around the felines round testicles, his tongue  
rasping gently along the short fur on the back of Kyle's sac before trailing up his short sheath.  
The lion's length resting hot against his cheek, he nuzzled around the soft skin of his friends  
sheath before finally lapping the felines spent member into his muzzle again. Sucking lightly,  
he let it slip free again the next moment, instead twisting and turning his head to lick along the  
lion's dangling length from all sides. With a finally leisurely lap along the underside of Kyle's  
shaft, Laz let his friend's member fall back to hang flaccidly against the lions muscular thighs.  
Snorting against the big cat's groin, the horse looked up, a you-done-yet look on his face.  
Purring, the big cat tensed his retractor muscle and pulled his spend member back into the  
sand-coloured cover of his sheath. Setting his beer aside, the feline quickly crouched down  
besides his friend and untied the rope holding the stallion's wrists together. When his broad  
muzzle was level with Laz' ear, the lion quickly glanced around to check if the others were  
watching. Content that he was not overheard, he whispered: ‘I hope I wasn't to rough on ya,  
mate. Sorry if I overdid things ... No hard feelings, ok?' Shooting the stallion a slightly guilty  
look, Kyle made quick business with the knot. Laying an arm around the sweating stud's  
shoulder, he helped his friend to his feet again, giving him a small, apologetic squeeze. Laz  
half-heartedly scowled at the lion, but found that he could not honestly be mad at his friend.  
Trying to hide the smile that was attempting to sneak onto his muzzle, the stallion rolled his  
eyes and grumbled something unintelligible under his breath. Finally he relented and shot the  
lion a quick smile. Trotting over towards the couch, he gave the big cat a reassuring pad on  
the shoulder, matter-of-factly snatching the beer from Kyle's paw as he went. Still panting  
from exhaustion, his painfully hard dick a constant reminder of his frustrated arousal, Laz  
threw himself down onto the couch besides his dark-furred lover. Smiling, Sean leaned for-  
ward and grabbed the esky where they had kept their beer cold. Without much ado, he picked  
it up and poured the mixture of ice and water across the stallion's nether regions, causing the  
poor fellow to whinny out in shock. ‘Sorry, mate ... figured you needed something to cool  
you down. No way of getting that cock ring off of ya otherwise ...' Laz glowered back at his  
friend, still gasping with the cold as the ice melted on his hot genitals. But admittedly, Sean  
had been right what his erection was concerned: Shivering, Laz could feel his member sag  
slightly. Tom chuckled and padded his fellow equine on the shoulder, setting a cool six-pack  
down between the stallion's legs with his other hoof. Laz grunted, but the soothing cold was  
not entirely unpleasant against his sore package. He ripped one of the cans off for himself and  
then lay back into the cushions, glad to finally get a bit of rest, his bowels feeling full with the  
other males' seed. He was constantly aware of his hot dick pulsing against the cold metal of  
the cans, but bit by bit he could feel his erection ease down until his sore dick lay limply  
against his thigh. After what felt like forever, Laz finally felt the ring slip from around his  
flaccid member. With a snort, he reached down and freed first his aching nuts and then his  
semi-soft member from the cursed contraption, dried pre and seed flaking from his messy fur  
in the process. Giving a rather un-horse like growl, he threw it at Sean who had watched him  
with a lewd grin. ‘Just so you know: you are the biggest fucking bastard I know!'  
‘I do try my best ...' Sean kept on grinning, raising his beer to toast towards his grumbling  
friend. ‘Here's to you, mate!' The others joined in the toast, smiling over at the stallion as  
they raised their cans.  
Slowly, an exhausted but content silence settled over the group of friends, now and again bro-  
ken by a soft rumble or a brief exchange of conversation, predictably revolving largely around  
subjects below the waistline. None of them had bothered to get dressed again, not really see-  
ing the need for decency after what they had just gotten up to. Sprawled out on the couch and  
in the hay, they began to nod off one by one, the rain still drumming out its monotone staccato  
on the slat roof. Before long, Kyle was snoring audibly, and Tom had curled up in the hay.  
Purring softly, Sean trotted over to pick up some rough horse blankets and threw them at their  
friends. When their friends were peacefully snoring around them, Sean sauntered back to his  
friend who was still sprawled out on the couch, his member only halfway back in his sheath.  
Purring softly, the dark-furred cat leaned onto the worn fabric of the couches backrest. Idly,  
he reached down and stroked his furry knuckles gently along the stallion's heavy orbs. ‘You  
are not quite done yet, mate.' Grinning, he saw the stallions eyes fly open in alarm, looking  
first at the feline, then darting down to his sore balls. ‘Common, man! I'm sore!'  
‘That my be, but I intent to use that ass of yours, too ...' Chuffing, the tom vaulted over the  
back of he couch and rolled in behind his friend, his warm body pressing against the stallions  
sweaty back. ‘...and as far as I remember, I did promise to let ya cum, if you played along  
nicely ...' The cat smiled and licked along the stud's cheek, his cold nose nuzzling along his  
mate's jaw line. Laz ears had perked up at the mention of him finally getting to cum. Chur-  
ring, he pressed back against the felines warm body, the tom's member already stirring again.  
Sean pressed his fuzzy sheath against the stallion's rear, only gently rolling his hips as he felt  
his shaft slip smoothly from it's furry covering. The stallion felt blood surge into his sore  
member again, bringing him back to full erection in no time. The feline nibbled along his  
equine friend's neck, his rough tongue licking across the bruised skin where Tom and Niko  
had held onto him in their mating frenzy. The tom held still as he savoured the feeling of his  
hard length slowly sliding into the stallion's warm embrace, gently reaching around to wrap  
his paw around Laz erect member. The stud moaned out, pressing back against his feline  
lover's chest, his manhood twitching in the cat's tender caress. Before long, Sean's swelling  
knot nudged against his ring, easily slipping in to rest firmly against the stallion's painfully  
hard prostate, throbbing gently with the cat's heartbeat. Laz turned his head towards the fe-  
line's broad muzzle rubbing against the nap of his neck. Purring softly the tom sought Laz‘  
lips, his tongue slipping in to wrap around the stud's own. Locked in their kiss, Sean gently  
stroked his soft paw-pads along the stallion's slick length, feeling his friend shiver against  
him. The cat's tail curled up between their legs to brush lightly along the horse's heavy balls,  
making the other male moan in lust. Spooned against his mate, the tom kissed him deeply  
while he thrust slow and evenly. Laz felt the felines knot rub across his gland, slowly driving  
him closer to release. Sean's paw traced lightly from base to tip, stopping briefly to run a teas-  
ing thumb pad along the edge of the stallions flare. Sweaty bodies rubbing against one an-  
other, the two males grunted in unison, Sean's barbs beginning to flare and tickle against the  
stallion's velvety insides. The tom's breathing quickened, his thrusting becoming less rhyth-  
mic as his paw sped up on the Laz member. The stallion docked his tail even higher as he felt  
Seans fuzzy sheath brush against his ring, sliding his strong tongue deep into his mate's eager  
muzzle. Already the stud could feel his balls begin to jerk in his sac, sending small spurts of  
seed through his dick even before the waves of orgasm washed over him. The feline broke his  
kiss, instinctively seeking a mating hold. Laz could feel is friend's jaws close around his neck,  
his ivory fangs pressing gently against his skin. A moment later, the tom tightened the grip  
around the stallion's chest, pulling him close as he hilted his twitching member in the neigh-  
ing stallion's rear. All muscles tense, Sean froze for a split second, only his dick twitching  
hard as he went over the edge. His muffled howl mingling with the stallion's whinny, Laz felt  
his own nuts draw up, ready to release his penned-up need. Stars dancing in front of his eyes,  
the stallion felt his long-awaited orgasm wash over him. His cock slapped hard against his  
messy stomach-fur, sending a spray of sticky seed across his chest and muzzle. Through the  
buzz of blood rushing through his ears, Laz could hear his feline lover moan behind him. The  
tom had recovered from the first on slaughter of his orgasm and was humping frantically into  
his friend's tight tail hole, holding the equine down with an arm locked around his chest and  
his jaws clamped around his neck. Laz writhed helplessly in his lover's arms, wave after wave  
of pleasure coursing over him, through him as the feline stroked his member slow but firm.  
After long moments, Sean slowed down, only rolling his hips gently against is lover's rear  
while tracing his finger-pads along the stallions spend member. Laz nickered in bliss, vaguely  
aware of his friend slumping against his back, the cat's spend member still twitching softly  
inside his warm hole. With a last drawn-out groan, the stallion felt his dick heave for one last  
time, sending another shot of seed against his panting muzzle. Totally spent, he went limp in  
the felines strong arms, snuggling up against his lover as his stallionhood slowly fell against  
his stomach. Panting hard, Sean hugged his lover close to his chest, once more gently kissing  
along the stud's sweaty neck. For long moments, they basked in their joined afterglow,  
pressed close together, Sean's member still buried deep in the stallion's tight hole, twitching  
gently in the aftermath of his climax. Purring softly, the feline rested his muzzle on his friends  
shoulder, rubbing his check lovingly against the horses neck while his paw gently stroked  
through the messy fur of Laz' chest.  
‘You know, I had a look at your cards while the guys were busy with you ...'  
‘Did you now?'  
The feline nodded, licking his friend's cheek. ‘Yup ... and last time I checked, four aces beat  
a Full House ....'  
‘Really?! Well, I never was much good at poker ...' The stallion turned his head, and gently  
kissed his lover on the lips.

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