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In the gym, they trained like warriors. Grunts of exertion and pain growing louder as they fought for every last inch, and then their voices would explode into triumphant roars or defeated gasps; there were no in-betweens, no silvers or bronzes among them. Then the iron plates plummeted, bouncing on the padded floors.

Kyle admired them from the front desk. He was thin and the smooth curves of muscle gave his naked body a graceful and delicate look; they, on the other hand, were like the face of a mountain with jagged curves and deep cracks that their veins scaled over.

"You look like you're having fun," One of them said, approaching him, and Kyle smiled. They barely ever noticed him over here. "Wanna spot me?" Glancing over his muscle-wrapped chest, hidden by his shirt, Kyle doubted he would be much use to the Orca.

"C'mon. We'll get some training in for ya," he winked playfully.

"What about the others?"

"The others? Most of them are leaving."

They were shuffling out with their bags in hand, Kyle noticed. They were probably all going to the gym down the street for the free shakes. "Alright..."

Kyle sweated heavily under his shirt, having been trained to the extreme. The Orca was named Leon, and Leon planned on benching an ungodly weight. Kyle stood over him with his hands wrapped around the bar. Leon's grunts shot hot air up into his face as long cords of muscle bulged in his forearms, holding the bar in a death grip. A two hundred and sixty pound bench -- twice Kyle's weight - was in his hands. His elbows locked and the weight came down and started to ascend for the final rep.

His veins bulging, his teeth clenching, his whole body fought against the bar, but he slowed then stopped. The bar hung in the air and his struggled and gasped. The veins in his head blowing up as his eyes glared at the bar. It started to sink and and Kyle pulled lightly on it and the bar continued to climb. At the top, Leon elbows locked and he cried out in triumph, Kyle guiding the bar back into the catch.

He rolled up to a sitting position on the edge of the bench. "Fuck yeah," He roared and tore off his shirt and stood. His smooth black and white flesh had long trails of veins across his shoulders and chest that branched out, and he flexed in the mirror, the ripples of muscle jutting out and shifting around. "What do ya think?"

"I - uh - It's impressive. Better than me."

"Don't cut yourself short. C'mon, take off your shirt and show me those muscles," he bellowed in the empty gym. Kyle laughed pulling off his sweat-soaked shirt and posed next to the Greek god in shorts.

"We all start small." Kyle suppressed a gasp as Leon's smooth hands brush his naked pecs, right on the nipple. Kyle stood there, letting him get closer. "Yeah in a year or two you'll be pushin' over your body weight. Easy."

"I doubt that."

"It'll happen. But right now, we just gotta get laid."

"Huh?"

"I'm a bouncer up at Club 69. Come by and I'll find you someone."

"Alright, sounds like a plan."

Kyle slipped into the shower of the locker room, and when he emerged, he found that Leon had left. He knew what he was going to do tonight. Fuck and hard!

Kyle heard the muffled bass of the night club, just a half block away, and the steady pounding guided him to the brick warehouse. Leon spotted him standing in line and waved him over. The others in line glared at his back as he passed.

He followed Leon down the alleyway where there was a small door with a swipe-card reader. Leon flicked his card over it. They stepped into a sterile-looking security room lit by four florescent panels in the ceiling that hung over a steel table in the center. As soon as the door thudded shut the bass went silent and only the soft hum of the computer on the nearby desk could be heard.

"Sound proof?"

"Yep. Never know what's gonna happen in a security room."

"What's the duct-tape for?" Kyle asked as picked it up off the table.

"You."

The palm came down hard on Kyle's back, pinning his torso on the table, and he struggled. "Stop! What the hell are you doing!" Leon crawled on top of him, pinning him down with two hundred pounds of muscle. Kyle huffed for air as Leon yanked a long strip of the tape. He caught one of Kyle's wrists, and twisted it back. Leon wrapped it in tape, and then he caught the other wrist and did the same.

"Stop, please!" Kyle begged.

Leon grasped his shoulders, dragging him across the steel table as Kyle kicked wildly. Leon calmly grabbed each one, bared his ankles and bound them on by one.

"Someone help!" Kyle struggled against the bindings as Leon strutted up from the side of his vision. He pulled two short pieces of tape, both equal in size, and made a small patch. He pressed it against Kyle's lips, sealing them instantly.

"It's a long shift, and my friends need the entertainment of a warm hole."

Friends? Warm hole?! Kyle cried out into the tape, thrashing.

"Don't worry. I'll help you out," his heavy footsteps carried him to the desk. In the corner of his eye, Kyle watched as he withdrew a long tube from the drawer. Leon's massive hands grasped both sides of Kyle and rolled him roughly on to his back. He sat the lube on the table before he came to stand over him, again.

Kyle looked up. He could see the massive bulge filling Leon's jeans. "Yeah, treating you like my slut is getting me hard." He said, "Bet you wanna see a thick Orca dick?"

Kyle shook his head.

"Too bad." Leon's hands went to his belt, quickly unbuckling it, and with one smooth pull he tossed it across the room. He pressed his crotch into Kyle's face, feeling him drawing his scent through the denim, a hint of what was coming. Pulling back so Kyle could see, his fingers went to his jeans and popped the copper button out while his other hand pushed down the golden zipper.

Kyle's eyes went wide. The musky scent of an Orca slapped him in the face, and again as Leon ripped open both sides of his jeans. The jeans collapsed down to his ankles and revealed a black jockstrap. It was nearly tearing from the sheer girth of the dick inside it.

Kicking his jeans away, Leon shoved his crotch against Kyle's face, making sure his balls rolled over nose, and he growled as the air rushed past his nuts. The scent was intoxicating and Kyle's eyes looked over the muscular thighs, drawing in more of his scent. He was straight, but the smell was so good...

"Your such a needy little slut." A large hand slid over Kyle's t-shirt, dipping below his pants. Beneath the fabric, the hand cupped his balls and cock. The warm, smooth touch rolled around him, and tickled his taint. "You got a nice pair. Let's get a look see."

Kyle gasped into his jock, sucking down the sweaty scent, as the hand ripped from his pants. Both of Leon's hands worked his crotch, one stroking and fondling him as the other unzipped. Kyle squirmed as Leon revealed his boxers.

"Easy slut," Leon grasped his balls, tightening his grip, and Kyle shuddered at the sensation. "Stop moving."

Leon hooked both sides of his boxers, then shoved them down around Kyle's thighs. With his cock and balls exposed, he whimpered lightly to the Orca. Leaning forward, Leon took him into his mouth, and Kyle's back arched at the sudden heat. The wet slurps were loud and lustful and a warm hand tickled his balls with the smooth tips of his fingers. He grew bigger in his mouth, harder by the second. Spit ran down his length in rivers. He panted wildly, and drank in the scent of the Orca's huge balls. All his brain cared about was the mouth slurping his dick like a god damn straw.

Leon's lips left his cock-tip with a slow slurp. "Damn, you aren't bad." The big hand grasped him and gave a single, teasing jerk that made Kyle grunt.

Leon's hands hooked under the waist-strap of his jock, lightly tugging them down much to Kyle's horror. The thick bulge pressed against the top of the strap before his blunt tip popped out, and then he slid the jock to his thigh.

It was as thick as Kyle's wrist with smooth black skin that ran along its incredible length. The heavy weight came down limply on his face, right on the side of his nose. He could feel his excited heart-beat in it, and he could see the branching veins that splintered off from the base of his cock. "See that?" Leon laughed. "It's gonna all go in your ass." Leon wrapped his fingers around his dick and slapped him in the face a few times. "And you'll learn to love being wrapped around all twelve inches of Orca."

Twelve... Kyle's eyes widened.

Slipping up his jock, Leon rolled him on his stomach and walked over to the steel door. He gave it a hard knock and three guys stepped in, all wearing masks, and Leon introduced them: A Doberman named Dominic, a Stallion named Fin, and a Buck named Rick.

Leon walked around the table, disappearing behind him. "Look at this plump piece of ass." He slapped a cheek, and Rick stepped over to take a handful.

Fin walked up to him, cupping Kyle's chin. "I think we can remove this tape." Fin tore it off and Dominic grinned, adding: "I wanna hear him moan like a slut."

Kyle gasped as he felt a furred finger searching his ass. It was promptly yanked away.

"Hey, I found him first so I get first dibs on his asshole, Rick." Leon growled.

Kyle heard the snap of a lid, and then shivered as the cold lube dripped then streamed on to his upturned ass. The warm fingers began to play in his crack, slipping along, and they found his hole quickly. It was circled slowly by his wide index finger.

"I'm straight!"

"Unzip, Fin." Dominic growled, grabbing Kyle by his chin.

Fin unbuttoned his pants, and slid them down around his thighs. The bitter musk of a stallion was stronger than Leon's, and Kyle fought to not breathe it down.

Dominic shoved Kyle's face between the Stallion's legs, ramming his face right into a huge pair of Stallion nuts. "Lick it!"

Kyle turned away. Dominic shook him violently and twisted his head towards Fin. "Lick. It." His tone was dark.

Kyle's tongue ran along the smooth ridges of the stallion's orbs, getting a snort of approval, and he found the salty taste not bad. He swirled his tongue and slowly explored Fin, growing use to his powerful scent. He gasped as a finger plunged into this ass.

Leon swirled his digit inside him. _Pop!_He pulled it out and watched his asshole seal up.

"Aw, he was about to suck my cock!" Fin bitched.

"No, I--" Kyle spoke.

"Shut it, fucker." Leon shoved his finger back into Kyle's depth, into the warm, squirming, slick hole and started pumping his finger steadily.

"He's mine, Fin. I get to wreck his ass first."

The finger paused as it found his prostate, and started circling it.

Rick, kneeling down, grabbed one of Kyle's ears and whispered: "Look at you... so needy -- you need a big dick in you, don't you? I'll give you a creamy load after the others. Make you drink it down."

Kyle moaned as the finger flickered over his prostate.

"And you're lucky that we all wanna fuck an undeserving piece of shit like you." Rick let go.

Kyle was dripping from the stimulation.

"Dude, Leon - Let's see if he can take both our fingers."

"Alright yours first."

A fat stallion finger dived into Kyle's ass, causing him to moan.

"Look at that fag." Dominic growled.

"One we're gonna breed for the money," Fin added rolling his finger around.

"Get out of me!" Kyle squirmed.

Fin's hand came down to pin him, "Guess he's loose enough to talk." and a second finger started to spread his hole. He groaned in protest, and they both started to pump their fingers at an uneven rate, forcing him to open more.

Rick grabbed his head, and nibbled lightly on his ear. "Maybe I'll take you in my asshole--"

"Fin. Push there."

Fin laughed at Kyle's moans, and Rick continued. "--my hole will milk every last drop and then I'll shove my length in your throat and shoot."

Both fingers probing his ass withdrew with a wet slurp.

"Let's see this bitch scream." Leon's cock slipped between his cheeks, and he clamped his black and white hand down on his ass. The wet lube covered his cock with a wet oily sheen, and he bucked along the smooth crack. "Mmph. Fuck yeah."

"Look at this slut," Fin climbed up on top of him, straddling his middle back, and both his hands clamped down on Kyle's cheeks. The air rushed through his lubed crack as he was spread.

Leon slapped his tip on the entrance a few times then he speared into him. The pain he felt melted into a raw pleasure. Leon grabbed his waist and fed his aching, needy hole. It twitched around him, pushing him back, as Kyle's body tried to reject him. Leon was patient. He'd rock his hips in all directions, slowly breaking his defenses, and Kyle would squirm and gasp and puff. The Orca was skilled at fucking and showed it to Kyle by making him submit.

Leon pushed the last few inches of his rod into Kyle, then withdrew completely. He teased him like this a few times and every time left Kyle crying. He finally started to buck his hips forward, deeper.

"Fuck man," Fin growled, the zipper and button of his pants threatening to pop off.

Leon pulled back, grabbing his dick, and guided it down into Kyle's prostate. The cock made him shudder, and he felt a heavy weight on his hands. The medial ring under his shaft rubbed his open palms and he stroked the flaccid, but hardening, horse-dick.

Kyle's attention was pulled back to Leon as he climbed up and placing his heavy palms on Kyle's upper back. "Take my load you slut." His cock jammed down on his prostate causing Kyle to ache between his legs and moan for release. This made him go faster, the whole table jumping with the thrusts, and the noises coming from Kyle's lips rose and fell with the vicious fucking.

Leon cried out with his orgasm, shooting deep. "Fill that ass." Fin cheered. Kyle's insides were coated with sticky Orca seed, and Leon clenched to save his final shot of cum, and pulled out. He painted the pink hole white. Fin groaned at the display, and Leon scooped up enough cum dripping from Kyle's taint to offer up to Fin.

Fin licked his finger, "My turn!"

Leon stepped away, leaning against the wall, and he smirked at Kyle as Fin took up position.

"Dude, you wrecked him," Fin stuck his finger into Leon with a wet squish, "Oh yeah."

Kyle heard the two thuds and a hot breath blew over his ass. The following wet noises were drowned out by the sound of Kyle moaning. Something flat and powerful was worming around inside of him, and he glanced behind, groaning uncontrollably, and saw the closed eyes of the stallion just over his ass. He went deeper with his tongue, almost as if he was kissing his first love.

"You look stupid." Dominic growled.

Fin stood and slapped his cock along Kyle's ass. "Not compared to you."

Kyle spread easy for Fin and he grasped his sides. His long cock slid in and Kyle gasped as the soft brown fur rubbed his ass. Fin gently rocked his hips. "You like that?"

Kyle moaned. The medial ring was running right over his prostate.

Fin's massive cum-slicked hand grasped Kyle's hair, and he went off. The bristles of fur muffled the clap of ass to thighs, and Fin snorted over Kyle's cries of pain. Kyle weakly squeezed the invading cock, and that only made him go faster. He was being fucked like a wet mare.

"Oh, fuck. Oh, FUCK." The table slid a few inches with each violent thrust. Fin yanked out his long dick, now covered in slick Orca cum. "Roll him over." He said, throwing off his pants.

Six palms guided him on his back. Before Fin plunged inside his battered hole, and Kyle was lifted up and speared down on it. He cried out, wishing he could wrap his hand around Fin's shoulders.

Fin shoved him up against the wall."You wanna be bred, mare?" Fin roared then started fucking.

Kyle was loose but not that loose, and he cried and moaned in pleasure.

"Fuck, I'm gonna blow!" Fin cried. His cock shuddered and shot long strings of cum, but it ran down his shaft, wetly splattering against the floor. Kyle was filled and the pressure built up until his ass gushed with horse and Orca jizz.

Dominic shook his head, "Fuck this. That's too gross." He stepped out the door.

Fin pulled out and let him slid down the wall into the cum-covered floor. "Good lil' slut." He purred wiping his dick off in Kyle's hair.

The buck strutted over, having already stripped down, and he had a pair of Scissors. "Now, I have you to myself." He whispered, kneeling at his side, and cutting Kyle's hand free.

"Hold me down, and take me raw." Rick whispered, stroking Kyle. "Force me to be yours and I'll take your load."

Kyle had his ass violated by two big males, and now the third wanted him to do it back. He was so fucking horny that he didn't care about what happened. It was like something inside him snapped.

Kyle grasped his wrists. "Like that?"

"Yes, but squeeze harder. I'm your bitch or maybe I'll find a better buck to breed me."

Kyle squeezed until he cried out and then pinned him against the ground. The buck closed his thighs, but Kyle forced his way through.

"No, please--"

Kyle slapped the buck with his palm, and then backhanded him. He was going to get his revenge. Grasping his cock, he split the buck in two and he cried out, trying to push Kyle away. He caught his hand and held it down against the floor. He didn't give him time to relax around him. He just went full force.

It didn't take much for him to mark the buck as his. The whimpering bitch beneath him had bitten off more than he could chew, and pulling out, Kyle grasped the bucks maw, forcing it open. "Bite and I'll fucking beat the shit out of you." He plunged his softening cock into his mouth and forced the maw to close around it. He pulled his clean dick from between the buck's lips.

A wolf walked in a second later, "Don't you think that was a bit rough?" He said as the door shut behind him.

"What?" Kyle's hands grasped the scissors. "They raped me. I deserved this!"

"Raped you?" The wolf furrowed his brow. "You paid for this, didn't you?"

"What? No!"

The wolf yanked a walkie-talkie out of his back-pocket. "Leon. I think you got the wrong guy."

"What?" Leon said, flatly.

"I want the police to arrest him and all of them," Kyle yelled.

"They're my best people. Look, please, there's gotta be something we can work out."

Kyle paused, a wicked smile appearing. "Actually..."