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The Lineup

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Hello, everyone!

This is a sequel to Special Parole Conditions for Heru - hope you like it, and I look forward to your comments! Cheers!

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Director Crocker had to admit, the rabbit cleaned up well, especially after such a raunchy romp in his office, but now that they were in the elevator again, he seemed like a neat visitor to the facility, still a bit ill at ease in the way the dragon thought him to be under the circumstances, but no longer suffering from a terminal case of blue balls that had forced the scaly to offer his guest a bit of good old-fashioned trustee relief to keep his mind on the business end of things. He had certainly put on quite the show with Crocker's two assistants of sorts, and the dragon had definitely enjoyed himself. The rabbit didn't seem quite as shy about his needs, either, now that the ice had been broken with some four-way sex.

The dragon had found that to be a very effective negotiation tactic when it came to affairs of the prison.

"...so in essence, you use this chemical stuff to...make them as horny as I am?" the rabbit finished his inquiry after Crocker had given him a quick verbal outline onto the behavioral modification process.

The drake chuckled, his tail only barely swinging clear of the walls of the elevator taking them down from the Director's tower to the main part of the prison.

"The enclosed atmosphere of the E Block is enriched with a vaporized hormone solution designed to increase the male sex drive, yes," the dragon said. "We find it to be effective in removing any final vestiges of possible...reticence when it comes to sexual activity with their fellow inmates."

The rabbit's ears flicked back and forth, and he frowned.

"I'm sure many would think it's a blessing ,but..." he muttered.

The dragon chuckled.

"The men seem to not mind," Crocker said.

"Is it consensual?" the rabbit asked.

"Hmmm?"

"Can they agree to the sex or can they turn it down?"

"Of course," the dragon answered. "It is perfectly consensual activity between them. Any attempt at sexual violation would result in an immediate termination of their rehabilitation here and their transfer into a regular correctional facility."

"But do you ask them whether they can be...can have this thing done to them, what you do?"

The dragon held a pause, during which the elevator doors opened.

"Walk with me, Mister Roscoe," Crocker said.

They entered into the corridor, passed a guard checkpoint, and then through doors into an airlock.

"You should pick one of those," the dragon pointed towards a row of shoulder bag-like items on the wall. "They are used in case of containment breach in the facility."

The rabbit looked concerned.

"What does that mean?"

"The area we will enter is in direct contact with the E Block, with the highest concentration of behavior-modifying chemicals. Exposure could be...unpleasant if it happens suddenly."

Crocker picked up one of the respirator units and slung it over his shoulder, and the rabbit did as much. Afterwards, the drake moved over to a control panel and hit the buttons to start the pressure exchange.

"You may want to swallow during this to open your ears if they pop because of the pressure going down," the drake said. "All standard procedure."

The pumps began to hum, and they felt the brief swoosh of air as it was piped out of the enclosed room.

"As for your question...they gave up that right when they committed crimes against the people of this country," the drake said, "our population consists of repeat offenders, violent criminals with no other chance of rehabilitation. The shortest sentence being served here is five years. The longest are consequential life sentences with no chance for parole."

The rabbit's ears drooped, and it was not the discomfort of them locking up because of the air pressure going down.

"And you are saying..." he stated, "that you...that you...rent out these...these...killers?"

"Those sentenced for life for violent crime are not eligible for parole of the sort we are talking about," the dragon said quickly, "and for the rest...they are perfectly safe. The rehabilitation process ensures that any violent behavior is negated. They are perfectly docile."

"That has been said about a lot of things," the rabbit said.

"I assure you, Mister Roscoe, that precautions are taken through careful behavioral screening as well as some physically tangible safety measures as well. They cannot raise a paw in a violent act against anyone, especially not their...keepers."

"You seem very confident, Director," the rabbit said.

"Why should I not?" the drake stated. "I've seen that it works."

There was an electric buzz, and the outer doors opened with plentiful pneumatic hissing of their mechanism drawing them aside to reveal another corridor beyond, spotlessly clean.

"This way to the E Wing, if you may, Mister Roscoe."

They headed into the well-lit, quiet corridor, windless, surrounded by other sections of the prison unseen by them as they walked along.

"How many do you have out there?"

"Yes? In the facility?"

"On...parole," the rabbit mused.

"Ah!" the dragon exclaimed. "Yes, yes, approximately forty men, yes. Not a single complaint."

"Doing what, exactly?"

The dragon thought that the rabbit asked somewhat excessive amount of question, now that he had some brain power restored after he had blown a load, but he could understand it. He was dealing with a scientific mind, after all, an inquisitive rabbit to the utmost.

"Why...exactly what you want them to do," Crocker replied. "To obey your every sexual whim without questions. Fulfill every desire and appetite no matter how...voracious."

The drake was not sure just how long the extraordinarily horny rabbit could hold on before he'd have to decompress once again. Probably all this talk about sexual desires was not going to make it any easier for him to wait for that opportunity.

"Well I do not seek assistance of this sort because my needs are difficult to accommodate because of their nature," the rabbit said, "only because of the...quantity."

The Director chuckled.

"It is a rare inmate who doesn't have some sort of sex at least half a dozen times each day, I am, sure that with the right combination of...characters, you will be more than satisfied."

The drake glanced at the rabbit and could practically see the blood rushing from the younger man's brain and into his dick instead. The Director flashed a brief, private smile.

"And these men you are taking me to see...they are to be released on parole?"

"Yes," the Director said, "selected men at the end of their sentences and who have been deemed suitable for conditional release. Our prerequisites are very tight, and..."

"I would be welcoming possibly several highly dangerous criminals into my home," the rabbit commented. "I need a bit more than simple assurances."

The dragon nodded, still on the move.

"Yes," Crocker said. "That is more than understandable. And you will see everything with your own eyes when you meet them at the...the stables."

"The stables?"

The dragon chuckled roughly.

"We run quite the stud farm here, it seems more than appropriate to call it such," he said with a smirk.

The corridor reached a pair of doors and emerged into a walkway, with enclosed exercise yards on either side. The rabbit glanced over and moved closer to a window to see the happens out in the yard to the right.

"What is this?" Roscoe asked. "They are all...naked!"

The dragon stepped by the rabbit and looked down over to the exercise yard where a few dozen of the inmates were mulling about in filtered sunlight, nobody wearing anything but what appeared, at least from the distance, the smallest codpieces possible to hide their genitals.

"Yes," Crocker said. "That is the outdoors area for Block B, the social integration section."

The rabbit raised his brow and flapped an ear.

"Through nudity?"

"Some carefully adjusted hormone therapy and behavioral modification through the encouragement of peaceful co-existence," Crocker replied. "Of course the actual process is proprietary...and I am sure you understand that sort of a thing, Mister Roscoe."

"Hmmmyes..." the rabbit answered, his eyes mostly concerned with the sight of the naked men only ten yards away from where they were standing, behind bulletproof glass.

"Hence, I am sure it will be sufficient to show you the end result of our endeavors here, mister Roscoe, in all of its glorious detail, I assure you," the dragon said. "If you would follow me, please."

The rabbit cast one final, longing look at the ass of a stallion kicking the ground on the exercise yard, and then looked at the dragon.

"Yes?"

"Only a few minutes to go, then," Crocker said. "Everything should be ready at the display area, and it is only a matter of us getting there."

"Yes," said the rabbit, "I would hope so."

"We shall," the dragon smiled.

They ducked back into the confines of the stone walls of the prison, went down two flights of stairs and then through a corridor branching to the right. They had to pass several code-locked doors, guarded by cameras from all angles, and they dwelled deeper into the building.

"We are currently within the E Block," the Director noted as they passed a series of stainless steel doors marked "CELL BLOCK EMERGENCY EXIT - KEEP CLOSED AT ALL TIMES!". "This is a service corridor leading into the display area."

The rabbit tugged on his shirt collar. The dragon wondered whether his guest suffered from claustrophobia in this long, windowless corridor that seemed to lead endlessly into both directions. The other possibility was that he was simply starting to feel horny again. He sure smelled like it to the dragon's nose that was particularly sensitive for the kind of pheromones and scents aroused males tended to put out. The rabbit was in for quite the treat very soon, the dragon thought, with a small private smirk.

"And what does this so-called display entail exactly, if I may ask?"

The dragon glanced at his visitor over his shoulder and smiled.

"Exactly what you probably think it does," Crocker said. "You'll get to see the wares, what we offer, and whether it pleases you and whether you would be interested in providing some...sheltered accommodation for some of our inmates in the parole program."

The rabbit chortled.

"Is that what you call it?"

"The language of bureaucracy," the Director mused. "I must be able to bullshit with the best."

"Politicians are the greatest obstacle to progress, whether social or scientific," the rabbit harrumphed.

The dragon snickered.

"You should hear about the difficulty of getting funding for our work from Republican senators," Crocker noted. "It has to be sugarcoated to a high degree for it to make sense to them."

"You are offering institutionalized homosexuality as a solution to pathological criminal behavior," the rabbit said. "I can understand why someone would take issue."

"I am sure you will be quick to discover the benefits of it once you see the men we have on the line," the dragon said. "And here we are, too! Just a second..."

The final pair of doors was opened with another tapped code sequence into a control panel, and they entered into a softly lit windowless room. It was relatively dull in color, grays and whites only, and furnished with two large flat beds padded with plastic-coated mattresses, as well as a couch that seemed to be similarly appointed. They would have surprised the rabbit if he didn't know exactly what was going on in this prison, after his brief stay as a guest of the dragon They were not alone, either, for a beaver in khaki-colored warden uniform was standing guard as the two furs arrived. .

"This is where it all happens!" the dragon grinned. "Hello, Grady!"

"Mister Crocker" the beaver lifted his paw to his cap, "good day, sir. Hello."

"This is Mister Roscoe, he is here to see about the parole candidates," the dragon replied with a nod towards the rabbit. "Are they ready?"

"Oh, yes, sir," the beaver nodded. "Just through the showers and dressed up and waiting out in the back room to show themselves off."

"And are they eager?" the dragon asked, tail swinging about cheerfully.

The beaver chuckled.

"Practically banging the door and springing out of their attire, sir!" the guard said.

"Just the way I like them," Crocker said. "Perhaps you would like to sit down for their presentation?"

The still antsy-looking rabbit followed the dragon over to the couch, which seemed to point out towards the back wall of the room, over which another door was located. Crocker sat down and assumed a relaxed pose, while his guest seemed less so, glaring about the room.

"You may call them in, now, Grady."

"Yes, sir," the beaver bowed quickly before he walked briskly over to the side door and opened it. "You may come now! One at a time when Jett calls you in!"

The beaver moved over to the other side of the room, and out of the door a Doberman in warden attire entered, whom remained standing by it, looking into the room unseen on the other side.

"Alright, men, one at a time when I tell you to appear, walk over towards Mister Grady, stand upright and look straight forward, and remember that you are showing yourself to the boss!" the dog barked commands for his charges before giving a look to the beaver standing in attention to the other side.

"David, step forward!" the beaver hollered.

The first fur to emerge was a lean dingo, a gangly youth of maybe 25, with piercing blue eyes and a shaggy mop of head fur. He walked with his head high and with a quick swing to his tail, and the only article of clothing on him was a uniformly white jockstrap that covered his pouch but nothing more, lining his butt as well. The canine walked over until he stopped near the waiting beaver, before turning to face their audience of two, smiling earnestly.

"Good day, sirs!" the dog nodded, tail still wagging about.

The dragon smiled to the rabbit.

"I hope you like canines, we have a few awaiting you," the Director said. "David has made great progress with his classes in the facility, he has finished high school, for example."

"Hmmm...yes," Roscoe replied, perhaps not particularly interested in hearing about the inmates' academic performance.

"Paco, step forward!" Grady called out.

The next entrant barely cleared the door. He was a large bull, with thick shoulders, beefy arms, his thighs equally thick and bulging with every movement he made, showing the muscle that had been honed through countless hours at the exercise yard. His demeanour was confident without being overbearing, and his large size and physique were obviously in tune with his personality. His jockstrap contained what was obviously a very large pair of nuts that even had the momentum for some pendulous motion of their own while he walked along the invisible line towards the guard and the dingo waiting for them.

"As you can see, we encourage healthy physical exercise," Director Crocker mused. "And Paco is always the first in and the last out at the gym...heheh. He has also appeared in a number of productions for our on-site porn studio, Cellblock Zeta...though I think that with him filling the room like he does, looking at him on film is not necessary at the moment."

The dragon could see that the rabbit only had eyes for the bull's ass, seen regrettably from the side still, but still plenty of an eyeful.

"Good day!" the bull greeted in his booming voice.

"He is very pleasing..." Crocker murmured.

"Vincent! In you come!" the beaver went on.

He was a cougar, all tan furs and some lean muscle on him, too, displayed as he walked in slowly, with the kind of purposeful laziness felines seemed to be adept in, tail swinging about behind him on a measured looping motion. His left arm was covered in tattoos, on branch of which reached down his side all the way to the base of his tail. Despite the obvious gang markings, the air he projected was not aggressive at all, rather, he seemed relaxed and quite content.

"Vincent has shown himself to be very apt at adapting his behavior to whatever a prospective partner needs," the dragon said,"as eager to flop down to his belly and raising his tail or giving someone the ride of their life...if you like cats...and who wouldn'?"

The dragon looked down from the rabbit's muzzle all the way to the bulge on the front of the lapine's pants, which had definitely grown since they had sat down to watch the show.

"Hello, sir!"

"Luis, enter!"

The wolf walked into the room with a brisk step. He was obviously athletic and keen, with inquisitive eyes that did not shy from looking at everyone about, offering a brief smile for each other fur in the room. His body seemed almost perfect but for his damaged right ear, almost half of it cut off in some altercation or another. A scar across his chest and another one on his thigh whispered of other injuries, but those seemed to be far in the past now as he presented himself for the view of the Director of the prison. His jockstrap contained a pleasantly sized bulge, though the dragon knew from personal experience that the rabbit would be more than pleased with the other side, too, once that side came to be seen.

"Luis is one of the star candidates of the program," the dragon mused. "He has done great strides in the behavioral management program we have for inmates who must deal with the knowledge of what they have done in their old lives."

"Good day, y'all!" the wolf even gave the director a wave before he took his place next to the cougar, their tails almost colliding behind their backs.

"Mekhi, your turn!" the beaver called.

The chocolate-colored stallion was as tall as the bull from before, yet not as large in stature. His mane was a creamy yellow, a kind of off-white, and his tail was of the same color and tightly braided which made it swing like a baton while he walked. His chest had wonderful muscle definition, and the smooth fur let all of it to be fully seen, and the pectorals were only further highlighted by simple shiny metal barbell piercings that had been punched through his nipples. His step was as confident as that of the rest of the men who had entered before him, though his demeanor was not as expansive as that of some of them. Someone could have even called him shy, though the exact nature of his character remained as hidden as the masculine equipment hidden beneath the shroud of the elastic pouch of the jockstrap, keeping everything tantalizingly covered. He went over to his spot next to the wolf.

"Greet the Director, Mekhi!" the beaver commanded.

The horse glanced quickly at the guard before he looked over to the dragon and the rabbit.

"Hello."

"Alright, Reese, come on in!" the beaver continued the show promptly.

The swingy-eared, flicky-tailed coyote seemed like the polar opposite of the horse, not only in his species and body size. He was shorter, too, a thin shaggy-furred man who was almost a boy, really, but still, of the sort whom seemed immediately likeable to his peers. The rabbit could even see at least the bull and the puma give him a cheerful look upon his arrival to the room.

"Reese is very good with his paws, I've been told," Crocker told the rabbit, "he has thankfully turned his adeptness at hotwiring cars into something more useful with our helpful classes in various skills."

The rabbit gave the dragon only a terse nod before turning to look at the line-up of twinks and hunks growing by the moment on the other side of the room. For the director the rabbit looked like he could leap up on his big paws at any moment and rush over to grab big pawfuls of butt wherever he could reach.

"Howdy!" the coyote flicked an ear in greeting.

"Heh," even the beaver was smiling by now, "okay, come on in, Bo!"

The lion strutted in like the king of the savannah, and perhaps rightly so. Ripped muscle, a thick mane that had obviously been carefully preened, some tight definition on his body despite his age, since he seemed to be somewhat older than the rest of the inmates who had presented themselves so far.

"Hello," his voice was rather deep, tinged with a purr.

"And here's Bo...a long time resident of the federal penitentiary system..he has benefited greatly from the introduction of our new methods, that's for sure," Crocker sounded pleased with himself as he noted these facts about the lion now standing next to the coyote.

"And let me guess...never happier than now?" the rabbit questioned from the drake.

"Indeed!" the director flapped his tail against the couch. "You are catching up fast, Mister Roscoe!"

"I sense a theme here," the rabbit said.

"Orion, you're up!" the beaver called out the last of the inmates to come.

He was a bear, one of proper bear size, too, all brown furs, muscle-gut, thick thighs that seemed to put the jockstrap into the danger of snapping while he lumbered into the room. He appeared almost as old as the lion, though somewhat less defined when it came to the shape of his muscles, but he more than made up for it in size otherwise. His walk was unhurried and he moved over to his spot without a word or showing himself off. With the number of hunks already on the line, it was not a very long way, either

"Sup," the bear grumbled.

"And that's all," the Doberman by the door commented, as he closed the door with a metallic thud before standing in front of it, completing the guarded line with his own considerable canine presence. "All hands accounted for, sir, eight men awaiting your inspection!"

"Thank you, Jett," the Director said.

The rabbit was looking at the eight expectant men, obviously with great interest, and not only indicated by the size of the tent in his pants. It seemed that the prophylactic effect of the sex in the Director's office had rapidly worn off with the appearance of so many attractive guys who were also locked up in a single room with the rabbit with the rampart hyper libido. His eyes didn't seem to be able to decide on where to look, exactly, bouncing from one hunk to another in rapid succession. Crocker was enjoying the sights himself, too, of course, he might've interacted a lot with the inmates, but these special presentations did not come around every week.

"Do you have any...initial thoughts?" Crocker smiled politely.

The rabbit's ears flapped nervously. The dragon could see his Adam's apple bob up and down with the quick swallows he did. Maybe the poor guy was almost starting to drool while seeing so many sexy guys, standing there on display and just waiting for someone to tell them around or at least give them a friendly grope or a tail pull.

"Eh..."

"Well, I know," the dragon snapped his fingers, "Mister Jett!"

"Yes, sir!" the Doberman barked.

"Issue presentation pose three, please," the dragon said.

"Yes, right away, sir!" the dog responded before turning a tad towards the lined up men. "You heard that! Around, down, up and spread!"

They moved in unison, perhaps not in exactly synchronous manner, but they obviously knew what they were supposed to be doing. There was a trampling of footpaws as their big bodies heaved and moved, and then the shuffle of tail when they assumed a standing position, this time looking away from the dragon and the rabbit, which put their butts into full view. The drake was sure he could hear his guest gasp, quickly, watching at the line of perfect muscles buns on sight, as if someone had decided to put the nicest asses they had seen on a shelf for future viewing.

The initial gallery of butts didn't remain in place for very long, however, because there was more for them to do. They leaned forward, as if trying to touch their toes, which caused their asses to be raised...and their tails joined in on the motion, forming beautiful arches above the variety of rumps to expose them even further for their audience.

"Heh," the drake couldn't hold back his trilled approval, watching the rumps swing into sight as they were.

But they weren't finished, even then. All eight men reached for their butts with their paws and gripped onto their rumps to obediently pull their ass cheeks apart and present themselves fully for the view, raised tail, round ass, their junk safely enclosed in jockstraps with their balls dangling below their taint, and of course, their furry crevices, perfect in their detail and crowned by their buttholes now showed off so openly. From the lion's furrowed pink pucker to the muscled doughnut of a horse, everyone beckoned the rabbit's eyes and his seemingly endless arousal, now coming into full force while he stared openly, his maw a little agape at the sight of so much ass on display.

"Hmm...I think this is enough for the formal part...display one, men!" the dragon noted.

"DISPLAY ONE!" the Doberman repeated.

The eight tails flapped down and backs were straightened, letting the inmates to return to their earlier postures of standing relaxed while facing the room, most of them with small smiles on their muzzles. The dragon smiled, too, and looked at the rabbit.

"Yes...unless you'd like them to do some more group activities...we could also...well, you can greet as you wish, personally," Crocker told the rabbit. "They are interesting in all kinds of things, as I am sure you will soon discover. Just remember not to do anything that might cause permanent physical damage, that is certainly not tolerable now or otherwise."

The rabbit hissed.

"I only want to fuck them senseless, not break them," Roscoe.

The dragon patted the jittering rabbit's shoulder and grinned.

"Now we're talking!" he smirked. "I'm sure they'd love to meet you and get to know you...they are here for you, after all, now and in the future as well if you find them...agreeable to your needs."

The rabbit seemed to have trouble sitting still.

"Eh..." he made a vague noise.

"You know what," Crocker snapped his fingers again, his favorite gesture if there ever was one, "how about you sit on one of those beds and ask all of them to approach, let you get a feel of them...smell their lovely bodies...I assure you, they are very obliging..."

The rabbit clenched his paws.

"They are not...moving."

"Oh but that's because they've been told to do so only after they've been told to by the gentleman who is visiting today," the dragon smiled, "you only have to ask them."

The rabbit looked at the row of smiling men, and then at the dragon again.

"They are waiting for me to tell them to..."

"Well, yes," Crocker said. "They are very good boys, after all. Even if they are simply standing there like they are now...being so...pretty...and still...they're but waiting for a word..."

The dragon knew that he had him. He knew that he'd had the rabbit from the moment he had mentioned that the prison might held the lapine with his particular problem...and now that the solution was within the rabbit's cock's reach...it was remarkable that he hadn't torn his clothes off yet. That gave him an idea, though.

'"Mister Jett, issue presentation pose two."

"Yes, sir!" the Doberman barked out. "Men, drop and flex!"

In a flurry of activity, the assorted inmates on display grabbed their jockstrap elastics and shucked them down to their ankles before stepping out of them (to the dragon's regret, not while their juicy butts were pointing out towards him, but he would make do for now) to fully reveal their bodies for view. Even this was not enough, however, not with their drill instructor of a guard, who had issued further commands, too. They all raised their arms, clasped paws, and flexed, to tense their muscles all over their bodies and to show themselves off even further. Butts jutting, sheats on display, the men, most of them with grins on their faces, looked steadily ahead of them while keeping the highly erotic poses.

If this doesn't make him snap I'll have to ask them to pipe in some pheromones here, the dragon thought, feeling his own cock grow at the sheer naughtiness of the kinky display of men and their sheaths and bodies in front of him.

"Eh...so..." the rabbit slurred.

"You'll just have to give them a word," said the dragon. "They only need a direct command or a permission to touch someone who isn't an inmate."

The rabbit blinked.

"I don't even remember their names," he breathed. "I...they need name tags!"

The dragon chuckled.

"We have never had this many candidates for one potential client," Crocker replied. "You are a very special case, as it happens."

The rabbit stood up and grabbed the emergency respirator dangling from his shoulder.

"Is it safe to put this thing away?"

"By all means," Crocker nodded."If the need should arise, there will be time to fetch it."

Roscoe tossed the respirator pack over to the couch and began to unbutton his jacket.

"Uh...everyone...everyone over to...to that bed!" Roscoe pointed out one of the big spartan beds in the room. "Or at least as many as can f-fit!"

"Oh they'll fit," the dragon trilled happily. "Do what he says, boys! Furpile time!"

It did not seem possible for that many large men to fit themselves into one bed, even if it was a king-sized one in its surface, though extremely bare with only a mattress upon it. Paco, Mekhi, Orion and Bo took upon the bottom layer, being those of the largest stature, but they did not seem to mind having the rest of the group squeezing into between and mostly on top of them into a very curious-looking pile of limbs, tails, and cheekily grinning muzzles with welcoming smiles.

"Come on in, sir!" Reese, the coyote, called out. "It's really nice and warm here..."

"It's hot over here..." Bo the lion added. "Just enough room for one more..."

"You can lie on top of me if you like, sir!" David the dingo concerted.

"Just have to squeeze close, sir!" Paco the bull said. "butt to belly...heh..."

"Or butt to muzzle if nothing else fits!" Vincent the cougar purred.

"As you can see...and hear...." Crocker mused, "these men like their furpiles alright...and none of them has had an orgasm in the last 24 hours..."

The rabbit looked horrified at such a prospect of a dry spell. The dragon simply smiled.

"They really wanted to be at their most horniest and with full supplies of delicious seed for their prospective new master to sample," the dragon commented, by now openly stroking his own erection through his neat pants. "It seemed like a reasonable sacrifice."

"Joining us soon, sir?" Luis, the wolf, questioned. He sounded needy, and it made the rabbit's ears flick and prompted his paws to unbutton his pants and his coat.

"You...ffffucking bet" Roscoe's voice was a slurr while he struggled with the number of buttons that were suddenly hindering his access to his own bare genitals bursting out of the clothes that covered him.

"Whoooot!" David the dingo whooped.

"Hurry, sir!" Reese was practically whining by then. "Please, sir!"

The Director saw the rabbit's eyes drink in the sights of the writhing man-pile of tails, paws and butts, so many guys on display humping and grinding one another as they tried to entice their prospective new master to enjoy their bodies even further besides watching them perform their needy dance of manliness on the low sex bed in the prison display room. The dragon's own impressive cock was at full mast in his pants, but he decided to keep his own play to a minimum now so as not to particularly distract the rabbit. By the looks of it, however, Crocker thought, he likely wasn't going to be causing any disturbances of the sort for the rabbit who seemed more interested in the men who were so freely showing off their rising and falling butts and their eager, needy smiles beckoning for someone to come over and show them a good time. The Director saw similarly knowing looks on the faces of the two wardens whom had to stay in place as per the facility rules - more for the safety of the inmates in case any of the prospective clients got a bit too eager in their sampling of the available merchandise, something that had been known to occur on a particular moment of weakness.

"Sounds like they need you, Mister Roscoe," Crocker mused softly. "Heheh...or is it you who needs them...eight butts...eight cocks...eight succulent, naughty, perfect little puckered holes under obediently raised tails..."

He knew he was playing with fire, and considering the state of the rabbit and his hyperactive libido, he might've as well been throwing petrol at the lapine, or perhaps applying one of the fabled draconian fire breaths at him. It was a shame that such mythical skills were only the substance of stories, Crocker thought. Blowing fire rings might've been fun. The very thought made him chortle hotly through his nostril about the time the sound effects were amplified by the noise of the rabbit's clothes falling to the floor. The dragon enjoyed the visual pleasure of looking at an aroused man, even if the male in question was a fellow dominant. Knowing just how horny the rabbit was, and how that would likely drive him to pound his inmates endlessly...sweet, sweet pleasure to view, and hear, and possibly join into, as well, if the urge struck him. Crocker decided to give the rabbit some space for now, especially since it looked like Mr. Roscoe was just about to practice some man-diving.

Almost literally, too, for the rabbit's large footpaws paddled him over to the bed writhing with naked collar-wearing men grinding to one another and making whiny, needy sounds to attract their prospective lover into the fray. Roscoe seemed to have just about enough self-control left so as not to jam himself onto the nearest asshole, but instead, he stood by the bed, knees touching its rubbery side, and masturbated furiously while watching the display of manhood. His approach was well regarded by the feisty men, who responded with wagging tails and grins and murfs.

"Looking for something?" Reese asked, tongue lolling out of his muzzle.

"Give horse a ride?" Mekhi the stallion puffed out his chest and nickered. "Oh aren't you a big boy..."

"I've got a nice little hole you can put it into, sir..." Vincent swished his long feline tail and raised his butt wantonly to give the rabbit a glimpse at his charms. "Pleeease..."

David the dingo seemed most keen to take things into his own paws, then, for he crouched up to his feet, erection bobbing about, and nudged his muzzle up towards the rabbit's own burgeoning tool.

"Allow me..." the dingo convict grabbed the rabbit's bulging balls unceremoniously and gave them a brief squeeze before his sloppy tongue approached and slithered against the oozing knob. "Hhmmm..."

"Hnnhnhhh!" the rabbit let out a constrained yell and shoved his cock to the root into the suddenly gagging dingo.

"Aahhh!" the rabbit's tail flew up when he finally had his dick inside somewhere warm and wet. "Hhmhmhmh..."

"URghhl!" the dingo commented with a cock up to the balls inside his quickly swallowing maw, fingers gripping onto the rabbit's balls in the hopes of coaxing some more delicious juice out of them soon.

"Oh yeah!" Bo purred happily in his most leonine manner. "Someone's getting lucky..."

"Not fair," Vincent seemed to hold the opinion that he was being left out, and crawled up to the dingo's side in the hopes of getting at least a whiff of some nice cock and ball musk while the dingo deepthroated the rabbit's sexy organ.

"Hhhhmhmmmyeahh..." the rabbit groaned, "take it..."

The dingo's cheeks practically caved in with the enthusiastic sucking on the rabbit's tool. His own cock was fully hard between his legs and dangled there along with his balls churning with his own pent-up cum as a result of his brief bout of enforced chastity. His upturned butt seemed to be an attractive find for any of his fellow inmates, too, for despite the dingo being so busy with the rabbit's member, that did not discourage Reese from getting behind the dingo and putting his tongue up between David's pert rump cheeks.

"Hmmmmmmhhhrrr..." the dingo murred at the sensation of such a slick tongue slithering into his rear. The vibrations felt even more wonderful for the rabbit, whose cock was hence caressed in such a pleasant fashion. The sweaty male face-fucked the dingo with abandon, his face scowling with arousal and tension, and his tail swatted the air. The flexing of his own butt made amusing viewing for Director Crocker still sitting on the couch and playing with his own erection through his pants. He wouldn't mind burying a muzzle or a cock between those plump, lush cheeks and enjoying them for himself, though he knew that it was not the rabbit's preference. A surprise dragon-fuck might not be something that would serve to impress the rabbit in these circumstances, no matter how amusing it would be for the Director himself.

He would have to content himself with other activities, he thought, and proceeded with his playful masturbation while watching the rabbit enjoy the boys for himself. There seemed to be a veritable scuffle of sorts for cocksucking rights among the inmates, all of them looking for a try on the treat David had commandeered for the moment. Alongisde, Bo was nuzzling the rabbit's balls, and Paco simply rubbed his muzzle against the rabbit's fuzzy leg. The rest of the inmates stroked one body part or another among themselves, though looked like any of them were ready to snap at any chance to get to try the latest tasty treat. Reese the coyote was most happy simply snacking at David's tailhole for the moment, though, emanating pleased rumbles while he dug into the wrinkled opening under the dingo's wagging tail.

"Hhmhmmhmhh..."

The rabbit's movements suddenly grew erratic. His previously heavily lidded eyes snapped open, and he began to hump rapidly into the dingo's gagging maw before he yanked himself out and sprayed David and Bo's muzzles with the cum pouring out of his cock. Both of the males opened their muzzles and tried to catch as much of the seed as possible, which kept coming in white, musky streaks that caught not only the two guys' tongues and lips but their faces as well. Others ganged up to see the incident, but were somewhat late in their approach and the rabbit's tap was fresh out - at least there were four cheeks for tongue-bathing by an eager bear and a stallion, for example, who did not want to be left out of the first tastes of the rabbit's offering. The sight of the big, tattooed convicts licking cum off each other's cheeks was an incredible turn-on for Roscoe, who stood tensely, panting, and huffing while his toes still hadn't stopped curling against the floor.

"Wow..."

"Exactly that..." said Bo, who went onto to lap on the rabbit's cock even when he was being crowded by several of his co-convicts for any musky pickings that could be licked off his golden cheeks, "hmhmhmhhhh..."

"Greedy bastard," Paco grumbled nearby, watching the proceedings while Luis the wolf teased the bull's long, tapered cock with his footpaws.

"Judging by how much he just made, there's enough for everyone," David noted. The cheeky dingo was still licking his lips to get even the last morsels of taste in.

"You're very generous, sir," Orion commented. His own expression was as lustful as the sight of his own stout erection, and the bear truly looked like he wanted to have a go at a juicy cock, himself.

"Be assured, there is enough for everyone where that came from," Crocker spoke sweetly.

"Won't you join us too, Director?" Mekhi nickered in the dragon's direction. "It's been too long since we tasted your delicious cum..."

Crocker laughed good-naturedly.

"Oh, shucks," he said, "just let Mister Roscoe enjoy you now, I'm sure you'll get a further opportunity to play with me as well."

The horse seemed to pout a little at the suggestion, but got his snout pulled into a sloppy tongue-kiss by Luis, which made the horse forget all his troubles for the moment.

The aforementioned rabbit was well enjoying the tongue-polishing of his pole, but his extraordinary libido could only take that much teasing when he was able to indulge. His raunchy paw pushed the lion away.

"I need a tight hole," the rabbit blurted out, "which one of you hasn't been fucked sloppy yet?"

There was a scurry when all the guys seemed to take that as a hint to show their very best, and the heavily built bed creaked under their shifting weight when everyone seemed to get the same idea at the same time. There was some good-natured elbowing when everyone took position on all fours, butts in the air and tails raised so that anyone watching them from a rear vantage point could see their lovely asses and their holes in a neat row of chucking, roughly breathing men. Roscoe couldn't help but stroke his cum and spit-stained cock while he watched, perhaps trying to choose which ass he would prefer to plunder first.

"No need to worry about lubrication, Mister Roscoe, they come...prepared" Crocker commented. "Boys, display your lubed holes!"

The call caused muzzles to flop onto the bed and paws to sneak behind to their rears so that many a butt cheek was pulled apart to reveal their anuses even further for Roscoe's hungry scrutiny.

"And squeeze!" Crocker issued another command.

It was a quiet affair, but remarkably raunchy a view for the lapine observer to the actions ordered by the prison director. The well-spread holes puckered and most of them oozed clear drops of watery lubricant from these multi-colored, clean portals of pleasure into their muscled manly bodies. The rabbit's eyes were likely to widen at the appearance of so many sexy holes, each of them within fondling distance, too.

"Aand relax and present!" the dragon mused. "Let's not make poor Mister Roscoe's blood pressure get even higher...heheh..."

Their butt cheeks practically snapped back into place once their paws were removed and moved back to their positions by their bodies so that they could pose on all fours and keep their asses up for view while being somewhat more comfortable on their crowded bed.

"Come on..." Bo swished his tail and wriggled his rump, "it's nice and slick like you saw it..."

"But it's not as tight as mine..." Reese snickered in reply, "sweet little hole that's great to fuck..."

"Bah, you need one with lots of muscle strength," Mekhi winked his own pursed pucker between his round, smooth rump cheeks, "gonna suck you right in, sir...hmmmm..."

The undulating pucker certainly drew the rabbit's eyes, but the sheer number of such sights in front of him seemed to make it a difficult choice for him. He might have the ardour needed to breed all of them into a cum-dripping spunky mess, but choices, choices...

"You can never go wrong with a feline," Director Crocker opined, almost absent-mindedly, while he was making a ruin of his own dress pants with his own copiously dripping pre-cum that was in the process of soiling the garment. "Just a thought..."

The lion purred at the sound of such high praise coming from the Director, and it added extra sway to his seductive tail and the gentle little wriggle of his rump cheeks as well. The rabbit glanced at the dragon before his eyes drilled onto the lion's golden rear. Images of the pleasures it could provide for his swollen cock surely filled his mind as he observed the tantalizing sight, ass in position on the row of butts waiting for someone to impale their silky hidden depths.

"Fuck that," Roscoe declared, suddenly.

Many an ear perked hopefully, when the rabbit stomped to the end of the line, so to speak, slapped the first ass he approached - that one belonged to Orion, the beefy bear, and suddenly he was getting a major amount of rabbit-cock poking on his back door, with the bear murring contently.

"Hmmm...yes sir...it's been too long..."

It couldn't have been more than 24 hours, the rabbit thought, but these men sure seemed to become very bitchy when they weren't getting it regularly up the ass. He was happy to oblige their need, however, considering his balls were once again feeling like they might simply be launched into the orbit if he didn't relieve some of the tension that had rapidly filled them up again.

"Ohhhh, lucky..." someone mused along the line, mostly in general congratulation at being the one to start, and likely with a hint of gentle jealousy as well, since he wouldn't be the one at the receiving end yet.

Roscoe ground his stiff prick against the bear's taint for only a few moments, to get his bearings, before he aimed and began to thrust directly against Orion's lubricated pucker. That and the rabbit's own slimy juices made penetration a non-issue, and he popped in quite easily into the well-trained anus that seemed to swallow meat without any hindrance.

"Oooohhhyess...." the bear hissed,his ears flicking forward quickly, "oh yes sir, thank youuu sirrrr...ahhh"

The bear sure seemed to like getting buttfucked, thought Roscoe, who decided to oblige. He went in balls deep and started to pound into the bear's chute without waiting for any adjustments to happen. The slick walls opened up just fine for him, and gripped on the rabbit's shaft on every quick movement he made into the bear's rear, thrusting up into the warmth and tight heat it offered.

"Ohhh...ohhh...ohhhh...ohhh..." panted the rabbit while his balls slapped against the bear's sizeable rear. The bear's big size made him a steady fuck, a great butt to fill even with the hardest thrusts coming from his back.

It was over almost before it started, though - suddenly the rabbit pulled out and moved over to the lion, Bo, who'd been watching curiously at the proceedings between the pair. The rabbit grabbed the lion's tail and hiked it before he spat loudly against the lion's tailstar and bore in.

"Gonna...try you all out..." the rabbit growled surprisingly deeply when he went to town at Bo's inviting rump.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh...."

"You're a very sexy fucker, sir," Paco commented as he glanced over his broad shoulder to see the rabbit pound into the lion who had his eyes closed and was purring while he rocked back to meet the deep thrusts into his asshole, "you're so strong..."

"I like that, sir," Luis said, "I can't wait..."

The rabbit seemed more than happy to fuck the lion for now, deep in the heat of the moment, but the always feisty drake decided on another amusement for himself.

"Boys, how about you finger yourselves to make sure you're especially ready for your new master..." Crocker told them almost casually.

It was really a sight almost too sexy for Crocker to behold, with so many teasing paws slipping between butt cheeks and starting to plunder those muscled little holes in the hopes of carrying them over until they were ready to get the rabbit into their asses. Many a knuckle slipped into the muscled button of a rumbling, moaning male trying to get as much pleasure as possible from their holes and prostate glands, even in the absence of a thick cock.

Roscoe's remarkably sweaty, high strung body lurched backwards and caused his cock to slip out of the lion's hole with a raunchy pop. He wasted no time when he moved over to the next male awaiting, Reese, who promptly got the rabbit's slimy cock plugged into his rear with one particularly hard, rough shove into the dingo's rump.

"Oooooohhhh...ffffuuuuck!" the tough-looking convict moaned deeply,

"Way to go, Reese!" Bo grinned. The lion was still purring breathlessly after his own buttfuck, and luxuriated on his corner of the couch while the warm, good sensations radiated up from his hole and into his entire belly, all the way to his own barbed, dripping cock.

"Fffuck..." the rabbit hissed.

"Sounds like he's going to blast..." Vincent commented.

"It feels goood.." moaned Reese as he got fucked hard.

"Nghhh..."

It became even better when the rabbit's thrusts turned jerky, and he indeed blasted away a creamy load of his seed into the coyote's tight rear. Reese raised his head and moaned out, his own cock dripping when he felt the warm cam to bubble away into his bowels. Some of it even leaked out and over his balls when the rabbit departed, though his move was only a brief one, to put his creamy cock against the cate into Mekhi's big equine anus and push.

"Ooooohhhyeeeeessss....finally!" neighed the horse.

The rabbit-horse rodeo began anew, with numerous moans heard from the sturdy horse who took it in the rear with such gusto. Next to him, Bo, turned about and while he remained on all fours, he could sniff and poke at the coyote's leaking hole that was emanating a particularly sexy musk of having been very recently fucked. The lion purred deeply when his tongue found the hole and began to lap up the rabbit's cum from Reese's hole, even while the rabbit was working to try and put another one into the horse's rump right next to them. The fact he had cummed only a couple of minutes later didn't seem to make a dent into his libido, either, for the rabbit worked as hard as before, pumping himself in and out of the moaning stallion's hot ass.

"Plenty for everyone..." rumbled Crocker to himself. It'd been so easy to walk over to the line of rumps and pick any that wasn't currently occupied by the rabbit...but he decided to hold back for a little bit longer.

The horse's lungs seemed to have trouble receiving enough air while he got pounded in the ass by the rabbit.

"Someone...put a cock in his...mouth..." Roscoe panted.

Paco the bull seemed to decide that he wanted some oral fun of his own. He wasted no time in moving so that he could thrust impressive dick into the horse's maw. It muffled the noises coming from Mekhi somewhat, but for the slapping of balls and the dirty sound of a cum-coated cock pumping into a manly asshole. The horse's dong swayed with the movement and spanked against the smooth surface of the bed with its own heavy motion that provided a kontrapunkt to the thrusting of the rabbit's dick into his rear.

"Hmmm...you were always a great cocksucker, man..." the bull crooned satisfiedly when he got a slobbering tongue all around his shaft, "hhmmm..."

Bo seemed to have had enough of Reese's ass for now, because the lion was on the prowl for something else to suck on. He found it, with a bit of wriggling for space, under the horse so that while the rabbit's thrusting caused the horse's cock to stroke against the lion's thick belly furs, Bo could lick on the juncture of Roscoe's dick and the slimy hole of the horse with his raspy feline tongue. This surprise intrusion brought another level of pleasure into the whole heated man-fuck and made the rabbit moan deeply.

"Such initiative!" exclaimed Crocker, whom was very pleased that the men were showing off their very best for the rabbit.

It didn't really come as surprise to any of them that the rabbit didn't last very long after he felt a lion's tongue playing with his cock even while fucking the horse, and he blasted yet another creamy load, this time into Mekhi's rump. The horse moaned happily and humped against the lion's belly wildly. His surprise super loud nicker told everyone of his own impeding orgasm, which was accompanied by great splashes of horse cum that soaked the purring lion with his seed and glued their bodies together.

"Ooooohhhyes..." Bo moaned at the wet warmth spreading over his chest, "almost as good as getting it in the ass..."

Roscoe staggered away from the horse, but didn't seem to be too concerned about taking a break. His cock remained a steel hard pole, and he knew definitely where he wanted to put it next - the hole of the wolf who kept his tail obediently raised while he waited for his turn to cum. He left the horse, the lion and the bull in their own sloppy threeway while he began to fuck Luis - and not 15 seconds had passed before Orion, finally recovered from his own fuck, moved over to rim Mekhi's drooling horsepucker to get a good tasting of rabbit-cum of his own.

"Hmm...I hope it wouldn't be too much of an intrusion if I picked up one of yours for sloppy seconds, Mister Roscoe?" Crocker spoke. He'd left the couch and was now standing close by to the man-pile, one clawed hand inside his pants.

"Up...eh...to you...." panted the rabbit.

The dragon pulled his cock out of his pants and decided that a bear-hole was to his amusement now - the daisy chain growing on Mekhi increasing in length now that the horse was getting rimmed, muzzle-fucked, and now the bear on his rump got a foot of dragon-cock in his own freshly fucked hole as well. The bear moaned into the oozing hole of the horse and made the horse moan even harder. Bo the lion hadn't been left bored on his own, even after the horse's orgasm, because now he had a chance to try to lick Paco's balls and cock, dangling above him.

It only left David and Vincent without a current play partner, which made them a natural coupling for the moment - stroking each other's cocks and butts while they watched the tough wolf convict get rabbit-fucked, all the while the big bear took it up the ass from the very Director of the prison. Their leering looks seemed to only spurn them on, while they waited for their own turn at the receiving end of the rabbit's randy rump-fun that seemed to not be stopping anytime soon. Even when the wolf got a white-washing of cum up his ass, the rabbit simply moved over to Vincent whose feline ass provided an interesting, pink change from the wolf's insides.

"Not...running out of steam yet, Mister Roscoe?" Crocker couldn't help but tease the rabbit a little while he started to pump into the purring cat's asshole.

"M-my...curse..." the rabbit commented as he plowed away.

David stayed on his side next to them and played with his cock and butthole while watching the continued play with amusement. Nearby, Paco mooed when he dropped his gooey load into Mekhi's maw and topped it all up with a heated French kiss over the stallion's cummy lips.

"Now that's how you do it," Crocker smirked mid-thrust.

The rabbit's over-heated cock spent only a couple of minutes inside Vincent before he popped - the dingo's sweet rear beckoned, soon, and got a hearty pounding with the dingo moaning and trying to respond to every thrust. The cougar next to him wasn't so easily satisfied, and began to finger cum out of his tingling rump while he watched eagerly at his friend get ass-fucked by the sweaty, smelly rabbit.

"You know you'll be next, Paco," Bo spoke up from the man-pile underneath Mekhi, "think of that rabbit cock in your butt...."

"Bring it on!" the proud bull chortled.

It seemed almost like a challenge, and the rabbit was up to it as well. The dingo's ass soon oozed cum from his yawning asshole, but the rabbit, in his lust, didn't admire the sight for particularly long, sweet or not.

"On the floor," Roscoe pointed out a spot for the bull, "assume the position!"

"Yes, sir," the bull didn't sound particularly defiant when he got onto his knees and raised his tail invitingly, "see something you like, Mister?"

The rabbit practically leaped on the bull, and the first humps even missed the bull's hole before he finally found his mark and began to fill up the stout rear providing such a thrill for both the top and the bottom in the act of rough, hard butt-fucking. This impressive show was sought by many eyes around the room, even if many of the men were engaged in some play of their own while they watched the rabbit bugger the largest of them. The bull's hot, rough chortles were a remarkably sexy noise, even if there were many purrs and rumbles going on in the room besides them. Above it, the Director's loud trills punctuated his own thrusting into the bear with his own sweet abandon. His earlier orgasm with his own trustees might've been sweet, but very few things were as nice as a good old-fashioned group session of the sort that unfolded now.

The dragon cummed first, which perhaps didn't surprise anyone, considering that the rabbit had orgasmed so many times already, but he didn't follow very far behind. That didn't make his load any less copious, either, splashing inside the bull's ass in thick, goopy shots into his rear. The bull's happy moo signalled his own orgasm that seemed to have been triggered by the globs of cum pumping into his own rear.

"I...presume they are to your liking?" said Crocker, who pet Orion's head furs slowly.

"Hhmmmhhh..." Roscoe mumbled.

"Someone come and lick me clean," Crocker said.

There was a generally scurry, and this time, Luis won and got to wrap his lips around the dragon's ridged, thick cock dripping with his seed. Its pungent scent mixed with that of the many varieties of cum that lingered in the room, combined with musk and sweat that turned the display room almost rank in its atmosphere. That did not seem to bother anyone, not even the guards still standing in the sidelines and keeping watch.

"Well, then," Crocker noted, when he ruffled the wolf's head furs, "I am sure this seems like a very difficult question to answer, now...but whether you'd like to choose some of them to accompany you..."

Roscoe wiped sweat from his muzzle and grumbled.

"Some...definitely...if they behave like this...consistently..."

"Absolutely," said Crocker, his voices steady with a suckling muzzle on his cock or not.

Roscoe gazed at the group of content men, and blinked.

"But to...choose..." he said.

"I am sure we have a lot to discuss," said Crocker.

"And more fucks to have," Roscoe interjected, his cock still inside the bull's rear, sloshing with his congealing cum.

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Cast:

Roscoe - the rabbit master

Crocker - director of the prison

David - dingo

Paco - bull

Vincent - cougar

Luis - wolf

Mekhi - stallion

Reese - coyote

Bo - lion

Orion - bear

Grady - guard - beaver

Jett - guard - Doberman

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