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The Ark was the sort of club that Vincient had been told about since the time he had been in junior high and onwards as a place where most of the older kids tended to go once they were old enough to get past the barn man. It was set off the strip in a section of town that the hybrid was rarely allowed visiting unless he was with an adult. The strip consisted of a mostly large set of bars, strip clubs, and stores that were better left to their own devices. They kept it strictly outside of city limits where the city council could pretend they would never let anything like that within their beloved city and people could still patronage them. The one that stood out from all of them was the Ark, a towering monstrosity that was created from an old barge that rode the water and was split into two levels to allow for patronage to be spread through the building. It was also the only one that cared little if its clientele were twenty one or over.

The dingo-tiger hybrid had spent a good portion of his life being told to avoid places like this, remonstrated that they would only lead him into trouble, even when he'd been in high school and his friends had crowded here to drink or hang out, he had stayed at home. It had chafed at him to hear the stories they told, the nights where they had strippers or the nights they rented out the lower level rooms. It had filled him with jealousy, as well as fueling his mind as to what happened there. He had been forced to live with small blips and hints as to what happened there, as well as his own fevered imagination. The last part had become a rather favorite fantasy of his when the dinger was falling asleep at night, especially certain commentary about the ones that ran the place. It wasn't surprising that once he graduated high school he had taken his newly minted college ID to the bar to see what the fuss was about.

_It's not exactly everything that they told me it would be. _ He thought with a flick of his brushy tail back and forth, the red stripes fluffing out with the movement.

The music that rang in his ears was a mixture of industrial and techno, grinding and upbeat all at once as he found himself near the edge of a crush of people. The upper levels that he had been let into were considered the common area to anyone that had the five dollar cover to get in. The DJ booth was against one wall, the dark lighting offset with trails of blue and purple as a large rhino was providing the music, his horn ringed with glow bands that made him look ethereal. The bar was in the middle of the club, right in the heart of the dance floor so that anyone looking for a drink had to go through the gyrating crowd. He felt as if he were being lost in the heart of them as he pushed his way through most of the people and did his best not to end up shoved against some random fur. It was easier said than done.

There were males dancing, several of them on stage with little more than tight thongs cover themselves, a few females mingled in the crowd in the same outfits, small white bow ties wrapped around their throats. Neither sex wore tops as they carried trays or offered dances. There was no real stripping, to which he found a pang of disappointed embarrassment, they simply seemed comfortable without clothing and added a far more sexual theme to the club in general. There were no signs of anyone doing anything more than he had seen in regular bars. He had built the place up as if he were stepping into Caligula's Den, but it turned more into a low key soft strip club than anything else. He couldn't stop a feel of bitter disappointment as he got to the bar unscathed. He had to wriggle past a few people, nearly falling on his face before he managed to scrabble into a bar stool.

If I had known that this was all it was, I wouldn't have felt so cheated. He thought ruefully and glanced at the limber feline behind the bar. He had hoped tonight would be the first night he truly began to wriggle free of the sheltered life his parents had given him, instead, he was likely going to end up managing a drink or two and then ducking out. Not unless I want to pay over fifty bucks to go to the lower levels that is.

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Rafael enjoyed the club he and his brother had built together, the Ark was a source of endless enjoyment for him long after his younger sibling had begun to run things from the comfort of an office. The bull flicked his tongue out to brush the heavy golden nose ring that pierced his dark padded nose, rolling it a touch as he took a sip of his dark sweet beer. The noise and music were lovely, the crowd so filled that he had no doubts that they would be forced to bar entrance in the near future. The lower portion of the club had already reached the point that they could no longer let anyone in, and there was good reason for that. The private rooms and network of halls could only hold forty to fifty at any given time, though they could legally put a hundred and fifty people down there, most males didn't enjoy sharing when they were bringing someone here to impress. He snorted with amusement and set his beer down, letting his eyes follow on particular patron that made his way through the bar.

It had been well over a decade since he had stopped fighting in the rings of Spain. He had been a Fighting Bull, one of the great creatures that would don only their fur and challenge smaller creatures to battle. It was considered barbaric and cruel, little more than a gladiator style ring that promoted a sport of death and blood. In America they looked upon him with pity, as if he were a creature molded by lies and hatred, not what he was. He had known what he was doing and he had done it well, amassing enough money to retire to the states where he could afford to entertain himself and relax. The small quiet town had been ideal given that his brother had long since settled here, it allowed him a place to start from, a place he had begun to enjoy a great deal. Especially considering the amount of fresh new faces that slipped into his club.

A hybrid, one exotic enough that the Spanish bull's ears flicked up with interest as he saw the fiery red striping along the line of the back and brush of the tail. The build was strong and lean, an athlete perhaps? Not as heavily muscled or as broad as he was, but few creatures were a match for him, not when he still kept himself in his fighting trim. This one reminded him of the bull fighters, the sort that were lean and muscular, that claimed to dance with those that battled. He knew, intimately, what those broad shoulders would feel like beneath his hands. The memory stirred him, bringing his notched ears up to either side of his head, nostrils flaring wide to draw in a steadying breath for himself. The pale white stomach and chest were a beacon to him as the youngster made his way to the bar with disappointment in his eyes. There was something in the way he held himself, the glances cast around the room that had Rafael rumbling softly beneath his throat. He was looking for something, then again, all those that came here were looking for something.

_How nice for him to wear only an unbuttoned shirt, perhaps he's using it as an invitation. _ Rafael let out a laugh under his breath.

He had always been partial to hybrids, they were something that drew him with an intense interest that few of the pure bloods could give him. They were exotic, true, and their looks varied wildly unless one spoke of mules or wolf-dogs, the mingling of canine and feline on the young man had him slipping from his stool so he could watch the approach to the bar. There was also the matter of fertility. Ever since the more extreme hybrids had come to life, carefully helped to be bred through science, they had proven themselves to be deliciously fertile creatures. Oh, not simply a male with a female, it went far deeper than that. Whatever fertility treatments were used to create the exotic mixes lingered in their offspring, often enough so that a male could carry young. Rare, but the idea of it always brought the bull's ears up. He had no interest in the opposite sex, but that didn't mean he was immune to the desire to leave offspring in the world and the risk with an exotic, convincing one to allow him to sink in bare, the idea of their hearts pounding as days passed, waiting to see if they had gotten away with it.

I wonder how they tell? Is there a test or must they simply wait? _ He tilted his head and watched the red striped dinger stop at the bar and try to get the attention of the bartender. _Perhaps one day I'll ask...

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"Querido, what are you doing here all alone?" A rich accented voice took Vincient by surprise, nearly making him jump as a broad white and red speckled hand moved to lie flat on the bar beside him.

"Pardon?" The dinger rolled his stool around to find himself nearly nose to nose with a large bovine looming over him.

He nearly folded his ears flat and tucked his tail as he met the dark liquid brown eyes watching him. He nearly labeled the male a 'cow', but saying the creature was a cow was as inaccurate as saying that a dog was a wolf. There was nothing placid or gentle about the face looking down at him, or dumpy in the form of his body. He was speckled a deep rusty red color and white over a muscular body that made him feel small. He stood over six feet tall, he wasn't a small predator, but the bull topped him by a good foot and a half, and most of that came in a set of broad shoulders. The fiery colored hide was scarred right along his neck and one bare shoulder, old and ragged looking it made him flinch as he pushed his back against the bar and felt trapped under the dark brown regard. The bull wasn't a young one, he was fully an adult, at least a decade older than he was, if not more.

"Nene, did you not hear me? What are you doing here alone?" The bull murmured, the tone warm and velvety with a nearly touchable Spanish accent. "You should not come to the bar without someone to watch you, they might just mistake you for being available to steal away."

"Ah, I just was going to grab a drink, I didn't think about that." He stammered and the bull rumbled laughter, it sounded like thunder.

_Oh my god, those horns. _ He widened his eyes to see the great golden and ivory horns catching the light, nearly as long as his forearm.

He had seen bulls before, but there was something more exotic about the one in front of him. The blunt snout ended in a flat padded nose that boasted a thick brass ring that hung down easily towards his mobile lips. His ears were notched oddly along one edge and the other had a ring of piercings and light chains dangling from it all the way to the thick muscled neck. It made Vincient feel nervous as the eyes studied him, but not in a manner that one might look at a stranger, they lingered and slipped over him so intimately that he felt a hot blush rising up to his face. He couldn't stop it, he had never had an adult look at him with that particular expression on his face.

"Well, let me buy you your drink, then you will come with me, si?" It didn't sound like a question, the bull lifted his muzzle. "Timothy, you will place the drink on the house."

"You're the boss." The bartender answered and gave a mocking salute towards the bull.

The boss? Some of his tension left him, his immediate thought had been he was about to get dragged into some sort of bar fight or something similarly unpleasant, but if the bull owned the bar then perhaps he was just being friendly. It made his shoulders relax and the tension ease from him, a smalls mile appearing on his muzzle as he tried to hide the fact he had very nearly ducked under one of those arms and tried to disappear into the crowd instead of being dragged into a confrontation. He reached out to take his drink, it wasn't alcoholic, he didn't really want to press the fact he was under twenty one by trying to get a proper drink.

"Oh..OH! You're the owner." Vincient managed, finding some of his composure as the bull leaned back to allow him to take up his drink. "I'm sorry, where did you want to take me?"

"Ah, you caught my eye, mi querido, and I had hoped you might enjoy your drink somewhere quieter. It can be very crowded around the bar and you did not look as if you were inclined to join those that dance." The bull tipped his muzzle down. "I am Rafael. And yes, the owner."

"Vincient." The dinger answered automatically. "I suppose that wouldn't do any harm. I am not really into this sort of music and--"

A hand slipped around his waist, a bold hand, one that made him jerk upright in shock as the large chestnut and white bull stepped backwards, drawing him along with a hand right beneath his loose dress shirt. It was a shock to feel the thick nails brushing through his soft pelt, the way they stroked him wasn't at all unpleasant, not when they danced right along the small of his back and he found himself nearly touching nose to nose with the other male. He could pick up the faint sweet scent of beer, but mostly it was a rich mixture of wood smoke and some sort of spice, not quite a cologne, but close. It smelled like something expensive, not something one could buy on the shelf. He let out a breath, it was shivering out in a little burst as he was drawn closer, not quite against the other male, but in a way that made it obvious that the owner of the club wasn't simply buying him a drink out of good customer relations.

He wasn't....well versed in flirting, or anything that came lose to this. He had had lovers, male and female, but typically he was the one that was the aggressor, he'd never had someone attempt to come at him so boldly. There was always a bit of doubt and uncertainty in any encounter between himself and a partner, but the bull didn't look as if he lacked confidence, not when the hand curled along his back and he was given a light push towards the dancing crowd. He didn't know why, but he moved his foot paws, feeling the larger male tower over him as the dancers parted around them. He didn't have to struggle to get away, they were easily moving aside. He could have easily moved to one side and gotten away from the older male's attentions, there was no force involved at all, instead he kept moving into the darker regions of the club.

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Vincient was taken to a modest office that was entirely soundproofed from the club. It went from the pounding of the beat to utter silence, a surreal experience for anyone, but Rafael seemed to know the disorientation he would go through by passing through the doorway and took instant advantage of it. The moment the door shut behind them the bull's hand slipped around his waist again, but this time it wasn't a touch that simply ended on the small of his back. The dinger shivered and tried to turn to face the advancing bovine who pulled him in closer with a rumble that made the world feel as if it were vibrating. The broad pierced nose hung down, nearly brushing against the line of his muzzle, caressing him as the fingers spread outwards, his chest pressed up against the bull's body.

Rafael only wore a loose pale brown leather vest, one that showed his broad chest and stomach, the splashes and freckles of his markings dancing and sliding along the edges of his sides and lower belly. He felt the sleek coat against him as he nearly dropped his drink, he was surprised by the sudden grab and intrigued by the smile that teased the edges of the blunt muzzle. His cheeks flushed, the warmth rising up to the surface as one hand moved up to cup right along the underside of his chin, the blunt thick nails caressing to either side as the larger male leaned forward. The larger maw pressed forward to claim his own.

The dinger shuddered, feeling the warmth of the tongue suddenly pushing to part his lips in a stroking caress that took the breath from him. He tried to jerk back automatically, but was drawn into the kiss with a slip of warm wetness against his own tongue, the glide filling his smaller maw, the cold press of the metal ring brushed against his nose. The hand on his cheek left him, but it didn't go far, it drew the glass from his nerveless fingers and set it aside with a clink of glass on metal. His own tongue flicked out lightly, shocked by the forwardness, but delighted as the older bull sampled him with lazy caresses and strokes of the twisting tongue, working and dragging together. It took his breath away, his mind sliding towards a halt before pulling his muzzle back with a gasp, as if he were coming up for air. The laughter filled with air, not mocking or teasing, but a rich purr of enjoyment before he was released from the rusty red and white bull, allowing him to take a few steps backwards.

"Nene, are you so easily made to blush?" Rafael asked, the lips quirked up in a slow smile. "Your ears are quite red."

"I.. am not so easily embarrassed, that was just unexpected." He answered, licking his lips, tasting the bull there as he stepped further back into the office, trying to gather his thoughts.

"Do you wish me to pretend that I only wish to speak with you? We would sit and talk about the weather and the music, perhaps I would ask of your favorite band, but I promise you, mi querido, the ending would be the same." Rafael flicked his pink tongue out as he moved forward. "You will either enjoy what I am offering or you will refuse me."

He was handsome, he was dominant looking and powerful as he advanced. Vincient couldn't help himself, he had to look at the broad body and powerful form, the way the muscles rippled along his barrel chest and lower stomach. The loose vest gave him an easy look at the bare skin. The scars that dotted his body didn't take away from the appeal of him. He had had lovers his own age or younger, he was used to them, the sight of the older male put him of his normal social circle. His former lovers had all been rather innocent seeming, he had been able to be the one to take control, he was even comfortable in that position. Now he felt as if he were being stalked, the ground untenable and uneven beneath his paws as he considered the male in front of him.

It was like something out of a fantasy, forbidden and intriguing, locked away from the sound of the music of the club, out of sight. This was more what he had imagined things would be like here, not the simple music and bar that could be found everywhere. He felt a shiver of arousal and interest, it was uncurling low in his belly as he wondered just what those broad hands would feel like on his naked body. What the bull would want to do with him. There were any number of possibilities and each one of them tantalized and teased through his mind in the most delightful way imaginable. His tail flicked, the brushy length of it hitting against the desk before he drew in a steadying breath.

"And what are you offering?" He asked, his voice soft and trembling, his ears falling back against his head with a little flutter.

"You know what I'm offering, nene, do not pretend otherwise." Rafael came in close enough that Vincient was pushed back against the office desk. "Take off your shirt."

The words were accented in the most alluring way possible, the sound of them making him darken right along the line of his ears and muzzle. He swallowed, licking his lips as the bull remained close enough to touch, but didn't come any closer. The dinger moved his hands up to his loose blouse, pulling them free with a bit of a tug that slipped the loose shirt from his shoulders and let it fall down. His ass nearly pushed up against the desk as there was a rumble of approval as he bared his upper body. He knew that his striping stood out lividly once his shirt came off, the fiery markings against the rich tan coloration of his back. The bull reached up and traced them with thick finger tips, the long ears lifting up on either side of his horned head, the other hand sliding along his stomach so he shuddered in reaction, arching into the touch. He let the shirt fall to the ground and boldly reached up for the leather vest.

Rafael let him push it off the muscular shoulders, shrugging out of it with a graceful ease that belied his size. The hands wrapped down around the edge of his hips and suddenly pulled, he felt the fingers biting against his ass so the dinger yelped out in a moment of shock before he was pushed back onto the desk and the blunt muzzle dropped down. The piercing was cold as it kissed his chest, dragging through the soft fur, moving upwards in a swift line that was followed by the heat of the tongue. The dinger's paws were lifted from the ground as he was pushed backwards onto the desk, he raised them up with a cry as the warm sleek tongue pushed through his chest fur. The breath was hot and humid, rushing upwards before the broad tongue tip scraped right along the tender bud of one hidden nipple. He couldn't stop the whimper, it burst from his throat as the older male hooked fingers against the edge of his pants.

He wasn't thinking about the fact he didn't know Rafael, nor that he was in the office of a club renowned for depravity, all he was thinking was the way the tongue scraped through his chest fur, the metal brushed against him. It created the most delightful sensations that warmed his stomach, made him arch and shiver before the thick thumbs curled up and along the waistband of his pants. He felt a moment of tension as the bull loomed over him, the tongue flicking up and along his nipple again before his pants were peeled from his body in a forceful drag. He felt the band pulling roughly against him, running along the crease of his ass, the edge catching against his thickening member as they were removed. He hissed out in shock, his jaws opening with a cry when he felt his bare ass press down against the cool wood.

There was no escaping the fact that his body was entirely delighted with this idea, the need that he felt building was painfully pleasurable, spreading over the edges and making him nearly twist and arch himself. His cock bounced up against his belly, throbbing and swollen feeling as it continued to thicken, his ears burning red while one of the bull's thumbs ran up to brush right along his turgid length. He had to suck in a breath, his fingers balling into fists, one hand reaching out to grab the desk as he felt the padded thumb tip rub right up and over his glans, rubbing in circles, tracing along him. He swallowed a groaning cry of pleasure, squirming and grinding himself against the thumb.

Precum welled up from his shaft tip, it was gathered up by the tip of the thumb messily, coated over the edges and dragged downwards towards the base of the shaft as the bull let out a hot snort. The breath tickled his chest fur, he reached down with a hand and braced himself against the desk as the fingers were soon curling around him. Broad and heavy feeling, they squeezed around his cock and pumped lightly, bringing his hips upwards in the air with a bit of a twitch. He pushed into the palm of the hand, grinding forward with his hips lifting up high in the air before pulling back again, biting back a high pitched noise before one of the bull's hands moved from his hip and away.

The dinger was pushed further on the desk as he panted, his tail flicking back and forth, the precum welling out and coating the fingers as he saw that the bull was undoing his own pants. It was a slow disrobing, the dark vibrant brown eyes were fixated on him as the hand on his cock teased, the caresses dragging from his base all the way towards his tip, fingers kneading while the bull's other hand began to open up his tight black pants. It was a flash of white along the lower belly, the opening of the zipper to show the navel and further down as Rafael began to spread the pants open wider. Vincient was treated to the glimpse of dark flesh being exposed as the pants slipped down lower, the bull's hand reaching down to draw his attention to where they fingers were playing.

The heavy member was larger than his own, far larger, it made him think of his older brother and the first time he'd stolen a look at the other dinger's shaft. He knew he wasn't that badly endowed, the hefty nine inches that the male teased over was thick enough and heavy, but the day he'd seen his brother he'd realized he wasn't when compared to some other males. The hybrid sucked in a breath, remembering seeing his brother and comparing it to the length that was jutting out and resting on the rusty red colored palm. Rafael teased himself, thick enough to make Vincient blanche at the sight of it being held in the palm, at the same time his own cock was being rubbed over, the thumb swirling in circles at the tip so that he was arching and grinding, pushing into the touch with a shivery cry of pleasure.

"Roll over." Rafael rumbled, the Spanish bull giving a squeeze that brought his hips up higher in the air, one of his foot paws settling on the edge of the desk to grind. "Move, nene, I wish to see your tail lifted for me."

The dinger's eyes flashed wide as he watched that swollen cock being stroked between the bull's legs, the girth of it impressive enough to dwarf his own, in line with the sheer size of the rest of him. The bulbous tip was growing thicker, broadening by the moment, filling out while the fingers danced around the very tip, gathering up the messy spill of precum. It was gleaming along the dark red-pink flesh, strands of it sliding down and breaking from the fingers. He shuddered, barely able to imagine how it would fit him, the idea foreign and a bit frightening as he moved on the bench and licked his muzzle with a flash of a dark red tongue. The fingers slipped away from his throbbing cock as he started to move on the desk, finding it a bit more awkward as the bull was crowding over him. His hip brushed right against the bovine shaft, feeling the weight of pulling along him.

Two hands grabbed his hips and helped guide him, no, they didn't guide him, they pushed him onto his stomach against the desk, his legs and ass hanging over the edges so his paws were able to brace on the ground while the large male loomed over him. The bare cock slapped down against his ass, the weight of it grinding and rubbing right along either cheek, teasing beneath his tail as he writhed in place. His own cock hung down beneath him, precum welling up right at the tip as he writhed in place. The feel of the thick weight that sandwiched along his ass cheeks, the bare skin grinding against him made him arch and squirm in place before the slow drag backwards pulled the bare cock tip lower and lower, gliding downwards towards his pucker.

Rafael's lips curled up as the boy didn't even try to protest the fact that he wasn't wearing a condom at all or ask for one. Vincient was lost in the sensations of his body and the fact that the large male was aiming towards his vulnerable pucker, his concern about the size overriding any protest on the risk involved in having the bull go in bareback. The cold kiss of the metal ring ran against the back of his neck as the bovine leaned forward the bulbous tip drifted down to push right up against the wrinkled ring of his pucker. The precum was warm and gooey feeling, oozing out against his opening as the tip dug in close against him, nudging and pushing to make his breath catch in his throat. It was even larger pushed against him, his fingers gripped against the desk as the powerful body began to rock forward, the swollen prick bowing with the force to try and force its way into his body.

The hybrid arched and cried out, his jaws opening wide as the tip began to pry his anal ring open, the wetness pushing into his passage messily by the sheer pressure building against him. His hips were pinned down tight to the desk while the walls splayed open wider and wider, the ring swallowing around the glans that began to strain his inner body open. His walls stretched wide, aching as one of the bull's hands reached down and wrapped right around the curve of his belly. The fingers flexed and pulled him backwards with the next thrust pushing forward another few slow inches. His body was strained wide, sheathing the thick shaft that pushed the glans in and over inside of him, leaking precum freely inside of him while his walls contracted and squeezed around the shaft. He molded around it, small contractions rippled through him as the bull groaned out above him.

Vincient's cries were high pitched, his hips being forced into the air as the inches continued to push his taut ring inwards, the precum smearing through him in a messy spill that helped lubricate the passage. It ached and felt wonderful all at once as the dinger twisted and squirmed in place, Rafael's other hand gripping his hip firmly before the bull gave another powerful thrust, a few more inches glutting his body. He felt the hot breath against the nape of his neck, heard the groans before the Spanish fighting bull drew his hips backwards. The world tilted wildly, the dinger's striped form arched up and twisted as he felt the drag of heavy swollen cock flesh pulling over that spot inside of his passage that made his cock leap upwards and quiver. It was almost too pleasurable as the bull drew back nearly all the way to the tip, almost pulling free before Rafael drove forward again.

The cock sank rapidly into his body again, smoothly driving forward so that his cock wedged all the way in to the middle point before he had to work to get it inwards. The dinger snapped his jaws shut with a whimper, grinding backwards, pushing himself onto the bare shaft. Dimly he realized that he should have insisted on a condom, his parents had told him from when he was old enough to understand that he had stranger worries than pure bloods, but he didn't think of it long enough to protest. The cock drove forward harder, the force prying him open and making his legs splay out while the tip seated itself deep within his passage. His inner walls quivered and contracted, small contractions rippled through him as the thickest point of the base seated itself inside of him as a set of obscenely large balls bumped up against his smaller ones.

The grip on the base of his bushy tail was used to drag him backwards, holding him tight against the bull's loins as he twisted and arched himself. Vincient felt his cock rubbing against his lower belly, painfully hard feeling before a broad hand reached down to wrap around him. The hold making him groan and arch before the bull drew backwards, the cock dragging free with a slick noise, inch after thick inch of it pulling from him. He only pulled halfway out before the bull drove forward again, the thrust rough and powerful so that the desk rocked under the dinger who was trying to brace himself. He felt the thick hand massaging his cock, pulling and kneading, caressing around his ample shaft, using the beads of slippery wetness to lubricant the palm of his hand. He humped into the touch as the male began to thrust inside of him.

Vincient nearly bit his tongue as he cried out, feeling the way that the haunches snapped forward with a powerful stroke, driving into him all the way to the base before the slow drag backwards that pulled the girth from him. He was struggling to hold the length, the internal walls clutching and squeezing, little movements suckling along the bovine prick. The heavy thrusts worked the precum through him, he felt the mess smearing over his internal walls and pushing out over the edges by the sheer thickness of the bull's spire. It was too large, his body was struggling to hold him inside as it sawed in and out, pulling along the thick anal ring, turning into a wide O that was wrapped around the base, pushed in on itself on every thrust forward before the draw backwards.

The fingers on his cock seemed to know what they were doing as he felt the weight of the stomach and lower chest pressing against his back, he was pushed flat against the desk so that only his hips could move. He humped and tried to fuck himself into the palm that massaged and kneaded, the gentle movements delighting him and keeping him on edge as he struggled beneath the driving thrusts forward. Every movement dragged the flesh over places inside of him that made his heavy furred orbs tighten up between his legs. His face was flushed as he dug his nails into the wood of the desk and bucked himself backwards, his back struggling to arch up under the older male's weight before the drag backwards was too far, the hips rising up in the air. The cock pulled free with a lewd wet noise, the tip popping form his pucker with a spill of precum, leaving his walls quivering and spasming around nothing.

He managed a groan, his eyes opening partially before the bulbous crown kissed up against the tender opening before sinking forward. Rafael drove himself home in a smooth thrust, every last inch of the spire straining open his inner passage as his walls began to stretch and mold around him. He squeezed down, tightening with the fighting bull snorting out loudly against the line of his neck, the hot feel of it followed with a swipe of a tongue. He shudder, grinding himself backwards, feeling the larger orbs pushing up against him before the next thrust bucked him against the desk. His cock was being pumped and kneaded, the gentle movements closing around him and dragging towards the tip before going back down again. Each timed caress sending barely controlled shivers down his spine, eyes squeezed shit as the dinger forgot his concern about the bare skinned cock sinking into his unprotected body, forgot about everything except the way the turgid dark flesh massaged through him.

His ears were pounding in time with his heart beat, his body felt swollen with need and desire as he braced himself for each impact. Rafael's muscular body was used to good purpose, constantly plunging in and out as he was force fed every last inch of the shaft that bottomed out inside of him and then was being pulled out again. His cock began to flex, thickening so that the small barbs along the tip began to jut up, barbs that the fingers played over, keeping him on edge as his breathing came out in faster bursts. His tongue lolled from his jaws, his gasping breath growing as the bull groaned out, a low primal noise. The movements grew shorter, barely an inch sliding from his spread body before he was impaled once more, the orbs starting to tighten between his legs. He couldn't contain himself, he began to hump forward, thrusting his hips forward before drawing backwards again, helping to fill his passage with every last bit of heavy veined flesh that could fit inside of him.

His fingers curled down, flexing against the ground, eyes squeezing entirely shut as he sucked in a breath and then cried out, his voice letting out a ragged cry that erupted from his throat and spilled outwards. He arched his back and twisted, he squirmed and was pinned by the weight on him as his balls heaved and churned, pushing on a rush that glutted the tube running through his shaft with a rush of seed. The fingers wrapped tightly around his glans, catching on the small vestigial barbs before the first hot spray of his cum was pushed from him in a stream and onto the palm. The ropes of it coated the palm as he heard Rafael snort and groan out, the hand pumping, smearing the creamy messy over his girth, making him slick and slippery with the stream.

In the midst of his orgasm, his body began to spasm and suckle along the length of the cock that impaled his body, making the bull struggle to thrust entirely inside of him, pushing past his clutching muscles. The heavy bodied bull arched his stomach up and suddenly lunged forward, the thrust rocking the desk as the dinger's ass was pushed up into the air, his toes curling as he cried out in a high pitched ragged call. The cock swelled inside of him, bulging and spreading him just that much wider as the girth began to pulse and throb, the quivering throbs rippled down the length, he felt them building as he pushed up from the desk, his hand paws gripping tightly before the bull let out a cry. It wasn't a moan, it was a loud vibrating cry of pure pleasure as the first hot wave of seed shot out into his unprotected anal passage.

It was a hot wash, creamy and heavy as it was flung out into his body, he could feel it spilling deep into his bowels as he squeezed his eyes tightly shut. It felt so good, he'd never had anyone go unprotected inside of him, normally it was just the faint feel of the condom stretching, but now the warmth was pouring deeper hot and heavy feeling. He squeezed and pulled, the sperm-rich goo coating and clinging inside of his silky passage while he went still and shaking. He could hear his loud breathing, soft whimpers, as he was filled, he felt the large orbs heaving and twitching, pumping up more and more of the heavy cream into his passage as Rafael leaned over him panting heavily. The warm breath teased the back of his neck, tickling out lightly, the hand on his cock sliding away to grip his hips.

Vincient's mind was heavy and filled with nothing but how good it all felt, the afterglow relaxing him as the older male shifted and gave a tug. The heavy prick dragged backwards a few inches, spilling out a creamy rivulet of cum to drool down the back of his orbs as the Spanish fighting bull flicked out his tongue in a slow teasing lick along the nape of the boy's neck. He just shivered and opened his eyes, his jaws parted with each breath that came shaking from him. His cock softened under him as he tried to say something, but all he could manage was a gasp as the bull began to drag his hips away, the heavy softening girth pulling free with a lewd slurping noise that brought sticky strands of cum with it. But not all of it, most of the seed remained deep inside of his lower belly.

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Rafael's lips quirked up in a smile as his cock tip popped out finally and he was able to take a step back, his slimy cock resting between his thighs as he looked at the boy's upturned rump. The still partially spread pucker was leaking a slight spill of cum, making it look absolutely perfect in his eyes. The fiery striped back was stretched out, inviting him to run a hand down it, kneading lightly as he worked his way up towards the nape of the neck. The boy had exceeded his expectations, he had assumed he would spend hours trying to convince him to remove even a shirt, but the passion that he had been met with delighted him as well as aroused. He rubbed his other hand down along the curve of the ass cheek, running a thumb up right at the bushy base of the dinger's tail. The, hopefully, fertile dinger's tail. The thought made his lips quirk up in a smile.

Let his brother breed the females that came to this place in the hopes of quickening a ripe belly, he found himself far more intrigued at the idea of seeing this lean male's body swell with his offspring. Just the chance that right now that belly was churning with his virile seed to create offspring made his spent cock thicken slightly, but it was too soon for him to really grow roused. He admired the wet trail from the pucker as he gathered the boy up, pulling him from the desk and rumbling laughter as the hybrid was like a kitten, limp with pleasure and nearly purring at his touch. Vincient managed to stand up on shaking paws, focusing his eyes on him and flushing as if he were just now realizing what they'd done together.

"Querido, I expect you to come and visit me again." Rafael murmured softly, leaning forward to lick along one striped shoulder, seeing the ears twitch and quiver.

"Again?" Vincient asked and flicked both of his ears up.

"Oh yes, I want you to visit me again." He drawled out and flicked his tongue along one twitching ear. "I want you to visit many times."

Until I fill that belly of yours with a calf. _ He added silently to himself while the dinger bobbed his head a little nervously in agreement. Nervous, but not afraid, what boldness would be uncover in future days together? _Bless science, how lovely for them to give mixed couples offspring, how wonderful that those offspring can find their way into my hands...

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"Yes, I will." Vincient answered allowed, feeling the warm cum leaking beneath his tail, the slickness making him suck in a breath. How much was still inside of him?